The Companion

Chapter 11

“Wait a minute—WAIT A MINUTE!” Simmons trilled struggling under the massively strong companions. “I thought you said this was an informal investigation!”
“I assure you it is.” The android agent replied in a nonplus manner.
“Then why the rough treatment--whatever happened to the three laws of robotics? Surely you know the first—no robot may ‘injure a human being or through inaction allow a human being to come to harm’! You are in error—you are disobeying your primary basic command! You cannot allow me to come to any harm!”
The women giggled finding this all very amusing; the Eros agent silenced them with a look.
“Excuse me, Dr. Simmons, but I am afraid you are confusing me with those inferior robots that were manufactured in the late 21st Century. My mandate is not to protect human beings—no, not at all, but rather to safeguard Eros’ investments.” He gave the German shepherd an imperceptible nod. “Rachel, if you would be so kind…”
Simmons twisted his head around doing his best to follow the hybrid’s every movement, “What the fuck are you doing? HEY—STOP IT!”
While the tigress had him restrained, the German shepherd companion was shredding the bed sheets and using the strips to tie his arms and legs to the bedposts. His thrashing in no way bothered Rachel as she meticulously went about her work.
“Frisky little bugger isn’t he?” Roxy commented.
“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS YOU MOTHER--!”
The agent wagged his finger disapprovingly, “Such language will not be tolerated Dr. Simmons…Really! And to think you actually kiss your girlfriend with that filthy mouth…Rachel, if you please…”
Smiling, she took a hold of Simmons’ right hand and carefully splayed the fingers apart…
“NO!” He tried to wrench his hand away but the hybrid playfully slapped at it.
“Huh uh…Mustn’t touch.” Rachel scolded.
“Oh my God—WAIT—I’ll talk!” It was the fear of not knowing what they had intended to do with him that sent Simmons into a tailspin panic. “OH MY GOD—PLEASE!!!”
“You’ve had your chance doctor but you haven’t told me anything useful.” The android clucked.
“What do you want to know?” The tech’s voice was shrill, trembling, “Ask me!”
“Very well…How did you come by the design for the Companion, designate 469?”
“I-it had already been downloaded into the computer system.” Simmons stuttered. “I swear I didn’t do anything differently! Why? What’s so special about it? As far as I know it was an ordinary bulldog design that we have used countless number of times.”
The agent put his dark shades back on. “Yes, that may be so but that particular design template you used for the companion was special. If you haven’t already noticed, Rachel and Roxy were constructed using a similar design. In fact all of the Companion agents from our Special divisional sector were created using it and it was never intended to be used in the public manufacturing process.”
“Why?” Simmons audibly gulped.
“If I tell, then I must kill you…You don’t have the proper security clearance to be privy to that information.”
He paled considerably. “I-I didn’t know!”
“What I am trying to understand doctor, if you didn’t know and you immediately suspected that something wasn’t quite kosher, why did you continue on with the production of Companion 469?” The android demanded. “It was your duty to destroy then report the incident to your supervisors but you didn’t do that. In fact, you allowed the Companion to leave the compound!” He waited tapping his foot impatiently for Simmons to answer.
“Can I just break a couple of his fingers to get him to answer?” Rachel asked.
“No my pet…at least not yet…He’ll respond to my question without any prompting.”
“I DID IT BECAUSE HE BEGGED ME NOT TO DESTROY HIM! HE BEGGED FOR HIS LIFE! WHAT ELSE WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO? I FELT BAD FOR HIM!” Simmons shrieked.
Roxy and Rachel both giggled, “The Companion begged for his life!”
“What an inexcusable reaction, doctor!” The android stood up and began pacing the room, his associates watched waiting with morbid anticipation. “It is logical to say then, that you are somehow involved with the perpetrators who broke into the system…that makes more sense to me.” He thoughtfully concluded.
“NO—THAT’S NOT TRUE!”
“No? I do not believe out of the kindness of your heart you let the Companion live.” The android nodded towards Rachel. “Do it.”
“Do what?! NO—GOD PLEASE NO!”
Gripping Simmons’ hand in her strong one, the German shepherd began to systematically break each digit while reciting a nursery rhyme,
“This little piggy went to market—CRACK! This little piggy stayed at home—CRUNCH! This little piggy had roast beef—SNAP! This little piggy had none—POP!”
The tigress stifled his shrieks with a pillow being careful not to smother him; she frowned at her partner. “You know Rachel that nursery rhyme applies only to toes, not fingers!”
“What does it matter? I’ve always wanted to recite it and now I have been given that chance…” She paused, “Damn it Roxy—I’ve lost my place now I’ll have to start all over again!”
So starting from the beginning, Roxy crushed Simmons’ fingers while reciting the nursery rhyme again. This went on and on until all his fingers looked like broken match sticks bent in every direction. Satisfied with her work, the Companion stepped back and beamed at the android waiting for his praise.
“Excellent work as usual Rachel, I am extremely proud of you.”
Simmons’ screams at this point had died down to watery whimpers, the agent nodded towards Roxy to remove the pillow. “Now that you see how serious we are, are you ready to explain your actions doctor?”
He nodded weakly; the excruciating pain in his hand was making him see black spots in his field of vision.
“Don’t faint on me Dr. Simmons…It would not be wise of you to lose consciousness…Roxy…”
“Fucking…Bastard…” The tech whimpered; he bit his tongue to keep alert not wanting the tigress to touch him and told them everything that he knew not holding anything back. Simmons spilled his guts because he was deathly afraid for his life and did not want to die for his mistake. Once he was finished, his voice petering out to a tear-filled whisper, the agent smiling encouragingly signalled to the women to release Simmons.
“I don’t trust him.” Roxy spat. “I think he is lying.”
“Your job, my dearest is not to think; you leave that part to me—release him NOW!”
She did so reluctantly.
“You have been most cooperative, doctor.” The android had his hands neatly folded behind his back watching Simmons; the tech was assisted into a seated position on the edge of the bed.
He was nursing his broken fingers refusing to meet his interrogator’s gaze. “You didn’t have…to break…my fucking fingers…I would have told you everything.”
“I do apologize for that…” The android said dismissively. “You may think my methods rather harsh but they are quite effective in getting to the truth of matters. As for your hand, I will repair the damage that you have sustained…We can’t have people questioning you about that especially your girlfriend.” He leaned towards the tech. “It is interesting that the Companion, Derrick, has learned so conveniently to direct his pheromones thus controlling you…Again that is something that only the Companion Special agents possess.”
Simmons cringed away from the agent. “I am NOT under his control—you’re full of shit!”
The android shrugged, “Are you so certain? I think you are more than entitled to a little demonstration…Think of it as a reward for being so…helpful.” He glanced over at the tigress. “Roxy…We haven’t utilized your talents…Come here my dear and give the good doctor here a demonstration of your incredible abilities…”
“I would be happy to!” She skipped over to Simmons discarding her dress as she went and stood before him naked.
His eyes widened with shock, “You are fucking kidding me! You expect me to become sexually aroused after crushing my hand?!”
She brazenly took a seat on the tech’s lap making herself comfortable. “Oh you poor baby…” She giggled playing with his hair. “We are very versatile in our methods; we can dole out pain as well as give incredible pleasure.” To emphasize her point, Roxy licked Simmons’ neck with her rough tongue. He shivered revolted by the sensation; she clicked her tongue.
“All you require is a little incentive to rev up your engine.” The tigress purred.
Immediately the sweet delicate fragrance of cinnamon permeated the air; Simmons couldn’t help but take a deep breath of the enchanting scent…The painful throbbing in his hand diminished becoming nothing more than a distant memory replaced with the raging fire of lust that burned in his loins. That was when he realized too late that something weird was happening to him.
“W-what are you doing to me? I feel so strange…” His tongue felt sluggish in his mouth making it difficult to enunciate his words. “Y-you…drugged me…”
“I did no such thing.” Roxy whispered indignantly nipping Simmons’ ear with her sharp canines. “You, lover boy, are reacting to my pheromones—pleasant isn’t it? Open up to me doctor—free your inhibitions, let my rhythm be your guiding light…”
Mesmerized by the sound of her silky voice, he glanced up into the deep brown eyes of the goddess before him. Zanny paled in comparison to Roxy’s stunning beauty. Simmons let his good hand dance across the hard sinewy muscles of her leg, slide up her torso to cup a plump breast, then entwined in her hair pulling the tigress down for a hot kiss.
“I…want you…” He panted abruptly breaking away from her. “I…I…want to be inside you…”
“What are you waiting for? An invitation? Show me how much you want me, Dr. Simmons.”
“Would you hurry it up, Roxy?” The agent grumbled. “We are falling behind schedule—we have places to go, people to visit especially Marcia Hargrove. Rachel, lend your assistance and speed things up.”
“Of course!” The German shepherd shed her clothing and quickly joined in on the fun.
Simmons mind was in a muddled state—the Companion’s faces blurred before him making it difficult for him to distinguish Rachel from Roxy as they both descended hungrily upon him. His senses were in turmoil, nothing made sense and what made it worse is that he had no control over his treacherous body!
NO! He tried to shout. Stop—Leave me alone! I don’t want your FILTHY hands on ME!
Instead moans of pleasure erupted from his parted lips as they fucked him. Stop this madness! Body why are you betraying me? He silently wailed but nevertheless he submitted willingly to them…
The android casually watched the sexual ruckus unfolding before him with a detached uninterested eye. He could not for the life of him comprehend the enjoyment derived from such a barbaric act: it was messy, lewd, and extremely noisy. He shrugged and held up his vid-camera ensuring that he captured the event and while he did this, a wan smile crossed his otherwise serious features, “Smile for the camera, Dr. Simmons…This is just some insurance to make certain you stay…cooperative.”