Stranded (MagicalPen + RedEve)
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				Title: <strong>Stranded (MagicalPen + RedEve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>13-11-2015, 20:11:42</strong>
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				Not for the first time, Andrew Simon cursed his luck.<br><br>It was supposed to have been a very simple assignment - transporting a shipment of Pleasure-bots to a Mining Colony that was dominated by Males. The usual moral-boosting sort of thing Roht Industries did for its employees. The FTL Time was only supposed to have been 4.5 Days. Andrew, as the sole crew member, was to have worked in 6-hour shifts - 6 on, 6 off, with 1 in every 4 used for sleep. The ship was fairly autonomous as it was, so it was more system checking and maintenance then actually flying the damn thing.<br><br>It was on Andrews second sleep-shift that something went wrong. Sirens buzzing, he had been rudely awakened and rushed to the cockpit. The FTL drive has crashed and he was on his way towards a planet. Some nifty manual flight control maneuvering and he had been able to bring the ship down mostly intact onto the planets surface. And that was where the fun had started. <br><br>The damage to the FTL Drive was more then he could repair. The other onboard systems weer mostly intact but due to the other damage, he knew that he would only have one shot of breaking the planets gravity and making it into space to be picked up by some one. With no FTL drive, it would take years to get back on track and that was simply time he did not have. He activated the distress beacon and began to hope that some one would pick it up.<br><br>That had been three weeks ago and Andrew was starting to realize that no one was coming. Which is why he found himself standing in front of the cargo containers. It was strictly against company policy and his contract to open any of the pods that contained the pleasure-bots, but would they really give him a hard time opening one, for the company? Three weeks alone on some un-named planet was starting to get awfully lonely. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stranded (MagicalPen + RedEve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>15-11-2015, 11:09:46</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/8f/Stranded_pod_droid.jpg)</div>The cargo hold was filled to the brim with pods. They were plain white, only the artificial light of the metallic room gave them a slightly bluish haze. They were lined up in eight neat rows of ten, so immaculately done that a drill sergeant would have been proud. Each pod was adorned with the company logo as well as a bar code to identify the type and serial number of the pleasure droid inside. The manifest would hold a detailed list of which type was in which pod. On the right hand side of the pod was a button which opened it. Inside of the pod was the pleasure droid herself, her accompanying set of clothes as well as a security key that the new owner had to read out loud to activate the droid and identify himself as her new owner. <br><br>The pod that Andrew was standing in front of contained one of the “Jenny” line of droids. They were a line of buxom brunettes which had been put onto the market six months prior and had been an instant success. The security code to activate her was on a small placard inside the ‘lid’ of the pod. If he would read the code after opening the pod, a boot up sequence would start and once the droid was entirely activated, she would be linked to him until the security code was reprised by another individual, in the presence of her original owner. <br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/63/Security_code_copy.jpg)<br><br>(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/27/Jenny_125897.jpg)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stranded (MagicalPen + RedEve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>15-11-2015, 17:22:01</strong>
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				Andrew drew up the Owners Manual on his PAD as he stood in front of one of the pods. He scanned the bar-code and it pulled up a facial shot of the pleasure-bot inside. He had never activated one of these things before and he did not want to accidentally cause it to self-destruct or something bad. Of course, he had never heard of a pleasure-bot doing anything bad before, but if he was going to open one of these things up, he certainly did not want to damage it too! Then he really would be up shit creek if he ever got rescued.<br><br>After reading the important bits, he shrugged his shoulders and put his PAD away. Biting his lower lip, he reached out and pressed the button, standing back as the pod opened. He pulled his PAD up again and brought up the code he was supposed to speak to activate the thing. Once the POD was open, he glanced down and read the code.<br><br>"Blue - 17 - Green - 5 - red - 39 - red - 55 - blue."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stranded (MagicalPen + RedEve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>15-11-2015, 17:50:19</strong>
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				From Andrew’s perspective, not much of anything would happen right after he read the code. But inside the droids artificial mind, it was as if fireworks went off. Her mind expanded from its most basic standby mode to switching on all of the subroutines. Eventually it led to the Jenny model opening her eyes. Her lips flowered into a smile and she stepped out of the pod, standing in front of it, close to her new owner. In spite of the matter of fact nature of her inquiry, her voice was sweet as honey.<br><br><strong> “Greetings. I am Roht Industries Jenny model nr. 12587137. Would you like to change my designation? How would you like to be addressed.” </strong><br><br>he Jenny model was still nude, the clothes which came with the droid were still inside of their plastic wrapping in another slot of the pods cover. She would not put them on until she was instructed to. Her gaze remained upon Andrew, patiently awaiting his answer whilst she winked seductively at him. Her behavior would be adapted depending on his verbal and non-verbal reactions to her own actions. The air inside of the cargo bay was cool enough for her artificial skin to start mimicking some goosebumps. A hint of a smile remained on her pretty lips throughout as she waited for her first instructions. <br><br>(http://i.imgur.com/H8jVMRn.gif)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stranded (MagicalPen + RedEve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>15-11-2015, 18:11:23</strong>
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				Andrew realized just how naked the girl was. If he had not just woken her from the POD, he would have sworn that she was human. Of course, that was the point. You weren't supposed to be able to tell that it was an android and not a human. Andrew had been with a few prostitutes - his line of work didn't allow much personal time - and he would have had a free round or two with this delivery once it had arrived at its destination. He had no way of knowing if any of his previous partners had been bots, of course. And it had been a long time since he had been in a females company.<br><br>"I, uh, lets call you Jenny then." He responds, eyes raking down over her perfect body, feeling desire starting to grow in his loins. "You can call me Andrew, Andrew Simon. Andy is fine for now though." He paused, scratching the side of his head. "Uh, nice to meet you?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stranded (MagicalPen + RedEve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>15-11-2015, 18:56:20</strong>
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				The various names that Andrew had listed were all stored in Jenny’s memory core. Andy was marked as the preferred designation for her owner. A plethora of other information was stored, which included Andy’s height, estimated weight, hair color, detailed scans of his face, samples of his voice, mappings of his facial expressions… The more time Jenny would spend with Andrew, the more she would know about him. She responded to his remark with a pleasant sounding reply. <br><br><strong>“Nice to meet you too, Andy. Is there anything I can do for you? As your new companion, I will follow your every command, unless it is illegal for me to comply.” </strong><br><br>She of course registered the fact that Andy was eyeing her body with interest. His diluted pupils and increased heart rate – which her sensitive ears could easily pick up upon – were proof of some light arousal on his part. Jenny of course registered the fact that she was in a cargo hold of a ship and not in some residence, or the living quarters of a mining colony, the latter of which was where she would have ended up in had Andy’s ship not crash-landed. But the simple fact that she was in a cargo hold alone did not matter, now that she had been activated and bound to Andy. He was now her master and not much else mattered to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stranded (MagicalPen + RedEve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>17-11-2015, 19:26:14</strong>
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				Andrew had to admit that he had never been in the sort of position he found himself in now. Someone - something, he reminded himself - that would follow his every command? That sounded great! But part of him began to wonder - did you have to feed a bot? What happened if her batteries ran out if she even ran on batteries? Such thoughts were the only things keeping him aware that she was in fact not-human but an android. A very, very convincing android.<br><br>"I, uh, I don't know." He responds, looking her over again. "Maybe, maybe put some clothes on?" It seemed like the normal thing to do. "Are you familiar with the ships layout? If not, I can give you a tour." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stranded (MagicalPen + RedEve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>17-11-2015, 21:42:14</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Jenny_dressed.jpg)</div>Jenny picked up upon her new owner’s confusion. She deducted that he had likely not owned a pleasure droid before. When he suggested she put on some clothes she nodded and then complied. She picked the package of garments from its container within the lid of the pod. The clothes that came with the droids were not practical garments. Rather they were meant to convey an image that might have been foreign to some of the men who used their services. The outfit that accompanied Jenny’s pod would have been what some young woman on the core worlds would have worn to have a stroll through the city on a warm day. Of course, the kind of colonists which inhabited a harsh deep space mining facility would have no use for such frivolous attire.<br><br>Jenny took the simple top and the denim shorts out of the plastic wrapping and put them on, as well as a tiny thong she first slipped up her legs and over her buttocks. She wore no bra, as none had come inside of her little garment bag. With her ample bosom, it had been part of the design not to provide one in the accompanying clothes kit. After she had put her little outfit on she smiled at Andrew again. <strong>“Will this do, Andy?”</strong> She gave him a little pirouette, which was executed perfectly. When the question about the ships lay-out came she gave him a truthful answer. <strong>“Based on the interior of this cargo hold, this appears to be a Mercury class transport vessel.” </strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stranded (MagicalPen + RedEve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>20-11-2015, 00:51:44</strong>
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				Andrew stared at her as she dressed. He would have to jerk off lately - but wasn't that what she was here for in the first place? He had initially been seeking company, some one to talk to, but she was a pleasure-bot...which meant they could do almost anything together. A wry smile came over his lips. Either way, her braless breasts would be ample distraction. He eyed her over as she showed off her clothes to him and nodded his head. "Yes, thats fine." He bit his lip then and nodded his head. "Well, then, you're familiar with the layout of the ship. So no tour needed."<br><br>He paused. "I am not sure if you can connect with the ships systems, but just so you know - I don't know what your programmed for - but the ship crash landed on a planet. I've been here, alone, for three weeks now and so far no signs of being picked up. Are you able to converse too? Do you know things? I've grown awfully lonely."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stranded (MagicalPen + RedEve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>20-11-2015, 08:36:09</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Jenny_dressed.jpg)</div>Jenny of course noticed the stares at her breasts. Like the rest of her, her chest had been designed to be alluring, so she wasn’t surprised that he was giving them so much attention. She nodded upon his question as to her communicating with the ship. <strong>“If needed, I can interface with this ships systems, but you will have to give me access through the main computer first.”</strong> She listened to his ordeal, which she now shared. Not that she was in the same amount of trouble as he was. She was far more adapted at thriving in any condition than a human was. She put her arm around Andrew and left it there. She spoke in a compassionate tone. <strong>“Oh Andy! You must have been so lonely here all by yourself.”</strong> <br><br>She nodded after being asked if she could be counted on for conversation. <strong>“I have been programmed with an extensive knowledge of the universe. I can hold a conversation about just about anything. If it is something I am unfamiliar with, I am a fast learner.”</strong> She gave him a beaming smile as she pulled him a little closer to her. She monitored his reaction to her touch closely to make sure she wasn’t overstepping any limits with her behavior. Her owner’s comfort and happiness was of paramount importance to her, after all. Already she was learning a lot about her owner, through the many non-verbal information he was unwittingly giving her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stranded (MagicalPen + RedEve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>21-11-2015, 03:46:19</strong>
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				Her arm around him was more then pleasing and he felt a spike in his arousal. He slid his arm around her waist. Yeah...definately human. Well, no, not human. An android. But it was becoming increasingly hard to keep reminding himself about it. He squeezed her waist a little, feeling her firm breasts pressing against his side. He started to walk, guiding her in their current position, to the cargo-bay doors. "I will let you integrate with the ships systems later. I am glad that you can also converse." He responds, though he had no idea what he would converse with her about.<br><br>"I guess I should bring you up to speed on the situation." He stops them at the doors, reaching out with his other arm to press the button to open it. It felt good, feeling the warmth of another...person, pressed against him. "The planet, as far as I can tell, is earthlike." Indeed, the planet was. The air was breathable and nothing had tried to attack him yet. The ship had landed in a plains-region. There were a scattering of trees and mostly long grass, with a river nearby. He could see mountains in the distance. "Not that I've done much exploring, but I have made a secure living area out here." As they step through the door, it closes behind them. A tent had been set up, covering another hatch into the ship, complete with windows and the like. It was a survival tent, plenty large enough for 12 to live in. He had set up a cot and had been enjoying the nights with the flap to the tent open.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stranded (MagicalPen + RedEve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RedEve</strong> on <strong>27-11-2015, 14:19:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Jenny_dressed.jpg)</div>Jenny followed Andy out of the cargo bay as he guided her movements thanks to his close proximity to her. She had not missed the fact that the cargo hold was filled with other companion droids in their pods. Though that fact was deemed irrelevant to her at that point. She nodded when Andy referred to her interfacing with the ship later on. <strong>“Whenever you feel it’s appropriate.”</strong> She listened closely when he brought her up to speed on the situation. It was a precarious one, to say the least. Of course, the real danger was to Andy, not her. Jenny could operate in far more hostile environments than a planet of this class. Even if she fell without power due to the ship’s reactor shutting down, her internal batteries would keep her systems intact for years, if not decades. So if she was eventually found, they could just power her up again and it would be like nothing ever happened. For a human like Andy, things would not be as simple.<br><br>She was led outside of the ship to what had become her new master’s living arrangements. He had set up a tent just in front of the downed starship. It was comfortable enough and she smiled at him and then giggled a bit. <strong>“This seems fun… a bit of camping?”</strong> She had of course been programmed for a whole host of outdoors activities, camping being one of them. <strong>“So what have you been doing to keep busy? Counting the stars at night?”</strong> She gave the human a playful wink, still trying to figure out which type of behavior would please him. If she just had a few more days of data, she would know enough to comport herself in a manner which was perfect for his desires. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Stranded (MagicalPen + RedEve)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>MagicalPen</strong> on <strong>27-11-2015, 17:12:44</strong>
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				Andrew kept his arm around her. It flt and felt, well, good. It was thephysical presence of a female that he missed along with the mental presence of being able to communicate with some one. He was very aware of the fact that she had no bra on too, his eyes kkept traveling down to look at her breasts through her shirt.<br><br>"If you want to call it that."He respondsm shrugging his shoulders. "It was more about getting outside, breathing in fresh, unrecycled air."Not that she would really know what that meant. "Less reliance on lifesupport as well." He was saving that for an emergency, giving the condition the ship as in.
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