Slave World

by Johnny Stone

  We entered jump space three hours later, en route to Regilain. Our total flight time was a little over thirty hours even though we were traveling 10 parsecs, or nearly about 35 light years. Jump drive had been groundbreaking technology developed nearly 300 years ago. The jump, or gravity engine as it was sometimes called, harnessed the astronomically heavy gravitational field of cosmic strings that spanned the galaxies and open space. By ‘riding’ the immense power they contained, a ship could travel faster than light by literally folding portions of space into miniature wormholes between pre-set points in each star system. This breakthrough in technology had been the all-important missing piece of the puzzle that finally allowed mankind to rapidly explore and colonize the universe, whether it was welcome or not from those already residing within it.

  With the ship on autopilot and Mark dubiously in control again, I slowly began to relax. The hard part was over now and the rest of the flight should be gravy from here on out. My stomach began to growl in protest reminding me that I hadn’t eaten in a while, but that could wait. A woman has priorities after all. I took my helmet off, glancing at John in the seat next to me. The whole episode with Carlos had really gotten my juices flowing. Trust me, the soggy warmth in my panties proved it.

  “John?”

  “Yes, Margo.”

  “Would you ah…wait five minutes and then come back to my cabin?” I stood, running my hand delicately across his plastisteel shoulder. I just wished John could take charge instead of me initiating things all the time. I was so accustomed to being used for sex for so many years that I’d grown to accept it and strangely like it over time.

  “Of course, Margo.”

  A growing sense of wanton urgency propelled me from the cockpit, while my body started revving up again like a finely tuned engine made for a single purpose.

  “Captain Margo?”

  “Yeah?” I entered my cabin with a breeze of awakening air, letting out an all too common breath of annoyance again, whenever my resident pervert decided to harass me.

  “I’ve noticed a distinctive change in your physiology over the last several hours: increased respiration and blood pressure, a spike in body temperature accompanied by increased vaginal secretion and…”

  You can’t hide anything from a damn AI, can you? “What do you want, Mark?” I kicked off my boots, letting them thunk against the duralloy bulkhead.

  “Can I watch, please?”

  “What? No, you can’t watch! This is…it’s private.” My flight suit came off, kicked to the corner in a rustling flurry of impending pleasure.

  “Oh come on, I covered your ass back there. We’re partners now, right? I’ve been nice to you lately, haven’t I?” My bra-strap and panties came off in a flurry of impending excitement. I was right; they were soaked.

  “If you mean by being nice, that you turned the water ice cold on me in the shower so you could laugh while I jumped around like an idiot, and then made fun of my mosquito bite nipples, then yes, you’ve been nice.”

  “Look, I’m sorry, let me watch. I can help numbnuts out, really? I can tell him exactly what to do to get you off, I swear.”

  “John doesn’t need any help with…Ugh! No, and that’s the last time I’m going to tell you!” I dimmed the lights to a romantic mood setting twilight, then lit the incense burner and started a loop of my favorite songs on the disk player.

  “Goodbye, Mark, privacy on and I don’t want to be disturbed, got it?”

  “You’re nothing but a damn tease, you know that?” My teeth clenched in fading anger. That dickhead always has to get the last word in, doesn’t he?

  I padded anxiously over to the manual environmental controls in my cabin, turning the temperature up to a steamy eighty-eight degrees, with seventy-five percent humidity. I love to sweat during sex; it turned me on even more – not to mention, help burn away unwanted pounds.

  I dove through the air, landing on my bed, bouncing, giggling in exuberant giddiness. With panting breaths and a rosy cheek smile, I went to my knees. Nimble fingers moved over my slightly pudgy stomach and through the small tuft of damp hair between my thighs, testing the waters. Oh yeah…They slid effortlessly over the sensitive heat of my large, rumpled labia, enthusiastically slick with desire, again. Come to think of it, I’m not sure if there’s ever a time that I’m not horny. I pushed down, letting the excess skin run between my fingers like billowing silk, shivering as my palm ground against the engorged knot of my clit. Looks like it’s about time for another rejuvenation, I thought glumly. Guess I should have known that by all the noise it made when John finger fucked me earlier.

  My problem was I liked big cocks, I mean really huge ones, and the coveted feeling of yielding surrender that stays with me for hours afterwards. Thing was, it took a toll on how should I say, the aesthetics of my genitalia like you wouldn’t believe. I know John didn’t care, but it still bothered me when it got that flabby look to it. I’d heard my labia jokingly referred to as ‘meat curtains’ in the past by a certain insensitive jerk when they got to this point, and the insecurity of his comment had stayed with me ever since. The asshole sure didn’t seem to mind it at the time, though.

  I pushed three fingers easily inside myself, then went for four up to the last knuckle. Yes, I can still take a big one! It had been almost a week, after all. I jumped excitedly from bed, opening a wall drawer to reveal the instruments of my desire. So, where is it, oh yeah, here we go. Thank you, Sytha-Corp!

  Bio-skin dildos had to be the greatest invention since sliced bread. They replicated an actual dick in every way once the neural link was established with the wearer. Of course in John’s case, that didn’t mean much other than his ability to cum when I told him to, but if the wearer was human…Damn! You could do anything with it just like a real one: make it move and jump, or swell up hard as a rock with simulated blood flow. It was even self-lubricating, based on the amount of resistance the microprocessor in the tip detected.

  If I was starting to get dry, bam! The lube spread evenly along the shaft, secreted from the pores, in seconds. If it was my ass, bam! A flood of it covered the dildo, and in it went, slick as a whistle. Bio-skin even replicated body temperature, and felt like actual flesh. The best thing about it in my opinion though, was actually being able to experience what sex was like from a guy’s point of view, if a woman was so inclined. Gee, that’s a no-brainer, isn’t it? Chalk one up for feminine equality.

  I took out the ten-incher, ‘Mr. Adonis’, gazing at it in leering reverence. Just gripping its incredibly thick 4-inch girth made my pussy clench in flighty trepidation. When John fucked me with this, I stayed happily fucked for hours afterwards. I gave the large set of balls a gentle squeeze to make sure I’d refilled them from the last time. Yep, all primed and ready to go. I could usually get five or six good loads out of the cum refill pack, unless I wanted it all at once. Sometimes that was exactly what I was in the mood for though, one big, massive river flooding my battered pussy like a stretched balloon. Mmmm… god, I love cum.

  I propped myself up in bed, eyeing the door impatiently. I still had a few minutes until John made his appearance to get warmed up. The problem was that John could do the actual act, but lacked the necessary programming and delicate articulation for all the good stuff, like intimate foreplay. He would do whatever I told him to of course, but it wasn’t the same. Realism, and the human instinct to be able to read my body, knowing what to do to make me feel good at just the right time, was sadly beyond his grasp. Oh well…

  I spread my knees, guiding the dildo between, pressing the tiny manual power switch on the underside of the base. It instantly warmed in my hand, and I closed my eyes, poising it against the entrance of my pussy.

  Momentary resistance…

  A grimace of pleasurable pain…

  The unmistakable warmth of lube soaking the cockhead and…

  I gasped when the engorged head and several inches of thick cock, suddenly popped through
my protesting vulva. “Good boy, come to mamma,” I chuckled, mewing contently. There was no feeling in the world like the first time of being entered, of being penetrated, of being used.

  I paused, catching my breath, letting my body adjust to its sudden expansion, while reality faded around me. My cheeks glowed crimson, heart pounding. The slight movement of my hands worked the wonderful sensation further inside me, back and forth, driving steadily onward, driving deeper.

  “Omigod yes,” I whined softly, as my insatiable desire swallowed even more of the shaft. With a slight moan I stopped, hitting bottom. Eight unbelievable inches were inside me now, and I sat up slightly, gazing reverently at the fleshy protrusion between my legs. I never got tired of looking at myself so completely fucked like this.

  I flopped back in bed, holding it in place, while my other hand roamed over the slight bulge of my breasts, pinching my dark nipples, as if they needed further stimulation. Enthusiastic fingers finally sought my clit, teasing it for a few moments, before moving over the dampness of taut lips, and up the vein-shrouded pole, and back again to where it entered me. That’s when John walked in.

  “Hey, what took you so long; I had to start without you?” I asked in a pouting, yet playful tone of disappointment.

  “You did tell me to wait five minutes, Margo.”

  “I know, just kidding is all. Here, take it out of me. This is the one I want you to use.” I braced myself, closing my eyes, biting my lip in anticipation.

  “Oh shit…” I clutched the sheets, as my gripping inner muscles rapidly collapsed upon themselves. The dildo was replaced by a dull, hot emptiness that ended in the pit of my stomach. It was an old familiar feeling that I craved no different than the air I breathed.

  “Hurry up, John,” I rasped, eyeing him like a staved wolf. Thankfully it didn’t take long for him to attach it, via the special magnetic points made for just such a purpose.

  The sight of John hovering over me, desirably manly, if that were possible, with ‘his’ immense glistening cock staring me right in the face, set my mouth to watering.

  “Wait.” I sat up, scooting over the edge of the bed. “Do you want me to give you head first?”

  “Do you wish to give me oral sex first?” Grrrr… That’s not what I asked you.

  I let out a deep breath of frustration. “John, tell me to suck your dick.”

  “Yes, Margo. I want you to suck my dick.” Still not good enough.

  “No, John, tell me to suck it.”

  “Margo, you will suck my dick before we engage in sexual intercourse.” Close enough, I sighed in defeat.

  I closed my eyes, cupping the cool metal of what would have been John’s ass, pulling him closer. At times I could almost forget the dildo wasn’t real; it even tasted like delicious cockflesh. Sytha-Corp had thought of everything. I shuddered when his dick touched my lips, hinted with the lingering fragrance of sweet innocence and excited naughtiness. That was the closest comparison I’d come up with to what my pussy smelled like after the juices started flowing.

  The dildo was too large for me to give John a proper blowjob; I could barely get my mouth open wide enough to take more than the head and first couple of inches. He didn’t care; this part was for me, not him. Regardless, I stretched my mouth as wide as I could, lips tightly engulfing the fleshy, conical tip. I started to gag, swallowing thickly; my pussy damped at the wonderful sensation of helplessness.

  With one hand I slowly worked the length of his broad shaft while the other trailed between my legs, teasing my clit with the tip of my short fingernail. My tongue ran down one side of his cock and back up the hard ridge beneath it, working the foreskin into a rumbled fold that I lavished like a desperate lover. Every so often I convulsed, jerking with uncontrollable jolts of electric pleasure that shot outward from between my thighs.

  “Your cock tastes so good, John,” I moaned, rubbing it against my cheek, smearing it with the mixed scent I loved. “I’m your whore, John, say it.”

  “You are my whore, Margo.”

  “Tell me what a cock slut I am,” I panted, slipping into that wonderful place of female abasement that I’d found unexplained comfort in for so many years.

  “You are a cock slut, Margo.” Oh god, how I loved to hear those words from a man, even if he was a droid.

  “Cum in my mouth, John, please?” My voice came in hiccups, selfishly needy. Both my hands went to him now, jerking madly. “Just a little, three pulses, maximum pressure.” It was a little bit of a mood breaker having to give him such detailed instructions all the time, but you had to take the good with the bad, I suppose.

  I opened my mouth, and took the first two powerful spurts on the back of my throat with a flinching shudder. It didn’t take long for my mouth to fill with the delicious sensation that I swallowed with an enormous gulp. The final sticky blast splattered across my face in a stringy mess, dribbling off my chin while I moaned in delight. I could never get enough cum to sate my hunger. I just wish…

  My eyes flew open, doe-like with beseechment. “Fuck me, please, I want you so bad, John.” I crawled away, flat on my back and he followed stiffly after me.

  “Yes, Margo, I will readily comply with your request. I’m going to fuck you now.”

  There were so many things I wanted to do with him, but couldn’t due to his limited range of articulation. John was my impressively capable partner, yet severely lacking in so many ways. Even missionary was difficult for him, but I liked to feel the weight of my lover pressing down on me, immobilizing me, pinning me down at times.

  “Depth of penetration, Margo?”

  “Seven inches, slow at first.”

  I lifted my legs, letting them come to rest on his shoulders, and John bore down until they were pushed back as far as they would go, knees bent and spread wide before him. It was easier for him this way, eagerly lifting my ass at just the right angle. With a bit of fumbling, I finally felt the swollen head of his cock hunting for me.

  “A little to the left…there, No! Back the other waaaiee! Oh shit! Shit, shit, shit!” My eyes flew wide in rapturous bliss as John lanced into me like a hot knife cutting through butter.

  “Are you injured, Margo? Should I-”

  “Oh god, no! That feels… Go on, John, I’m ready. “

  My delicate moaning grew heavy over time, fuelled by a never-ending cadence of mechanical dependability. John felt good, he always did, and he tried so hard to make me happy, but… I’d grown long used to his somewhat awkward and jerky movements by now, able to accommodate for his complete lack of rhythm, but it just wasn’t doing it for me this time. Everything felt choreographed to the point of complacency, and even as horny as I was, I just couldn’t get into it. Something’s wrong.

  I let out a puffing breath, staring blankly at the ceiling that moved back and forth above me. Most of the time when John and I were together like this, I would fantasize about a man that I knew would never come. I tried to envision the picture perfect lover that I would never meet, the man who would love me for who I was, instead of tossing me in the trash like a cheap piece of meat after he was bored with me. However, this time my fantasy lover wouldn’t manifest, kept at a distance by a void of restless uncertainty.

  “Is something wrong, Margo, you seem perplexed?” I was so engrossed in my thoughts of worrying doubt that I hadn’t noticed John had stopped.

  “What? No, I’m fine.”

  “You don’t seem to be enjoying yourself; do you wish me to do something else? Would you better enjoy anal sex, or perhaps I could get a second adapter and-”

  “No, it’s just,” I couldn’t tell him how I was feeling. He wouldn’t understand anyway. Hell, I didn’t know what I was feeling at the moment. I knew I couldn’t hurt his feelings, but I didn’t want John to feel like I was unhappy with his performance either. “Let’s try something else. Lay down and let me get on top, okay?”

  “Of course, Margo, anything you wish.” Anything I wi
sh? I could wish for a lot, but I’ll tell you what, if I put my wishes in one hand, and shit in the other, we both know which one would come up short.

  John climbed off me with the grace of a floundering rhino and I slid out from under him, waiting for him to get situated before climbing on top, guiding the tip of his cock between my ass cheeks. It looked as if extreme measures were in order tonight to clear the dark cloud that had sprang to life above me. I still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong, and was almost tempted to ask Mark what our current status was, but decided against it. I’d never hear the end of it if he saw me riding high in the saddle like this.

  I eased down on John in a series of short, bobbing gulps, shivering with the measured yielding of my ass. Just a bit more… My sphincter stretched to the point of euphoric distress, while my chest heaved in stuttering gasps. Almost there…It felt like I’d been punched in the stomach, when my protesting body suddenly engulfed him, and my ass clamped tightly around the slippery shaft nestled within me.

  “Oh yeah, that’s just what I needed.”

  “Do you wish me to-?”

  “No! No, just lay still, John, I’ll take it from here.” I can handle this part just fine.

  It didn’t take long, maybe ten minutes, until I’d loosened up enough to lean back on it completely, rocking my hips in a slow, mesmerizing pattern. Waves of delight surged upward while I bathed my clit with skilled fingers, and my tautly stretched ass suckled at the immense girth impaling me. I could already feel the contractions starting, tightening into a ball in my stomach; the frequency increased as the orgasm that had so craftily eluded me, loomed on the horizon. Leaning forward, I let my nails scrape across the hard surface of John’s chest, beating downward with the hip-pounding tempo that I knew would set me off at any minute.

  “Omigod, John, yes,” Here it comes! “Cum with me, cum in my ass, all of it!” John started to cum moments before I did; filling my rear with sputtering waves of liquid heat that ebbed and flowed like my chaotic emotions.