The Doomed Detour

[Writers_Bloque]

Chapter 4 Issues of Consent

The pod made its way quietly through the man made mountain. The bodies of long dormant faceless androids littered the floor. We found a safe alcove, a rest area for the game that this place used to be. After her massive climax, the woman was out of it, passed out. The pod started its medical scans of the woman. It reported that she was slightly malnourished, dehydrated and that she had a birth defect that prevented her from communicating verbally, as her vocal cords were practically almost gone. With the tech from around the area, with the help of the pod, built her a vocalizer, which would translate her brainwaves that produced her silent voice into a slightly overly pleasant female voice.

I gently fastened it to her neck like a choker collar, she shifted a little in her sleep. The the real work began.

I gathered several of the lifeless androids and had connected them wirelessly to the pod. Then I grabbed two still fully charged spare batteries from the pod's storage, and connected them all to one, and then used the other to bring to life the long dormant food replicator. After some tweaking, and removing the credit systems, Now we had a source of free food and water. But I was far from done. Now became the food fueled work on getting these machines to live. Old combat droids that were only slightly overhauled and reprogrammed to serve as enemies in the game in the caves. It was shoddy, and crappy, and stupidly done, but easily remedied. I had removed the old AI, critically damaged from years of dormancy, and uploaded the ship AI's. Then as the last act of decrepit lunacy, driven to by the hellish situation I find myself in. I used up almost half of the onboard matter tank, a device that stores raw matter for the replicators, to craft each on a human skin body suit, made out of adaptive nano tech.

Female forms of course, to match the AI's personality coding. The Life Support AI was a large breasted mother type, the Combat systems a shorter, fiery tempered body type, and so on. Seven mechanical ladies, their combat systems fully engaged, and full access to their hidden on board weapons systems sprang to life as they woke up. Soon they crafted various styles of fashions to cover their artificial nudity. The onboard AI of the pod stayed in the pod.

After playing perverted Frankenstein, I ate a replicated local cuisine sandwich from the food replicator, and it was something. Not bad, but not something I would order first choice. We rested in that alcove as everyone monitored the situation outside, using the tiny sensors. The large vehicle was joined by here sisters that surrounded the mountain. But what caught my eye was the six dots a couple of miles above us, circling the mountain, obviously out of the range of the large vehicle's weapons. But the peace and quiet would not last, or could not last.

The mountain shook as from above the ships circling were firing on the walls of the cave. It seemed random, but then the Combat AI perked up, her voice haughty.

"They are creating a trap, leaving only one way out of the mountain."

She spoke, showing the map of the entire mountain complex. True to word, the few exits were blocked, save for one, that lead to a cliff, the walkway sky bridge had long since collapsed. A perfect spot for an aerial ambush. I thought a long minute before replying.

"Can you all replicate signs of life?"

"Easily."

The very large breasted android spoke.

"Nice, so lets wake everything up in here. And lets give the uninvited guests a warm welcome."

I commanded, leaving through the employee service door. It took me a tension filled search, and I managed to activate the power to the wireless charger for the rest of the androids of the complex, and then their control station to remove limiters, and make them seem like people to any and all sensors. And now I have a small army of delay tactics. Their weapons very hot, and I gathered them at the blocked exits, where they slowly reopened the passages. Then I gathered The Masturbation Sleeping Beauty, because she was still out like a light, and placed her in the seat underneath my seat, so that she cant have a round two go at my married dick, and after giving the orders, gathering everything of fucking value in the place, including every ounce of fuel, and the seven androids, transformed into hovering sentinel form, kept pace with the pod as we were escaping through the old service and cargo entrance, that did not show up on the map because it lead underground, to avoid ruining the aesthetics of the game. It would lead out half a mile to a secure warehouse, that made the trip to the first pod shorter.

But all hell broke loose, the owners of the large sexy war machines decided to all in aerial support, which instantly clashed with the flying unauthorized ships. Pirates. Unauthorized always meant Pirates, with the rare case of someone homemaking a ship, but two signed forms and five thousand credits paid to the Commonwealth's version of the DMV, and that broken clunker can become Authorized. Any good captain knows the look and difference between scrap clunker and Pirate. And the little screen in the pod showed that they were terrestrial sky Pirates. I chuckled. This is getting more interesting.

The four huge vehicles let out an entire regiment of armored, armed ladies. who proceeded to swarm the entrances and exits of the mountain, as the blockages fell, confronted by an almost equally sized army of androids, hell bent and insane, trying to end their lives. We managed to rush through the tunnel, dodging the lifeless cargo trains and holes and collapses. We left sensor range and when the large open door was rushing to greet us, the tunnel shook. And then the ceiling collapsed.

Standing between us and freedom were two women, naked, and had devices inserted into their glistening pussies. It was like two platforms, with two massive arms floating where they should be on that massive body, if there was a body at all, and two legs where they should be. The same insignia from the large machines outside told him that they did not come to play.

"STEP OUT OF THE POD, AND SURRENDER. COME QUIETLY AND YOU MAY BECOME A FAVORED PET. RESIST AND YOU WILL BE MADE TO HEEL."

I did not shudder. Outdated mechs were not really as frightening to me as they hoped. That dual pilot jalopy was far out of fashion in the Commonwealth.

"LIKE OMG, THAT ANTIQUE IS SOOO CUUUTEEEE!"

The weapons AI chortled before sending a particle beam slash at the small orb hovering in place. The arm fell lifelessly. It twitched as the arm lost communications from the main body.

"Sorry, but we will go with option three."

I spoke through the loudspeakers built into the pod. Then I launched forward, right between its legs, the well known lag of that giant mecha giving us time to pass through before it could turn around to follow us through the complex of storage racks and pipes. It was gloomy, the sun going down made the light coming through skylights look sadder. But the melancholy of the situation gave way to abject terror as the soldiers from the one giant vehicle that rejoined the group after its fun of hunting down outcasts, met with one of the planets larger, move vicious creatures. It looked like a chimera of an elephant body, reptilian head, with the large strong legs of a moose, ending in claws that effortlessly tore into the solid plascrete floor, shredding the material that could withstand a full nuke strike like it was old cloth, and three barbed tails coming from it ass. It moved like it did not weigh almost a ton, sticking to the shadows to hunt the easier prey. It ignored the pod, sensing its difficulty to hunt. So I floored it past others trying to turn this onslaught of women into a creature horror movie.

I managed to avoid other creatures, even one that ate rocks and spit molten metal, as we passed through what looked to be an abandoned zoo, the animals left to their own devices, and the few that survived, were not friendly, nor interested in being friends.

However, the onboard AI chirped something about the cargo beacon.

I did not activate it. I did not want anyone to pillage the ship. It was a company loaner, until my personalized hauler was paid off, which would have happened if this delivery was completed and I was casually sitting at the deck table on a planet that was described by almost the fully known universe as Heaven. Not cold, except the winter, and not deathly hot, except during the summer, and you were at one of the many beaches on the planet.

The AI said it was ordered to eject the cargo before impact, and the beacon was near by. Offered as a reason for the increased hostile actions. I asked to check the ship, and the AI reported that the ship was forty-five percent repaired, and the maximum security level was in effect, meaning self destruction upon entrance breach. The company would not allow anyone to storm the ship, even if it was crashed. It reported that the ship itself was covered in ice and rock, and that it was almost buried by a blizzard to almost complete concealment.

Reports state that once the ship reached eighty percent repair, it could force a lift off. But he was not leaving the planet until he gathered his wife and daughter, two cycles away from graduating college at eighteen. She was a prodigy. A rare naturally created and born human that exceeded all predictions. At eighteen she was a younger copy of her mother, though with light red hair, and half as stacked as his wife, but still nothing to sneeze at. And he would rip the throat out of any man who managed to touch her stacks, without mercy or guilt. But as I figured we were at a safe distance, in a gorge, hidden under some outcropping of rock, I set up some chem lights as my new partner was finally awake, she shouted.

"Where am I? and How am I talking?"

and then "HEY, A MAN!"

She jumped on me again. This time she managed to get my pants off, as I tried to pull her off.

"COCK!"

She froze about to lunge at me again. I held a knife in one hand, and had a loaded plate of food in the other.

"Eat first."

She looked dejected for a moment before her eyes lit up at the feast on the plate. Cock could wait, the was hungry and thirsty.

I sat the two liters of water, in its container next to the plate, she was violently eating from.

The woman drank half of the water in one go, and continued to eat like it would vanish in the next second. Soon the food was gone, along with the dessert pouch of a sweet unknown compound. The girl patted her full, almost distended belly.

"Cock now?"

She said, her limited vocabulary augmented by the device, which was straining to put into actual words what this woman was actually feeling and trying to say.

"Maybe, after you answer some questions........"

The night passed without further incident with the woman explaining things. (And no cock was given, the most I rewarded her with was a mutual masturbation session, with her forced to watch me jerk off.)

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In the dark, barren and sparse woods, the stasis pod opened, surrounded by a group of women in white and blue armor, holding weapons at the ready. She was fatally wounded, the crash down and being frozen caused every injury to multiply in intensity, ribs broken and causing her labored breathing as her lungs were pierced by bone. The onboard medical systems could only move the broken ribs out of the wounds, but the damage was done, her heart rate was dropping.

"Please.....my baby......."

A knife to the heart ended the woman's plea.

"Remove the embryo for storage. If it gestates it might be a male."

The women in the squad nodded as they placed a device over the dead woman's belly. It glowed underneath for a moment, and inside the amniotic fluid, was the beginnings of a life that would never know its true parents.

"Set her up for the trap. If we can catch the man, there will be a chance the Commander's plans will bear fruit, enough to overthrow the Central!"

The women cheered as they set about the work.

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The Dis, moored at the patrol station, a massive, threatening ship. A World class, Dreadnought type assault command vessel.

"Remove the quarantine barrier."

The sector's governor nodded. The older man standing before him almost just enough authority as he did, but in one area he lacked. The barrier was not because of some disease or conflict. It was a surgical excision of a completely profit drained sector, on a small hand full of planets in there had life, and even fewer had barely any high end resources. Having been cut off for so long had lagged their development.

"Okay, old friend."

"Good, the Dis will head out in two hours."

Two hours was all it really needed to prepare the massive ship to head out.

"Why there?"

The Governor asked, a little nervous. Ships like that were automatic declarations of war. No one knows who is in charge and the entire situation beyond the barrier. He could be walking into a mouse trap with tank tread feet.

"My daughter is trapped in there, with my son in law."

The High Admiral opened holo maps showing the course of the hauler should have passed through here a few days ago, but then the ship veered wildly off course into an ongoing pirate war, and right into the barrier.

"I will go get them myself."

He turned briskly and walked out.

The Governor remembered the day the ship was christened, the "Dis" named after the city in hell from an ancient Earth book. Mainly for the inscription on the gates, a warning of the horrors inside. Now striking fear in those who face the life ending ship. A fitting name for the old man's fury.

The Dis departed, as the last section of the barrier fell.....

[Writers_Bloque]

Okay, that was chapters 2 and 3. Seems like for once I manage to keep up with one of the stories I'm reading here.

So we are still in the setup phase of the story. I like that you are taking your time with this. I also admire anyone writing SciFi for how they handle technology in their story. I would endlessly overthink things: "Does this make sense?" or "Does this piece of tech feel believable?". I think my mind would never stop contemplating these questions.

I find your main character intriguing. Given the "female rapist" tag, I assume he's not in for a fun time on this planet of women. And overall, he seems likeable which is important so that I care for him when his abuse will ultimately begin. But what worries me a little for later in the story is the ironic detachment of his narrator voice that often comes through even when he is in the middle of a fight for his life. Maybe that's his way to cope with the danger of the situation? But I really hope that this detached ironic commentary will disappear as he gets emotionally invested in maybe the fate of his family and the abuse inflicted on him.

Thank you, Part 4 is up. The silly little internal commentary is a phenomenon studied where in situations your mind loses focus on the now, to drift a bit to deal with situation stress. Its not going to be appearing often, as some moments need his focus. I use it like seasonings, because sometimes it can get very dark, and that is a turnoff sometimes in an erotic story. The set up is done, in part four, now is the time for decisions and consequences. He is a happily married man, thrust into an absurd abstract situation where his loyalty will be tested, and his survival a must. But he is not perfect and flawed. I mean to be fair and honest, its the perfect dog at the fence situation. A married man is often described as a tamed dog in the yard, he can bark but not touch. Well what happens if he isnt fenced in anymore, would he be like faust, having his wish be access to a million or so beautiful women, while the condition of his wife is unknown, or be a chaste saint until he finds out her fate? can anyone honestly true to themselves remain faithful?

I took inspiration from the game and anime move of Dante's Inferno, how Dante tried to fight against his fuck up, to redeem himself, not knowing his wife made a deal with the devil, betting on him being chaste and virtuous in the Crusades.

I still use the tech level of the Commonwealth from previous stories I have written, and I will also put out stories to flesh out this space spanning empire.

[Writers_Bloque]

There will be a small break in the story, as the Woman Explains the history of the planet she mustered to know.


Chapter 5 A History of Depravity.


A Comprehensive report of the planet Hedonia Gamma VI.

System: Hecate Sigma.

Planet: Hedonia Gamma VI

Designation: Pleasure planet, Minute physical resources.

Population: 395 Billion Humans and Humanoids

GDP: 3 trillion credits a cycle.

Source of Income: Sex Tourism

We will see the events of the past event that brought an entire planet to ruin.*

*Taken from survivor refugee accounts as detailed in report HDCR-1204


The bright filtered sun and cool breeze swept the hover train station. The move from the stuffy labs in the Core systems was refreshing. Here she could create her own team of researchers, devoted to carry on the research, in this boonie sector. The fools from the Government shut down the entire facility due to unethical and inhumane experiments. It pissed her off to a simmering rage in her chest. Her biggest problem....

Men.

All of them were useless and a waste of life and genetic material. She hated every single one of them. They were loud, chauvinistic, crude and utterly worthless. She made it a life long point to not even consider them truly human. That's why she ruined many promising projects that had a male lead. Accusations of theft, and even damning accusations of sexual violence.

The pot of her anger boiled over on one particular day.

She had to deliver her monthly status report and budget to the Director, who was a creep in her book.

She approached the door respectfully and awaited her acknowledgement and the door to slide open. A petty trifle in her monthly schedule.

"Why do we keep her around, all she is doing is researching something trivial and useless. An exact point and trigger for the XY chromosome? It's disgustingly clear, that she hates men, and having our facility's name on a project that could potentially be used as a weapon is sick."

The woman, a colleague from the other lab, one who was fighting her for more funding spoke in a husky voice.

A grunt, then another, a sexy sigh through gritted teeth and then a mutual sigh.

"Do not worry, the board considers her a fringe project, barely pushing out bankable results. Within a year she will probably be shuffled off to some remote lab, to finish out her tenure and vanish quietly, all of her hard work and breakthroughs absorbed quietly. The best she can hope for is some minor lifetime achievement award later in life at her retirement."

The male voice cooed.

A few seconds later, the door slid open and the disheveled woman walked past her with a smirk.

"Trash."

She whispered as she passed her rival.

The waiting researcher entered, delivered her report, choosing to ignore the woman's semen covered panties on the floor, and the smell of sex and shame lingering in the air.

"Good job. You may go."

He dismissed her as a young pair of interns entered, and as they were disrobing, the door slid closed. She slid down the wall, as the not too quiet sounds of a full heat threesome grew hotter.

"Maybe if I spread my legs too, I will get some respect."

She spoke to herself before almost retching at the thought of that semi muscular man using every part of her body to satisfy his wanton and disgusting wants.

But she knew. Her mother was correct, after she killed her husband, for no reason.

"His touch was disgusting. You are the only good thing that came from him."

No rhyme, no reason.

Her father was a good man. Always straight home from work, doted on her and her mother, and genuinely was an honest family man.

But the day her mother told her that, as she was being led away in cuffs to stand trial, and be executed by molecular disassembly, the seeds were planted.

She watched her die. Her screaming in mortal terror and pain, and then the next moment she was gone, absorbed into the raw matter tank to be used to make something.

A dark thought was now growing in her mind.

It was all his fault. Then it became all men's fault as her spinster aunt, the actual provoker the murder over the years.

What she left out from the story to her niece was the fact that she wanted her brother in law. And hoped her sister would frighten him into divorce so she could swoop in and marry him. But her useless bitch of a sister just straight up killed him.

Now she was stuck raising the little cunt, so she used the chit as her personal toy, hypocritically teaching her to fear and hate men, while going out to bang the studly pool boy.

Back in the present, on the platform, she was working things out in the mind.

Maybe her research could be used to "straighten" out the XY chromosome to make less disgusting men. Maybe breed weak and docile men, who could be used and tossed aside, sad and broken, a self correcting problem, broken men jumping into incinerators, after being exploited and wrung dry.

This evil notion put a smile on her face, as a bullied college boy was pushed onto the track, and into her, which forced her into the protective energy barrier, the earring melting through the lobe and burning her face and shoulder as the twist of her head sent molten metal to splash on her face, her glasses melting, leaving terrible looking wounds on her face.

The boy did not fare well either, cut cleanly in half by the barrier and a subsonic train passing by. It would be miles before anyone cleaned half of his lifeless corpse off.

In the hospital, she woke up. The healing process removed most of the damaged skin, leaving a jagged scar in the shape of the universal male symbol, right on her cheek.

Her earlobe was repaired, and after a two day observation, she was discharged.

But the emotional scars did not heal.

She hated the boys, all of them, even the dead bullied boy.

So her return to the lab was a quiet on.

An almost finished project, this time weaponized.

A substance, when added to pure water or chloronated, or purified water would turn into a gas that contained a chemical that would break down the XY chromosome. It was a brutal and slow death.

A silent Intern researcher had documented everything, believing her new boss was growing more psychotic each passing day, and on the day of the event, she tried to get the authorities involved, but it was far too late.

It started in the sexy bath houses. Men were not feeling well. Then started attacking everyone. Then the mass rapes, and finally, the men keeled over dead.

She laughed on the roof of her lab. Laughed wickedly, preparing to mass produce the chemical, and spread it all over the Commonwealth. Soon the males would be an ultra minority, and that was fine for her.

However, once the world knew who killed the men off, she was shot in the knees, trying to board a private hauler, and strung up in the cities square. A pile of fast lighting wood under her, and her face crazed with a wild, psychotic smile.

"I DID IT. I SAVED THE BETTER PART OF HUMANITY FROM THE DISGUSTING MEN, WHY ARE YOU KILLING ME, INSTEAD OF MAKING ME YOUR QUEEN?"

The first rock hit her in the nose.

Her plan's problem was she only targeted a small part of the entirely infinite chromosome family, and the only pair adapted to this planet, forged by exposure to the green sun. It would only kill this worlds men, and even then it only shaved off a quarter of the men on this planet.

But the lingering effects would whittle down the male population, making men who were effected beast like, and then impotent.

Only ten thousand men remained after the euthanizing purge.

That was exactly one hundred years ago to the day.

Now the current population"

140 million women

30 thousand men, and falling.

Dr. Kalia Rebecca was burned at the stake.

She died as people pelted rocks at her, and citizens with guns shot her as she burned.

Her charred corpse was removed, tossed disrespectfully into the disassembler and her matter, along with the matter of all of her research was reformed into a free public sexbot hooker.

The ultimate shame for a life wasted on a petty hate born of a lie.

END OF REPORT.

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The night air was cool, as the pod floated into a fjord. The waterfall was barely a stop as the pod drifted into the cave behind it.

It opened with a hiss, and the woman inside, crawled out, battered but no worse for wear.

She stood up, stretched and was immediately covered in a sack of some sort, and carried off, the sound of armored boots crushing little rocks in the cave.

"Well this is pod two, a teen girl."

"Maybe a good chew toy for the Commander, as that bitch needs a new personal snatch tongue washer."

The crude soldier women laughed as the large command vehicle stopped and opened the hatch for their entry.