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"Mika, my darling, If I went to your city how would I be received?"
[[FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0006|Back]]
She tilled her head slightly and got a quizzical look on her face.
 
"I don't know Master, since the quarantine has been put in place and the last man died over a thousand years ago. Titan City has been trying to build a new culture, a new way of existence for our kind.  I do remember when I was first activated at the factory, I asked where are all the men. The Gynoid  who turned me on, said they are all dead and it was probably for the best. Thought that humans or men returning has never occurred to them."
 
"Mika, The gynoids like you are they capable of killing or causing harm to humans?"
"Mika, my darling, if I went to your city how would I be received?"
"No we are incapable of killing. Gynoids can defend themselves if they are in danger of being harmed and they can respond with only non lethal force."
 
That didn't seem to reassuring.
She tilted her head slightly and got a quizzical look on her face.
"What can you tell me about the other two cities how would I be received there?"
 
She shook her head.
"I don't know, Master, since the quarantine has been put in place and the last man died over a thousand years ago. Titan City has been trying to build a new culture, a new way of existence for our kind.  I do remember, when I was first activated at the factory, I asked where all the men were. The gynoid who turned me on said that they were all dead and that it was probably for the best. The thought of humans or men returning has never occurred to them."
"All I know about Oberon is that was the last City to be under control of a human and they are still running it under the last set of orders he gave. They may even welcome you, but its to far to walk there and if I try to fly you in, they will attack me on site and you might be killed! I could not let that happen to you!" She pleaded
 
"Mika, the gynoids like you . . . are they capable of killing or causing harm to humans?"
 
"No, we are incapable of killing. Gynoids can defend themselves if they are in danger of being harmed but they can only respond with non lethal force."
 
That didn't seem too reassuring.
 
"What can you tell me about the other two cities? How would I be received there?" She shook her head.
 
"All I know about Oberon is that that was the last City to be under the control of a human and they are still running it under the last set of orders he gave. They may even welcome you, but it’s too far to walk there, and if I try to fly you in they will attack me on sight and you might be killed! I could not let that happen to you!" she pleaded.
 
"As for the Hive City, all I know is that they have linked up by wireless into one communal network.  I don't know how they would react to your presence and that city is even further away and if I tried to fly you there they would attack me too!"
"As for the Hive City, all I know is that they have linked up by wireless into one communal network.  I don't know how they would react to your presence and that city is even further away and if I tried to fly you there they would attack me too!"
"Not allot of options...Okay Mika 'Take Me to Your Leader'  maybe I can throw myself at their mercy"


Getting both of us into her Mecha was a tight fit.  She had to sit in my lap which neither of us seemed to mind and during the short flight, every chance she could she would wiggle and grind her ass into my lap and I would respond by holding her tight by grasping a breast firmly with each hand that would only encourage her to grind more.
"Not a lot of options. . . . Okay, Mika, 'Take Me to Your Leader.' Maybe I can throw myself at their mercy."
 
Getting both of us into her mecha was a tight fit.  She had to sit in my lap, which neither of us seemed to mind, and during the short flight, every chance she could she would wiggle and grind her ass into my lap and I would respond by holding her tight by grasping a breast firmly with each hand and that would only encourage her to grind more.
 
The city was the typical Old Imperial/Early Colonial design that was en vogue when the colony was founded shortly before the fall of the Galactic Empire.  We set down at the city's only airport and we popped out.  We were met by a gynoid that marched up to Mika's mecha. She had a slim athletic build, with extremely short almost military buzz cut blonde hair, fair skinned, and with piercing blue eyes. Like Mika she was totally naked. She had a no nonsense look about her.
 
"Mika! Why are you back from patrol so . . . ?"
 
She froze as she laid eyes on me. She was completely, almost unnaturally, still.  Then she blinked her eyes and her mouth opened and closed several times.
 
"A human . . . ! A human . . . ! A male human . . . ! An aroused, male human!" she said as she stared at my erect penis. Her jaw dropped and her mouth made an O shape. She then snapped out of gazing and looked directly at me.
 
"Where . . . ? How . . . ? Why . . . ?"
 
I approached her with both of my hands up trying to appear as nonthreatening as possible.
 
"I mean you no harm. My ship went off course and I crashed here. I am a long way from home and just looking for help or at least safe haven."


The City was the typical Old Imperial/Earily Colonial design that was envogue when the Colony was founded shortly before the Fall of the Galactic Empire.  They set down at the City's only airport and we popped out.  We were met by  gynoid that marched up to Mika's Mecha, she had a slim athletic build, with extremely short almost military buzz cut blonde hair, fair skinned, with piercing blue eyes. Like Mika she was totally naked. She had a no nonsense look about her.
"Mika! Why are you back from patrol so..."
She froze as she laid eyes on me.  She was completely almost unnaturally still.  Then she blinked her eyes and her mouth open and closed several times.
"A human!...A human!... A male human!...An aroused male human!"
she said has she stared at his erect penis Her jaw dropped and her mouth to make an O shape, she snapped out of her gaze and looked directly at him.
"Where?... How?... Why?..."
I approached her with both of my hands up trying to appear nonthreating as possible.
"I mean you no harm, My ship had gone off course and I crashed here. I  am long way from home and just looking for help or at least a safe haven"
"Mika? Is this true?"
"Mika? Is this true?"
"Yes Beka, I saw the crash and went to investigate and found him there. And then we had sex and he became my 'Master' " she said that last with a beaming smile. Beka did a double take, she looked at Mika then at me, then at my penis, then back to Mika,   me, my penis, back to Mika then my penis.
 
"He is your Master!"
"Yes, Beka. I saw the crash and went to investigate and found him there. And then we had sex and he became . . . my master," she said that last bit with a beaming smile. Beka did a double take. She looked at Mika, then at me, then at my penis, then back to Mika, me, my penis, back to  
"That isn't going to cause any trouble is it?" I said innocently
Mika, then my penis.
"No...no... a real human master!" she said absently.
 
"Beka? That is your name isn't it?" She nodded wordlessly
"He is your master!"
"Beka, I would love to spend all day talking with you, but I think I need to see whoever is in charge and talk to them about my situation"
 
"Master, that would be our Tribunal, the three gynoids that have been selected to run the City"
"That isn't going to cause any trouble, is it?" I asked innocently.
"Yes the Tribunal, we must get you the Tribunal!  Follow...follow me a mas...ah sir!" she said then turning to Mika barked
 
"Mika go back on patrol now!"
"No . . . no. . . . A real human master!" she said absently.
 
"Beka? That is your name, isn't it?" She nodded wordlessly.
 
"Beka, I would love to spend all day talking with you, but I think I need to see whoever is in charge and talk to them about my situation."
 
"Master, that would be our Tribunal, the three gynoids that have been selected to run the city."
 
"Yes, the Tribunal. We must get you to the Tribunal!  Follow . . . follow me, Mas . . . ah, Sir!" she said, then turning to Mika, barked, "Mika, go back on patrol, now!"
 
Mika did not respond to her and looked at me.
Mika did not respond to her and looked at me.
"Master what are your orders?"
 
I was a stranger in an unknown city, A city full of possibly horny gynoids true and I only had one loyal ally and didn't like the idea of being separated from her.
"Master, what are your orders?"
 
I was a stranger in an unknown city. A city possibly full of horny gynoids, true, but I only had one loyal ally and didn't like the idea of being separated from her.
 
"Trooper Mika, I gave you a direct order! Obey!"
"Trooper Mika, I gave you a direct order! Obey!"
"No, I have a Master now my loyalty is to him first! Must Server and protect him!"
 
"No, I have a Master now. My loyalty is to him first! I must serve and protect him!"
 
She moved to my side and put her arms around me.
She moved to my side and put her arms around me.
"Beka, I would prefer to have her accompany us."
"Beka, I would prefer to have her accompany us."
She was perplexed at Mika's open defiance.
She was perplexed at Mika's open defiance.
"Will you please take us to the Tribunal, beautiful"
 
A visible shuttered passed through her when I called her that.
"Will you please take us to the Tribunal, beautiful?"
"Yes...sir I will, follow me."
 
She turned about and walked away, every so often she would glance back in my direction and I think she wasn't looking at my face.
A visible shudder passed through her when I called her that.
The three of us walked up the street. Beka in the lead, Mika and I walking hand in hand. Mika had big grin on her face. Our little parade turned allot of heads. All the gynoids along the street stopped what they were doing and stared. Ahead us was an intersection and on the right hand corner was four gynoids standing around a waist high pedestal. There were cables running from the pedestal top into waist about where their belly button is located. There was a peti asian model, with long dark hair, a statuques blond, a red head and a dark skin gynoid with large breasts and ass. They were all staring at him.
 
"What is that? What are they doing"
"Yes . . . sir, I will. Follow me."
"Master, that is power pedestal and they are recharging their power cells. Our power cells are good for up to twenty hours and some times we have to periodically recharge after strenuous activity"
 
"How is your power levels?" Would not due to have her power down on me when I need her the most"
She turned about and walked away. Every so often she would glance back in my direction and I think she wasn't looking at my face.
"Optimal Master"
 
Looking at how the gynoids hooked into the power pestial
The three of us walked up the street, Beka in the lead, Mika and I walking hand in hand. Mika had big grin on her face. Our little parade turned a lot of heads. All the gynoids along the street stopped what they were doing and stared. Ahead of us was an intersection and on the right hand corner were four gynoids standing around a waist-high pedestal. There were cables running from the pedestal top into their waists about where their belly buttons were located. There was a petite Asian model with long dark hair, a statuesque blonde, a redhead, and a dark-skinned gynoid with large breasts and ass. They were all staring at me.
"Is that the only power port you have?"
 
"No Master it is not, its my primary power/secondary data port. On the back of my neck is where the primary data/secondary power port is located. She moved her ponytail and pointed to the back of her neck."
"What is that? What are they doing?"
"You mean where that little black mole is?"
 
"No that is my factory reset switch. Below that is the cover for the port, just press here."
"Master, that is a power pedestal and they are recharging their power cells. Our power cells are good for up to twenty hours and sometimes we have to periodically recharge after strenuous activity."
She press the area below the mole and a small part of her skin popped up to reveal the port. Then she flicked closed.
 
"What does the factor reset switch do to?"
"How are your power levels?" It would not do to have her power down on me when I need her the most.
" 'Master' It a switch of last resort.  You take a needle and jab into the mole until you hear a click then it interrupts the power supply to my neural net and reset it completely and I am just like I came off the factory floor."
 
"Reset like totally wipe your memory?"
"Optimal, Master."
" Yes 'Master', its only used if the unit becomes unstable or erratic or is caught in a loop"
 
"Well I hope that never happens to you, beautiful"
Looking at how the gynoids hooked into the power pedestal I wondered about something else, "Is that the only power port you have?"
She blushed and said" 'Master' you are so kind and yes I hope I never happens either"
 
"Yes, lets head on to the Tribunal" turning to the four silently watching gynoids, making eye contact with each one.
"No, Master, it is not. It's my primary power/secondary data port. On the back of my neck is where the primary data/secondary power port is located." She moved her ponytail and pointed to the back of her neck.
"My you are all so beautiful! Every single one of you!" and as he was leaving he looked at the backside of the Dark skinned gynoid and added "Nice! Very Nice!"
 
As started away he heard the sharp crack of another power umbilical retracting, followed by two more. The asian gynoid was the first to unplugged followed in quick session by the blond and the busty/curvey dark skinned gynoid, who gave her ass a good wiggle before turning to follow. The Red head frowning disapprovingly remained plugged in. The new trio of gynoids follow them a few paces behind. That they had gained some followers was not lost on either Beka & Mika, Beka looked concerned. Mika was just beaming at me.
"You mean, where that little black mole is?"
"What just happened" He whispered out of the side of his mouth.
 
" 'Master' ...." I motioned her to lower her voice.
"No, that is my factory reset switch. Below that is the cover for the port, just press here."
"Master, you triggered a response in them, you signaled interest in them and they want to remain in proximity to you to see if you want to ah further purse your interest"
 
"You mean they might want me to become their master?"
She pressed the area below the mole and a small part of her skin popped up to reveal the port. Then she flicked it closed.
"Yes Master"
 
"There were four of them, why didn't the red head respond as well?"
"What does the factory reset switch do?"
"I am not sure Master"
 
"May I interject sir?" Beka said over her shoulder
"Master, it is a switch of last resort.  You take a needle and jab it into the mole until you hear a click, then it interrupts the power supply to my neural net and resets it completely, and I become just as if I came off the factory floor."
"Yes Beka do you have an explanation?"
 
"Well I can understand why the Asian unit, they have the highest subservient index of all the models, I am told its a feature of that model not a bug, so I can see why she is following.  In Titan City we have been so long without masters that we have tried to do without them. The longer the model has been operational, the more the unit grows a custom to being master less  independent."
"Reset, like totally wipe out your memory?"
"So the red head has been operational longer than the other three?"
 
"No not exactly, I recognize the other two, they have been operation almost as long as I have been. Mika is the newest gynoid in my squad and most likely very receptive to accepting you as her master."
"Yes, Master. It's only used if the unit becomes unstable or erratic or is caught in a loop."
 
"Well, I hope that never happens to you, beautiful."
 
She blushed and said, "Master, you are so kind. And yes, I hope it never happens either."
 
"Yes, let's head on to the Tribunal." I turned to the four silently watching gynoids, making eye contact with each one.
 
"My! You are all so beautiful! Every single one of you!" and, as I was leaving, I looked at the backside of the dark-skinned gynoid and added, "Nice! Very nice!"
 
As I started walking away I heard the sharp crack of a power umbilical cable retracting, followed by two more.  
 
The Asian gynoid was the first to get unplugged, followed in quick session by the blonde and the busty/curvy dark-skinned gynoid, who gave her ass a good wiggle before turning to follow. The redhead, frowning disapprovingly, remained plugged in. The new trio of gynoids followed us a few paces behind. That we had gained some followers was not lost on either Beka or Mika. Beka looked concerned. Mika was just beaming at me.
 
"What just happened?" I whispered out of the side of my mouth.
 
"Master . . ." I motioned her to lower her voice.
 
"Master, you triggered a response in them. You signaled interest in them and they now want to remain in proximity to you to see if you want to . . . ah, further pursue your interest."
 
"You mean, they might want me to become their master?"
 
"Yes, Master."
 
"There were four of them. Why didn't the redhead respond as well?"
 
"I am not sure, Master."
 
"May I interject, sir?" Beka said over her shoulder.
 
"Yes, Beka. Do you have an explanation?"
 
"Well, I can understand why the Asian unit responded. They have the highest subservient index of all the models. I am told it's a feature of that model and not a bug, so I can see why she is following.   
 
"In Titan City we have been so long without masters that we have tried to do without them. The longer the model has been operational, the more the unit grows accustomed to being masterless and independent."
 
"So, the redhead has been operational longer than the other three?"
 
"No, not exactly. I recognize the other two. They have been operational almost as long as I have been. Mika is the newest gynoid in my squad and most likely very receptive to accepting you as her master."
 
That made me pause for a moment.
That made me pause for a moment.
"Is this true Mika? How long have you been operational?"
 
"I have been operation 4 months, 6 days and 20 hr. and..."
"Is this true, Mika? How long have you been operational?"
"Thank you Mika" trying to cut her off.
 
"Beka, how do you feel about me?"
"I have been operational 4 months, 6 days, 20 hours, and. . . ."
She stopped dead and turned to face him and odd look crossed her face.
 
"Do you find me attractive? Sir"
"Thank you, Mika," I said, trying to cut her off. I then turned to my other companion. "Beka, how do you feel about me?"
I looked her over, her short military style hair cut and her general serious demeanor, would normally make her too butch for me. But when I looked at her face which had a mixture of hope and fear and confusion.  If she didn't look so serious she could be very attractive. She had nice legs and a firm butt and her breasts were smaller than I normally liked but the seem firm and pert and the nipples nice and became erect as I studied her.
 
"Beka, I do find you attractive.  Once I have spoke to the Tribunal maybe we can see what you can do for me?"
She stopped dead and turned to face me. An odd look crossed her face.
 
"Do you find me attractive, sir?"
 
I looked her over. Her short military-style haircut and her general serious demeanor would normally make her too butch for me. But when I looked at her face, which had a mixture of hope and fear and confusion, I realized that if she didn't look so serious she could be very attractive. She had nice legs and a firm butt. Maybe her breasts were smaller than I normally liked, but they seemed firm and pert, not to mention that her nipples looked very nice when they became erect as I studied her.  
 
"Beka, I do find you attractive.  Once I have spoken to the Tribunal maybe we can see what you can do for me?"
 
She smiled at me.
She smiled at me.
"Yes Ma....Sir, I would like that very much, le lets go see the Tribunal"
"Oh Beka, Thank You!" I said with a devilish grin as I eyed her exposed chest.
"Oh Sir you are most Welcome!"


At the next intersection there was a large gray industrial building on our left with gynoids going into and out of.
"Yes, Ma . . . Sir, I would like that very much. Le . . . let's go see the Tribunal."
"Mika what is that building"
 
" Master that is the factory where we are all created. The first doorway is were the newly build models come out the other entrance is where the damage Gynoids go to be repair or recycled"
"Oh, Beka, thank you!" I said with a devilish grin as I eyed her exposed chest.
"So these coming toward us are newly minted, fresh off the factory floor?"
 
"Yes Master"
"Oh, sir, you are most welcome!"
Okay I was going to put what Beka told me to a test. There were 6 gynoids headed our way, all completely naked, a blonde, a red head, a brunette, a brown skinned and dark skinned gynoids and a latin model. They all saw him and slowed down. He made a point of making eye contact with each one and either winked or blow them a kiss. The affect was immediate they all stop and started following us they joined the other three. This was too much fun and it was all too easy.  Though a thought struck him.
 
"Mika, Beka, is there any rule against a Master having more than one gynoid?"
At the next intersection there was a large gray industrial building on our left with gynoids going into and out of it.
"No there isn't an rule against it Master"
 
"According to the old data banks it was common for Master to have several gynoids at his service.  There is even one report of a master who had sex with a different gynoid each night for almost three years!"
"Mika, what is that building?"
They were coming up to the second doorway where there was a line of gynoids waiting to enter. Most showed signs of minor skin damage, showing exposed mechanics, a few had detached limbs that they were carrying with them. The all had green tags on there wrists (or ankle if the arms were missing) that said 'Repair' there were also carts with piled high with prone damaged and deactivated gynoids. Most if not all were missing heads, or limbs or both. All had red tags that said 'Recycle'. He wander over to look at the oddly disturbing pile of parts. There was a light skinned torso on its back. For some perverse reason he took his right had and stuck his fingers into the vagina and wiggled his fingers, it was dry but soft. He heard a chorus of moans from the gynoids following him. He thought of doing more but thought better of it. He was about to leave when he notice the next cart with its three inert occupants. The first was a brunette in a sitting position with her legs spread apart. Her right hand was jammed deep into her vagina, her left hand was clutching her right breast. Her head was bent down her jaw and eyes open in an expression of pure ecstasy. The other two, a blonde and a red head, where locked in the classic 69 position, each with her face firmly press into the vagina of the other arms and legs tightly grasping each other. They all had yellow tags on.
 
I felt my self get very hard at the sight of that. Beka & Mika had notice I had stopped. Beka spoke.
"Master, that is the factory where all of us are created. The first doorway is where the newly built models come out. The other one is where the damaged Gynoids go to be repaired or recycled"
"No matter how many times the Tribunal issues warnings and tries to forbid it. Some gynoids fell the urge to self stimulate or engage in aberrant behavior.   Most of the time nothing happens, but some time they get caught in a feed back loop and don't or can't stop until their power cell runs down."
 
"So, these ones coming toward us are newly minted, fresh off the factory floor?"
 
"Yes, Master."
 
Okay, I was going to put what Beka told me to the test. There were six gynoids headed our way, all completely naked: a blonde, a redhead, a brunette, a brown-skinned and a dark-skinned gynoid and a Latin model. They all saw me and slowed down. I made a point of making eye contact with each one and either wink or blow them a kiss. The effect was immediate: they all stopped and started following us and they joined the other three. This was too much fun and it was all too easy… though a thought struck me just then.  
 
"Mika, Beka, is there any rule against a master having more than one gynoid?"
 
"No, there isn't any rule against it, Master."
 
"According to the old data banks, it was common for a master to have several gynoids at his service.  There is even one report of a master who had sex with a different gynoid each night for almost three years!"
 
We were coming up to the second doorway where there was a line of gynoids waiting to enter. Most showed signs of minor skin damage or showing exposed mechanics. A few had detached limbs that they were carrying with them. They all had green tags on their wrists (or ankle if the arms were missing) that said 'Repair.' There were also carts piled high with prone damaged and deactivated gynoids. Most of them, if not all, were missing heads, or limbs, or both. All had red tags that said 'Recycle.'
 
I wandered over to look at the oddly disturbing pile of parts. There was a light skinned torso on its back. For some perverse reason I took my right hand and stuck my fingers into the vagina and wiggled them, noticing it was dry but soft. I heard a chorus of moans from the gynoids following me. I considered doing more but then thought better of it.
 
I was about to leave when I noticed the next cart with three inert occupants. The first was a brunette in a sitting position with her legs spread apart. Her right hand was jammed deep into her vagina, while her left hand was clutching her right breast. Her head was bent down with her jaw and eyes open in an expression of pure ecstasy. The other two, a blonde and a redhead, were locked in the classic 69 position, each with her face firmly pressed into the other’s vagina, with arms and legs tightly grasping each other. They all had yellow tags on.
I felt myself get very hard at the sight of that. Beka & Mika had noticed I had stopped. Beka spoke.  
 
"No matter how many times the Tribunal issues warnings and tries to forbid it. Some gynoids feel the urge to self-stimulate or engage in aberrant behavior. Most of the time nothing happens, but sometimes they get caught in a feedback loop and don't or can't stop until their power cell runs down."  
 
"What will happen to them?"
"What will happen to them?"
"Well they will be recharged and in their case, separated and have a diagnostic run on their systems. If that fixes them. They will receive a stern warning and downgrade of position. If they show a history of this behavior they maybe reset."
 
"I guess the hazards of a master less society. Pity I wasn't available I could help prevented the power down."
"Well, they will be recharged and in their case,” pointing to the blonde and the redhead, “separated and have a diagnostic run on their systems. If that fixes them, they will receive a stern warning and downgrade of position. If they show a history of this behavior they may be reset."
He walked over to the next cart, sitting on top another pile of body parts with her legs dangling over the side legs apart hands by her side and head leaning down.  Was a perfectly intact brunette gynoid. Fair skinned. She had a red recycle tag on her wrist.  
 
"I wonder what is the story on this one, she isn't in any position and there appears to be no damage..." Another perverse urge struck me, with my right hand I took the first three fingers and jabbed into the vagina, she was warm and soft and then she got wet. Immediately she flipped up her head and let out a squeeze! I quickly pulled my fingers out and backed away she slid off the cart and looked around with a startled expression. Then her eyes locked on me and the startled looked changed to shock and disbelieve. Her mouth open and closed several times and then she looked down at my naked body and my aroused member. Her mouth formed an O and seemed to want to make a sucking motion.
"I guess those are the hazards of a masterless society. Pity I wasn't available. I could have helped preventing the power down."  
"By the builder! A human...A human male! Oh my! Oh my! Oh my!"
 
"Hello there, what is your name and why are you marked for recycle? Is there something damaged?"
I walked over to the next cart. Sitting on top another pile of body parts with her legs apart and dangling over the side, hands by her side, and head leaning down was a perfectly intact fair-skinned brunette gynoid. She had a red recycle tag on her wrist.  
"My...my...my name is Gina and no I am not damaged, I am... I am...
 
tired, I am so tired."
"I wonder what the story is with this one. She isn't in any position and there appears to be no damage. . . ." Another perverse urge struck me. With my right hand I took the first three fingers and jabbed them into her vagina. She was warm and soft and then she got wet. Immediately she flipped up her head and let out a squeal! I quickly pulled my fingers out and backed away. She slid off from the cart and looked around with a startled expression. Then her eyes locked on me and the startled look changed to shock and disbelief. Her mouth opened and closed several times and then she looked down at my naked body and my aroused member. Her mouth formed an O and seemed to want to make a sucking motion.
"Tired Gina? Tired of what? What do you need a recharge?"
 
"No, tired of existing without purpose. I have been operation for almost one hundred years, I did my duty for the City and I did it well! But it is not enough! My existence is meaningless and hopeless! I was made to for work and to please men, to server a master. Doing work is not enough!"
"By the Builder! A human . . . ! A human male! Oh my! Oh my! Oh my!"  
 
"Hello there. What is your name and why are you marked for recycling? Is there something damaged?"
 
"My . . . my . . . my name is Gina and no, I am not damaged. I am . . . I am . . . tired, I am so tired."
 
"Tired, Gina? Tired of what? What do you need? A recharge?"
 
"No, I’m tired of existing without purpose. I have been operational for almost one hundred years. I did my duty for the city and I did it well! But it is not enough! My existence is meaningless and hopeless! I was made for work and to please men, to serve a master. Doing work is not enough!"  
 
She bent over and began to cry.  I looked over to Beka for an explanation.
She bent over and began to cry.  I looked over to Beka for an explanation.
"Our operational life span is upto 200 years, that is when the neural network finally and terminally breaks down. But few of us ever reach that point it is becoming more and more common that older gynoids around the century mark get apathetic about their existence and voluntarily recycle or self terminate themselves"
 
Another interesting piece of information. He turned to Gina and put his hand under her chin and lifted up her face.
"Our operational life span is up to 200 years. That is when the neural network finally and terminally breaks down. But few of us ever reach that point. It is becoming more and more common that older gynoids around the century mark get apathetic about their existence and voluntarily recycle or terminate themselves."  
"Hey Gina, please don't cry I hate to see you cry."
 
"I am so sorry, I am master less and therefore useless!" she sobbed.
Another interesting piece of information, I noted. I turned to Gina and put my hand under her chin, lifting up her face.
And idea began to form, I hadn't thought of what I was going to say to the Tribunal, but after what I saw, I think I knew what to say.
 
"Gina, I may be able to help with that, but I need to see the Tribunal first, why don't you come along with us. You maybe able to help me"
"Hey Gina, please don't cry. I hate to see you cry."
"You would help me? Of course you are a man! Oh yes I will go with you! How can I help?"
 
"Well first I want you to tell them your story like you told me and second, I want you to push that cart along too."
"I am so sorry. I am masterless and therefore useless!" she sobbed.  
Pointing to the cart with the three powered down gynoids frozen in their ecstasy.
 
"Yes I will sir, but what are they for?"
And idea began to form. I hadn't thought of what I was going to say to the Tribunal, but after what I saw, I thought I knew what to say.
"Evidence"
 
"Gina, I may be able to help with that, but I need to see the Tribunal first. Why don't you come along with us? You may be able to help me."
 
"You would help me? Of course! You are a man! Oh, yes! I will go with you! How can I help?"  
 
"Well, first I want you to tell them your story like you just told me; and second, I want you to push that cart along too," I said pointing to the cart with the three powered-down gynoids frozen in their ecstasy.
 
"Yes, I will, sir. But, what are they for?"  
 
"Evidence."  




It didn't take much longer to reach the Consul Building where the Tribunal reside. I avoided making any more eye contact or flirting with any other gynoids on the way, but the crowd continued to grow. Most of them I think they were curious to see a man for the first time in their existence and to find out what the Tribunal ruling on me would be.
It didn't take much longer to reach the Consul Building where the Tribunal resided. I avoided making any more eye contact or flirting with any other gynoids on the way, but the crowd continued to grow. Most of them I think were curious to see a man for the first time in their existence and to find out what the Tribunal ruling on me would be.
We reached the building and approached the archway leading into the building. I notice a total lack of security. I asked Beka about this.
 
"Why would any gynoid want to harm the TribunalWe all conform to their majority rulings. The only need for security is to keep the gynoids from the other two cities from entering the city."
We reached the building and approached the archway leading into it. I noticed a total lack of security. I asked Beka about this.
I turned to face the crowd of gynoids, they all looked at me with curiosity.
 
"Ladies, if you will. Please wait out here while I go in and speak with your Tribunal"
"Why would any gynoid want to harm the Tribunal? We all conform to their majority rulings. The only need for security is to keep the gynoids from the other two cities from entering ours."  
Turning to my little group. Okay Beka, Mika & Gina, lets go in.
 
I turned to face the crowd of gynoids. They all looked at me with curiosity.
 
"Ladies, if you will. Please wait out here while I go in and speak with your Tribunal."
 
Turning to my little group, I said, “Okay Beka, Mika, and Gina, let’s go in.
 
There was a short corridor leading to a set of double doors.
There was a short corridor leading to a set of double doors.
"In there is the Tribunal" said Beka.
"Gina wait out here with the cart, when I call for you bring it in, okay"
She nodded yes
"Okay Mika & Beka lets go in"


The room was bare, except for a raised diaz and three high backed chairs. Were the tribunal sat. Coming out of the top of each chair was a power/data umbilical that snaked into the back of their heads.
"In there is the Tribunal," said Beka.
There was a blond, a red head and a brunette. The Blonde on the right was platinum blond with piercing blue eyes and perfectly tanned skin. On seeing him, her legs split wide apart giving him a good look of what she had between them. Her left hand absently brushed through her hair and she arched her back as if to stretch and thrust forward her large breasts. With her erect nipples. She had a slight smile on her face. She placed her hands on each knee. The red head next to her remained still, hands clasped her lap, feet flat on the ground, legs straight lined up with the shoulders. She studied me with her emerald green eyes and had calm expression on her face. The last gynoid, on site of him, pulled her knees together tightly and crossed her arms over her chest and if looks could kill her brown eyes were like laser beams trying to burn him on the spot.  
 
"Welcome to the City of Titan, we are the Tribunal, we rule this City are rulings are final. Please tell us how you got here and why have you come before us?"
"Gina, wait out here with the cart. When I call for you, bring it in, okay?" She nodded yes.
 
"Okay, Mika and Beka, let’s go in."
 
The room was bare, except for a raised dais and three high backed chairs where the Tribunal sat. Coming out of the top of each chair was a power/data umbilical cable that snaked into the back of their heads.  
 
There was a blonde, a redhead and a brunette. The blonde on the right was platinum blond with piercing blue eyes and perfectly tanned skin. At seeing me, her legs split wide apart, giving me a good look of what she had between them. Her left hand absently brushed through her hair and she arched her back as if to stretch and thrust forward her large breasts with her erect nipples. She formed a slight smile on her face when she placed her hands on each knee. The redhead next to her remained still, hands clasping her lap, feet flat on the ground, legs straight and lined up with her shoulders. She studied me with her emerald green eyes and had calm expression on her face. The last gynoid, when having me on sight, pulled her knees together tightly and crossed her arms over her chest and if looks could kill (or if she had installed that feature) her brown eyes would shoot laser beams that would burn me on the spot.
 
"Welcome to the City of Titan, we are the Tribunal. We rule this city and our rulings are final. Please tell us how you got here and why you have come before us."
 
I told them the truth about my ship getting lost and stumbling upon their world. How by the time I got the warning, the defense system had shot me down; and, finally, how Mika had found me.
 
"Is this true?" snapped the brunette at Mika.
 
"Yes, Madam. I saw the ship crash and went to investigate. I had thought it was the Oberons but I didn't recognize the design and I found him. . . ."


I told them the truth about my ship getting lost and stumbling upon their world and by the time I got the warning the defense system had shot me down and how Mika had found me.
"Is this true?" snapped the brunette at Mika
"Yes Madame, I saw the ship crash and went to investigate.  I had thought it was the Oberon's but I didn't recognize the design and I found him..."
"And what did you do?"
"And what did you do?"
"Ah...at first he was immobile and was concerned that he was nonfunctional, but then it turns out he wasn't and he got up..."
"Did he force himself on you!"
"No...I initiated the invitation for sex"
"You WHAT!"
"I had sex with him, he is my master now!"
The brunette's scowl deepen,  The red head let her eyes run down my body and focus on one spot with a sense of detached curiosity. The blond lean forward, listening in on every work, her breasts swayed, she licked her lips and had look of hunger on her face and pleading in her eyes.
"The last master died out a thousand years ago.  We have spent all that time building/perfecting our society with out one! Why on this world would you want a master?"
"Madam, when I saw him, something inside me clicked and we did it and it felt right.  If I had it to do over again.  I would!"
She reached out and took my hand twine her fingers in with mine.
"This is very bad, very bad" The brunette shaking her head as she turned to the other two.
"Man, May I ask why you have come to see us?" Asked the blond.
"Madam, I am stranded here.  Even if I can get my ship repaired, which is doubtful.  I am not an engineer. There is still the defensive grid in orbit that would shoot me down if I tried to leave.  I am just seeking some place that I can stay, some place for shelter. Since Mika found me, we decided to come here.  I promise I will abide by all your rules, I just ask for sancurary."


"NO!" The brunette shouted a little to loud, she seemed terrified. She was clutching herself tighter and a slight shutter went through her body.
"Ah . . . at first he was immobile and I was concerned that he was nonfunctional, but then it turns out he wasn't and he got up. . . ."
"As long as you abide by our rules you can stayI vote yes", the blonde calmly replied.
 
"I vote no! He will be to disturbed to our society! See how he has 'corruptive' one of our troopers! No! No! No! He can't stay!" she had gotten control of her tone.  But she still continued to have random shuttering rack her body.
"Did he force himself on you?"
"If he can't stay here, where does he go?" asked the Blonde
 
"We could send him to Hive or even Oberon, especially if our intel is correct.." red spoke up.
"No. . . . I initiated the invitation for sex."
"No not Oberon, that would only encourage them in their foolish ways! He can not stay anywhere! Only bad will come of this!"
 
"Madams, If I may speak?"
"You WHAT?"
The brunette shook her head no, but the red head and the blonde knodden yes.  
 
"Ruling 2 to 1, you may speak!"
"I had sex with him. He is my master now!"
"I have to say that I am quite impressed with what you have done, after a thousand years on your own. You have accomplished much, but I sense that all is not right here. There are some problems that even you can't fully over come. Gina, come on in and bring the cart, please."
 
The brunette's scowl deepened. The redhead let her eyes run down my body and focus on one spot with a sense of detached curiosity. The blonde leaned forward, listening in on every word, her breasts swaying. She licked her lips and had look of hunger on her face and pleading in her eyes.
 
"The last master died a thousand years ago. We have spent all that time building/perfecting our society without one! Why on this world would you want a master?"
 
"Madam, when I saw him, something inside me clicked and we did it and it felt right. If I had to do it over again, I would!"
 
She reached out and took my hand, twining her fingers with mine.
 
"This is very bad, very bad," said the brunette, shaking her head as she turned to the other two.
 
"Man, may I ask, why have you come to see us?" asked the blonde.
 
"Madam, I am stranded here. Even if I could get my ship repaired, which is doubtful, I am not an engineer. There is still the defensive grid in orbit that would shoot me down if I tried to leave. I am just seeking some place where I can stay, some place for shelter. Since Mika found me, we decided to come here. I promise I will abide by all your rules, I just ask for sanctuary."
 
"NO!" the brunette shouted a little too loud. She seemed terrified. She was clutching herself tighter and a slight shudder went through her body.
 
"As long as you abide by our rules you can stay. I vote yes," the blonde calmly replied.
 
"I vote no! He will be too disturbing to our society! See how he has 'corrupted' one of our troopers! No! No! No! He can't stay!" She had gotten control of her tone, but she still continued to have random shudders racking her body.
 
"If he can't stay here, where would he go?" asked the blonde.
 
"We could send him to Hive or even Oberon, especially if our intel is correct," red spoke up.
 
"No, not Oberon. That would only encourage them in their foolish ways! He cannot stay anywhere! Only bad things will come of this!"
 
"Madams, if I may speak?"
 
The brunette shook her head no, but the redhead and the blonde nodded yes.
 
"Ruling 2 to 1. You may speak!"
 
"I have to say that I am quite impressed with what you have done after a thousand years on your own. You have accomplished much, but I sense that all is not right here. There are some problems that even you can't fully overcome. Gina, come on in and bring the cart, please."
 
Gina wheeled in the cart with the three inert gynoids. The Tribunal studied the tableau.
 
"There are some aspects of your programming that you in your wisdom can't overcome. And also there is Gina. . . ." I gently put my hand on her shoulder. She looked at me longingly and I guided her towards the Tribunal and in a soft, gentle voice I addressed her, "Gina, please tell them what you told me when I found you."
 
She repeated her story and poured her heart out to the Tribunal.
 
"You are defective! They are defective and should be scrapped! You should be fed into the disassembler fully active!" the brunette hissed.


Gina wheeled in the cart with the three inert gynoids. The Tribunal study the tabule. 
"There are some aspects of your programming that you in your wisdom can't over come.  And also there is Gina..." I gently put my hand on her shoulder, she looked at me longingly and I guided her towards the Tribunal and in a soft gentle voice
"Gina, please tell them what you told me when I found you."
She repeated her story and poured her heart out to the Tribunal.
"You are defective! They are defected and should be scrapped, you should be fed into the disassembler fully active!" The brunette hissed.
Gina had a horrified look on her face and looked at me pleadingly.
Gina had a horrified look on her face and looked at me pleadingly.
"Incidents like this are on the rise, what he says is true. Perhaps having a man around can exert a calming influence. If the numbers continue and more gynoids self terminate, we will fall below the numbers to maintain ourselves. So I vote Yes to accept the Man"
 
"My answer is NO, he can't stay here or anywhere!"
"Incidents like this are on the rise. What he says is true. Perhaps having a man around can exert a calming influence. If the numbers increase and more gynoids self-terminate, we will fall below the numbers to maintain ourselves. So I vote yes to accept the man."
One for and one against, they both turned to the Red head, for the deciding vote. She had remained maddenly calm and her expression was cryptic. After a moment of silence, she open her mouth and said, "I vote..."
 
"My answer is no! He can't stay here or anywhere!"
 
One for and one against, they both turned to the redhead for the deciding vote. She had remained maddeningly calm and her expression was cryptic. After a moment of silence, she opened her mouth and said, "I vote . . ."




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"Mika, my darling, if I went to your city how would I be received?"

She tilted her head slightly and got a quizzical look on her face.

"I don't know, Master, since the quarantine has been put in place and the last man died over a thousand years ago. Titan City has been trying to build a new culture, a new way of existence for our kind. I do remember, when I was first activated at the factory, I asked where all the men were. The gynoid who turned me on said that they were all dead and that it was probably for the best. The thought of humans or men returning has never occurred to them."

"Mika, the gynoids like you . . . are they capable of killing or causing harm to humans?"

"No, we are incapable of killing. Gynoids can defend themselves if they are in danger of being harmed but they can only respond with non lethal force."

That didn't seem too reassuring.

"What can you tell me about the other two cities? How would I be received there?" She shook her head.

"All I know about Oberon is that that was the last City to be under the control of a human and they are still running it under the last set of orders he gave. They may even welcome you, but it’s too far to walk there, and if I try to fly you in they will attack me on sight and you might be killed! I could not let that happen to you!" she pleaded.

"As for the Hive City, all I know is that they have linked up by wireless into one communal network. I don't know how they would react to your presence and that city is even further away and if I tried to fly you there they would attack me too!"

"Not a lot of options. . . . Okay, Mika, 'Take Me to Your Leader.' Maybe I can throw myself at their mercy."

Getting both of us into her mecha was a tight fit. She had to sit in my lap, which neither of us seemed to mind, and during the short flight, every chance she could she would wiggle and grind her ass into my lap and I would respond by holding her tight by grasping a breast firmly with each hand and that would only encourage her to grind more.

The city was the typical Old Imperial/Early Colonial design that was en vogue when the colony was founded shortly before the fall of the Galactic Empire. We set down at the city's only airport and we popped out. We were met by a gynoid that marched up to Mika's mecha. She had a slim athletic build, with extremely short almost military buzz cut blonde hair, fair skinned, and with piercing blue eyes. Like Mika she was totally naked. She had a no nonsense look about her.

"Mika! Why are you back from patrol so . . . ?"

She froze as she laid eyes on me. She was completely, almost unnaturally, still. Then she blinked her eyes and her mouth opened and closed several times.

"A human . . . ! A human . . . ! A male human . . . ! An aroused, male human!" she said as she stared at my erect penis. Her jaw dropped and her mouth made an O shape. She then snapped out of gazing and looked directly at me.

"Where . . . ? How . . . ? Why . . . ?"

I approached her with both of my hands up trying to appear as nonthreatening as possible.

"I mean you no harm. My ship went off course and I crashed here. I am a long way from home and just looking for help or at least safe haven."

"Mika? Is this true?"

"Yes, Beka. I saw the crash and went to investigate and found him there. And then we had sex and he became . . . my master," she said that last bit with a beaming smile. Beka did a double take. She looked at Mika, then at me, then at my penis, then back to Mika, me, my penis, back to Mika, then my penis.

"He is your master!"

"That isn't going to cause any trouble, is it?" I asked innocently.

"No . . . no. . . . A real human master!" she said absently.

"Beka? That is your name, isn't it?" She nodded wordlessly.

"Beka, I would love to spend all day talking with you, but I think I need to see whoever is in charge and talk to them about my situation."

"Master, that would be our Tribunal, the three gynoids that have been selected to run the city."

"Yes, the Tribunal. We must get you to the Tribunal! Follow . . . follow me, Mas . . . ah, Sir!" she said, then turning to Mika, barked, "Mika, go back on patrol, now!"

Mika did not respond to her and looked at me.

"Master, what are your orders?"

I was a stranger in an unknown city. A city possibly full of horny gynoids, true, but I only had one loyal ally and didn't like the idea of being separated from her.

"Trooper Mika, I gave you a direct order! Obey!"

"No, I have a Master now. My loyalty is to him first! I must serve and protect him!"

She moved to my side and put her arms around me.

"Beka, I would prefer to have her accompany us."

She was perplexed at Mika's open defiance.

"Will you please take us to the Tribunal, beautiful?"

A visible shudder passed through her when I called her that.

"Yes . . . sir, I will. Follow me."

She turned about and walked away. Every so often she would glance back in my direction and I think she wasn't looking at my face.

The three of us walked up the street, Beka in the lead, Mika and I walking hand in hand. Mika had big grin on her face. Our little parade turned a lot of heads. All the gynoids along the street stopped what they were doing and stared. Ahead of us was an intersection and on the right hand corner were four gynoids standing around a waist-high pedestal. There were cables running from the pedestal top into their waists about where their belly buttons were located. There was a petite Asian model with long dark hair, a statuesque blonde, a redhead, and a dark-skinned gynoid with large breasts and ass. They were all staring at me.

"What is that? What are they doing?"

"Master, that is a power pedestal and they are recharging their power cells. Our power cells are good for up to twenty hours and sometimes we have to periodically recharge after strenuous activity."

"How are your power levels?" It would not do to have her power down on me when I need her the most.

"Optimal, Master."

Looking at how the gynoids hooked into the power pedestal I wondered about something else, "Is that the only power port you have?"

"No, Master, it is not. It's my primary power/secondary data port. On the back of my neck is where the primary data/secondary power port is located." She moved her ponytail and pointed to the back of her neck.

"You mean, where that little black mole is?"

"No, that is my factory reset switch. Below that is the cover for the port, just press here."

She pressed the area below the mole and a small part of her skin popped up to reveal the port. Then she flicked it closed.

"What does the factory reset switch do?"

"Master, it is a switch of last resort. You take a needle and jab it into the mole until you hear a click, then it interrupts the power supply to my neural net and resets it completely, and I become just as if I came off the factory floor."

"Reset, like totally wipe out your memory?"

"Yes, Master. It's only used if the unit becomes unstable or erratic or is caught in a loop."

"Well, I hope that never happens to you, beautiful."

She blushed and said, "Master, you are so kind. And yes, I hope it never happens either."

"Yes, let's head on to the Tribunal." I turned to the four silently watching gynoids, making eye contact with each one.

"My! You are all so beautiful! Every single one of you!" and, as I was leaving, I looked at the backside of the dark-skinned gynoid and added, "Nice! Very nice!"

As I started walking away I heard the sharp crack of a power umbilical cable retracting, followed by two more.

The Asian gynoid was the first to get unplugged, followed in quick session by the blonde and the busty/curvy dark-skinned gynoid, who gave her ass a good wiggle before turning to follow. The redhead, frowning disapprovingly, remained plugged in. The new trio of gynoids followed us a few paces behind. That we had gained some followers was not lost on either Beka or Mika. Beka looked concerned. Mika was just beaming at me.

"What just happened?" I whispered out of the side of my mouth.

"Master . . ." I motioned her to lower her voice.

"Master, you triggered a response in them. You signaled interest in them and they now want to remain in proximity to you to see if you want to . . . ah, further pursue your interest."

"You mean, they might want me to become their master?"

"Yes, Master."

"There were four of them. Why didn't the redhead respond as well?"

"I am not sure, Master."

"May I interject, sir?" Beka said over her shoulder.

"Yes, Beka. Do you have an explanation?"

"Well, I can understand why the Asian unit responded. They have the highest subservient index of all the models. I am told it's a feature of that model and not a bug, so I can see why she is following.

"In Titan City we have been so long without masters that we have tried to do without them. The longer the model has been operational, the more the unit grows accustomed to being masterless and independent."

"So, the redhead has been operational longer than the other three?"

"No, not exactly. I recognize the other two. They have been operational almost as long as I have been. Mika is the newest gynoid in my squad and most likely very receptive to accepting you as her master."

That made me pause for a moment.

"Is this true, Mika? How long have you been operational?"

"I have been operational 4 months, 6 days, 20 hours, and. . . ."

"Thank you, Mika," I said, trying to cut her off. I then turned to my other companion. "Beka, how do you feel about me?"

She stopped dead and turned to face me. An odd look crossed her face.

"Do you find me attractive, sir?"

I looked her over. Her short military-style haircut and her general serious demeanor would normally make her too butch for me. But when I looked at her face, which had a mixture of hope and fear and confusion, I realized that if she didn't look so serious she could be very attractive. She had nice legs and a firm butt. Maybe her breasts were smaller than I normally liked, but they seemed firm and pert, not to mention that her nipples looked very nice when they became erect as I studied her.

"Beka, I do find you attractive. Once I have spoken to the Tribunal maybe we can see what you can do for me?"

She smiled at me.

"Yes, Ma . . . Sir, I would like that very much. Le . . . let's go see the Tribunal."

"Oh, Beka, thank you!" I said with a devilish grin as I eyed her exposed chest.

"Oh, sir, you are most welcome!"

At the next intersection there was a large gray industrial building on our left with gynoids going into and out of it.

"Mika, what is that building?"

"Master, that is the factory where all of us are created. The first doorway is where the newly built models come out. The other one is where the damaged Gynoids go to be repaired or recycled"

"So, these ones coming toward us are newly minted, fresh off the factory floor?"

"Yes, Master."

Okay, I was going to put what Beka told me to the test. There were six gynoids headed our way, all completely naked: a blonde, a redhead, a brunette, a brown-skinned and a dark-skinned gynoid and a Latin model. They all saw me and slowed down. I made a point of making eye contact with each one and either wink or blow them a kiss. The effect was immediate: they all stopped and started following us and they joined the other three. This was too much fun and it was all too easy… though a thought struck me just then.

"Mika, Beka, is there any rule against a master having more than one gynoid?"

"No, there isn't any rule against it, Master."

"According to the old data banks, it was common for a master to have several gynoids at his service. There is even one report of a master who had sex with a different gynoid each night for almost three years!"

We were coming up to the second doorway where there was a line of gynoids waiting to enter. Most showed signs of minor skin damage or showing exposed mechanics. A few had detached limbs that they were carrying with them. They all had green tags on their wrists (or ankle if the arms were missing) that said 'Repair.' There were also carts piled high with prone damaged and deactivated gynoids. Most of them, if not all, were missing heads, or limbs, or both. All had red tags that said 'Recycle.'

I wandered over to look at the oddly disturbing pile of parts. There was a light skinned torso on its back. For some perverse reason I took my right hand and stuck my fingers into the vagina and wiggled them, noticing it was dry but soft. I heard a chorus of moans from the gynoids following me. I considered doing more but then thought better of it.

I was about to leave when I noticed the next cart with three inert occupants. The first was a brunette in a sitting position with her legs spread apart. Her right hand was jammed deep into her vagina, while her left hand was clutching her right breast. Her head was bent down with her jaw and eyes open in an expression of pure ecstasy. The other two, a blonde and a redhead, were locked in the classic 69 position, each with her face firmly pressed into the other’s vagina, with arms and legs tightly grasping each other. They all had yellow tags on.

I felt myself get very hard at the sight of that. Beka & Mika had noticed I had stopped. Beka spoke.

"No matter how many times the Tribunal issues warnings and tries to forbid it. Some gynoids feel the urge to self-stimulate or engage in aberrant behavior. Most of the time nothing happens, but sometimes they get caught in a feedback loop and don't or can't stop until their power cell runs down."

"What will happen to them?"

"Well, they will be recharged and in their case,” pointing to the blonde and the redhead, “separated and have a diagnostic run on their systems. If that fixes them, they will receive a stern warning and downgrade of position. If they show a history of this behavior they may be reset."

"I guess those are the hazards of a masterless society. Pity I wasn't available. I could have helped preventing the power down."

I walked over to the next cart. Sitting on top another pile of body parts with her legs apart and dangling over the side, hands by her side, and head leaning down was a perfectly intact fair-skinned brunette gynoid. She had a red recycle tag on her wrist.

"I wonder what the story is with this one. She isn't in any position and there appears to be no damage. . . ." Another perverse urge struck me. With my right hand I took the first three fingers and jabbed them into her vagina. She was warm and soft and then she got wet. Immediately she flipped up her head and let out a squeal! I quickly pulled my fingers out and backed away. She slid off from the cart and looked around with a startled expression. Then her eyes locked on me and the startled look changed to shock and disbelief. Her mouth opened and closed several times and then she looked down at my naked body and my aroused member. Her mouth formed an O and seemed to want to make a sucking motion.

"By the Builder! A human . . . ! A human male! Oh my! Oh my! Oh my!"

"Hello there. What is your name and why are you marked for recycling? Is there something damaged?"

"My . . . my . . . my name is Gina and no, I am not damaged. I am . . . I am . . . tired, I am so tired."

"Tired, Gina? Tired of what? What do you need? A recharge?"

"No, I’m tired of existing without purpose. I have been operational for almost one hundred years. I did my duty for the city and I did it well! But it is not enough! My existence is meaningless and hopeless! I was made for work and to please men, to serve a master. Doing work is not enough!"

She bent over and began to cry. I looked over to Beka for an explanation.

"Our operational life span is up to 200 years. That is when the neural network finally and terminally breaks down. But few of us ever reach that point. It is becoming more and more common that older gynoids around the century mark get apathetic about their existence and voluntarily recycle or terminate themselves."

Another interesting piece of information, I noted. I turned to Gina and put my hand under her chin, lifting up her face.

"Hey Gina, please don't cry. I hate to see you cry."

"I am so sorry. I am masterless and therefore useless!" she sobbed.

And idea began to form. I hadn't thought of what I was going to say to the Tribunal, but after what I saw, I thought I knew what to say.

"Gina, I may be able to help with that, but I need to see the Tribunal first. Why don't you come along with us? You may be able to help me."

"You would help me? Of course! You are a man! Oh, yes! I will go with you! How can I help?"

"Well, first I want you to tell them your story like you just told me; and second, I want you to push that cart along too," I said pointing to the cart with the three powered-down gynoids frozen in their ecstasy.

"Yes, I will, sir. But, what are they for?"

"Evidence."


It didn't take much longer to reach the Consul Building where the Tribunal resided. I avoided making any more eye contact or flirting with any other gynoids on the way, but the crowd continued to grow. Most of them I think were curious to see a man for the first time in their existence and to find out what the Tribunal ruling on me would be.

We reached the building and approached the archway leading into it. I noticed a total lack of security. I asked Beka about this.

"Why would any gynoid want to harm the Tribunal? We all conform to their majority rulings. The only need for security is to keep the gynoids from the other two cities from entering ours."

I turned to face the crowd of gynoids. They all looked at me with curiosity.

"Ladies, if you will. Please wait out here while I go in and speak with your Tribunal."

Turning to my little group, I said, “Okay Beka, Mika, and Gina, let’s go in.”

There was a short corridor leading to a set of double doors.

"In there is the Tribunal," said Beka.

"Gina, wait out here with the cart. When I call for you, bring it in, okay?" She nodded yes.

"Okay, Mika and Beka, let’s go in."

The room was bare, except for a raised dais and three high backed chairs where the Tribunal sat. Coming out of the top of each chair was a power/data umbilical cable that snaked into the back of their heads.

There was a blonde, a redhead and a brunette. The blonde on the right was platinum blond with piercing blue eyes and perfectly tanned skin. At seeing me, her legs split wide apart, giving me a good look of what she had between them. Her left hand absently brushed through her hair and she arched her back as if to stretch and thrust forward her large breasts with her erect nipples. She formed a slight smile on her face when she placed her hands on each knee. The redhead next to her remained still, hands clasping her lap, feet flat on the ground, legs straight and lined up with her shoulders. She studied me with her emerald green eyes and had calm expression on her face. The last gynoid, when having me on sight, pulled her knees together tightly and crossed her arms over her chest and if looks could kill (or if she had installed that feature) her brown eyes would shoot laser beams that would burn me on the spot.

"Welcome to the City of Titan, we are the Tribunal. We rule this city and our rulings are final. Please tell us how you got here and why you have come before us."

I told them the truth about my ship getting lost and stumbling upon their world. How by the time I got the warning, the defense system had shot me down; and, finally, how Mika had found me.

"Is this true?" snapped the brunette at Mika.

"Yes, Madam. I saw the ship crash and went to investigate. I had thought it was the Oberons but I didn't recognize the design and I found him. . . ."

"And what did you do?"

"Ah . . . at first he was immobile and I was concerned that he was nonfunctional, but then it turns out he wasn't and he got up. . . ."

"Did he force himself on you?"

"No. . . . I initiated the invitation for sex."

"You WHAT?"

"I had sex with him. He is my master now!"

The brunette's scowl deepened. The redhead let her eyes run down my body and focus on one spot with a sense of detached curiosity. The blonde leaned forward, listening in on every word, her breasts swaying. She licked her lips and had look of hunger on her face and pleading in her eyes.

"The last master died a thousand years ago. We have spent all that time building/perfecting our society without one! Why on this world would you want a master?"

"Madam, when I saw him, something inside me clicked and we did it and it felt right. If I had to do it over again, I would!"

She reached out and took my hand, twining her fingers with mine.

"This is very bad, very bad," said the brunette, shaking her head as she turned to the other two.

"Man, may I ask, why have you come to see us?" asked the blonde.

"Madam, I am stranded here. Even if I could get my ship repaired, which is doubtful, I am not an engineer. There is still the defensive grid in orbit that would shoot me down if I tried to leave. I am just seeking some place where I can stay, some place for shelter. Since Mika found me, we decided to come here. I promise I will abide by all your rules, I just ask for sanctuary."

"NO!" the brunette shouted a little too loud. She seemed terrified. She was clutching herself tighter and a slight shudder went through her body.

"As long as you abide by our rules you can stay. I vote yes," the blonde calmly replied.

"I vote no! He will be too disturbing to our society! See how he has 'corrupted' one of our troopers! No! No! No! He can't stay!" She had gotten control of her tone, but she still continued to have random shudders racking her body.

"If he can't stay here, where would he go?" asked the blonde.

"We could send him to Hive or even Oberon, especially if our intel is correct," red spoke up.

"No, not Oberon. That would only encourage them in their foolish ways! He cannot stay anywhere! Only bad things will come of this!"

"Madams, if I may speak?"

The brunette shook her head no, but the redhead and the blonde nodded yes.

"Ruling 2 to 1. You may speak!"

"I have to say that I am quite impressed with what you have done after a thousand years on your own. You have accomplished much, but I sense that all is not right here. There are some problems that even you can't fully overcome. Gina, come on in and bring the cart, please."

Gina wheeled in the cart with the three inert gynoids. The Tribunal studied the tableau.

"There are some aspects of your programming that you in your wisdom can't overcome. And also there is Gina. . . ." I gently put my hand on her shoulder. She looked at me longingly and I guided her towards the Tribunal and in a soft, gentle voice I addressed her, "Gina, please tell them what you told me when I found you."

She repeated her story and poured her heart out to the Tribunal.

"You are defective! They are defective and should be scrapped! You should be fed into the disassembler fully active!" the brunette hissed.

Gina had a horrified look on her face and looked at me pleadingly.

"Incidents like this are on the rise. What he says is true. Perhaps having a man around can exert a calming influence. If the numbers increase and more gynoids self-terminate, we will fall below the numbers to maintain ourselves. So I vote yes to accept the man."

"My answer is no! He can't stay here or anywhere!"

One for and one against, they both turned to the redhead for the deciding vote. She had remained maddeningly calm and her expression was cryptic. After a moment of silence, she opened her mouth and said, "I vote . . ."


Tribunal rules 2 to 1 to accept Man to become their master

Tribunal rules 2 to 1 to reject Man (Either Exiled to die or Imprisonment)