FYOP/Planet of the Gynoids/0007

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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)