The New Terrans

Chapter 16

The Droid Trap

For the next two days, Jorge, Eugen and Jena, ‘the Controller’, Jorge’s father, prepared me for being assigned as a Companion Droid. Jorge showing me how to work around the program when I needed to do so.

“Who helped you learn this?” I managed to ask as Jorge used my anal opening to satisfy his desire and Eugen applied his oral sleeve to my dildo sheathed member.

“I wrote the program,” he replied. “And I experimented with adopting this droid form for three years.” Thrusting himself deep he released his cum and I released mine into Eugen’s mouth. “You have adapted quicker than I did …”

“I have excellent teachers …” We separated, and Eugen stood, uncurling and extending his dildo penis. Without needing instruction, I knelt, my program recognising a ‘Master’ needing relief, and accepted Eugen’s penis as his hands grasped my droid head and Jorge held my shoulders.

The following day we were assembled with all the other ‘droids’ and briefed on the operation. It was amazing to see over twenty naked pale pink droids assembled in a semi-circle, each with his stark black lettered serial number on his left thigh, and all with their dildo sheathed penis curled down and over their large scrotal orbs. We were all identical, our droid faces the same, the sculpted torsos, and limbs alike, only the serial numbers differed. 

Our role was simple. Essentially we were to be bait in a trap intended to lure the rebels into making an overt move to seize us, or the people we were assigned to as companions. We were not told much more, for the obvious reason that, beyond our roles as ‘Companion Droids’ there was not much we could actually do if the situation came to a fight. Our program prevented it.

We waited in a battery of the modified droid charging units to be assigned a ‘master’. Jena approached my charging station, a tablet in hand and a tall Guardian following. The Guardian was dressed as a Maintenance Tech — the role we Exiled Mutants had filled until recently.

“Guardian Eight-Four-Seven,” The Controller consulted his tablet. “This is your CP Droid.” He deactivated my charging station. “Five-Zero, you’re assigned to Guardian Eight-Four-Seven. Go with your master.”

“Yes, Controller.” Detaching myself from the charging station as the penis tube, anal insert and feeding dildo withdrew, I made the droid bow to the tall, good looking Guardian. “Companion Droid A Four-Six F Five-Zero, Master. How may I serve you?”

“We’ll discuss that as soon as we’re airborne, Five Zero.” Laughing, he touched my droid suited arm. “I’m looking forward to finding out what you new model droids are capable of.”

I followed him to the door, ahead of us I saw Jorge walking beside another Guardian, also dressed as a Maintenance Tech and passed Eugen and Franz, both waiting for their ‘Masters’.

Aboard the Guardian’s airship, almost identical to my old ‘Mutant Wanderer’ and complete with a rather garish colour scheme on the outer hull, I moved to install myself in the ‘charging/rest station’. My ‘master’ watched, a small smile on his face. Now I had a chance, I studied his physique. From the bulk in his crotch he was at least part mutant, or very heavily disguising it.

“Five-Zero,” he began as I settled into the station, “If I didn’t know that you’re a man disguised … I just hope this works as the Commanders hope. We have to bring these bastards to account.” Moving closer, he asked, “Are you comfortable in there?”

“I am installed properly, Master, my systems are satisfactory, my nutrition levels are optimum, but if sir, wishes to impregnate me, I would welcome him.”

“Is that droid speak for ‘I’m ready to have sex anytime you wish’?” 

His grin made me want to laugh, impossible in this droid body, though my vocaliser did produce some small sounds before I managed to get my larynx under control. 

“Yes, Master. I am here to render any service my assigned Master requires.”

“Good to hear,” he laughed again, a very pleasant sound. “Just so you know, I’m a mutant as well, though I’ve been hiding it for years. I hope you’re going to enjoy this assignment as much as I think I will …” Stroking my rubber droid face, he said, “I think you guys are all amazing submitting to this, but now we’d better get going — we’ve a way to go to get to our assigned position.”

From my position I watched as he prepared for our departure, mentally running over all the checks and actions, and admiring his thoroughness. I hoped Jorge was in as good a pair of hands, as with a final check of essential system, Guardian Eight-Four-Seven, my companion, let the ship lift gently, then began to move it clear of the building and lift into the sky. It felt very strange to not be sat in the pilot chair as the ship rose steadily and then turned onto the course that would take us to a remote station and possibly an encounter that would change our future for the better.

“Okay back there, Five-Zero?” My ‘Master’ asked as he stood and turned to move aft. “We’ve a few hours to kill, want to give me a test drive?”

“Master wishes to have me service his needs?”

“Five-Zero, what do you want? You know what it’s like being a mutant.” Taking my hand, he led me to the observation area, in this ship a little larger than in my old one. “Yes, I’m a mutant, and you know what that means for my sexual needs …” 

“My program is to be your companion, to serve your needs and to provide the sexual relief you need, Master. It is what I want. I am your droid, I have limited autonomy, I cannot initiate contact I respond your instructions and requests, sir.”

“You volunteered for this?” His arm slid round my waist and he turned to face me. “They told me that program would prevent your doing anything a droid could not. As long as you’re in that droid body, it suppresses your ability to act spontaneously?”

“That is correct, Master. I am still able to think and enjoy sexual activity. The program ensures I do not expose my human core. It makes me a droid … I agreed to this.” I had to pause to wrestle with the program. “I was programmed to be an EM in the Institute from … I can’t remember a mother … I hope that if this succeeds, no one else will have that.”

“That’s bloody … I was luckier. Okay, so you’re … restricted … by the program.” His arms tightened, and he hugged me, his mouth seeking mine in a kiss. “I wonder … if I tell you to pleasure yourself with me, would that work?”

“If that is what you want, sir.”

“It is!” He laughed. “Five Zero, give me a damned good fucking right here.”

“Yes, Master.” Raising my dildo sheathed penis tentacle, I asked, “Do you wish to tell me when I may release my cum?” Positioning myself behind him as he bent over the back of the two seater sofa, I released the lubricant and pressed my rubber covered ‘head’ to his opening. He was a mutant, and his sphincter, like mine, was elastic, admitting me readily.

“Damn, Five-Zero, that feels … fantastic.” 

He’d not set me a limit, so I adopted a slow and steady tempo, releasing a small amount of cum at intervals of several minutes. This was something Jorge had taught me early. For all mutants, our sexual arousal is not set by how often we release a cumshot, or the number. Of orgasms we achieve, but by the satisfaction of our partners. He was moaning and gasping after ten minutes. Finally he gasped, “How much longer … can you ..?”

“Master did not set a limit. I must continue until he does …” 

“Thank you, Five-Zero … I am now well serviced …”

“Yes, Master.” I stopped with my dildo sheathed penis fully inside him, and discharged a double load, then gently withdrew. “Thank you, Master …”

Straightening, he turned, smiling broadly, wrapped his arms round me and pulled me into an intense kiss. Holding my tightly against his body, he smiled into my droid eyes. 

“Damn, I’m going to have real trouble when I have to give you back …”

His penis tentacle was now wrapped round my dildo sheathed organ, and I felt the need to feast on it. I needed a good dose of his semen. The droid program prevented my from autonomous action, but it also enhanced the sexual pleasure I got from any sexual action. The sensors built into the sleeves in my anus and my mouth gave me intense orgasmic sensations, and those implanted into my penis essentially turned the entire shaft into a glans. No wonder Jorge and the others were in no rush to shed their droid guise …

“Would Master like me to give him head while he relaxes?”

“Would ..?” Kissing my droid lips, he said, “Master would love it …”

Seating himself, he spread his legs and I knelt and very carefully began to enjoy his rather beautiful tentacle. It was at least as large as mine, and as beautifully responsive as Jorge. For a full half hour I worked at it, enjoying his responses, feasting on his copious cum until he very gently raised my head, and with one final burst of cum directed into my face, mumbled, “Five … Zero … there’s no way I’m returning you … you’re amazing … did you enjoy …?”

“It is my function, Master. My purpose is to enjoy giving my master what he desires …” Pausing as he bent down and licked his cum from my rubber face, I continued, “My program allows me to enjoy bondage sex with my Master, multiple partner sexual action …”

“And you volunteered to do this … Crazy, but I love it.”

“Yes, Master. My partner turned himself into a companion droid so we could be together, if my accepting this state helps all mutants find freedom and happiness, I will remain a droid for as long as necessary.” He moved aside, and seated me beside him, an arm around my shoulders. “Do I please you, Master?”

“Please me?” His arm tightened. “Dammit, Five-Zero … I’ve never had … “His mouth covered my rubber lips and his tongue explored my sheath, setting off a small orgasmic sensation. “Do you … even in your mouth?”

“Yes, Master.”

“And your partner did this to himself so he could be your partner?”

“Yes, Master, he did.” 

“You’re both mad, but …” His mouth met mine again. “You guys are amazing …”