The New Terrans

Chapter 6

The New Companion Droid

Doing my final checks as the sun rose, I left the new droid to the last. I’d had to formally sign the receipt for it, noting that it was a ‘replacement’ and ‘experimental’, because my existing droid required a major rebuild due to ‘system faults’. The new droid looked very new installed in it’s charging station. Like the modified Compo, it had mutant style ‘genitals’, and, in this stand-by state, the rather nice looking penis dildo was folded down over the scrotum. On a droid that is where a small pump is located that allows it to transfer lubricant into it’s user. On it’s back, between the shoulders, there was the usual small rectangular control unit, the rubber smoothing it so there were no sharp edges.

The sculpted pale pink rubber covering the mechanics of the droid showed the usual fine joints where the moulded rubber of the limbs joined the torso. On the left thigh, in black lettering was its registration number, A47-J-78. The anal tube, currently filled by the dido-like cleansing and replenishment connection, looked inviting. So did the oral opening. This unit had been given beautiful eyes, and the vocaliser unit that allowed it to ‘speak’ was mounted at the junction of the neck and the chest in the hollow between what, on a human, would be the collar bones. I had the feeling it was watching me as I inspected it.

A lot of effort had clearly gone into making it. Its pale pink rubber body gleamed as it stood in the body shaped charging unit. Its dildo penis, modelled on a mutant’s, was inserted into a charging and cleansing tube, at its rear a tube in its anal opening was a second cleansing and recharging connection, and a third ‘plug’ on the end of a flexible arm filled its oral opening. Like all droids it lacked ears, having instead small omnidirectional sound pick-ups where it’s ears should be. The Droid Registration number printed into the rubber ‘flesh’ up its left thigh in bold black letters and numbers was the only ‘blemish’ on the pale flesh pink body.

Completing my inspection, I met the blank gaze of those beautiful eyes, and smiled. 

“Welcome aboard Companion Android Alpha-four-seven dash J dash seven-eight. I’m looking forward to making use of your special features. I’m sure we’ll know each other very intimately by the end of this cruise. I’ll call you once we’re airborne and on course for our first destination.”

“I understand, Exiled Mutant Fifty. I am here to serve you.” The voice was more musical than a normal droid’s, yet also not quite human.

“Good, then better make sure you’re fully loaded and primed, because I’m going to need your services soon.” I was certain this ‘droid’ was Jorge, but couldn’t be positive until I’d had a chance to test him.

Taking my seat at the controls, I completed my checks and began the roll out. Ten minutes later we were airborne and climbing steadily. There were no other ships on my scan as I settled the Mutant Wanderer onto our course for our first stop. Easing out of my seat, I stretched and addressed the motionless figure of the droid.

“I need a good fucking. Lube me up as I stand behind the pilot chair, please.” 

“Yes, sir.” There was a slight hiss as the droid released himself from the charging station. His penis straightened and rose, the head glistening as it self lubricated.

“Make it a long one, and enjoy yourself.”

“Yes, Master Fifty.” The droid figure gripped my hips, and began to insert his nine inch organ into my opening. Compo had never held me like this. This droid’s ‘hands’ felt like Compo’s — mechanical, and fully functional — but he’d only ever placed them on my hips or body to steady us. This droid was gripping my hips gently as a lover would and his thrusts were not mechanical either. 

“That feels sooo good …” I let the rhythm take control. “Can you discharge multiple loads?”

“Yes, sir.” The rhythm was changing slightly. Now I was almost certain …

“Then put your arms around me, pull me fully onto your penis and keep cumming until I say stop.”

The arms wrapped across my front and I was pulled firmly against the rubber body as the penis was pushed deep inside me. Again, the embrace was gentle, almost loving, and unlike the way my old Compo droid would have held me. I felt to pulses of cum and let him continue for several minutes. Then softly said, “You may stop, Jorge.” 

“Yes, sir.” The pulses stopped. “Thank you, sir.” He hesitated, then said, “I hope I’m satisfactory as your droid, sir.”

“Satisfactory?” I couldn’t help laughing as I put my hands over his arms and hugged him to me, flexing my sphincter muscles on his still rigid and embedded organ. “Jorge, you’re better than any droid could ever be. Take that gorgeous penis out of me so I can turn around and show my appreciation!”

He withdrew and I turned in his embrace to face him, entwining my penis with his, my arms sliding round his waist as my mouth engulfed his rubber lips in a long and rubbery kiss. I broke it grinning. 

“Gods, but you’re bloody beautiful like this, Jorge. You were beautiful as yourself. So damned sexy only that damned chastity belt prevented me … And now you’re mine … I signed for you.” Pulling him against me, I teased. “I’m going refuse to give you back. I’m going to keep you as my droid!” 

“Thank you, sir. I want to be your Droid.” The not quite human sounding voice replied. “I’m sealed into this droid body. It can only be removed by a droid maintenance technician. I am your companion droid until that is done and I have some chip implants that prevent me making any suggestion or movement a droid can’t, sir. My sexual desires are enhanced ensuring I am constantly on the highest level of arousal, sir.”

“I think I understand, Jorge. As mutant I know exactly what that means. First, tell me, can you experience the pleasure you got from sex like this?”

“Yes, sir. In some ways it is more intense. It has taken several years to build this system, sir, and the system it requires to support me in it.” Pausing he explained. “It had to be constructed around me and took a week to build the exoskeleton onto myself, and adjust all the electronics. It controls me, but I am a droid with feelings and emotions.”

“I wondered. You did this to yourself? To evade the Hunters?”

“Yes. Since I reached maturity, it has become ever harder to disguise my mutant state. And I have an effect on men anywhere near me as you know … the Mutant Police were becoming suspicious … My father discovered that they intended to catch me publicly as an unregistered mutant, and couldn’t … I am a mutant like you, but my parents protected me, and working with the companion units … gave me the sexual contact I needed.” He paused. “I got the idea to turn myself into a droid to hide myself. It has taken a couple of years … and the MPs were getting too close …” His vocaliser made a sound like a laugh. “I tried out the sensors and the concept disguised as the Quarantine Droid, sir.”

 “Damn, I thought there was something different about that droid! It was you?”

“Yes, sir. I built a suit from old body sections. I could put it on and remove it. It would not have passed a close inspection from the MPs or a ‘hunter’, but it allowed me to try all the sensors I need for this, sir.” He paused. “My mother is trained in biochemistry and nutrition, she devised the nutrition I am fed, and the waste clearing system I am now dependent on …”

 “Jorge, you’re fantastic, and you’re safe now.” Hugging him, I kissed that rubber mouth again. I’d had my suspicions about the Quarantine Droid, but like most people, ‘saw’ what I expected to see. “Now tell me, Jorge, would you like me to fuck you?”

“Yes, sir. Please, sir. Make me yours, sir.” He turned as I released him. “Thank you, sir.”

“Mmm, you feel like a droid, but better … Oh yes, far, far better … Jorge, I mean it, I’m never going to return you.” Slowly I built my tempo, enjoying the sensation building in my glans. Holding him round the waist, I whispered in his ear, “Tell me when you want my to release my cum …”

“Fill me, sir. Fill me, I am your companion droid … I have wanted to be your companion, to have you make love … since I first saw you.” His vocaliser made a sighing sound. “My parents couldn’t hide my mutant state for much longer, so my father helped me … Now I am a Companion Droid, registered, programmed, and assigned to the man I have always wanted to share my mutant state with … it’s my purpose to give you sexual pleasure, sir …”

Releasing him with a final flood of cum that emptied my cum bladder, I turned him to face me and smothered his rubber droid face in kisses.

The site I chose for our overnight stop was a flat topped butte. The plateau wasn’t as flat as it appeared from below, it sloped with a pronounced ridge at one side, which gave protection from the wind. The sheer walls of the central ‘tower’ meant that few animals could reach it, and definitely not any of the major predators. Another advantage this close to a settlement, was my scanners could ‘see’ almost as far as when in flight. There was very little by way of ‘cover’ on our eerie, but the view of the surrounding country was one I found breathtaking, and now it was my pleasure to lead my ‘companion droid’ to a vantage point from which we could watch the sunset.

“It’s beautiful,” he replied when I asked. “I wish …” he stopped unable to express his thought.

“Can’t say it? The droid chips stopping you?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I understand. Clever of you to build in a way to stop yourself displaying spontaneity. If I suggest what I think you wanted to say, can you confirm if I’m right?”

“Yes, sir. I can do that.”

“Okay. Do you wish you could have been trained as a Mutant like me, so you could have seen this sooner?”

“Yes, sir. But only some Mutants can become Exiled Mutants, those like me do not. We are assigned to another life. I did not want that, so I experimented … and now I’m your droid.”

“Jorge, if you’d been identified, as I was, and sent to the Institute for training …” I stopped registering what he was saying. Putting an arm around his rubber waist, I hugged gently, feeling the metal shell the rubber covered. “What do you mean? ‘People like you …’?” I searched my memory. I’d spent my entire childhood and teenage at the Institute, and now he mentioned it, I, and the others who’d been trained for our ‘exile’ status, had been kept well apart from the mutants brought in as teenagers. We’d been discouraged from even asking about them. “Anyway, even if you had been trained as an exile, you’d be alone as I have been for the last five and some years. You might have a companion a droid, like my old Compo droid, and a job …” Hugging him again, I finished. “It has its moments, but it gets bloody lonely at times.”

“Mutants from my level, sir, go to the isolation units. We’re allowed contact with no one but other mutants and assigned work on agri-units. The MPs talk about it, sir.”

“Do they?” Was about to press him on that, but had another thought. “But the controls you’ve imposed on yourself must be frustrating at times.”

“Yes, sir, but they are my controls, sir, not those imposed by the Institute. I’ve seen what they do to people like me — from the non-officer class. I choose to be like this, sir.

“Come on, let’s get back aboard before we’re unable to see bloody thing in the dark.” Our brief conversation had given me a lot to think about. At the boarding ramp, I made him go ahead of me, then retracted the ramp and set the defence screen. “Now you better run me through the procedure for doing your ‘recharging’ routine. How do you eat?”

“My nutrient fuel is delivered orally, sir.” He indicated what looked like a dildo attached to the swinging arm at head height. “My charging station feeds me and refills the lubricant tanks, inserts the cleansing and the nutrient oils my skin needs. My waste is extracted through the anal insert and processed to your waste disposal and my lubrication bladders are recharged automatically, sir.” 

“You can show me, and I’ll eat now as well.” Watching him install himself in the charging station, I marvelled at the thought he’d put into this. It included the dildo feeder that he inserted into his mouth, and from which he sucked a carefully measured portion of a rich ‘soup’. Once he was installed, I prepared my own meal, ate it, and then checked on him. His indicators appeared to show he was charged and resting. “Jorge, do you have to remain ’on charge’ or can you join me in my sleeping quarters?”

“If you wish me to join you, sir, I can do so. My lubricant and desensitising units are fully charged.”

“I wish it! In fact, as long as we are alone, it’s your bed as well.” Taking his hand, I added, “There will be times when I will be ‘entertaining’ a Guardian, and you’ll have to go full droid, but otherwise …”

“I understand, sir, and share your bed with pleasure.”

“And drop the ‘sir’, Jorge. Address me as Fifty. Everyone else does.”

“Is that your name, sir — Fifty?”

“It’s my Exiled Mutant Number from the Institute. I think I had a name, but no one has used it since I was taken to the Institute and I can’t recall it.” Shrugging, I took his hand. “Fifty’s as good as a name.”