Finally, Drydee stopped pretending to hold her back and grabbed her wrists to hold her back. “You’re not getting satisfaction; that’s the whole point of this punishment.”
Unable to think straight, Bree kept pushing and trying to free her arms. "I'm taking mine," she said. "Enough being pushed around by everyone, told I can't experience the things I want, find out what I need to know in life!” The metal casing over whatever was on the wall was getting badly dented and bashed in.
“Enough!” Drydee yelled. He shoved her back away and then made a face of concentration. “Now that you want me, you will never have me.“
Then suddenly she didn't know what she had been thinking. Just like that, the attraction to this man turned to hate, disgust—terror. The pheromone hold he’d had over her was gone, but it still felt strange. "What did you do to me, you pig?!" she said. She then shuffled on the floor away from him and ran to the door, pulling up her pants and wiping the semen from her face. There was tears forming, but she tried not to let them run freely.
12
-Simone-
"Are you feeling weird?" asked Simone. "I mean, I feel great," she smiled and nudged Jaxxon, "but is it actually getting hotter in here? Do you have sensors for that kind of thing? They were lying on the floor together, on top of a section of carpet they'd found behind one of the shelves.
Rolling over to face her and brushing the hair that had fallen down over her face so that it was tucked neatly behind her ear, Jaxxon just smiled warmly and nodded. "I do have sensors for that kind of thing. I can also tell if certain parts of a person are getting hotter or colder. It's great for judging what someone might be thinking, especially lying scumbag criminals. The ambient room temperature is getting higher though. That's odd." He stood up and walked around. Even with his pants and shirt on again, that body was something Simone would never get tired of looking at.
"Something seems to be going on with the air flow in here. This is completely wrong."
Simone stood up as well, unhappy at being forced to give up that moment of bliss so soon after it had begun. "You mean the ventilation? They're not going to let us suffocate in here are they? I mean, if the air stops coming in…"
Shaking his head and trying to smile, Jaxxon said, "Like they said, they can't let us die or they lose too."
"They can't let you die, anyway. I have a horrible feeling that Bree and I are going to become expendable to them if things turn bad." Her body heat was making her top feel sticky, clinging to her skin. "This is already starting to become unbearable. What are we going to do if they don't come to let us out?"
He'd walked over to the door and had his ear pressed up against it. "I can hear someone coming now. Just don't say anything, okay? We shouldn't let them know that we're under any duress. Maybe I'll be able to use this to make my move."
This time, Simone didn't say it out loud. However, she was thinking pretty loudly that Jaxxon was crazy if he thought they were really going to escape from those dangerous psychopaths. The door opened. "Bree?!" Simone shouted as her friend was pushed through the halfway open door.
"She's still in one piece," said the scent shifter from the other side of the door.
Bree came in and the door was closed, but not before Jaxxon reached out through the gap and tried to grab Drydee before he could close it.
Something held Jaxxon’s arm from the other side, and he was pulled against the edge of the door hard. That must have been the green giant, G'oll. No one else could have used such force.
"Let us out of here!" shouted Jaxxon. "The air isn't working!" He was pushed back by a thick, green arm and stumbled as he went, then the door slammed firmly. Something rattled on the other side and banged the door against the frame. Jaxxon tried to open the door but found that he couldn't make the handle move. "Shit!"
"What happened to playing it cool?" asked Simone.
"So, I lost my cool. Sorry…" He walked around the room a bit and sat himself on the bench, the place where Bree had made that bomb that had turned out so very wrong.
"I can't believe they brought you back so soon. And you're not hurt or anything, are you?" Simone found it difficult to be the friend and the doctor at the same time. Her professional attitude was to put up a wall and stop her personal feelings get in the way when she was dealing with medical situations. "Can you look at me? I want to make sure you're okay. Bree?"
"Yeah?" she replied, barely moving. There were no visible marks on her, but her eyes betrayed hidden horrors that went deeper than the skin. "I'm fine," she said next and walked over to sit on the floor in the corner of the room, cross legged and staring off at nothing in particular.
"This is all my fault." Simone walked over and slid down to sit beside Bree. She put her arm around her and initiated a cuddle.
While Bree didn't try to pull away, she didn't show any sign of reciprocation at all. There was a bizarre lacking in her expression, as though part of her had been sucked away while she'd been out of the room.
Jaxxon punched the wall. "The scent shifter did this to her."
"No, he didn't," said Bree bitterly. "Shut up."
"What? You have that far away look like your mind has been messed with by his biological trickery. Tell us what happened in there."
Simone put up the palm of her hand to him. "Stop it, Jaxxon. She doesn't want to talk about it right now. Can you blame her." Holding Bree closely with one arm, she rested the other hand on her neck and snuck in a quick check of her pulse. "You don't seem to be injured. And you don't have to talk about it yet if you don't want to."
Bree pushed her away and stood up. "You don't have to do the whole doctor thing with me all the time, Simone. I'm not your fucking sidekick, y'know? Just because you outrank me back on The New Horizon, doesn't mean I have to put up with your shit here."
"You're not going to get through to Bree," interrupted Jaxxon. "She's had her brain addled by his sick scent. I've seen a lot worse though. Just leave her alone if she wants to be like that."
"How can you be so unfeeling?" asked Simone, feeling her heart fluttering in a most uncomfortable way.
Bree chuckled and it was a disturbing sound. "Are you serious? How can the robot man be so unfeeling? He's not really alive." She sniffed the air and then stopped to take a good look at each of them, then made that sad laughing sound again. "And you fucked him while I was gone, didn't you, Simone? God, it's typical of you to hook up with someone as ice cold as you are. Just fucking perfect really, isn't it? You're the ideal match." She went and lay down on the first aid mattress, closing her eyes and saying nothing else.
13
-Jaxxon-
He had never been an angry guy as far as he could remember. Although, that was hard to know for sure; he couldn't remember his earlier life as a "real" person. It was just a blur of being woken up, going out on the hunt for the next target, and then the big reward time before being put back into deep sleep. It didn't resemble any kind of live that anyone else around him had. But Jaxxon hadn't given it a lot of thought before this day, or night. He didn't even know if the sun had started to rise yet.
"We need to do something about this air situation," he said.
"It's not that bad, honestly," said Simone. "Are you sure you're not having any side effects from me digging around inside of you?" She stopped and looked over at Bree, as though expecting some smart ass comment about that. Seeing nothing, she turned back to Jaxxon. "Look, this isn't about your male ego right now. Just sit down and wait until they open the door and tell us what our fates are, okay?"
"That's easy for you to say. No one expects you to save the day." His head was starting to feel very hot. "You get to live out your life."
"Are you fucking joking? I'm on an alien world because we were kidnapped by frog-faced aliens and taken away. Not to mention that this savage planet is nearly a hundred light years from our home. Our previous lives are just as over as yours. At least you'll get to keep living long enough to learn some fucking compassion and
empathy."
"This isn't right," Jaxxon uttered, stumbling a little and managing to correct himself before falling to the floor. Taking a few exaggerated steps, his legs again betrayed him. They sent him falling toward Simone, turning her demeanor of anger into one of clinical concern.
"There really is something wrong with you," she said. "Get back on the—"
Bree was still lying with her eyes closed. The poor thing had clearly been through a traumatic experience. Even Jaxxon didn't want to ask her to move.
"Here, get on the bench and just stop talking unless I ask you something. Is that a deal?" Simone asked.
"Fine," said Jaxxon. He was still feeling anger but now there was a logical explanation for why he'd started to act so rashly, going against logic. "I don't know what's happening to me. This is all wrong."
"Well, aren't your scanners telling you? Please don't tell me something's wrong with those now. That would be very bad, right?"
"Yes."
Simone pushed everything else off the bench so that she could move around and observe her patient from all angles without reaching over boxes and random bits of discarded scrap. She looked over at Bree. "Hey, do you think you could please help me, Bree? I hate to ask you, but if he dies we're all in trouble."
"It's nice to know you care," Jaxxon said. He did feel like nothing more than a machine suddenly, and his mood was going from anger to sadness in an instant, all over the place. Nothing like that had ever happened to him before. It was like he imagined going through puberty would have been, just a rush of raw male emotions that were still mixed up with the ones leftover from being just a boy. "My skin's burning up," he said.
"Maybe the scent shifter got to you too," added Bree.
Jaxxon had his eyes closed and was trying to focus on not letting his mind slip away and go off on some kind of anger fueled tangent. When Bree spoke, her voice came from just above him and a little to the side. She had come over to stand on the other side of the bench, opposite her crew mate and friend.
Simone asked, "Why do you say that? What did he do to you?"
"It's more like, shit I don't know. He didn't do much at all. He just stood there and I did all the talking, really. Then, I had to have him. He made me desire him like nothing else before. When it was all over, and he even let me get what I thought I wanted before he did it—he just switched it off like that. Shit, I can't even bring myself to tell you how that happened. I don't know. But I was burning up, my sex drive was cranked up to a million miles minute."
"Sex drive…" said Simone, remembering the bug they'd removed from inside of Jaxxon, and how he'd suddenly wanted her when he'd found it easy to hide his feelings of lust earlier. "Jaxxon, I think your libido is going into overdrive, maybe overcompensating now. Or it could just be that you're not used to the altered levels of certain chemicals that are in your body and mind now. Does that feel like what could be happening? Please tell me your sensors are at least giving you some clues about this."
Jaxxon closed his eyes again and inhaled deeply, slowly. "To be honest with you, I can't stop thinking about having sex. Both of you standing over me right now; it's almost too much to bare. I've had plenty of access to women in my time as a cyborg, but it's never been something that consumed much of my thoughts after the act was done. Now… this is hell."
"Maybe we should help him out?" said Bree with a smirk.
"Don't even joke about that," said Jaxxon.
Simone was shaking her head and glaring at her friend when Jaxxon next opened his eyes to look at her. "No, it's not funny, Bree. And I think something's going on with you as well. Now, don't make me chain you both up in separate corners. And I can't even believe I'm joking about this now. Just help me get him back in fighting condition, okay? Please."
"I'll do my best, Simone," replied Bree. "But you're going to have to be my assistant this time, doctor."
14
-Simone-
There was definitely something still up with Bree. If that asshole creep had used his ability to make her want sex, and then let her take what she wanted from him, there was a good change it was still wreaking havoc with the poor mechanic's mind. That, on top of the existing stress from every last terrible thing that had happened to them since being taken from their ship, and it was no wonder Bree was acting standoffish and reckless.
And Jaxxon had seemed cold at first, that was certainly true. He had also been caring and compassionate, especially in the act of nearly sacrificing himself, and totally screwing up his mission, so he could ensure the safety of two strangers. Maybe they had fixed him, but having a libido that was now running at full force could have been too much to handle.
Bree was already getting to work on him, inspecting his skin where the cuts had been made. "This is not what I'd call your finest surgical work, Simone," she said. "Do you remember how to stitch someone up without leaving jagged scars when it finally heals?"
"Oh, I guess I was kind of distracted."
Walking over and picking up the empty bottle from the floor nearby them, Bree made a sound of smug confirmation. "Yeah, I can see that. You know, I found this when I was looking through things earlier. Just wasn't silly enough to have a drink when we have our asses so firmly on the line, y'know? I guess maybe I am the mature one in our little duo." There was some warmth coming back to her, but that might have just been a cover, a mask to hide what she was really feeling on the inside. "Anyway," she continued, setting the empty glass bottle down on a shelf behind her, "that doesn't matter now, does it? And from what I can figure, you're going to heal up nicely pretty soon. See here? There's already some healing going on. Hell, he probably won't even get a scar, despite your drunken butchery."
Simone would have been outraged if anyone else was saying that to her, and in different circumstances. "Watch it," she said. "But what does that matter?"
"Well, I have a feeling that his super healing might not be the only thing that works to overcompensate. "Jaxxon, have you ever had a cold or been sick?"
Answering from his prone position on the bench, he said, "Not in this life as a cyborg. Why?"
"So your body fights off anything that goes wrong with you, injuries too, I'll assume. That's why that green giant didn't kill you with that devastating beat down. You were fine pretty quickly, apart from that 'libido bug' becoming detached and fucking up your action."
"My action? That saying didn't translate properly."
"It messed you up, and now it's gone. Your body is doing what it's meant to do properly at last, but it's doing it too well, and that's giving you too much oomph, if you get what I'm saying."
"I'm not sure he does," said Simone. "Maybe the people who built him weren't familiar with all the latest modern slang in English speaking countries on Earth?"
Inspecting Jaxxon still, prodding and poking where he'd started to heal on his abdomen, Bree was now nodding her head. She also had the look on her face she got when something had just hit her, when she'd finally worked out a tough issue with a piece of equipment. "That's actually a good point. He shouldn't have any knowledge of English if that translator is really so old. Even if they were in contact with Earth, or with other aliens who had been in contact with humans some how—they weren't speaking modern day languages yet."
"Well, that's a conundrum you're going to have to wait to solve, I think," said Simone. "You were going somewhere with this problem though?"
"I thought I just told you? Oh, well, Jaxxon here has too much lust in his pecker. I have a theory that it won't take his body long to adjust and stop acting so crazy. Until then, he might be kinda unstable. Not to mention moody."
"Like a teenager?"
"You could say that, only just the most male and sexually driven aspects. I'm sure that he'll still act like an old man and tell us off the rest of the time."
"Maybe you should help him out by relieving some more of that tension, Simone?" Bree said, and she shot a wink at her friend. "Or hey, if you like, I could do the honor for you? W
e could go to work on him tandem style if you like!"
Jaxxon sighed harshly and pulled down his shirt to cover himself. "Just stop it, please. Do you have any idea how hard it is to take this? I just want to…" He let out a deep groan of frustration and rolled onto his side, facing away from Bree.
"Holy shit," said Simone as she looked down at where his hands were covering his crotch. "You're really in the mood again already?"
Peeking over his body and looking for herself, Bree let out an excited sound. "Damn, son, you really are packing some fire power down there, aren't you? My professional opinion is, you'd better get that baby batter off the brain before it gets fried."
"You're serious?" asked Simone, trying to stay calm and professional, but feeling both awkward and enticed at the same time.
"I'm serious."
15
-Jaxxon-
"No," said Jaxxon once again. "I already told you, I'm not going to stand in the corner and 'take care of my hard on,' Bree. Just leave me alone. I'm completely in control." That was a lie, and his whole body was pulsating like he was about to shoot off into space and explode molten metal down over the whole planet.
"That's fine then," she replied. The young mechanic had been getting more and more obnoxious ever since first snapping out of her quiet depression. There were clear signs that the pheromones Drydee had used was still having a negative effect on her.
"If anything, it's just this stifling heat that's getting to me," Jaxxon added. That was not true, although the reduced air flow and increase in temperature was making things ten times worse. "No one's going to relieve themselves in the corner."
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