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Amorous
Goods: Rebranded
Sallybot gives her all for the crew.
Based
on a post by ShowTime8.
Listen to the
Podcast at Explicit Novels.
Prologue:
A
lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left
the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining
relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of
administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. However,
she has come to find out that many of the goods have been cursed or enchanted
with amorous powers that affect those who encounter them. This 18 part series
is devoted to many of the stories of those encounters with objects found at Amorous Goods.
October
1, 12:01 A.M. Greater Magellanic Spiral near the
freshly named planet of Wildhoot. Two trade-named
space vehicles have just concluded a deadly confrontation. One continues
establishing high orbit, the other falls slowly and inertia-less to the
hospitable world below.
The
survivors are in a 4th hand Ford Space Explorer, hard used in many wiper years
of use but lovingly cared for at last by five friends; they pooled their
resources to purchase the tough old battered ship after becoming tired of it
all near the clutter of civilization, extremely bored, between jobs, and
looking to change their fortunes. Setting ship's time and date to GMT, the good
ship Hoochie Mama made way outward through bad
traffic, piloted by Sally, its factory AI, repaired better than new with logic
parts from a very special sexbot.
Harry
became Captain simply because his name was on the title. Maestro claimed
everything under the bonnet and a good deal more. Chyna took the garage. Nonny started an armory. Blynd
worked with all the other four as needed and made music. Tired of it became an
acronym and honorific between them.
Along
the way to this point of time and space, these Toi found themselves accompanied
by a changing number of hangers on, hitchhikers, and fellow wanders called
Interns, during some drunken party when there was enough spirits and frozen
pizza to celebrate life aboard. The name defined them.
There
were adventures and misadventures out to the borders of the Empire. New
friends, breakdowns, refits, slick deals and shitty luck; all shared equally
until at the last Royal outpost, the planet Prime. Down on their luck and a
near empty fuel tank, the opportunity to be persuaded handsomely by HRMN Prime to go search for one of the King's missing
relations: a rather naughty Princess in fact. Crewman Stubbs, a primitive of
some intelligence, was not impounded in gratitude for the favor.
There
was one hell of a party while the Toi used their carte-blanche privileges in
the naval station to outfit and fill the Explorer to bursting for an armed
expedition of some length with the condition W O Thaycher
and his battle-tested squad accompany them in a strictly hush-hush manner.
Fifty
wiper days after a hurried departure they crossed a great empty space. Leaving
wiper drive well short of the intended destination, disguised as inept
tourists, to find they were being stalked by the craft falling away to the
lovely planet selected for a base camp. So our story begins on the far side of
the cold deep gulf between them and civilization.
Cat's Cradle:
The
one thing to be found of interest in the burned out Nissan Star-Tripper, the
object, device, Fay magic, avant garde
art or summat, would be many things to the crew; they
were still scrummy inebriated and Itchy zoned, shocked by the damage done to
the attacking vessel and a little pleased to be on this side of Hoochie Mama's new dreadnought cannons.
Most
of all they would be puzzled about their compulsion to hold and never let go of
the cherry red, squashed, bent, and twisted oblate spheroid still on the dead
Nissan shown on the big galley screen above the dining room. The doomed ship
bounced on the atmosphere of the planet below while 5 Standard shuttles tried
to keep the wreck out of atmosphere until the inspection team finished a hasty
look or retreated. There were cheers when at last the 6th pulled away in a
shower of sparks to be passed by the other 5 still going full throttle as they
released and ran home.
They
would remember the first sight of the artifact when the returning W O
triumphantly reached in a bag, holding his trophy up for all to see; how it
filled them with a sense that all their hopes and dreams would be at last
fulfilled when it was in their possession.
Thaycher was mobbed, losing control as it bobbed away on a
sea of Intern hands, each fairing as well as he to acquire a grip.
Toi
Harry's first indication that something amiss was a screen opening over the
last moments of the Star Tripper; it flashed red alert and began replaying from
the start with his sight.
"It's
loose!" Thaycher's wildly waving arms tried to
reclaim the sparkly What's it? Others reached as it bounced in unforeseeable
directions. The Interns shoaled like fish around the glassy red beauty moving
completely over the entire commons floor, always finding its way back to the
center surrounded by happily adoring gropers hoping for a handhold of
satisfaction. Nonny and Blynd
walked in and were lost to the spell.
"Dum,
ah, hee, I got it!" A crash and amused Interns
laughed. "He, he, he, nope, it's as slippery as a greased shoat at the
fair." Crewman Stubbs watched, waiting to see what this new game was.
"Hayaa!" Nonny joined the
fray as her eyes saw a target long sought but never known, attempting to make
it her own with no luck and much loving cursing.
"Lock
the ship down before anyone else blunders in, Sally. What the hell is it?"
Her voice sounded close by Harry's ears where he lay flat back in the bridge
command chair, no longer sleepily enjoying the end of Operation Planet fall or
watching the fireworks descending prettily.
"Breach
conditions set, Captain sweetie. (kiss sound) The object appears seamless, but
then so does the wall butler, however, there will be a composite rendering
ready to examine if I can capture images of its entirety; one area is being
very difficult to see as many times as it's been around the commons. There is
no way for me to know exactly what it is. I am only the spawn of a Yertsberg and a Ford AI but we're the best you have."
Another
screen opened showing Maestro standing by the rear galley door just up the
corridor from the maelstrom rolling around the commons. Text across the bottom
red, (Your cabin). The screen closed before he could speak. The command chair
returned ready behind the Captain's worried dash past the bridge loo. Sally
opened and closed doors ahead and behind him.
Harry
ran up corridor, away from the bridge, then down the far side of the galley
freezer bins to his cabin on the right, halfway between Hoochie's
skin and the commons; he burst in then straight to the loo. He returned quickly
to find Maestro in a remarkable state of agitation, something unknown in the
wiper ages between them.
"I
don't like that thing, Toi; it's evil. If it gets in here close your
eyes." Harry watched the futile efforts to possess the thing. He didn't
know if it was evil, but it was bad enough to be a weapon if used correctly,
even though it did no direct harm to those enamored with its sight, as yet. "Look
at this."
Maestro
had a second screen opened with Sally�s current information. Harry marked the
resemblance to a cat's ass saddle. He looked to see conformation in the old
Fay's eyes. The puzzle grew deeper.
"How
are we going to get that cat back in the bag? Look at Stubbs." The adopted
creature sat teddy bear like on the floor of the lounge while everyone tried to
catch something she could not see.
"It
must be invisible to her, but how does that help us? What the hell is that
thing, and where are all the rest of us? Ships roster, Sally."
Engineering, Hangar, and Thaycher's squad were all in
their spaces; the nerdy Interns were in a dorm of their own choosing. A screen
showed each in real time with details. He stopped on the scene in the newest
Toi's cabin.
Bridget:
still crying from when the first shot guaranteed no hope of survivors and the
lusty eyes of the man demanding the immediate surrender of the Ford vanished
with the heavy jar and thunder of non-calibrated light cannons.
Once
again violent death marred her otherwise pleasant life on board. Sallybot followed her tearful escape, bio-metric alarms
activated by the young woman's distress; following to give the only comfort it
could. Sex salves many wounds. The bot's mouth attended her wounds while
Bridget sobbed into a pillow, writhing under the treatment.
"Are
we going to watch porn or come up with a plan?" Harry closed that screen
and was left with the last group on the ship numbering 239 Interns, 1 puzzled
Crewman Stubs, 2 Toi, and 1 supernumerary, W O Thaycher.
242 of them were trying to subdue the elusive saddle, Stubs followed behind.
"My
plan is staying far away from that thing." Maestro reopened the view of
Bridget's cabin. "I thought we weren't going to watch porn." Toi
Harry grumbled peevishly.
"No,
look. We can use Sallybot. She's the perfect
solution." A plan was made to see if the device had any effect on it and
then contain the troublesome thing if possible. After Bridget fell asleep on
her tear-stained pillow, the bot covered her with a duvet and left, proving
very quickly the first concern null. Sallybot
followed for a bit. It was poetry watching the sexbot working its way between
the Interns before reaching up and drawing it down to where the hands of the
entranced mob made it difficult for the strongly built sexbot to hold as
command circuitry argued with low charge protocols.
At
last Sallybot curled arms and legs around it; her
form molded itself into a position that occluded all sight of the troublesome
device, ending their desperate attempts to possess it and replacing it with
blind stumbling sexual intoxication. Sally lost all connection to Sallybot, battery gone dead, left an erotic sculpture in
the rudderless throng.
"She's
gone!" There was anguish never heard in the AI's voice, then silence.
Even
unseen, the force of its physic magnetism had them casting sluggishly about in
search of its location, often as not lodged against similar searchers pressing
to pass just past you. In the end they went to the floor, screwing like piles
of blind undulating maggots as the device gave its last gift of rut and all the
sweaty skin of the moaning afflicted shed what little clothes they wore.
Maestro
went with Grom to remove Sallybot
from the mass of bodies in the lounge; it was grunt work shifting the Interns
but, once loaded, a quick trip to the hangar to help Henry put the bot and the
cat in shuttle dock. When at last they were anchored outside, the Interns
slowly orgasmed to puddles of deep sleep. They would remember little except
that first glimpse and their loving mates trying to help them catch it. Private
bits warming and the machinery between their flushed ears made that memory
slip.
House cleaning:
The
Toi remaining met in the wardroom. Nonny and Blynd still lay sleeping in one of the piles with Thaycher; a sad smile on a face exhausted beyond
recognition.
Chyna,
looking singed from dragging the last searchers inside his shuttle and haul ass
away, narrowly escaping the fireworks preceding crash and burn, but extremely
clean having missed the second event while in the shower with a few Interns to
soap him down.
Maestro
at Harry's right, grim faced, holding the bag Thaycher
unknowingly drew the cherry red curiosity from. He closed his eyes, reached
inside, and pulled out the only thing left.
The
goggles had milky white lenses, the material opaque to look at, but transparent
when worn. The fact that they were in the same bag suggested some nullification
of the visual lock of the cherry red amulet and were very sexy to boot. The
frame had deep engraved AG on either temple of the slick ruddy unknown gleaming
metal.
"I
want a pair of these." Chyna snagged them first and opened a screen to
admire his image wearing the pimped-out shades that seemed made perfectly for
his face. The pimp goggles were reluctantly passed around, each new wearer
appearing to have a similar fit.
Maestro
watched the replay from the start through them. The object lost most of its
glint and color but the commons and school of seekers appeared as usual to him.
He gave a start then dashed out the server's door.
"Toi
Maestro, what the hell? Where is he going, Sally?"
"He
says he has an idea and to carry on, Captain sweetie." (kiss sound) The
Toi were left alone with no further information. It was Chyna who spoke first,
tiredly and with some ire while looking at the door the old Fay went through so
quickly.
"He
took the goggles with him. We need coffee." They went to the galley for
fresh brew and nibbles as the hours of late night turned to early morning. The
view over the servers' line as they sipped from temperature controlled cups was
surreal; so unlike any of the great parties that had ended on that floor. An
erotic odor of sweat-slicked skin while they moved in sleep came in the
opening. Vacfiber softly hissed like a lullaby as it
removed spent fluids.
Toi
Chyna closed the opening with a shudder and turned away. The sight was gone but
the smell drove them away from the preparation table, holding their snacks and
cocks against the musk behind them, escaping the close confines. Sally guided
them through a maze of engineering spaces to where Maestro tinkered with a
device enabling the AI to look through the goggles at the entire replay. He
gave a lecture while thus engaged about spectrums, wave lengths, and ju ju optics.
On
a screen, the composite image changed in glints and sparks as Sally sped
through the library of multiple views of the release and capture until the last
portion of the enchanted sex toy was revealed; a golden rectangular plate,
incorporated along the curve of the twisted shaft connecting the two ends.
Cherry red Amorous Goods filled the the channels of
metal seamlessly. A long line of numbers and symbols suggesting an astronomical
location ran under the caption. Toi Harry began making plans.
Reset:
"Time
to unload and ponder while we square away. All Interns left will begin moving
the stricken to showers and racks. Thaycher squad
will retrieve and tuck him in then set tight. I'm going to wake Toi Bridget so
she can catch up. Shore leave for the others as they wake. Anything else
Maestro, Chyna?" Maestro walked out, again silent. The screen of the
completed curse closed behind him.
"Yeah,
is he finished with the goggles? We should have everyone sight free wearing
Mark 7 coveralls so we can tell who our specialists are. Cancel breach
conditions so I can get my Specialists moving."
"Sally,
pass the word to those left; start a replay on Bridget's screen, tell her I'm
coming if she asks or tries to screen me. Now get me out of here." Bridget
met him just outside her door, pale and drawn. Together they began the long job
of restoring a sense of normalcy to the areas affected by the ordeal and a
sense of excitement for the awakening victims as they hurried them to waiting
shuttles
Post capture:
October 8,
Aboard
the Hoochie Mama things were different; so different
that Harry was rethinking the decision to quarantine so many below for the
sheer reason it was empty as hell with all of those poor souls, gone but not
quite haunted, safe in a virgin paradise or summat. Nonny and Blynd were happy to go
and Crewman Stubbs with them.
Everyone
left was on a common circuit now, easier that way with so few. It was too
quiet; a lot better after all moving closer together, closer forever now. He
tried to name them off in his mind, there was Chyna and Hank, Maestro, Grom, and Thaycher, unable to be
left behind and carefully tended by his squad, whose names seemed to change
daily. Anise, Fred, Dave, Cheryl, Debbie, Deborah, and a couple of more he
hadn't sussed out yet.
Bridget
moved into Nonny's cabin, next to his, empty now of
all the knives, spears, bows, energy guns and weapons strange to behold. She
talked Maestro into making a connecting door into Harry's room as a
modification. Soon the first class cabins close to the central shaft were changed
into other systems to fit the needs of the Specialists and Toi. The commons and
galley were changed as well.
Dining
was greatly abbreviated; gained space became a grand cozy party area below the
big screen above. Chyna set up in the spaces beside the hangar booth. One floor
up, Thaycher and his squad rearranged the weapons
suites. Through it all Maestro worked tirelessly to accommodate requests and
improve conditions aboard. When asked how so much was done in such a short time
he replied 'It's amazing what you can do with a Plexiwelder
and no interruptions.' Life became routine while preparing.
Preparations:
Harry
shrugged off the Mark 7 coveralls, sighing as the wall butler snagged the
discarded garment leg, drawing it inside to be cleaned and presented fresh for
inspection the next time it was opened. Slowly walking to the shower and
running an unusual amount of hot steamy water and Sudz
to wash off the last two hours of exercise by the abusive, Ustis
Thaycher, channeling his angst into teaching all
specialist members and Toi for the expedition. Maestro was his pain partner in
last place on the corridor runs.
"I
really miss Sallybot." He shut off the shower,
wrung out his hair and walked away dripping the water normally removed by the
inert sexbot outside. He rolled on the vacfiber
floor, letting it suck the moisture from his body. Sally spoke above the hiss
of the fabric.
"Me
too, Captain sweetie. (kiss sound) I could feel through her fingers and body,
experience some of what she was doing; even use her in some particular fashion
to fulfill my own curiosity at some of the descriptions in the user
manual." Harry could only imagine what descriptions could be found the
voluminous manual that Yertzberg was rumored to have
written. "I'm so pleased Sallybot lasted long
enough to immobilize the thing." There was pain behind the simple
declaration.
"She's
a Hero and you are too. We're going to find out how to get her back. Bridget
walked in the adjoining door, stripped her sweaty Mark 7 's off, and seated
herself on Harry.
Recce:
"So
how are we going to do this?" Harry asked. The remaining crew were all
gathered in the new screen lounge. Maestro, Thaycher,
and Sally began explaining the process designed to inspect the co-ordinates
found on the cat saddle. It sounded pretty simple but the reality was another
thing. The big Ford torroids spun up as Hoochie raced to threshold for the first quick look.
They
left wiper drive some distance from the target. The torroids
gave off a tooth-grinding wail as they were fed just enough thorium to hover
below threshold. Harry gritted his teeth against the first in your face
discomfort of near threshold as they stayed just on this side of normal space
and all was the monochrome gray as a few eerie ghosts of Specialist laggards
fled abed.
"Mapping."
Sally reported ship wide then a pause of seconds that felt like much more
before the instant cold gray of wiper space that was almost a relief before the
next jump. In all there were five; one more than their plan had called for then
Hoochie was near Wildhoot
again with the torroids winding down, taking all that
discomfort away except for normal wiper landing nasty headaches. The last gray
hell lasted twice as long then the cold of wiper space descended for the trip
back to Wildhoot.
"I'd
rather go back and fight Assholes than do that again
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Goods: Rebranded
Sallybot gives her all for the crew.
Based
on a post by ShowTime8.
Listen to the
Podcast at Explicit Novels.
Prologue:
A
lifelong collector of goods and objects from far and wide has passed and left
the entire collection and the business built around them to the only remaining
relative, a niece on a career path of her own. Vikki has taken on the task of
administering the estate and liquidating the business and collection. However,
she has come to find out that many of the goods have been cursed or enchanted
with amorous powers that affect those who encounter them. This 18 part series
is devoted to many of the stories of those encounters with objects found at Amorous Goods.
October
1, 12:01 A.M. Greater Magellanic Spiral near the
freshly named planet of Wildhoot. Two trade-named
space vehicles have just concluded a deadly confrontation. One continues
establishing high orbit, the other falls slowly and inertia-less to the
hospitable world below.
The
survivors are in a 4th hand Ford Space Explorer, hard used in many wiper years
of use but lovingly cared for at last by five friends; they pooled their
resources to purchase the tough old battered ship after becoming tired of it
all near the clutter of civilization, extremely bored, between jobs, and
looking to change their fortunes. Setting ship's time and date to GMT, the good
ship Hoochie Mama made way outward through bad
traffic, piloted by Sally, its factory AI, repaired better than new with logic
parts from a very special sexbot.
Harry
became Captain simply because his name was on the title. Maestro claimed
everything under the bonnet and a good deal more. Chyna took the garage. Nonny started an armory. Blynd
worked with all the other four as needed and made music. Tired of it became an
acronym and honorific between them.
Along
the way to this point of time and space, these Toi found themselves accompanied
by a changing number of hangers on, hitchhikers, and fellow wanders called
Interns, during some drunken party when there was enough spirits and frozen
pizza to celebrate life aboard. The name defined them.
There
were adventures and misadventures out to the borders of the Empire. New
friends, breakdowns, refits, slick deals and shitty luck; all shared equally
until at the last Royal outpost, the planet Prime. Down on their luck and a
near empty fuel tank, the opportunity to be persuaded handsomely by HRMN Prime to go search for one of the King's missing
relations: a rather naughty Princess in fact. Crewman Stubbs, a primitive of
some intelligence, was not impounded in gratitude for the favor.
There
was one hell of a party while the Toi used their carte-blanche privileges in
the naval station to outfit and fill the Explorer to bursting for an armed
expedition of some length with the condition W O Thaycher
and his battle-tested squad accompany them in a strictly hush-hush manner.
Fifty
wiper days after a hurried departure they crossed a great empty space. Leaving
wiper drive well short of the intended destination, disguised as inept
tourists, to find they were being stalked by the craft falling away to the
lovely planet selected for a base camp. So our story begins on the far side of
the cold deep gulf between them and civilization.
Cat's Cradle:
The
one thing to be found of interest in the burned out Nissan Star-Tripper, the
object, device, Fay magic, avant garde
art or summat, would be many things to the crew; they
were still scrummy inebriated and Itchy zoned, shocked by the damage done to
the attacking vessel and a little pleased to be on this side of Hoochie Mama's new dreadnought cannons.
Most
of all they would be puzzled about their compulsion to hold and never let go of
the cherry red, squashed, bent, and twisted oblate spheroid still on the dead
Nissan shown on the big galley screen above the dining room. The doomed ship
bounced on the atmosphere of the planet below while 5 Standard shuttles tried
to keep the wreck out of atmosphere until the inspection team finished a hasty
look or retreated. There were cheers when at last the 6th pulled away in a
shower of sparks to be passed by the other 5 still going full throttle as they
released and ran home.
They
would remember the first sight of the artifact when the returning W O
triumphantly reached in a bag, holding his trophy up for all to see; how it
filled them with a sense that all their hopes and dreams would be at last
fulfilled when it was in their possession.
Thaycher was mobbed, losing control as it bobbed away on a
sea of Intern hands, each fairing as well as he to acquire a grip.
Toi
Harry's first indication that something amiss was a screen opening over the
last moments of the Star Tripper; it flashed red alert and began replaying from
the start with his sight.
"It's
loose!" Thaycher's wildly waving arms tried to
reclaim the sparkly What's it? Others reached as it bounced in unforeseeable
directions. The Interns shoaled like fish around the glassy red beauty moving
completely over the entire commons floor, always finding its way back to the
center surrounded by happily adoring gropers hoping for a handhold of
satisfaction. Nonny and Blynd
walked in and were lost to the spell.
"Dum,
ah, hee, I got it!" A crash and amused Interns
laughed. "He, he, he, nope, it's as slippery as a greased shoat at the
fair." Crewman Stubbs watched, waiting to see what this new game was.
"Hayaa!" Nonny joined the
fray as her eyes saw a target long sought but never known, attempting to make
it her own with no luck and much loving cursing.
"Lock
the ship down before anyone else blunders in, Sally. What the hell is it?"
Her voice sounded close by Harry's ears where he lay flat back in the bridge
command chair, no longer sleepily enjoying the end of Operation Planet fall or
watching the fireworks descending prettily.
"Breach
conditions set, Captain sweetie. (kiss sound) The object appears seamless, but
then so does the wall butler, however, there will be a composite rendering
ready to examine if I can capture images of its entirety; one area is being
very difficult to see as many times as it's been around the commons. There is
no way for me to know exactly what it is. I am only the spawn of a Yertsberg and a Ford AI but we're the best you have."
Another
screen opened showing Maestro standing by the rear galley door just up the
corridor from the maelstrom rolling around the commons. Text across the bottom
red, (Your cabin). The screen closed before he could speak. The command chair
returned ready behind the Captain's worried dash past the bridge loo. Sally
opened and closed doors ahead and behind him.
Harry
ran up corridor, away from the bridge, then down the far side of the galley
freezer bins to his cabin on the right, halfway between Hoochie's
skin and the commons; he burst in then straight to the loo. He returned quickly
to find Maestro in a remarkable state of agitation, something unknown in the
wiper ages between them.
"I
don't like that thing, Toi; it's evil. If it gets in here close your
eyes." Harry watched the futile efforts to possess the thing. He didn't
know if it was evil, but it was bad enough to be a weapon if used correctly,
even though it did no direct harm to those enamored with its sight, as yet. "Look
at this."
Maestro
had a second screen opened with Sally�s current information. Harry marked the
resemblance to a cat's ass saddle. He looked to see conformation in the old
Fay's eyes. The puzzle grew deeper.
"How
are we going to get that cat back in the bag? Look at Stubbs." The adopted
creature sat teddy bear like on the floor of the lounge while everyone tried to
catch something she could not see.
"It
must be invisible to her, but how does that help us? What the hell is that
thing, and where are all the rest of us? Ships roster, Sally."
Engineering, Hangar, and Thaycher's squad were all in
their spaces; the nerdy Interns were in a dorm of their own choosing. A screen
showed each in real time with details. He stopped on the scene in the newest
Toi's cabin.
Bridget:
still crying from when the first shot guaranteed no hope of survivors and the
lusty eyes of the man demanding the immediate surrender of the Ford vanished
with the heavy jar and thunder of non-calibrated light cannons.
Once
again violent death marred her otherwise pleasant life on board. Sallybot followed her tearful escape, bio-metric alarms
activated by the young woman's distress; following to give the only comfort it
could. Sex salves many wounds. The bot's mouth attended her wounds while
Bridget sobbed into a pillow, writhing under the treatment.
"Are
we going to watch porn or come up with a plan?" Harry closed that screen
and was left with the last group on the ship numbering 239 Interns, 1 puzzled
Crewman Stubs, 2 Toi, and 1 supernumerary, W O Thaycher.
242 of them were trying to subdue the elusive saddle, Stubs followed behind.
"My
plan is staying far away from that thing." Maestro reopened the view of
Bridget's cabin. "I thought we weren't going to watch porn." Toi
Harry grumbled peevishly.
"No,
look. We can use Sallybot. She's the perfect
solution." A plan was made to see if the device had any effect on it and
then contain the troublesome thing if possible. After Bridget fell asleep on
her tear-stained pillow, the bot covered her with a duvet and left, proving
very quickly the first concern null. Sallybot
followed for a bit. It was poetry watching the sexbot working its way between
the Interns before reaching up and drawing it down to where the hands of the
entranced mob made it difficult for the strongly built sexbot to hold as
command circuitry argued with low charge protocols.
At
last Sallybot curled arms and legs around it; her
form molded itself into a position that occluded all sight of the troublesome
device, ending their desperate attempts to possess it and replacing it with
blind stumbling sexual intoxication. Sally lost all connection to Sallybot, battery gone dead, left an erotic sculpture in
the rudderless throng.
"She's
gone!" There was anguish never heard in the AI's voice, then silence.
Even
unseen, the force of its physic magnetism had them casting sluggishly about in
search of its location, often as not lodged against similar searchers pressing
to pass just past you. In the end they went to the floor, screwing like piles
of blind undulating maggots as the device gave its last gift of rut and all the
sweaty skin of the moaning afflicted shed what little clothes they wore.
Maestro
went with Grom to remove Sallybot
from the mass of bodies in the lounge; it was grunt work shifting the Interns
but, once loaded, a quick trip to the hangar to help Henry put the bot and the
cat in shuttle dock. When at last they were anchored outside, the Interns
slowly orgasmed to puddles of deep sleep. They would remember little except
that first glimpse and their loving mates trying to help them catch it. Private
bits warming and the machinery between their flushed ears made that memory
slip.
House cleaning:
The
Toi remaining met in the wardroom. Nonny and Blynd still lay sleeping in one of the piles with Thaycher; a sad smile on a face exhausted beyond
recognition.
Chyna,
looking singed from dragging the last searchers inside his shuttle and haul ass
away, narrowly escaping the fireworks preceding crash and burn, but extremely
clean having missed the second event while in the shower with a few Interns to
soap him down.
Maestro
at Harry's right, grim faced, holding the bag Thaycher
unknowingly drew the cherry red curiosity from. He closed his eyes, reached
inside, and pulled out the only thing left.
The
goggles had milky white lenses, the material opaque to look at, but transparent
when worn. The fact that they were in the same bag suggested some nullification
of the visual lock of the cherry red amulet and were very sexy to boot. The
frame had deep engraved AG on either temple of the slick ruddy unknown gleaming
metal.
"I
want a pair of these." Chyna snagged them first and opened a screen to
admire his image wearing the pimped-out shades that seemed made perfectly for
his face. The pimp goggles were reluctantly passed around, each new wearer
appearing to have a similar fit.
Maestro
watched the replay from the start through them. The object lost most of its
glint and color but the commons and school of seekers appeared as usual to him.
He gave a start then dashed out the server's door.
"Toi
Maestro, what the hell? Where is he going, Sally?"
"He
says he has an idea and to carry on, Captain sweetie." (kiss sound) The
Toi were left alone with no further information. It was Chyna who spoke first,
tiredly and with some ire while looking at the door the old Fay went through so
quickly.
"He
took the goggles with him. We need coffee." They went to the galley for
fresh brew and nibbles as the hours of late night turned to early morning. The
view over the servers' line as they sipped from temperature controlled cups was
surreal; so unlike any of the great parties that had ended on that floor. An
erotic odor of sweat-slicked skin while they moved in sleep came in the
opening. Vacfiber softly hissed like a lullaby as it
removed spent fluids.
Toi
Chyna closed the opening with a shudder and turned away. The sight was gone but
the smell drove them away from the preparation table, holding their snacks and
cocks against the musk behind them, escaping the close confines. Sally guided
them through a maze of engineering spaces to where Maestro tinkered with a
device enabling the AI to look through the goggles at the entire replay. He
gave a lecture while thus engaged about spectrums, wave lengths, and ju ju optics.
On
a screen, the composite image changed in glints and sparks as Sally sped
through the library of multiple views of the release and capture until the last
portion of the enchanted sex toy was revealed; a golden rectangular plate,
incorporated along the curve of the twisted shaft connecting the two ends.
Cherry red Amorous Goods filled the the channels of
metal seamlessly. A long line of numbers and symbols suggesting an astronomical
location ran under the caption. Toi Harry began making plans.
Reset:
"Time
to unload and ponder while we square away. All Interns left will begin moving
the stricken to showers and racks. Thaycher squad
will retrieve and tuck him in then set tight. I'm going to wake Toi Bridget so
she can catch up. Shore leave for the others as they wake. Anything else
Maestro, Chyna?" Maestro walked out, again silent. The screen of the
completed curse closed behind him.
"Yeah,
is he finished with the goggles? We should have everyone sight free wearing
Mark 7 coveralls so we can tell who our specialists are. Cancel breach
conditions so I can get my Specialists moving."
"Sally,
pass the word to those left; start a replay on Bridget's screen, tell her I'm
coming if she asks or tries to screen me. Now get me out of here." Bridget
met him just outside her door, pale and drawn. Together they began the long job
of restoring a sense of normalcy to the areas affected by the ordeal and a
sense of excitement for the awakening victims as they hurried them to waiting
shuttles
Post capture:
October 8,
Aboard
the Hoochie Mama things were different; so different
that Harry was rethinking the decision to quarantine so many below for the
sheer reason it was empty as hell with all of those poor souls, gone but not
quite haunted, safe in a virgin paradise or summat. Nonny and Blynd were happy to go
and Crewman Stubbs with them.
Everyone
left was on a common circuit now, easier that way with so few. It was too
quiet; a lot better after all moving closer together, closer forever now. He
tried to name them off in his mind, there was Chyna and Hank, Maestro, Grom, and Thaycher, unable to be
left behind and carefully tended by his squad, whose names seemed to change
daily. Anise, Fred, Dave, Cheryl, Debbie, Deborah, and a couple of more he
hadn't sussed out yet.
Bridget
moved into Nonny's cabin, next to his, empty now of
all the knives, spears, bows, energy guns and weapons strange to behold. She
talked Maestro into making a connecting door into Harry's room as a
modification. Soon the first class cabins close to the central shaft were changed
into other systems to fit the needs of the Specialists and Toi. The commons and
galley were changed as well.
Dining
was greatly abbreviated; gained space became a grand cozy party area below the
big screen above. Chyna set up in the spaces beside the hangar booth. One floor
up, Thaycher and his squad rearranged the weapons
suites. Through it all Maestro worked tirelessly to accommodate requests and
improve conditions aboard. When asked how so much was done in such a short time
he replied 'It's amazing what you can do with a Plexiwelder
and no interruptions.' Life became routine while preparing.
Preparations:
Harry
shrugged off the Mark 7 coveralls, sighing as the wall butler snagged the
discarded garment leg, drawing it inside to be cleaned and presented fresh for
inspection the next time it was opened. Slowly walking to the shower and
running an unusual amount of hot steamy water and Sudz
to wash off the last two hours of exercise by the abusive, Ustis
Thaycher, channeling his angst into teaching all
specialist members and Toi for the expedition. Maestro was his pain partner in
last place on the corridor runs.
"I
really miss Sallybot." He shut off the shower,
wrung out his hair and walked away dripping the water normally removed by the
inert sexbot outside. He rolled on the vacfiber
floor, letting it suck the moisture from his body. Sally spoke above the hiss
of the fabric.
"Me
too, Captain sweetie. (kiss sound) I could feel through her fingers and body,
experience some of what she was doing; even use her in some particular fashion
to fulfill my own curiosity at some of the descriptions in the user
manual." Harry could only imagine what descriptions could be found the
voluminous manual that Yertzberg was rumored to have
written. "I'm so pleased Sallybot lasted long
enough to immobilize the thing." There was pain behind the simple
declaration.
"She's
a Hero and you are too. We're going to find out how to get her back. Bridget
walked in the adjoining door, stripped her sweaty Mark 7 's off, and seated
herself on Harry.
Recce:
"So
how are we going to do this?" Harry asked. The remaining crew were all
gathered in the new screen lounge. Maestro, Thaycher,
and Sally began explaining the process designed to inspect the co-ordinates
found on the cat saddle. It sounded pretty simple but the reality was another
thing. The big Ford torroids spun up as Hoochie raced to threshold for the first quick look.
They
left wiper drive some distance from the target. The torroids
gave off a tooth-grinding wail as they were fed just enough thorium to hover
below threshold. Harry gritted his teeth against the first in your face
discomfort of near threshold as they stayed just on this side of normal space
and all was the monochrome gray as a few eerie ghosts of Specialist laggards
fled abed.
"Mapping."
Sally reported ship wide then a pause of seconds that felt like much more
before the instant cold gray of wiper space that was almost a relief before the
next jump. In all there were five; one more than their plan had called for then
Hoochie was near Wildhoot
again with the torroids winding down, taking all that
discomfort away except for normal wiper landing nasty headaches. The last gray
hell lasted twice as long then the cold of wiper space descended for the trip
back to Wildhoot.
"I'd
rather go back and fight Assholes than do that again