Savage Planet Cyborg

by Cheyenne Hart

  She couldn't handle it. They'd taken Bree away and it was all because Simone had let her go ahead with that suicidal plan.

  "This isn't happening," she kept saying to herself. What did she hope that would achieve, her head was far too spun out to imagine. "I should not have let you do this. I should not have let her do this. God, why didn't I keep her closer to me? I'm not used to this kind of thing."

  "It wasn't your fault. Just wait and you'll see, they will bring her back soon enough. They don't have anything to gain by injuring either of you two."

  "Why, we don't have beacons installed in our asses or anything!" Simone slammed her fist down on the door again. When she did so, it was almost certain that she could hear a snide laugh from outside. It was one of the males, most like G'oll the green freak since the other one was probably already getting busy with Bree by force.

  He put his hand on her shoulder from behind her, but she jerked her body around so that he wasn't touching her. "Don't do that," she said sternly. "I'm not looking for some kind of distraction, especially not from someone like you."

  She grabbed a glass bottle of brown liquid. "Hang on, what's this?" There was a label affixed to it, but that was worn and faded. "I think it says something about 'the finest something, something, under the sun.'" Walking over to Jaxxon, she passed it to him. "Is this alcohol?"

  He took it and looked carefully at the label, then twisted open the lid and took a smell. With raised eyebrows, he replied, "Yes, yes it certainly is. This is some strong stuff too judging from the way it's burning my nasal passage. I would just put it back and try to calm down. Please, stop looking for more things that are only going to make this bad situation worse. We can still get through this and escape, and put a stop to these scum bags once and for all."

  "You really do believe that, don't you?" she said wistfully. He wasn't just trying to put on a brave act for her; no, that was clear to Simone now. He actually appeared to believe in his augmented cybernetic heart that he was going to be able to free them from these horrible circumstances. "Jaxxon, I know we just met, but I think you have a problem with admitting defeat."

  "Are you a medical doctor or one of those head doctors rich people go to?" He put the cap back on the bottle and gave it back. "Here, you take this back. I don't need anything clouding my judgement. We are getting out of here, and I am more than willing to die trying. I'll do the same to get your friend back, because you're right—it's just as much my fault as yours that she was taken away. You're forgetting one very important fact though: she is a grown woman and it was her choice to do this. So, that makes it just as much her own fault, even more so her own fault, than anyone else's."

  "Shit," said Simone. "You really know how to comfort a girl, don't you?"

  "You're not the one who needs comforting right now. I think Bree does. Do you know what a scent shifter can do?"

  With that, Simone's mind started to spin out of control, moving faster and faster, flying through all of the terrible possibilities of what that masked stranger might be capable of doing to her friend and crew mate. She yanked the cap back off the bottle, letting it drop to the floor as she drank deeply from the bottle. There wasn't that much in the thing. The bottle itself had maybe contained 10 ounces in the first place, and there was still a lot of that left. But by the time Simone stopped drinking, half of what remained was gone again.

  Seeing that she was going to keep going, Jaxxon reached out and snatched the spirits away from her. "Don't be stupid," he said.

  "What?" That actually hurt to hear for some reason. "I'm not the one who fucked up their mission, thank you. I'm not stupid." It was mostly the way that he'd snapped at her, but she also couldn't stand her intellect being brought into questions, especially by a man. "Oh, sorry. I've had years of male doctors implying that I couldn't do my job as well as they could, just because I don't have a dick."

  "That's fair, I suppose. We have doctors who are women here, but they are not allowed to treat men."

  "What? That’s barbaric. I suppose you call them 'female doctors.'"

  Jaxxon nodded and then smiled. "How did you guess?"

  "I don't know what the hell I'm thinking since all of this started. I just wanted to be the first female doctor to go into deep space. I just wanted to be the best I could. That's stupid though, isn't it? That's shallow." The liquor was already making everything seems strange. This was not the same kind of thing they had back on Earth. "Drinking that stuff might have been a mistake. Are you sure it's not going to poison me?"

  "I can't speak for humans from Earth, but I can promise that it's not poisonous. Here, look." Jaxxon took a drink, finishing the rest of the bottle without even grimacing or making a sour face. "Say, what did you mean before when you said you're not looking for anything from someone like me? What's the problem with me?"

  Simone started to think about why she'd said that, and felt deflated immediately. Going to sit down on the first aid bed, she thought about it while Jaxxon moved over to join her. She sighed at last and said, "My husband, my late husband, had cancer when I met him. That's a type of—"

  "My translator knows what cancer is. We have these types of illnesses too."

  "Oh… well, we fell in love while I was treating him. It was certainly not a smart thing to do, so yeah, you're right—I am stupid like you said. Everyone warned me not to get involved with him, but I wouldn't listen. My parents told me I've always been that headstrong." Oh, her parents… she wouldn't be seeing them ever again. They would be long gone by now anyway. "I guess everyone I know is dead after over seventy years though, except maybe my little cousins. And they'd be so old now."

  "What happened to your husband?" Jaxxon asked. He had sat down very close to her on the bed. Their closeness created a warmth, despite his cooler cyborg physique. His hand might have been touching hers, although Simone didn't want to look down and openly acknowledge it, if it was. And she didn't want to move her hand, in case she broke away the contact.

  "I think you can guess that he died. It didn't happen for years, though. Everything was fine. We had bought a house by then, were thinking about children already. He wanted them more than I did. What can I say? I'm a career woman and that would've just ruined my work schedule, right? It seems selfish and shallow to think where my priorities were."

  Jaxxon was quiet for some time. "I'm sorry for your loss. I would share my own past but… well, I don't know my own history. No one does, as far as the records show. But what does that have to do with me? You said you didn't want anything from someone like me."

  Yet again, Simone sighed. "You were so badly hurt when they threw us in this room, I thought you were going to die for sure. That was before I believed you were really a cyborg."

  "And you are afraid of getting attached to anyone else, in case they leave you?" He laughed. "Sorry, it's not funny. It's just absurd when you think about it. Here I am, practically immortal in comparison to a normal person, and you're worried that I would die and leave you. Anyway… what did it matter? We'd only just met then."

  "We've still only just met," answered Simone quickly. "This isn't right. We're sitting here having a chat, while Bree has been taken away. We have to get her back."

  "I was thinking the same thing. Only, there's something that I wasn't direct with you about. When you were examining me, you had no way of knowing what to look for, with the cybernetic aspects of me."

  Simone almost stood up from shock. She'd been waiting for something terrible to happen next. "What's wrong? Are you damaged? Why the hell didn't you tell me before? This could have all been avoided if we were busy doing what we were told to do, instead of building useless fire crackers and trying to—"

  "Hey, calm down," Jaxxon said. He reached up and put his powerful finger to her lips. "Please," he said, looking deeply into her eyes. His own eyes were so clear, with bright whites and deep centers that were almost black, if not slightly brown. They didn't look like anything that could be manufactured out of machine parts and
electronics. "It's just that I have been feeling… off is the best way to describe it. Nothing like this has ever happened to me before. When I first saw you, yes, I will admit that I was completely taken by your looks. That was a mistake at the time, because it let them get the jump on me. But since being knocked down immediately after that happened, something has been going wrong with me."

  Simone went and grabbed some of the medical tools she'd been using earlier. "Let me do another check up then. Damn it, if we had Bree here now, she could try to look at your machine side."

  "My sensors are letting me know where the damage is. If you are willing to, I can guide you in seeing if there really is some damage. Who knows, it might just be a part that's out of alignment. Maybe you can even fix it with the tools we have here."

  "You said you don't know much about how you work," replied Simone. "Are you just making this all up to distract me? If so, I'm grateful that you would try, but—"

  Jaxxon hoisted himself up on the bed, shaking his head.

  "What are you doing?" she asked.

  "Are you going to take a look inside me or not? Believe me, it's nothing any worse than the humans you have probably carved up back home."

  "I'm not a surgeon. Yes, I have performed surgeries and worked in a number of fields, but, shit—okay, I'll do it."

  Once she had the medical implements, and the rest of the tools she'd apparently need sterilized and ready to go, Simone stood there and realized she had absolutely no clue what to do first. "You're going to need to help me out here, remember?"

  Jaxxon groaned, now letting her see that he was really hurt. "I regret hiding this from you. To be honest, I am worried that I'll be retired if they find something damaged on me. The people who 'made' me are no longer around. There has been a great regression all over the land, perhaps all around the planet. The high technology you will see is leftover from that time, just scraps from a superior civilization. That, or things have been brought here from other nearby planets, but most never bother with us."

  "If they were so superior, why did they let all that happen in the first place?" asked Simone. "I'll tell you what, screw them. You're here now, and I need you to focus. I'm not going to tell anyone that you're damaged."

  After a lot of cutting through skin that was both alive and artificial at the same time; through flesh that was in so many ways living, but did not react to the blade like normal tissue would; and with many machine parts, tubes, and even wires that Simone certainly had never expected to find inside someone she was cutting into, they got down to the root of the problem.

  "Are you sure?" Simone asked. "You want me to examine there?"

  "That's where my sensors are indicating there's an issue. I know it seems strange, but do you really think I would have had you cut me open just so you'd touch me down there?"

  "No, that's absurd. Then again, I don't know how hard up you are."

  Jaxxon paused, looking confused. Then, he tilted his head forward more and looked at the area she was working on: his crotch. "It's not hard is it? Don't tell me I've lost feeling. I know I was giving you correct instructions."

  Laughing at the childlike naivety that an apparently ancient, cybernetic killer could have, Simone said, "No, I mean. Never mind. I don't think you tricked me. Fine, so I guess we were looking too high up. You're going to have to take off these pants then."

  "If I move like this, something could fall out of place."

  "Right, fine, fine." Simone leaned down and started to pull his pants off, smearing his own blood on them. They didn't have any gloves though, and the only clean cloth she'd found was needed for the more important tasks, and not for wiping her hands on. "Sorry about all the blood on your clothes."

  "It's not the first time I've been covered in my own blood, and I'm sure it won't be the last."

  "Oh boy," she said. Simone hadn't been thinking about the angles and how close she was. As she pulled the waist of his pants down, she had to yank to get them off him. His cock was pulled down too, and then bounced back up as the pants were pulled free. Right in her face, just inches from her eyes. She licked her lips without thinking, and felt immediately ashamed. "Oh, um, okay then. That's taken care of. Now, what do you need me to do with, uh, that?"

  "Grab it and squeeze, not too hard but harder than you think. Trust me, it's built strong. And then check again where you were looking. There should be something out of place or that looks damaged on the inside above my pelvis, where you have cut into. That will respond when you squeeze."

  Simone could not believe she was seriously thinking about doing this. On the other hand, it wasn't uncommon for doctors to do just this kind of thing, minus the conscious patient giving them instructions, of course. "Okay then, here it goes." She took his cock in her hand, and told herself silently to stop thinking of it as a cock. This was a penis, another organ like any other, a purely medical thing. Be professional, Simone. But it wasn't just a penis. It was quite long, more than she could think of ever needing. However, it wasn't too long. No, the thickness was the more impressive aspect of it. And it looked like something that had been crafted by European sex toy engineers to be sold at a high premium on the open market. And it wasn't even hard. She couldn't even let herself start to imagine what it might be like to see that amazing dick up close and standing at full attention for her.

  It felt so good in her hand too. There was a thickness, a real meaty sort of touch to it, that made her feel wet immediately. Simone could feel her pussy throbbing, begging her to stroke the penis and see if it looked any better when it was fully erect. Trying to focus on fiddling around inside of a living—at least mostly living—man with a scalpel in her other hand, and such a nice cock in her other hand, was difficult to say the least.

  "Hey!" she said, "I just found something that looks like it's detached."

  "Oh, fuck no. Describe it to me." Jaxxon rested his head back on the bed, closing his eyes and tensing up his face. It seemed to be very bad news already.

  "It's like, this tiny square sort of thing. Do you know what a computer chip looks like? Well, I mean, I don't really. I imagine it looks like, a bug?"

  "Bug? Like a little thing with legs?"

  "I guess. A very tiny box with little prongs sticking out. Those are attached to your core frame here. Only, it looks like the thing is busted and it's started to come loose."

  "Pull it out of there."

  Simone laughed. "This isn't the time for jokes. Come on, what can I do?"

  "That's not part of me. My sensors are indicating that there's an anomaly there, and I've been injured like this before; never had a problem with something like this in that location. Rip it out."

  After taking a deep breath, Simone did just that and then handed the little 'bug' to Jaxxon. Then, she closed him up, cleaned him up, and cleaned herself up.

  "I feel strange," Jaxxon said once they were done. He picked up his pants and was getting ready to put them on when he stopped and started talking faster. "Not bad, just… different. It started when I was hurt and got worse after G'oll attacked me. Now though, I feel like I have something back that was missing. This is so crazy. It's like my, I don't know, that thing was holding back my full vigor, you could say. Maybe it's just a placebo type of thing."

  "Wow, you don't say! I do not think it's a placebo thing," Simone said with a gasp. She was looking down at Jaxxon's lower region, having been completely unable to keep her eyes from wandering toward it far too often. "Look!"

  He had a complete erection. It wasn't just a little bit hard either. This thing was standing up on its own and pointing at Simone.

  "Shit," he said, moving to turn around and starting to lift his leg so that he could put his pants on.

  "Wait," Simone quickly said. "Do you think I could have a look?"

  "There's nothing else out of order. I feel better than I have for a long time. It was never like my energy had been sapped completely. It was more like…"

  "Like your mojo was taken from you?" S
imone smiled at the idea, it was so cheesy. "Well, do you think someone might have wanted to keep you from getting too distracted? I can only imagine how much sexual energy a man with your power and stamina could exert."

  "You don't have to imagine that, you know." Jaxxon took her hand in his own, then pulled her forward and placed her cool fingers on his hard cock. "Why don't you be the first to take it for a test drive?"

  "You're serious? I mean… you are serious, aren't you?" Her head was still in a place of its own from that evil booze she'd had. The effects had worn off quite a lot, or she would have never agreed to dig around inside Jaxxon, but she still felt unusually loose and free. "Do you think I could try something then?"

  "Sure," he said, standing tall in front of her, naked and not the least bit shy about himself. And why would he be? His was a body others could only dream of having.

  She now realized that she didn't have to dream about having the perfect specimen of a man. Simone let herself drop to her knees and kissed the end of that amazingly sculpted cock. It was completely natural as far as she could tell, but something was different. It was heavier than a normal dick, even one that large. While she'd never actually been with a man that big, she'd held some huge cocks in her time as a doctor. She kissed it again, and the taste was good. Apparently he didn't have the bad body odor or flavor that a normal man might have after so much action.

  "What are you going to do with that?" asked Jaxxon.

  "Oh, I don't know. I was thinking maybe, this—" she said and started to suck it, wrapping her pert lips around his fat shaft, slowly letting his engorged cock's head fill up her mouth until there was hardly any space left for her tongue. Speaking of her tongue, she started to work it around that bulging orb of goodness, sucking and licking the end of Jaxxon's cock like it was a delicious treat.

  "That's fine with me," he said, feeling at ease with a woman sucking his dick, not at all embarrassed or in a hurry to move things along. "Suck my dick, Simone. Take care of it for me."