Savage Planet Cyborg

by Cheyenne Hart

  "Not again anyway," said Simone. She'd had to pee after drinking the spirits, and there was a conveniently placed container on one of the shelves. At the time, she had been upset to say the least.

  "That was funny," said Bree. "I'm glad I didn't have anything to drink tonight. Then again, I didn't have any surgery to take care of before I fucked a cyborg, so there was really no need to get drunk."

  Simone shook her head. "I didn't get drunk. It was just a sip. I still blame myself for what happened to you and I feel terrible. That was my way of coping."

  Jaxxon didn't want to put up with this kind of half-friendly bickering any more. Just the sound of their sweet, feminine voices was going through his ears and shooting up the shaft of his thick cock. He'd been sitting with his legs together, on the bench and not near either of the women, who had moved over to the medical examination bed.

  "It's getting damn hot in here though, I agree. I think I might take this off." Bree pulled her work shirt off over her head. The bra underneath was black, but the front was partially transparent, showing the shape and some of the color tone of her delightfully perky nipples. They were pointing at Jaxxon, beckoning him to go over there and unfurl his masculine frustration by fucking her until she screamed for him to relent.

  "What're you thinking about?" said Simone to him.

  Shit, she'd noticed him looking at her friend's breasts. Surely she couldn't blame him in a situation like this. "Nothing," said Jaxxon, blinking profusely to hide where his eyes were focused, and then quickly staring straight ahead.

  "Even if I were to say this bra has always driven me crazy, and I want to take it off?"

  "Don't, Bree." Simone put her hand on her friend's arm to try and control her with the simple action. There was such a sense of dominance to the way Simone could carry herself sometimes, and that only worked to make Jaxxon even more attracted to her. Powerful women with confidence were nothing if not sexy.

  "This isn't going to end well if you keep this up," said Simone. However, Bree had already stood up and was now walking away from her. She stood by the door so that the other two could look at her but not reach her from where they sat, and undid her bra.

  Her tits weren't very large, but they were so round and youthful in the way they jiggled as Bree let her body bounce slightly. She smiled at Jaxxon as she did so, then winked at her friend. "What?" Bree said to her. "Oh, come on, you know it's not my fault, right? I'm only being so bad because of those nasty scents."

  "Just stop talking to me," said Simone, looking ahead. She didn't look at Jaxxon or Bree again for some time. Eventually, she said, "You're right though. It's only getting hotter in here."

  They were all sweating like crazy. At least, the two women were. As for the cyborg, well he was slightly damp but had a different system that took care of most of his body temperature regulation; it didn't involve much sweat. He'd also kept his shirt on, even though it would have been nicer without it. The temptation of being half naked wouldn't have helped him to remain in control. "We need to act soon though. If this continues, the air will become unbreathable within the next few hours."

  "If we even have that long. As for coming up with a plan, that's all you this time, big boy," said Bree. She stared at him for a long time after say that. After she didn't get the reaction she was hoping for from the cyborg, she shrugged and put her shirt back on, leaving the bra off now.

  16

  -Simone-

  What an absolute bitch! It was pretty fucking clear that she had dibs on Jaxxon. They'd only had sex together, after all. It was all Simone could do to stop herself from slapping Bree in her smug smiling face. But no, it wasn't her fault. If anyone could understand the things biological changes could do to a person's health and even their sanity, it was a doctor.

  Some noises started up outside the door, which was presumably still locked. Thankful for the distraction, Simone jumped up and ran over to the door to listen to what was going on.

  "What's happening?" asked Jaxxon. He sat up on the bench and swung his legs over the side in a sitting position. He still looked shaky.

  "They're arguing, I think. That's the woman, Starota. She's telling someone off, I think."

  Jaxxon was crestfallen. "Wait, she's not yelling at the General's daughter, is she? This could be bad. We have to get out of here no matter what, right now."

  Simone put her hand up to indicate that he should be quiet. "Wait," she said, continuing to strain her ears and try to hear what was being said. She was only catching every other few words, if that, but the gist of it seemed to be that the ventilation had been destroyed. "It's Drydee she's yelling at, and she sounds more than pissed."

  "Pissed?"

  "It means angry," said Bree. "Well, it means drunk too in some places. But not where we're from."

  "Right," said Simone. "He's the one who broke the ventilation?"

  Bree ran over to the door too now, acting excited. "That's right! I, ah, pushed him into this big metal housing that was in some kind of closet. That's where he took me to, well, do whatever he did.”

  "Don't worry, it's okay," said Simone. "Sounds like he's going to get his soon enough anyway."

  "We must have fucked up the ventilation when we dented in the housing. I wanted to know what was inside that! This whole place must be having air fed in from some surface level fan or something. But that would be so hard to hide, not mention, how the hell did it stay clean and free of debris, not to mention all that fucking sand out there! I mean, this is the desert!" She was getting excited about getting to the bottom of the air flow situation, but that was just classic Bree.

  The door made a sound as something knocked into it. Things were being moved out of the way and the handle turned. It was Starota herself, her face looking more ugly than usual with the scowl that was fixed upon it. "I'm pretty fucking sure even cyborgs can't breath without any air. And you two bitches are still worth more to me if you're alive. Come on, we're getting out of this fucking tomb. A certain fucking moron scent shifter destroyed our air supply."

  "Yeah, I'm actually the one who fucked it up, you ugly witch! When he was taking advantage of me," said Bree defiantly. If they were all going down anyway, she must have decided to make the most of it and speak her mind while she could.

  Brandishing the laser pistol and with her finger resting on the trigger, ready to fire, Starota glared at Bree with hatred. "I don't believe a skinny bitch like you could have done that kind of damage, and you're lucky I don't. You know what? I've had it with you already. And girls with small tits aren't worth much as sex slaves anyway. She pointed the laser at Bree's head, taking aim, smiling as she did so.

  "Wait," said Jaxxon. "You can keep my signal going, even if I do die. This unit comes right out and works as a tracking beacon. All you have to do is leave it here, and the General in Baklofer will think I'm alive and carrying out my mission."

  "Jaxxon, no!" cried out Simone. She had only just allowed herself to trust that he wasn't going to leave her or get himself killed, and now he was already volunteering to throw his life away in a last ditch effort. "There must be another way."

  "Shut up, blondie. How do I know you're not lying, metal man?" asked Starota, still keeping the laser pointed at Bree's head, but now focusing her eyes on Jaxxon.

  "Let me talk to him," said Drydee from outside the room.

  "Fine, all of you get out here now. And if you think you're going to try anything funny, just remember that beating G'oll gave the cyborg earlier."

  Once they were all out in the larger room that lead off into the other rooms, Drydee stood close to Jaxxon and asked him, "Can your signal beacon be kept on after being removed from you?"

  "Yes," replied Jaxxon.

  "Hmm…" The scent shifter made thinking sounds through his mask.

  Simone wondered if he'd taken that off when he and Bree had been alone. There was something oddly intriguing about him now that they were near.

  "Shit," he said. "I say he's telling the truth.
I wasn't expecting that."

  "No, neither was I," said Starota. "That is interesting though. Okay then, tell us how to remove it and we'll let your precious little aliens leave alive."

  Jaxxon laughed. "Okay sure, and why don't I just turn around and let you have your way with me while we're at it? Let them go right now, or I will never tell you."

  Starota walked up to Bree and pressed the laser pistol's barrel against her head. "Or, I could convince you that I'm not going to play any of your games, metal dick, by killing your spare human now."

  "You might be uglier than any man alive, but you still don't have the balls to do that, you fucking cunt." Jaxxon spat on the floor and glared at Starota.

  The baiting move worked, and Starota turned to point the gun at him instead. "I know your brain isn't laser proof, no matter how much metal you have everywhere else. Say that again to my face, if you still have any of your own manhood left."

  All of this talk was pissing Simone off. She was just as strong and able as any man, always had been. Nothing dangling between her legs would change that. It certainly meant that she wasn't stupid enough to risk everyone's lives over a matter of ego. "Just be quiet," she said to Jaxxon.

  "See! Your little bitch is the one calling the shots here. You're path—" Starota had motioned the laster pistol slightly toward Simone in her eagerness to berate and one-up Jaxxon.

  He shot out a lightning quick hand and grabbed it from her, then spun it around with the same hand, pulling the trigger almost before it was facing away from him. But it was, and the blast of bright red energy beamed out and caught the scar faced woman in the side of the neck, sending her to the cold, hard floor screaming. The smell of burning flesh quickly filled the stifled air in the poorly circulated room.

  Jaxxon wasted no time to boot Starota out of his way, catching her in the chest with his foot. The giant G'oll was rushing at him already. Adding to that smell of burning flesh, Jaxxon fired the laser again and popped the central eye on the fat, ugly head. The enraged Brutylian screamed at a high register that sounded strange coming from such a large man, and then slumped to the floor, not moving.

  Next, he remembered how troublesome the robot had been and found it standing in the corner of the room, shifting its square head left and right and apparently trying to calculate what it should do now that its current owner was seriously wounded. Jaxxon didn't have any pity for it at all, and send shot after shot of bright laser searing into the rusted out hull. Until, finally, it stopped moving, too.

  Although Jaxxon hadn't realized it until he stopped shooting, he'd been yelling with hatred the whole time. Since he had first snatched his weapon back from the scar faced woman, he had been doing so at the top of his lungs.

  "Jaxxon!" shouted Simone. "Look!" she motioned over to the entrance to the underground facility, where Drydee was holding Bree by the throat.

  "Just put that fancy toy of yours down, cyborg. Me and this tasty treat are going to leave through this door, and you're not going to try to stop us," he said, reaching down and taking a nasty looking knife with a jagged edge of serrated teeth from a sheath on his belt. "Otherwise, I'm going to give her another nasty hole that'll be even looser than the one down here." He grabbed her by her crotch with her other hand, and lowered the knife as he did so.

  Bree ducked forward, tears now freely flowing down her face, and pushed his arm away from her throat, grabbing the wrist and twisting the knife wielding hand around to face Drydee. Then, all she had to do was push away with her own body weight, sending the knife into the scent shifter's throat. He stepped back and slammed into the door that they'd all come through to get into the facility.

  Instead of pushing against him and finishing the job, Bree screamed and yanked the knife away from him, brought it toward herself—and hacked at his groin area until blood was flying. Finally, she put the blade deep into his chest and the terrible scent shifter sunk to the floor, still wearing his mask.

  Breathing so heavily it seemed that she might pass out, Bree walked over to where Simone was still standing, shocked and unable to process it all, then sank into her friend's arms and Simone held her for a long, quiet time.

  Eventually, when the air was getting almost too stifled to breathe, Jaxxon said. "I know that was intense, but we really should get out of here."

  "Yeah, he's right," said Simone. "Bree, what the hell though? How did you learn how to fight like that?"

  "Well, you know all those extra hours you started working once we were aboard The New Horizon? I've been using my free time without anyone to talk to and getting private lessons from Loraine, the ship's self defense trainer." Bree smiled a little, but it was a sad kind of smile, like her lips weren't willing to cooperate with her.

  "You could have put that to use sooner," said Simone.

  "Well, I've only had two lessons…"

  17

  -Jaxxon-

  He'd gone to find the Kalyss, the General's daughter. She was still tied up but thankfully no longer unconscious. Apart from a nasty bump and a sore head from being knocked out by Starota, there wasn't a hair harmed on her pretty young head.

  "Thank you," she said to him. "My father will reward you handsomely." Her voice was frail and it seemed like an ordeal just to speak and walk. That must have been caused mostly by shock, maybe dehydration too.

  "I'll make sure she's okay," said Simone. "Come with me, honey. You're going to be fine. There's no more bad guys left to hurt you now."

  Some time later, Simone had confirmed that Kalyss was okay, and the girl was napping comfortably against Bree's shoulder. The air outside in the tunnel was so fresh and flowing that it was like being on a whole new planet all over again.

  Jaxxon could feel his energy coming back to him, but there was still the overdriven sex drive to worry about. Having just shed so much blood, and seen killing done by someone who was until that moment not a killer, did wonders to reduce a man's want for sex.

  "What are we going to do now?" asked Simone. She and Bree had taken the girl and sat inside the escape pod, which must have seemed to them like the closest thing to home they could get. "Now that that's done with, we're basically back to square one. Your mission's completed and I guess you have to go back to your city and… go back into deep sleep. That leaves Bree and I kind of stranded still."

  "I… no, that can't be how this finishes." Jaxxon hadn't given it any thought really. He had been totally focused on doing what needed to be done; finishing the mission, getting back the General's daughter and the mysterious golden case, was the only thing on his mind. It was meant to be anyway! "Oh, shit! I have to go back inside the facility to find something. I was meant to bring something back."

  "Are you crazy? You're going to leave us out here alone?" Simone called after him, but he was already down the tunnel by the time she even noticed he was moving.

  Jaxxon found the golden case after turning the place upside down and sorting through everything that was left sitting around in all of the little room. That included the dank, sweltering first aid room where so many things had transpired in such a relatively short amount of time. But the case wasn't in any of the rooms—he found it shoved inside a compartment in the back of the now permanently offline robot, Blood Bucket. "Stupid name for a machine anyway," he said to its lifeless body after removing the golden case, not that it had really been alive when it was still moving. That thought was too deep for Jaxxon to handle at the moment, what with everything going through his head, and the enhanced libido to content with as well.

  The golden case was nothing special to look at from the outside. It wasn't even made from real gold. Instead, it was some kind of artificial material that usually only came from space faring civilizations that visited Lustrya. 'Plastic,' they called it. The golden exterior was just some kind of coloring. That anyone would go through so much effort to steal it was hard to believe. And Jaxxon had a hard time accepting that stealing Kalyss was Starota's main motivation behind breaking into the General's home.
No, she had made no attempt to ransom her back to Baklofer, and apparently planned to sell the hapless young woman into slavery. The case was the real reason this had all happened.

  If his life had been turned around like this for whatever was inside this cheap, fake gold case, he was damn sure going to take a look inside. Opening it up, he was almost offended to find that there was just a radio receiver inside. It was the kind that he'd seen used in the military and by some of the more wealthy and important people in Baklofer. This was not a technology that was built here, however. This radio had an extra attachment, and was actually linked to the case by a thick cable, making it one large unit in total.

  Shrugging and figuring that he had nothing left to lose—plus, needing desperately to know what this was about—the confused and battered cyborg pressed down on the receiver button and said, "Hello." That was stupid though. Whoever answered, if anyone did, they'd know it was someone who was not meant to be using the machine. "This is General Plahter. I have to cancel our next meeting." That was sure to weed some information out of whoever was on the other end.

  The thing crackled to life and an eerie voice came through. It was alien—more so than most beings he had dealt with on Lustrya. "You will not cancel our arrangement, General, or we will see you disappear from your bed at night."

  "You don't scare me," replied Jaxxon. "The deal is off."

  There was silence for some time, and possible the sound of multiple aliens in the background discussing something. "You have already tried to increase the number of new cybernetic soldiers your city will receive from our deal. We have been accommodating this far, but your further greed will not be tolerated. We will take the remaining cyborgs you have and replace them with the upgraded models. In exchange, you must now increase our share of gold by five percent. Consider that a warning to remember that you are dealing with the Gedex empire, and not some sunburnt merchant in your primitive bazaar. Do not contact us like this again. We will contact you from now on only." The static ended and the radio went silent.