By Osiris
Part two in the Fun and Games series
Summary: Rommie has something on her mind. Before you read this story, here are some key words and phrases: Trance. Rommie. Bondage. Butt Naked. F/F Slash. A challenge from Spanky Mandy's site. Do I need to mention the three letter S word? For the slow out there, it has an x and an e in too. Not in that order, but there.
Oh, and I have views on the importance of chocolate, so although it isn't stated, the chocolate is Belgian milk chocolate sauce, not that cheap nickel a bottle stuff. I treat my girls (Well, they aren't actually mine, more's the pity, but I can dream) well, and I refuse to let a bad taste get into their mouths when far more interesting things can be put there instead.
Okay, Rommie and Trance, and the rest of Andromeda belong to Tribune, who wouldn't let them do things like this on screen. Unfortunately. I am making no money out of this, and suing me would be pointless.
Okay, this is an all out attempt to do a PWP, part 2 of my Rommie/Trance series, and I'm going to answer one of Mandy's challenges. You have been warned.
Challenge #7
Person: Trance
Place: Med deck
Item: Bungee cord
Position: Restrained
In the interests of bungee cord and all the possibilities it offers, though, I have altered the design of the beds in med deck a bit
Okay, summary of the first one. Trance gets horny. Trance
jumps Rommie. Rommie jumps Trance. Etc.
Rommie snuck quietly down the corridors of her larger body. Ever since her... encounter with Trance two weeks ago, she'd been looking for a chance to go after the little purple medic again.
Now the perfect opportunity had come up. It was just her and Trance left on the ship. Rev had gone off on one of his retreats to a Wayist camp three systems away. It was strange to think about it, but the Magog was an excellent pilot, and had had no trouble with the small courier pod he borrowed from the Hanger Bay. Harper and Dylan had taken a heavy lift pod to find certain non essential spares while things were quiet, and, if possible, stock up on those hard to find parts that they always seemed to need. Beka and Tyr had gone off in the Maru somewhere. Neither had been exactly forthcoming as to what they were going to be doing, but Rommie had suspicions it would probably be just the other side of legal. However, they tended to be reliable in a tight spot, so Rommie didn't really feel any reason to tell Dylan anything about her suspicions.
That left her and Trance. Alone. With the run of the ship. She'd convinced her central AI to 'forget' to monitor the entire med-deck area for the next few hours, on the grounds that it would just cause trouble if she saw anything, which she would be compelled to report, and that if she refused she wouldn't get the full details the next time they interfaced.
The other two forms of her had been quite interested in the data she had from her encounter with Trance. The data was a lot more than just a plain recording, it was a full body set of data: every taste, smell, sound and touch. It was just like experiencing it for yourself.
Her primary system had been a little prudish about it, but she had been programmed with curiosity. Her secondary system was a lot more human and had embraced the experience eagerly. It was her that Rommie had convinced to look the other way, then left it to her to convince the primary. However, those two were so close it was hard for a non AI to understand, and once one had been convinced, the other followed suit ninety-nine percent of the time.
Now she could put her plan into action.
She had run through the stores inventory in an attempt to find what she was after, or something similar enough to fulfil her specifications. Rope. Specifically, rope which stretched just enough that it couldn't tie someone up if they really wanted to get free, but held them tight enough to actually be vaguely restraint like. Her library had nearly everything, including some... dirty stories would probably be the best way to describe them. She'd downloaded them into her android body in preparation for this little meeting. Unfortunately, and rather surprisingly, all things told, she hadn't been able to find a set or two of trick handcuffs onboard. You'd think that with four thousand people on board that someone would have brought them for a little variety. They would've made this all a little simpler.
She'd tracked down a database of assorted sexual toys, items and paraphernalia, and they had been listed as restraining devices which release on a special signal, usually a word. The idea was one of the more unusual adaptations of high technology. A set of padded cuffs with a very simple verbal lock, usually keyed to respond to stop. The idea had been taken from certain S and M practitioners, who used safe words. A particularly ingenious one had coupled voice activation with handcuffs, and the result was obvious. In a slightly disturbing aside, the design had in fact been adopted by several police forces, who used code words instead. Aside from making a note to actually use some of the back pay Dylan owed her to go on a shopping spree, though, the search had been pretty much a bust.
However, she had found something a lot more primitive, but maybe even better located in the Argosy Special Operations supply locker.
Bungee cord. Several thousand feet of soft, elasticated
rope. Stretchy enough that Trance could get out, soft enough not to hurt
her, and just capable of being a decent restraint. A few nicks with a cutter
had reduced it to a few nice, manageable lengths. Now to find the last
few things she needed before finding Trance.
Trance yawned as she awoke. It probably had been a bad idea to doze off in the Med deck on one of the beds, but she had been tired. A few days solid of working on Harper's cure had been exhausting, and she thought that some shut eye might be a good idea. She had been too tired to walk back to her quarters though, and the beds had just been so near and inviting. Savoring the pleasant coolness on her skin, she yawned again, her hand this time instinctively rising to cover her mouth.
Or trying to cover it.
Her eyes snapped open, and she looked around. She was on the med-deck. That much was clear. She could feel that she had been tied by both her wrists. She turned her head and looked at her wrists. They had been bound to the hand restraints of the bed, but in stead of using the normal reinforced metal restraints, someone had used a soft rope, instead. She felt her knees at the lower end of the bed, with her lower legs hanging over the edge. She could move them freely, but it was more comfortable to let them hang there.
Then she realised where the pleasant coolness had come from. She was naked.
Well, nearly. She still had her bra and panties on, but she was missing her tank top and hot pants.
Okay, this was weird. Now, she'd bet against anyone boarding Rommie without the AI noticing, and the ships alert sirens tended towards the noisy. Trance knew she had been tired, but not tired enough that she could sleep through that. That meant probably not boarded.
Next question, why was she tied up nearly naked. They hadn't encountered any enemy who thought like that. Well, Harper, but he was nearly ten jumps from here and not due back for two days. Also he wasn't technically the enemy, unless you wanted to get into hygiene.
Okay, who could and would do this. There was only one person she could think of. Rom-
The thought cut off as she felt someone blow on the inside of her thighs. Androids don't need to breathe, which is a bonus in some situations, but when they want to, they can. Trance gasped at the sudden coolness. Straining her shoulders, she looked down her near naked body to just make out the top of Rommie's head between her own cleavage. She saw Rommie look up at her, and a naughty grin snuck across the android's features, then her head bobbed down again, and Trance felt the android's lips touch her sensitive inner thighs. Her breathing came faster as she felt the light kisses and occasional nips from the android's lips and teeth, and the hot air from her breath.
She nearly groaned as she felt the android pull away, and she closed her eyes in disappointment. Then she felt a light weight settle on her stomach and opened her eyes. Rommie was sitting astride her. The Android was wearing a black pushup bra that accentuated her already impressive cleavage. Her panties barely qualified as such. They were a translucent scrap of black lace that hid nothing. Trance's own panties seemed nearly frumpy by comparison, and they weren't exactly all concealing. What was most interesting was the item in Rommie's hand.
A bottle. A squeezy bottle. A squeezy bottle of chocolate sauce.
Rommie leant forwards, and her lips met Trance's. Trance felt a tongue circle her lips, then she opened them and it slipped inside. She could taste Rommie's artificial saliva as the tongue caressed the inside of her mouth. It tasted slightly different to human saliva. Trance wasn't quite as innocent as she made out, and Rommie wasn't the first person she'd run into when circumstances had put her into heat.
As their tongues duelled, she felt Rommie's hand caress it's way down her chest, then release her bra. She felt a few tugs, then Rommie frowned and pulled away. She'd got herself into a quandary by leaving on Trance's bra. The Purple girl's arms were tied, so removing it was impossible. Then Rommie smiled, her tongue poking slightly out between her lips as she simply tore the straps on the bra, leaning close, her statement remaining impish, she whispered "I'll buy you another." Trance felt an urge to do something about, or more accurately with that tongue, but as she tried to lean forwards, the ropes held her back. There was enough give that if she wanted to she could pull herself free if she wanted, but this was Rommie's game, so she lay back.
The chocolate made a reappearance as Rommie gently squeezed some out onto Trance's bare breasts. Trance gasped as the cool chocolate caused her nipples to harden even more. Rommie had warmed it up a little, but not that much. Rommie then lowered her mouth and started to clean the chocolate off with quick, catlike licks. She then repeated the treatment on the other nipple.
Trance was panting heavily now. She could tell that her panties were dripping, and she could just she moisture running down the inside of Rommie's thighs. "Hungry," she moaned. Rommie's smile widened, and she poured another line of chocolate, this time starting up between Trance's breasts, and ending down at her navel. She then began to lick and nip her way north from Trance's stomach, following the trail of sauce. Finally, she buried her head between Trance's breasts, cleaning off the last of it. When she raised her head, there was a small smear of chocolate on the tip of her nose.
Trance growled, then leaned forwards as far as she could go and licked the candy off of the Android's nose. Licking her lips, she growled out "More!". Rommie's eyes sparkled as she pulled off her own bra, revealing the gorgeous mounds of flesh that had barely been concealed to begin with. Resting back on her haunches, she dribbled a generous amount of chocolate onto her breasts, then leaned forwards until they were just over Trance's mouth. Trance enveloped Rommie's right nipple with her lips, causing the android to sigh, then she began to clean it with her tongue. She sucked the chocolate off, then nipped the bud with her teeth. Rommie gasped, her eyes closed and her mouth open slightly.
She then turned slightly, presenting the other firm breast for Trance's attention. The purple girl licked and sucked at the tanned synthaflesh, paying particular attention to the rock hard nipple.
After a few moments of this, the android lowered her mouth to Trance's, her tongue slipping inside. She tasted a mix of chocolate with Trance's sweet saliva. Reaching down, she slid a hand over the damp fabric of Trance's panties, then pressed her finger firmly against the material.
Trance's eyes nearly crossed as she felt Rommie's finger push the damp fabric of her panties into her cunt. The rough material slid across the sensitive skin inside her vagina. Rommie began to move her finger back and forward, not penetrating deeply, but never quite leaving, either.
Trance was beginning to pant and she felt a climax approaching, but then Rommie's finger pulled out. Trance groaned, but then felt Rommie's fingers hook over the edge of her panties, then yank them slowly down.
As soon as they were off, she felt Rommie's tongue and mouth on her slit, tickling lightly. They pulled away for a second, but then she felt firm hands on the back of her knees, lifting them upwards until they were resting on Rommie's shoulders. This time the android's tongue delved even deeper, and Trance smiled through her gasps, nearly giggling. Trust a warship to find a better angle of attack.
Rommie reached her hands forwards as her tongue continued to probe Trance's cunt, careful not to dislodge Trance's legs. Of course, there wasn't much chance of that. Trance's thighs were clenched tight around her head. Using her thumbs, she spread Trance's vaginal lips, her tongue delving even deeper, tasting the sweet fluid of Trance's secretions.
Rommie could hear Trance breathing in short gasps now, and knew she was close. Taking one hand away from holding Trance's vagina open, she reached up and ran a light finger across Trance's clitoris. The other hand drifted down, and carefully worked it's way into Trance's tight anus.
Trance exploded, her thighs tightening convulsively and as a scream came from her mouth, and a flood of sweet fluids came from her other lips. Rommie lapped at Trance's juices as she felt the muscles in Trance's ass contract tightly around the intruding finger. She continued to lick, drawing out Trance's orgasm.
Moments later, Trance collapsed back on the bed, gasping. Her orgasm had dragged out; leaving her soaked in sweat. Her eyes were shut, and her mouth was open as she panted for air. She painfully raised her head and looked over her own breasts to see Rommie climbing to her feet.
Rommie's face glistened as she smiled at Trance, her eyes smouldering, and Trance could see drops of her own juices running down Rommie's neck, onto her breasts, and she felt her own nipples harden again.
Rommie saw the look in Trance's eyes, and her smile widened, and she slowly turned and bent over, exposing her gorgeous ass to Trance's hungry eyes. She hooked two fingers over the flimsy lace, and slowly drew it downwards. As the not exactly all concealing fabric moved lower, it revealed the tanned mounds of Rommie's rear, then a glistening vagina.
Trance caught Rommie's eyes peaking round at her, and licked her lips, making sure her eyes were fixed on the android's delightful nether lips, not exactly a great chore. Despite being nearly a virgin, she was sure Rommie would get the hint.
Rommie clearly did. She turned and moved closer, then bent over and drew Trance into a deep kiss. Trance could taste her own juice on the android's lips. She had licked it from her own fingers many times in the previous months of near celibacy, restricted to the pleasures that were at hand, as it were. The taste was even better now she had someone else to lick it off.
Rommie felt Trance run her tongue along the inside of her mouth, but where her eyes had been looking when she licked her lips had made it clear that tongue hockey, no matter how enjoyable, wasn't what was at the top of Trance's agenda at the moment.
Putting her left knee on the edge of the bed, she carefully swung her right leg over, so she was kneeling astride Trance's face, her own face looking down Trance's body to where her vagina had started to drip again. She shivered as she felt Trance's tongue run across her clit, then lowered her mouth down to Trance's weeping slit.
The feel of a mouth on her cunt as Rommie's juices flowed across her tongue was too much for Trance. Still lapping at Rommie's sweet secretions, she yanked her arms free and grasped Rommie's ass cheeks. Pulling the android's cunt closer, she drove her tongue deeper, the flow of Rommie's nectar into her mouth increasing even more. She felt Rommie's mouth draw away from her vagina, and heard a moan fill the air. Imagining Rommie's face at that moment nearly drove Trance over the edge, but she controlled it and continued to lap.
Rommie arched her back as the slick muscle of Trance's tongue penetrated her even deeper, a moan escaping her lips. She felt the girl's hands tighten their grip on her ass cheeks, then she felt them pulled apart, and something slid it's way through the muscled ring of her anus and began to move backwards and forwards slowly, whilst Trance's tongue continued to probe inside her. She was barely able to get enough control over herself to lower her lips and return to worrying Trance's clit.
Trance was nearing the edge, but she wanted Rommie to cum before she did. The tremors that ran through the android's body began to intensify, but then she felt the dam break and fluid flooded over her face. Releasing her control, Trance came too, her body arching up hard against Rommie's.
For minutes afterwards, the room was filled with nothing except the exhausted panting of two spent lovers. Finally, Rommie lifted herself off the bed and stood on shaky legs, then sank down onto the bed beside Trance.
Trance turned over slowly and pressed her face to Rommie's
in a gentle but possessive kiss. Rommie smiled and put her arms around
Trance, pulling her close as they slept the sleep of the totally sated.