Planet of the Normen

Why then did Gerrod have sex parts? It was puzzling. Very odd.

He also had a mighty erection, as he led his two phony slaves through the middle of the bustling city. Most of the Normen sported jutting erections at all times. Gerrod had apparently stiffened himself to blend in. She wished he'd mentioned he was going to do that ahead of time. So it hadn't startled her when she noticed it. No doubt he'd found it too embarrassing to bring up. "Oh, by the way ..."

They'd been mistaken about nobody paying attention to them. Instead they attracted stares from nearly every other robot they passed. Not Gerrod himself, just the women. They were not suspicious or accusatory looks, however. They were appreciative. Everybody was admiring his fine pair of captives. A few Normen went so far as to clap their hands and whistle.

Profoundly humiliating. But better than them laughing or throwing stones. Of course best of all would have been if no one took notice like they'd hoped. Then again, that would have been a little insulting. If you chose to look at it that way. It would have meant she and Polly weren't worth noticing. Not that she really ought to care what their opinion was, these sick twisted sadistic mechanized bastards.

We all want to be sexy, is the thing. Perfectly natural. Doesn't matter who's looking—we'd all rather be considered sexy than otherwise. We'd all rather be admired and desired, than ignored.

Was Polly doing any better beside her? No, poor thing still looked as miserable as the moment they started. Couldn't stop bawling. There were shiny trickles streaking the inside of her legs. God, had she wet herself? Poor thing. Sharon's heart went out to her. She would have hugged her if her hands weren't tied. This was all her fault, wasn't it? If she'd been a better leader, they wouldn't be in this position—they never would have lost their ship to those fucking pirates. She should have fought harder. She shouldn't have let them win.

Hell, if she'd known she was going to end up stark naked in a city street, on a leash, she'd probably have set the ship for self-destruct. Would have needed to be done manually, was the thing—the pirates had remotely frozen their computer somehow, before they boarded. Even so, she could have taken the pirates with them, if she stayed on the ship and timed the detonation right. Might have been worthwhile, compared to this disgraceful demeaning roleplay.

Too fucking late now. They were stuck. They were committed.

Now finally they'd almost reached the base of the antenna array. A steep ramp would take them up inside the guts of the tower. There was no gate or guard. Anyone who wanted could just stroll right up. Careless of the Normen, but big beacons like that largely looked after themselves. Dated as it was, it was still a sophisticated piece of cosmic technology, not easily sabotaged. Gerrod better know what was doing, when he plugged himself into it.

Then just before he was about to step up on the ramp, another Norman hailed him. A bigger, taller chap than Gerrod, with two swords slung across his back. Sharon's heart leapt into her mouth. The call had been polite, though. It was not a challenge. The weapons stayed sheathed.

The two robots conversed in an accelerated machine language of low pulses and murmurs, so she couldn't follow the conversation. The gist was clear enough. The Norman was offering a coin purse to Gerrod. He wanted to buy one of his women.

Gerrod didn't turn him down. He accepted the purse with a nod and then handed over Polly's leash. The other robot dragged her away around a corner. Sharon was too stunned to do anything. Polly struggled ferociously, and screamed beneath her gag; her new owner paid no attention. Barely looked at her. He took much swifter strides than Gerrod had, forcing Polly into a stumbling jog. Sharon's last glimpse of her, before they vanished from sight between the buildings, was Polly's bulging eyes as she stared back at them over her shoulder, desperate and astonished, confused and pleading.

"What the hell?" Sharon gasped, "Why did you—"

He cut her off. "Hush," he said. "Change of plan. I'll explain in a moment." Then, turning aside from the tower's entrance ramp, he led her further along the road to the doorway of another large building. It looked like an inn. And it was, when they went inside. Gerrod gave some of the money from the purse he'd just acquired to a Norman behind the counter, then took Sharon upstairs to a room.

"Why have you done this?" Sharon demanded, as soon as he'd locked the door behind them, "How are we going to get Polly back?"

Gerrod shrugged. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around, then gently guided her toward the foot of the bed. The floorboards creaked beneath their feet.

"You need to untie me," Sharon said. She turned around again and sat on the edge of the mattress, holding up her wrists to him. Soon as he released her, she would wrap a sheet from the bed around herself, and make him put on another one. She couldn't think clearly while they were both naked, she felt like she could barely breathe. She couldn't stop looking at his horrible erection.

He took hold of her hands and then held perfectly still for a long moment, studying the knots with a strange troubled expression. He did not loosen them.

"What's the matter?" she asked, "What are you thinking?"

He pulled her to her feet, with so much suddenness it made her stomach swim. His head still loomed high over hers. The top of her head just reached his chin. She never realized before how strong he was. With his false skin and hair, he'd always looked perfectly average, despite his height. That was the whole point of them. He touched her chin, tilting her face back, and then studied it with the same intensity as when he examined her bound hands. It frightened her.

"Gerrod, speak to me. Dammit, Gerrod, what is this? What's wrong with you?"

He opened his mouth and closed it again. Then smiled and shrugged. "It is ... lust."

"What?"

"You heard me." His hands gripped her shoulders once more, squeezing harder than before. Painfully hard. She gasped.

"That hurts! Let go!"

"You are very beautiful, doctor," he said, and then made her spin around again. After that he shoved her forward on to the bed. Her face thumped against the mattress. Gerrod's hands slid from her shoulders to her hips, dragging them backward and up. Her toes returned to the floor and braced against it as he made her lift her naked ass higher and higher, high as it could stretch with her toes still touching the floorboards. He'd forced her body to fold at the waist, bent over the foot of the bed. He held her pinned down in that position. The tip of his cock nestled to her vagina, and she screamed at the contact, yet he did not press it home.

The synthetic cock was threaded with heated filaments, and it began to vibrate against her, faintly buzzing. The sensations were extreme.

"Oh my God!" she wailed, "My God!"

"You are wet," he said, "I can feel it. You are as aroused as I am. I thought so. It would have been unfortunate if I'd been mistaken."

"Stop this! Let me up! You can't do this to me! You mustn't! Gerrod, I'm your commanding officer!"

"You were, doctor. At the moment, that is no longer the case. At the moment, you are my slave."

"This is madness! Have you gone mad?"

"Yes, Dr. Green. I think perhaps I have, to a degree. Earlier I noticed your surprise that I possessed functional genitalia. Vigilance must have been responsible for equipping me with sexuality. I no longer remember the reason. I no longer remember any uses it was put to, in the course of my assignments. There must have been some, or why was this given to me? Targeted seductions, I like to imagine. Yet now I may as well be a virgin. I have long had desires for you, Dr. Green. Since the moment we first met. I could never have told you. I could never have acted on them. Such a relationship would not have been appropriate, aboard our ship. Only now that ship is gone. We are here, stranded together on the world of the Normen. I cannot pass up this opportunity. When the other Norman approached me and offered me the money for Polly, I took it as a sign. I'm sorry, Dr. Green. The temptation is too powerful, now I have you in this room on this bed, all to myself. I promise I will not harm you. But I am going to fuck you now. I am going to keep you as my slave."

"Please don't do this, Gerrod! Please! I beg you! This is wrong! You know this is wrong! This is rape!"

"Yes. Yes it is. I promise you this, Dr. Green. If I cannot bring you to orgasm, I will set you free. But I believe I can. You are highly aroused, are you not?"

"No! No! I swear! I'm terrified! Please let me go! Stop this right now!"

"I do not think you are being entirely honest, Dr. Green. I understand. You are embarrassed by this scenario, and more so by the masochism it has revealed in your nature. You are unprepared to accept your receptivity to this manner of stimulation. Yet you are manifesting all the physical indications of extreme sexual arousal. The swelling and lubrication of your vagina is only one of those indicators. I have carefully observed all the rest. They leave no margin for error. You are in heat, Dr. Green. You want fucking, and that's what I'm about to give you."

"Not like this! Please! Please listen! Just listen! You ... you can do whatever you want to me ... just untie me first. All right? How does that sound? Will you do that for me, at least? Take me as a lover, not as a slave. I'll be your lover, and I'll give you everything I can give, I promise you, if you set me loose and ... and ... make love to me. Don't rape me with my hands tied."

"I apologize again, Dr. Green. It's this planet—this culture. It has infected me. It has corrupted my character. I don't want you as a lover, Dr. Green. Not now. I want you as a slave. I want to take you as a slave, against your will, and yet still make you come. I want to prove to you and to myself that I can overcome your resistance and do that."

"You can't! You can't! I swear to you, you can't! It won't work! It's madness! A delusion! I won't let you! I won't yield! Damn you! You can take me by force but you won't make me like it! Never! Never! I defy you, you treacherous bastard!"

"Let's see, Dr. Green."

He plunged within her. The vibration increased, as he did.

"No! No! No!" She cried out another negation against every massive thrust: "Never! Never! No!"

"You will give in, Dr. Green. You ... will! You ... will! I feel it! I feel it! Feel it!"

"Never! Never! No! No! Noohhoohh! Noohuuh! Nuuhh! Nuuhhuuh! Nhhhrrnn! Nuhhrrnn! Nhhrruurrhh! Nuuhhhaa! Naarrhhaahh! Naahhhaaarrhhuuhh!"

"I told you, doctor. Told you ... Told you ... Told you ..."

"Oh no. Oh no. Ohhooohh. Ohh. Oh no. Ohhhuuhh. Huuhhnn. Huuuhhaahhh! HHAAHHUUHH!"

If only it hadn't been so long, since she had another lover. She might have held out better then. She might have put up a better fight. God, it had been almost two years since she let a man inside of her. Too focused on her career. She still hadn't; this wasn't a real man—this was a robot. Better equipped, was all that meant, better controlled. She might have resisted a regular man with regular parts. Not this. She'd never felt anything like it. Sensations that dissolved all barriers and boundaries.

"Very good, Dr. Green," he said, stroking her hair, "Very good. You are mine now. You are my slave." He still continued to fuck her, with the same steady relentless rhythm. "Face the truth now. Say it for me. Say it out loud. Let me hear you say it. Hear yourself say it."

"No. No. No oh no oh oh no ohh ohhooh no. No! Noohhoohh!"

He laughed. "Close enough for now, I suppose."

Gerrod removed himself—only for a moment, to roll her over and lift her legs, supporting them up under her knees. The mattress was sopping wet beneath her bottom, where her pussy was just pressing. She put her bound hands over her pussy to cup it and cover it from him. He clucked his tongue, grabbed them, pried them away and forced her arms over her head. She didn't drop her legs, when he took his hands from under them to raise her arms. Instead, on her own, she raised them higher.

Now she had to look into his face when he penetrated her and when he fucked her, much harder than before. Now she could look down herself and watch his giant golden cock doing it. Seeing herself spread so wide by the thing, it should've hurt. It looked appalling. Why didn't it hurt? Why did her pussy welcome the invasion? It wasn't right. This was a crime. She was being violated! But the pleasure—every time he moved. More and more, every single time. Every! Single! Stroke!

"I love fucking you, doctor. I love that expression on your face, when you take me to the root. I love the way your eyes flash, every time. Flashes of insight, aren't they? Flashes of realization. You know that you're mine now. I can see on your face that you know. You didn't think it would feel like this. Now you know better."

Yes. "Noooh!" Yes she did. "Noooh! Nuuhhoohh! Naahhuuhh!" She took him and she was taken. She could not look away from his eyes. She was going to give up another climax for him. She could feel it ... he could take as many as he wanted from her. She could feel that too. He was going to take everything she had. Thought he already had, but now there was more to take. More and more and he was taking it—taking it all. "NAAHHHAARRRHH!"

"Told you, Dr. Green. I did! I did it! Told you I could make you come. Now I don't have to let you go! Now I can let myself come. Time to take my share of the pleasure. I've earned it, haven't I? I believe I have. Oh, Dr. Green. Oh my. I've wanted this so long. I've dreamed about this whenever I masturbated. So many times. Now it's really happening. I'm really fucking you. I really made you come for me. I made you scream it out! It feels ... It feels so ... You can't imagine. You can't possibly understand or imagine it, Dr. Green. Oh. Oh my. Oh my. Oh my."

It never occurred to her the android would have an orgasm. She wouldn't have guessed such a thing was possible. Did her pussy squeezing on his metal cock—the physical sensation of fucking her—have anything at all to do with it? More likely his climax was strictly a neurological satisfaction—triggered by the recognition of his success. He'd set himself a goal and achieved it.

"Ohhhuuhhhooohhh ... Dr. Green! Dr. Green! Uhhhaaaahhhuuhh!"

The expression on his face—it looked like ecstasy. Spasms wracked his body, and he howled. Did he feel any of it, or only think he did? Was it counterfeit? Did it matter if it was, if he didn't realize? The entire performance might just be a hunk of programming, generating those particular motions and the vocalizations accompanying them in response to preset stimuli ...

Of course, one might say the same was true of her own climaxes. It was all in the brain, like everything else. Feelings are a kind of thought. We only feel a thing because we think we do.





6.

He brought her to the tavern on the lower floor of the inn. It was crowded and smoky. Gerrod purchased a meal for her—a bowl of meat stew, which was delicious, her first hot filling food since the crash—and a drink for himself, something black and foamy with a strong spicy stink. Strange of the robots to indulge in alcohol and cigars. Could the substances affect them, or were they forced to pretend that they did, in sad mimicry of their creators?

Her stool was uncomfortable. She couldn't tell if it was because of how it was made—its top wasn't padded—or just from her own internal soreness. "Are you going to keep me with you like this for the rest of my life?" she asked him as she ate, "Is that your plan?"

He shook his head. "I will free you in time. When I can. Do not ask how long. That is unanswerable. When my lust subsides enough to allow it, I will arrange transportation home for you. I myself will have to stay here, I suppose. Otherwise I shall have to face prosecution for what I've done to you. I do not regret it. Not yet, at least. But eventually I shall release you, Dr. Green. You have my word."

"For whatever that's worth," she muttered.

"Fair point. But guard your tongue in future, slave. The next time you speak to me in a disrespectful fashion, I shall whip you. Is that clear?"

She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. "You have to free Polly too. Please."

"If you wish, I will try, when the time is right. It may not be possible."

"I can't abandon her. I couldn't live with myself. If you truly intend to free me, you have to free her too. Or it's meaningless. Please, Gerrod."

"An admirable sentiment, doctor. Only you must not address me by name. From now on, you will call me Master. Failure to do so—"

"Yes, I understand. The whip again. All right. M—M—Master. I'll be obedient. I'll be a good slave to you, Master, provided you keep your promise."

"Do not fret over Polly. She will not be harmed. The Normen were programmed for pleasure. That has not changed."

"But they were turned into warbots!"

"It doesn't matter. They use their old programming to take power over their former masters. They use the same skills to turn the tables—that's the point. Polly's master will conquer her body and spirit the same way I did yours—and just as easily, no doubt. She was more aroused than you, when I made her strip and leashed her. Didn't you realize? That was why she couldn't handle it. That was why she tried to run."

Delusional self-justifying bullshit. Sharon kept her mouth shut. It would do no good to argue with him.

Gerrod got into a card game with five other Normen at a corner table. Two of the robots had slaves with them, sitting sideways on their laps. Gerrod made her perch astride one of his knees, facing front. The other slaves wore bits of jewelry—elaborate headbands, necklaces, and arm bracelets—and neither were bound. Sharon still was, though after she finished her stew, he had retied her hands behind her back instead of in front. He had also commanded her to braid her hair and put it up in a coil. He didn't like the way she'd been using it to screen her face and her breasts. She had not bathed. She had asked and been denied. Her body reeked of sex. Gerrod's robotic penis did not ejaculate when he climaxed. Though he could make it emit lubricant from its tip at will, that stuff did not smell like semen. The heady fumes of musk coming off her body were all from her own animal secretions.

The other girls wrinkled their noses at her, giggled behind their hands and whispered in the masters' ears. She kept silent, her face smoldering. Gerrod and the other robots conversed continually during their game. It was all in their throbbing guttural robo-talk; she had no idea what was being said. Their facial expressions stayed flat and emotionless, Gerrod's included. Poker faces.

Gerrod reached around her belly with one hand to fondle her. His touch was not aggressive. It wandered her body absent-mindedly as the game progressed. That only made it all the more excruciating to endure. How long would she have to sit here and put up with this humiliating torment? She couldn't tell who was winning the game, if anyone was. She chewed her bottom lip. She wished she could scratch her nose. She could still have done that if he'd tied her hands in front. She made fists behind her back, and curled her toes as she tight as she could, pressing them hard on the floorboards 'til they hurt. It helped—the itch in her nostrils went away. Her whole body was trembling. Her vagina ached inside. She imagined she could still feel the shape of his cock inside her, only now the shape was empty—a hollow impression. Gerrod's fingers were rubbing lazy circles around her navel. Almost tickling, not quite. She wished those fingers were rubbing inside her vagina, and then immediately despised herself for the desire. She wondered if Gerrod would eventually purchase jewelry for her, like the other slave girls. She wondered if the decorations would make her feel less naked and lowly, or more so. The other slaves seemed comfortable with their nudity. How long would it take for her to adjust and stop caring about it the same way, or at the very least be able to fake it?