Companion 3000

by Evangeline Anderson

  “Do it, Leita,” he growled, obviously seeing her reluctance. “You don’t think I lugged the damn viewer all the way in here from the mech bay for the hell of it, do you? No, baby.” He stroked her flushed cheek, that lazy smile on his face again. “You’re gonna watch while I spread open those sweet pink pussy lips and fill you up. You’re gonna watch me spreading you, fucking you, and coming inside you. Understand?”

  “Goddess,” Leita blurted, feeling her face blush scarlet with shame and desire. How could he make her so hot just by telling her what he would do? Simply by giving her no choice in the matter?

  “Do it.” Pierce fingered the length of silver chain that ran between her throbbing nipples. “Don’t make me punish you again, Leita.”

  Her heart was pounding so hard she couldn’t hear her response but apparently she answered correctly because the next thing Leita knew she was on her knees in front of the viewer with Pierce behind her. He stripped off her black lace and pearl panties and untied the black silk restraints attached to her wrists. Leita held still for all of it, biting her lip and trying not to look at the girl in the viewer who was slowly and systematically being utterly dominated.

  “Now, Leita,” Pierce whispered in her ear. “I know it’s hard to watch yourself like this but I want you to see what I see in you.” He pressed close behind her and she felt his chest hair scratching along the tender skin of her back and his thick cock nudging her inner thigh. “Look at the girl in the viewer,” he commanded, reaching around to lift her chin, forcing her to see her own image. “Look at her pretty face, cheeks all rosy and her soft little mouth panting for breath from coming so hard just a minute ago. Look at her beautiful breasts.” He reached around her body and cupped her full breasts in his large, warm hands making Leita bite back a gasp. “And most of all, look at her sweet wet pussy,” Pierce said, his deep voice vibrating through her body as he ran both hands down her inner thighs and forced her to spread even wider for him.

  “Master,” she moaned as he spread her pussy lips open, exposing the hot pink interior of her inner sex. “Master, please!” She couldn’t bear to look—she wouldn’t, she told herself. And yet her eyes kept returning to the girl in the viewer. The girl who was being touched and fondled and opened by the large man behind her. The girl who looked like she was caught halfway between shame and pleasure as he opened her pussy and slowly began to finger her.

  “Look,” Pierce directed her sternly. “Watch me finger your cunt, Leita. Want you to see how hot and wet your little pussy gets for me when I touch you this way. Want you to watch me stroke your clit.” He leaned closer to her and whispered, “Close.”

  Leita thought he was talking to her but then she realized he was directing the viewer. With disarming precision, the 3-D viewer zoomed in on the action of his hands, showing a larger, more detailed picture of exactly what he was doing. Leita thought she would die with shame and need as she watched his blunt fingertips stroke expertly along the side of her swollen clit, then dip into the wet pink depths of her pussy for more moisture to caress her with.

  “Oh Goddess,” she whispered brokenly as she watched two of Pierce’s long, strong fingers enter her at once and press deep to touch her core.

  “Watch while I finger-fuck you, baby,” Pierce commanded, pressing deeper. “In just a minute that’s gonna be my cock inside you. You think you’re ready to watch me slide inside your sweet wet pussy and fill you full of my cum?”

  “I…I don’t know,” she whispered, unable to take her eyes off the viewer.

  “Well, I do,” Pierce told her. “See how wet your sweet little pussy is getting? Time for me to spread you open and fuck you hard, baby girl.” He removed his fingers slowly and sucked them clean, clearly relishing her taste. Then Leita felt him shift behind her and the thick head of his cock replaced his fingers, rubbing over her wet, hot core, the mushroom-shaped head slipping over her swollen clit and making her moan with need.

  “Master, please,” she begged softly as his thick shaft slipped between her pussy lips, spreading them wide, getting wet enough to enter her.

  “Please what, baby?” he asked almost tenderly. “You ready to be fucked now?”

  Leita couldn’t answer his question—she was full of too many swirling emotions. But she didn’t have to. Pierce pushed her lower on the bed so that her ass was in the air, whispering instructions to the viewer as he did so that the view of his cock sliding across the heated inside of her pussy remained visible despite their new position.

  “Watch now, Leita,” he commanded as the broad head of his cock lodged at the entrance of her body. “Watch while I fill you up. Watch while I fuck you.”

  She nodded mutely, her eyes on the sight in the viewer, the head of his cock nudging inside her until it was buried in her heated depths. She couldn’t have looked away at that point even if she knew the sight would make her blind.

  “Got the head inside you now, baby,” Pierce told her. “Do you want more, Leita? Do you?”

  “Y-yes.” She nodded again. Goddess, yes, she wanted more. Needed more.

  “All right.” Pierce nudged another thick inch of his cock inside her and she watched in mute fascination as her pussy opened to accommodate him. They had been making love for over a month but it still seemed impossible that his huge cock could fit all the way inside her body. But watching him feed inch after inch into her cunt, she saw that it must.

  At last he was seated all the way inside her and she could feel the head of his cock pressing hard against the mouth of her womb and knew he could go no farther. In the viewer she saw a girl with tousled blonde hair and wild eyes on her hands and knees with her legs spread and her pussy full of cock. Pierce was kneeling behind her, a look of intense concentration on his face.

  “Look what a good girl you are, Leita,” he said, his voice little more than a growl. “Look at the way you opened up for me, the way you opened your sweet pussy to take all of my cock inside you. Such a good girl, takin’ every inch inside your tight little cunt. Tell me, baby girl, do you need to be fucked now?” He pulled back for an instant and she saw the thick shaft slide out of her, glistening with her juices before he thrust back in.

  “Goddess, yes,” she moaned, arching her back and tilting her pelvis for more.

  “That’s what I wanted to hear,” he growled, pulling back again. “And that’s what

  I’m gonna do, Leita—gonna fuck you ‘til you come all over my cock. But I want you to keep you eyes on the viewer—watch me fuck you. Watch me come in you. You ready?” He pulled back again and she sensed he was holding himself back, waiting for her answer.

  “Please, Master… Yes…fuck me!” she gasped. It was all the answer Pierce needed. With an animal growl, he pushed forward, plowing into her with such force that she would have been driven across the bed if he hadn’t been holding her in place. Leita gasped and tried to hold on, tried to withstand the rough, luscious fucking he was giving her and the lightning strikes of pleasure that ran through her body with each deep thrust.

  She wanted to hang her head, wanted to squeeze her eyes shut and just let the sensations wash over her, but she knew she couldn’t. Her eyes remained glued to the viewer in front of her. She watched as the blonde girl with the silver chain hanging between her clamped nipples was systematically opened and penetrated by the thick cock of the man behind her. She had never imagined anything like this—being forced to watch herself get fucked, forced to see her pussy being ravaged by Pierce’s thick cock. And yet, it seemed to push her pleasure to an entirely different level. She was helpless under him, helpless to stop him, helpless to do anything but spread her legs and let him fuck her and simply try to endure his pistoning shaft within her soft, vulnerable body. Although she had come so hard only minutes before, she felt her pleasure building again, felt her body racing to the edge of need and desire as he pushed her higher and higher.

  “Good girl,” Pierce was growling fiercely. “Such a good girl, Leita, to take my cock inside you.�
� One of his hands moved from its position on her hip and she watched it slide down to her pelvis, to the place they were joined. Blunt fingertips slipped inside her open pussy lips and began stroking her tender clit in time to his strokes inside her. “Come on, baby,” he murmured as he touched her. “Watch me finger you. Watch me fuck you. You wanna come—I know you wanna come. You need to. Do it, Leita. Come all over my cock while I fill you up.”

  “Oh…oh Goddess!” Leita nearly screamed. Suddenly she was flying, the orgasm crashing over her like a drenching wave of light. She was exploding, falling, dying… She felt her inner muscles spasm around the thick invader and suddenly Pierce pushed into her hard and held rock-solid and steady as he allowed her orgasm to trigger his own.

  “That’s it, baby girl,” he gasped, pulling her close as he emptied into her. “Watch me come in you. Watch me fill you up.”

  Leita moaned, unable to take her eyes from the viewer as he pulsed inside her. They seemed to be frozen for a long moment in the act of completion, Pierce’s hands on her hips and her thighs spread wide to receive him. But finally he took a deep breath and began to pull out of her. She watched in fascination as his shaft slid from her ravaged pussy, leaving her feeling empty and naked somehow when she hadn’t felt so before.

  The powerful orgasm had drained her and she felt so tired suddenly, so emotionally exhausted that she felt she could barely move. Never had she had such an intensely passionate encounter, she thought to herself dully, and it had all been with a machine. The thought made her sad and despite the pleasure she had been feeling a moment before, she was suddenly filled with despair. When she looked up, she saw that the girl in the viewer had tears in her eyes.

  “All right, honey. It’s okay,” Pierce whispered to her, stroking her back with warm, gentle hands. He pulled her close. Then he kissed her throat and cheeks while he removed the tight nipple clamps. Leita hissed as the oxygen-starved tissue woke up and tingled with pain. Pierce sucked her hurt nipples soothingly, easing the ache. Then, still murmuring endearments, he turned off the viewer and pulled her down on the bed so that she was pressed against him, her head tucked under his chin.

  “Now,” he rumbled, when they were settled comfortably with his arms around her. “What’s wrong, baby girl? Did I hurt you? Or didn’t it work for you?”

  “No, I…no, it worked.” Leita sniffed, reaching up to blot her eyes against her forearm. “It was wonderful—exactly what I wanted. I don’t know why I’m… I mean, I just…” She looked up at him, at the deep blue eyes filled with concern for her and blurted, “I just…I just wish you were real.”

  “Oh, baby…” Pierce kissed her temple gently. “I’m sorry. Just so sorry.”

  “It’s not your fault. I’m sorry I said it.” Leita pressed her face against his chest. “I just… I’ve been feeling so…I guess I can’t explain it.”

  “Then don’t try,” he told her. “Let’s just get some sleep and we’ll talk about it in the morning.” He dimmed the lights and settled her comfortably in the crook of his arm.

  Leita closed her eyes obediently but one thought kept pressing against her brain, keeping her from drifting off. She had fallen in love with her Companion 3000 and as much as she might like to pretend, he would never really love her back.

  “I wish you were real,” Leita said, and it was on the tip of his tongue to tell her he was. But something held Pierce back. Admitting that he wasn’t what he’d been pretending to be for the last month and a half was a big step and he just didn’t feel ready to take it tonight. For one thing they were both physically and emotionally exhausted—Leita to the point of tears. And for another, what the hell would he say when he told her?

  “Sorry, Leita, but I’ve been putting on an act this entire time. I’m not a sex robot, I’m a real guy that got shipped here by mistake. Oh, and by the way, I’m gonna have to be leaving soon—hope you don’t mind.” There was no way he could break that to her gently, not after the scene they’d just been through together. It amazed Pierce how close he felt to her after the extreme sex, the sense of ownership he felt as he cradled her sweet, warm body in his arms. He’d claimed her tonight, and she’d claimed him. Leita held his heart in the palm of her hand, if only she knew it.

  Pierce sighed and stroked her soft blonde hair, wishing he didn’t have to go. Wishing he could stay here forever with her. He was tired of the life he’d lived up ‘til a month and a half ago—always on the run. He wanted to retire.

  Then it hit him—why couldn’t he stay here with Leita? It wasn’t like he was leaving anything behind. No family or friends or commitments that had to be honored. At one time the idea of giving up his footloose life to settle down on the edge of an asteroid belt would have bothered him—but not anymore. It was time to face the fact that he loved Leita—loved her like crazy. The sweet little blonde had gotten under his skin like no other woman ever had and Pierce realized he’d be crazy to let her get away. No, it was time to come clean and admit who he really was and how he really felt.

  The only thing he really wanted from his former life was his little Titan Jaunter— the ship he’d left on Osiris. It was sleek and modern and more maneuverable than the clunky droid ships Leita had collecting ore. It could also go superlight which was definitely a feature they didn’t have. That would be a real asset to have out here at the edge of the system—especially if they wanted to go get supplies from another planet and not shut down the entire operation for a whole month.

  The more Pierce thought about it, the more excited he got. He wanted to wake up Leita right then and there and tell her the truth and how he felt about her. But one look at her sleeping face convinced him otherwise. She looked utterly exhausted in the dim light of the bedroom. Tonight’s encounter had really taken a lot out of her. Out of him too, Pierce realized, with a huge yawn. He loved playing extreme sex games with Leita, but it tended to push the emotions involved into the stratosphere which meant pure exhaustion afterward. Of course, that didn’t mean he didn’t want to do it again. Just the memory of how she’d submitted to him, of how she’d opened herself and given herself entirely had him half hard all over again. Oh yes, Pierce was looking forward to many more years of playing the master to Leita’s submissive little slave girl. But for tonight, he decided, it was better just to get some sleep.

  He pulled her closer and breathed in her sweet scent, vowing to tell her everything in the morning.

  Chapter 7

  “Leita, I think you’d better come see this.” A cold nose was poking the palm of her hand, nudging her from the depths of sleep.

  “Huh?” Leita opened her eyes groggily and glanced at the blue numbers displayed by the chronometer above her info cube. “What do you want, Schneider?” she asked in a whisper so as not to wake Pierce. “It’s the middle of the night.”

  “Well, I’m sorry, sleeping beauty, but this can’t wait.” Despite his sarcastic words, Schneider sounded really worried.

  “What is it?” Leita sat up in bed, peering at the small figure standing by the side of the bed. It was hard to tell in the dim light, but Schneider’s fur looked puffy and disordered and his tufted tail was as big as a bottle brush—a sure sign that he was feeling threatened.

  “Just come on. And bring that tazer pen that belonged to your father,” her friend directed in a quiet voice. “Hurry and don’t wake up Pierce.”

  Just the fact that he hadn’t called Pierce “Captain Dildo” or any derivative of dildo at all put Leita on the alert. And the idea that he wanted her to bring the only weapon she owned disturbed her as well. Moving slowly and quietly, she got out of bed, pulled on a robe over the topless bustier she was still wearing and grabbed the palm-sized tazer pen from its hiding place in the headboard of the bed. Pierce turned over and sighed deeply and she and Schneider both froze. To Schneider’s obvious relief, he didn’t wake up. She followed her friend from the bedroom, carefully shutting the door behind her.

  “Okay, now what is this all about? Why did you make
me bring the tazer and why are we sneaking around Pierce like he’s a mass murderer in the middle of the night?” she demanded, the minute the door was securely shut behind her.

  “Shhh!” Schneider put one tiny black-furred finger to his lips—a very human gesture. “The reason we’re treating your boyfriend like he might be a mass murderer is because he might—he might be anything at all,” he answered in a whisper. “But one thing he’s not is a Companion.”

  “What?” Leita frowned at Schneider, angry at him for making such wild accusations and even angrier at herself for continuing to keep her voice down as though she actually believed them. “That’s crazy,” she said, in a half-whisper. “What do you mean he’s not a Companion?”

  Schneider shook his head. “Come in the living area and you’ll see. Just be sure to keep the tazer handy in case he wakes up.”

  Leita felt chills march down her spine. She shivered but followed her friend through the hallway to the living area where she and Pierce had spent so many evenings curled up on the couch together reading and watching vids. It was also the room that had an outside access to the airlock that led out of the life pod. An access that was currently being blocked by a long familiar silver box.

  Leita recognized the shape of the Companion 3000 containment unit—the same kind of box Pierce had been delivered in. What was it doing out here? Had Schneider somehow managed to drag it out of her bedroom closet all by himself for some reason? But how was that possible? And why would he bother?

  “Schneider, what’s this all about?” she demanded. “What is this thing doing out here?”