THE ENGINSEER - Part II

They finished the day's survey two hours early - Misty's presence did help a great deal. After thinking it over, Watt decide to get some of the next day's scheduled work out of the way as well. It would be good to build up a safety-margin. In fact, it might be a life saver once winter closed in.

It occurred to Watt that he really should report to Control that it was now possible to cover more ground during a typical work-cycle.

Or Control could just consume its own waste and Watt could get on with having a marginally easier life.

Watt decided to go with the latter option.

Back in the cell, a compressed message from Jen was stored in the comm-terminal.

"Watt, review the attached material and call me," the subject text read.

Watt uncompressed the message zip. It contained two files.

The first file was more text. It looked like a section taken from an introductory Medicae course-slate.

As he read, a mildly disgusted expression appeared on Watt's face. The process of masturbation wasn't horrible, but it involved base flesh-urges and certainly seemed undignified. It was also different between males and females. And with men there was a release of bodily fluid that sounded messy. The course-slate insisted that masturbation was normal among the non-chemgelded when they didn't have access to other means of sexual release. It also claimed that the process was pleasurable - especially the culmination.

Watt closed the text file and opened up the next file. It was video, but the pict-screen was initially blank.

Then a voice began to speak. "This is Schola Medicae Practicum 17 hyphen B, Demonstration number 4 in study group MED106 hyphen 8. The student subject is RS hyphen 1039. The subject is the only male in a four student study group. He is nineteen standard years of age, in good health, with some internal cranial augments, but otherwise unmodified. His chemgeld supplements were counter-acted two standard months ago, at the beginning of the current year. He has reported several instances of spontaneous erections since then, occurring with increasing frequency."

Watt blinked in surprise. The voice was precise and professionally detached, but it certainly sounded like a younger Jen.

The camera suddenly focused in on a skinny, blond, young man in a white robe. He was standing next to what looked like a standard examination table. He seemed nervous.

"Your turn, Abec!" another female voice - definitely not Jen - called out eagerly.

Watt continued to watch. At first he was stoically studious. Then he became disgusted. Then horrified.

"Time to orgasm was thirty-seven seconds," Jen's voice reported with obvious concern. "That's pretty fast according to our class materials. And much faster than the time required for the rest of us. Abec, are you okay?"

"I... I'm sorry," Abec croaked. "I think it was because all of you went first. I was hard all through that..."

"Gee, that's a lot of fluid!" another feminine voice added in what sounded like shock.

"Get a towel!" Jen snapped.

Then the video file ended.

Watt closed his eyes and cradled his face in his hands. "Oh, Omnissiah," he whispered, "the sheer indignity of flesh is... is..."

Then words failed him.

"Why didn't you tell me that you liked men?" Misty said as she put a bowl of stew in front of Watt. Then she sat next to Watt on the storage container she used as a stool. She had a much smaller bowl for herself.

Watt looked up. "What?" he asked in surprise.

Misty swallowed some stew and pointed to the pict-screen with her spoon. "That was pretty amateurish. I mean... the official-footage style has some charm, but whoever produced it went too far with the bad lighting and the simplistic camera-work. I have access to much better in my sensorium files. Do you have a specific interest in medicae-fetish material involving submissive males and multiple dominant females? I have 112 terrabytes of such material available."

"I'm not sure what you're talking about," Watt answered. "This file was sent to me by a Medicae. I'm no longer receiving chemgeld treatments and there have been some consequences. I had an erection. Do you understand what I'm talking about?"

Misty smiled. "Yes, sir, I have a rough idea."

Watt nodded. "I'm supposed to do what that student did in the video. It's called 'masturbation'."

"I've heard of that as well," Misty added. For some reason, she was still smiling.

Watt picked up his bowl of stew. "I guess there's no hurry. I'll take care of it later on," he said with mournful determination.

Misty was done with her dinner. Looking Watt in the eyes, she slowly and carefully began licking her spoon clean. Watt noticed that she had a sharp and very pink tongue.

Watt blinked. Then he looked down at his crotch.

"Damn, it's back again," he muttered.

Dinner was done. The pot, bowls, and utensils had been washed and put away.

Misty dried her hands with a light cloth as she looked at Watt. "When are you going to masturbate, sir?" she asked.

"Right now," Watt said. He seemed fatalistically determined.

"Do you have an erection?" Misty asked.

"Not at the moment, but apparently it can be created with relatively little stimulation. And sometimes one will appear for no reason at all."

Misty nodded as she hung up the wash-cloth. "Why don't I go first?"

"Go first?" Watt repeated blankly. "What do you mean?"

"I'll masturbate first - then you can go. It might make you less nervous."

Watt frowned. "You're obviously not having erections."

Misty chuckled. "No, but I easily enter into a state of sexual arousal. It's a part of my design."

Watt was still frowning. "What? Why were you designed that way?"

Misty looked Watt square in the eyes. "For efficiency's sake - I'm always ready for a sexual encounter with minimal foreplay required."

Watt shook his head. "You've lost me," he admitted.

Misty kicked off her boots. "I'm always ready for an orgasm, and I enjoy them a great deal, so they can be used as a reward for good behavior on my part."

Very efficiently - in one single, well-practiced, motion - Misty unzipped and peeled off her body-glove.

"You seem to spend a lot of time naked," Watt said as he eyed Misty's bare body.

Misty gave him an impish smile. "I'm programmed to enjoy being naked around my users. And my users seem to like it as well."

Watt cocked his head in Misty's direction. "So... are you going to masturbate?"

Misty's smile became even broader. "Oh, yes. Do I have your permission?"

"Well... yes," Watt replied in a puzzled tone of voice.

Then Misty sat on the bunk, turned so she was facing Watt, and leaned back - putting her shoulders against the wall. Pulling her legs up, she braced her bare feet against the metal rail that was the edge of the bunk. Her legs were open very wide. Then she gave Watt a dazzlingly mischievous grin.

Watt found himself staring. He knew the basic design of female genitalia, but Misty's blatant display somehow seemed far more interesting than the bland textbook images that he remembered from Scholam and the things he'd seen in hygiene manuals. And Misty was looking at Watt in a manner so ferociously intense that it was almost unnerving.

"Watch closely," she ordered. Then she began touching herself.

Watt observed carefully. Actually he couldn't help himself.

Eventually, Misty ended up in Watt's lap, facing him with her legs straddling his thighs. She had a hand between her thighs and was still touching herself.

"Oh, sir, aren't I a bad girl?" she asked Watt. Her eyes were bright with amusement.

"I... I... don't see how you're being bad," Watt semi-stuttered. For some reason, he seemed oddly warm and shaky. "You're performing as expected, aren't you?"

"Oh, sir, you don't understand. Females - women - aren't supposed to be like this. We're supposed to be modest and restrained, especially where sex is involved. If we act otherwise, we're terrible."

"Who created those rules?" Watt asked doubtfully. He was still staring into Misty's eyes. And he was aware that he had yet another damned erection. For some reason, he seemed to have a lot of them around Misty.

Misty shook her head. "It's part of a psycho-evolutionary process connected to the female role in child-bearing. However, that doesn't matter, sir. I need you to accept it and tell me that I'm a bad girl."

Watt hesitated.

"Please?" Misty wheedled. Her hands were still busy.

"Uhm... you're a bad girl?" Watt said tentatively.

Misty closed her eyes and licked her lips. "That's a start. Say it again. Say it like you really mean it. You've disciplined subordinates, haven't you? Do it like that. Please. I'm programmed to orgasm harder if you talk to me like that."

Watt considered that for a few seconds. Then he squared his shoulders and cleared his throat.

"Unit MST-007! This is disgraceful! I expect more from you than this sort of inefficient behavior!"

Misty's eyes opened and she pursed her lips into a circle. "Yes. Like that, sir," she gasped. "Thank you, sir. Thank you."

"You can't go through life manipulating yourself! It's ignominious and inefficient!" Watt barked.

"Ohhh... Yeeeees..."

"You're a shameful, scandalous, hedonist who's completely caught up in her fleshy components!" Watt continued.

"Yes, sir! Yes, sir!" Misty moaned, her eyes screwed shut again. "I'm so bad! I'm such a dirty girl!"

Watt wondered about that last part. As near as he could tell, Misty was meticulously hygienic. There were parts of this that he clearly didn't understand.

"And I hope you don't expect an acceptable performance evaluation!" Watt thundered.

That did it.

Misty let out a shrill cry as she climaxed.

"That was good. Thank you, sir," Misty whispered yet again. She was still naked, but she was no longer in Watt's lap. Instead, she was kneeling in front of his chair, with her arms wrapped around his waist. The side of her face was in his lap.

Watt wondered if she found the solid bulge of his erection to be uncomfortable. It was pressing right up against Misty's cheek.

He was also making sure that his leg-blades weren't up against Misty's bare flesh. She was unlikely to injure her, but the blades could become very cold.

"I loved the part about the performance review," Misty added - she still seemed partially out of breath. "The next time we do this, could you please say that again? And maybe be specific about what you're putting in my review?"

"That was very... involved," Watt said carefully. Truth to tell, he was shocked. That much emotion and sensation, all apparently triggered by flesh-based desire, was very unseemly. Was that sort of thing really common among the non-Mechanicus?

If so, Watt felt dreadfully sorry for them.

"I don't think I'll need all of those... words... when I masturbate," Watt added nervously. "In fact, I think I would find it distracting."

Misty looked up at Watt. "Let's skip the masturbation," she told him as she began unbuckling his pants.

Watt frowned. "Misty, I have orders from a medicae."

"I'll show you something better," Misty said. Then she pulled his pants down to mid-thigh.

Watt began to panic, "Misty, don't..."

"Hush," Misty said as she paused in what she was doing. "Turn out the lights."

Fumbling behind him, Watt hit a switch and the cell went dark. Then Misty pulled his pants the rest of the way off.

Yes, Watt thought in relief. She wouldn't be able to see his stumps connected to the simple blades that were his lower legs. That was better.

Watt took a deep breath and tried to touch his penis, but Misty trapped his hand with hers.

Then a soft, wet, warm, and marvelous trail of sensation traveled up Watt's penis, from the base to the tip. Then it descended again.

With a jolt, Watt realized that Misty was doing... something... to his penis with her tongue.

It felt fantastic. Watt let out a long, low, moan of sheer pleasure. He didn't dare say anything. If he did, Misty might reply, which meant she might stop what she was doing.

Misty's tongue trailed up again. Then she found a spot just below the head of his penis and began working on it with short, sharp, licks.

"Oh, Omnissiah..." Watt whispered. The sensation was incredible.

And it was also nothing compared to what Misty did to him next, after she took him entirely into her mouth.

"So that's sex?" Watt asked quietly. The lights were still off and he was still naked from the waist down. He could hear Misty moving around the cell.

The lights were still off, so Misty must have engaged her echo-location sensors.

"That's oral sex," Misty corrected as she put a cup in his hand. Watt automatically drank it. It was hot water, flavored with some sort of sharp-tasting spice.

"There are many forms of sex, sir," Misty continued. "Masturbation is the simplest. I thought we could skip that and move on to a more advanced procedure. How do you feel?"

Watt carefully put the empty cup on the terminal behind him. Then he reaching down and gently squeezed himself. For the moment, he was definitely not hard, although there was also some residual stiffness.

"I feel good, but there's a mild stinging sensation."

Misty knelt before Watt again, resting her arms and head on his thighs. "That was your first ejaculation, sir. Channels inside of you that were closed until now have been opened. The stinging feeling should go away soon."

Watt ran his hand through Misty's short hair. Misty sighed in pleasure as he massaged her scalp with his fingertips.

"Do you want me to do it again?" Misty asked.

"I don't think that's possible right now."

"We'll see," Misty replied, "but I'd like to suggest some terminology changes."

Watt frowned. "What do you have in mind?"

Misty went through the basics.

"Cock and blowjob," Watt repeated thoughtfully. "So I might say something like, 'Misty, thank you for blowjobbing my cock'?"

"Not quite, sir, but you're close. We'll go over it in more detail later on. Oh, and there will be a quiz."

"A quiz?" Watt repeated nervously. He'd never been very good at quizzes.

But then Misty took him in her mouth once again and he stopped worrying.

The lights were still off. Misty was still on her knees in front of Watt.

"Oh, Omnissiah," Watt whispered to nobody in particularly.

"He didn't suck you off, sir. I did."

Misty sounded amused.

Watt chuckled. "True. Oh, by the way, are you swallowing the fluid I'm producing?"

"Yes, sir. It's called semen - 'cum' if you want to be less formal - and I'm programmed to enjoy the taste."

"Is that safe? It won't damage your internal systems?"

"It's fine, sir. It's actually nutritious and my body chemistry can process it. I've had users who only fed me their semen. Sometimes for weeks on end."

"Odd, but it seems efficient."

"Yes, sir. Speaking of which..."

Three times was enough. Misty seemed willing to continue, but Watt wasn't. In fact, he was sure that he was done with sex forever. It was fun, but for some reason he was now completely disinterested.

"Let me up," Watt said as he began to carefully stand on his blades. Misty scooted out of his way, but then handed Watt his pants.

After pulling on his pants and buckling them, Watt turned on the lights. Misty was kneeling next to the bunk, watching him with satisfied eyes.

And then Watt remembered a promise that he'd made.

Leaning over the comm-terminal, Watt keyed Jen's number. Again, she answered quickly.

"Watt, it's good to hear from you! Are your ready for your masturbation session? Don't worry, I'll supervise. Do you mind if I video it? It's... uh... for later review."

Watt grimaced. "Sorry, but I don't think it's necessary."

Jen looked disappointed. "Oh, you did it without me?"

It took a moment for Watt to find words. "Not exactly. I have a servitor with me. It serviced me with its mouth. Multiple times, as a matter of fact."

Jen blinked in surprise. "A servitor? They're not designed for that sort of thing! You could have been injured!"

Watt shook his head. "Misty, come over here."

Misty got to her feet and stood next to Watt.

Jen gave Misty a long and cool look.

"She's pretty," Jen said shortly. "And she's naked."

"I salvaged her from a plane crash," Watt told Jen eagerly. "She's intended for companionship and entertainment, and she knows a lot about sex! She does this thing she calls a blowjob..."

"Well... not completely pretty," Jen mused. "There's a certain dull roundness to her face, her breasts are tiny, and her shoulders are a bit too broad and heavy. And then there's the lack of augments."

"Really?" Watt said as he looked at Misty. He couldn't see what Jen was talking about. However, he did notice that Misty was staring back at Jen. And, like Jen, there was something oddly cold about the expression on her face.

"Ma'am, if you require a Medicae report," Mist said evenly, "I have performed oral sex on Observator Watt three times within the last two-and-a-half hours. He orgasmed in an entirely satisfactory manner all three times. Undoubtedly I will continue to provide sex for him whenever he desires. And I'm sure he will desire it quite often."

Then Misty locked eyes with Jen. "Quite often," she repeated. "Oh, and his semen is healthy and delicious. I found claiming his virginity to be a most enjoyable task and I look forward to being his sex-provider in the future."

Watt noticed that Jen had begun to drum her metal fingernails against her comm-terminal table. Watt had known Jen for almost as long as they'd both been alive, and he knew that was a warning sign. She was angry about something.

"Servitor, go stand in the corner," Jen ordered. "Face to the wall."

"Yes, ma'am," Misty said. Then she did that. It took some effort for Watt not to stare at Misty's nicely shaped backside. He'd noticed that he was beginning to look at Misty in a completely different way than before.

It took some effort, but Watt tore his eyes away from Misty and sat back down in his chair.

"Is something wrong, Jen?" he asked.

It took some time for Jen to answer. "No. Nothing. I just wanted to be - involved - when you orgasmed for the first time."

"Oh. I'm sorry, Jen. I didn't realize that," Watt replied regretfully.

"No, of course you didn't," Jen replied tightly.

"Uhm, I'm not sure what you mean. Did I misunderstand your instructions?"

Jen hesitated, and then shook her head. "No. I should have been more specific. It's my fault. I just didn't know... well, that doesn't matter. How are you feeling?"

"A little tightness behind my testicles..."

"That's your prostate," Jen interrupted.

"That happens if a man orgasms over and over again!" Misty called from her corner. "Big, gushing, full, orgasms! Into my mouth! While he cries out in ecstasy!"

Jen took a deep breath and said, "Shut. Up. You. Damned. Semen. Receptacle. People are talking."

Misty shut up. She didn't really have any choice.

It suddenly occurred to Watt that Jen, for some reason, didn't like Misty.

"And there was some stinging the first time..." Watt said hesitantly.

"That's normal," Jen replied.

"So everything is working out," Watt said. He was obviously relieved.

"I need to see you immediately," Jen told Watt very bluntly.

Watt hesitated. "Jen, I can't visit you and you can't come out here. You'll get in trouble."

"Watt, I am your Medicae of record. If I want to see you, I'll see you."

Jen was in that mode where she considered her decisions to be akin to laws of physics. Watt knew it well. It was actually rather frightening.

"Jen! No! It's dangerous!"

Jen suddenly looked very stiff and formal. "If I have to, I will take this all the way up to the Magos Medicae Seniorus. Now, we're done for the moment. Go back to sexing your ugly and stupid semen receptacle."

Watt was left staring at the suddenly blank screen. "Oh, no," he said softly.

"Bitch!" Misty hissed from her corner.

Watt shook his head. He had no idea what the blazes was going on.