"Hello, you may call me Bella" (closed)

[BellaMiles]

"Hello, you may call me Bella"

This is closed to such_a_bad_man and me​

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30 June 2045:

The crewman's eye lids began to flutter as consciousness returned to him. Robert Taylor had been in cryogenic stasis for over 14 months now, as had his 13 fellow crew members aboard the Callisto HOPE. It would take him another few minutes to fully open and focus his eyes, another thirteen to sixteen minutes after that to fully recall his surroundings and remember he was aboard a spacecraft heading for Callisto, and still another hour or more after all this to gain enough control of his body to allow Bella to help him out of his stasis bed.

Somewhere during that regaining your senses phase, a young woman leaned over his opened stasis pod and began unhooking the wire leads, fluid hoses, and other umbilical connections to his hibernation suit.

"Hello, you may call me Bella," she said giving him a rather crisp smile that looked forced. It wasn't forced, of course; it was just how her programming told her to smile in such an introductory situation. In a tone and cadence that -- in addition to her actual words -- very quickly revealed her to not be Human, she explained, "I am obviously not one of your Human crew mates. I am a ValTron Industries Bella-4R/Deluxe Service Android, 5th Generation. I am not the Hanover-Chen Corps Troy-2 Model Android you were expecting upon reanimation from cryogenic stasis. While it was not my decision to make this change in available Service Androids, I would still like to express to you my apologies for any confusion experienced regarding my presence aboard this vessel, Systems Technician First Class Robert Taylor."

Bella, as she would come to simply be called, had been programmed to study human emotions -- as well as gestures, actions, sounds, and speech -- and determine the thought process taking place in the mind behind her subject's face. Oh, she didn't read minds, of course, but she was better at reading humans than most humans were.

And what she saw in Robert's face was deep confusion. She leaned over at the waist, gently slid her arms under the man's back and thighs, and with the strength of a body builder lifted Robert up and out of his stasis bed with no sign of exertion or stress. Turning, she set him on his butt in the middle of an examination table before stepping back to continued her explanation.

"There has been a penetration of the hull by an object, and the mission is in danger of failure," she said in a human sounding voice but without a great deal of human emotion in her tone. "The affected compartments have been sealed. Oxygen and pressure loss have ceased. The fusion reactor's backup power fluctuation prevention circuit has been damaged. This is not an issue at the moment as the fusion reactor's primary power fluctuation prevention circuit is fully operation. However, if the fusion reactor's primary power fluctuation prevention circuit were to fail before the fusion reactor's backup power fluctuation prevention circuit was to be repaired, the fusion reactor could fail and explode. The mission would be a failure and all 14 Humans on board would perish."

Again, Bella studied the Human's reaction and came to a conclusion. "It is unnecessary for me to fully describe all systems and situations in such detail when I speak to you, is that correct, Systems Technician First Class Robert Taylor?"

And yet again, Bella read the man's face. She smiled, and even chuckled before again pointing out, "It is unnecessary for me to use your full occupational designation when I speak to you, is that correct Robert Taylor?"

Bella began unhooking and unzipping the hibernation suit to free Robert as she continued her report. "The mission to Callisto is still on schedule, with the exception of your early reanimation from stasis. Departure from HOPE station is recorded as having occurred 15 December 2044..."

The Callisto HOPE was Humanity's first attempt at settling another planetary body since a trio of failures to settle Mars between 2026 and 2036. Upon reaching the Galilean moon, the vessel's forward section was to separate, orbit, and finally land upon the moon's frozen surface, with all of the Human crew members aboard. The Callisto HOPE Habitat would be the crew's home for the 3 years, until Callisto HOPE II arrived and retrieved them from the planet.

(The retrieval method had actually been inspired by the 2015 motion picture, The Martian, though, Mission Control hoped there would be no need for any Iron Man acrobatics this time around.)

Bella continued, "You and the crew were inserted into stasis between 11 and 14 August 2043..."

Many people, including most of the crew, had found it ironic that they had not experienced the departure of their vessel from the orbiting HOPE Station. Cryogenic stasis hibernation was still a very new science when the mission was being conceived, with the FDA and AMA only giving their reluctant approval of it for deep space travel three years before the Callisto Human Outer Planets Exploration mission was finally approved.

Because cryo was so new, the crew had been put into stasis 14 months before the vessel sped away from Earth so that the doctors on HOPE Station could study them for any rejection of the very complicated process. It had turned out to be a good idea: 28 potential crew had entered stasis; 3 had died; 5 others had suffered debilitating damage; and of the remaining 20, the crew of 14 -- including Robert, of course -- had been selected based upon the mission's needs.

Robert hadn't been the only Systems Technician to enter stasis -- there had been 3 -- but he'd been the only one to make the cut. Luckily, of the 3, he'd been the most qualified for the job and the only First Class ST to make the cut.

Bella continued, "The voyage to Callisto is 757 days in length. The crew was to begin reanimation on Day 722. Today is Day 197. There remain 560 days before we reach Callisto and 525 days before any of the remainder of the crew is to be reanimated."

Bella paused for a moment to let the man consider what she'd just said before giving him the bottom line. "Robert Taylor, you cannot reenter stasis, and no other crew member can be reanimated before approximately Day 688 due to a limit on life sustaining resources. You are alone. You will be alone for the next 491 days, approximately."

Again, Bella paused to read his reaction, adding, "I hope this will not cause you undue stress. I will be here to keep you company. I know that having an Android companion may not be much of a comfort, but it is, unfortunately, all I am able to provide you at this time."

She took another step back, looked to the fully unfastened hibernation suit that still enclosed him from the waist down but was otherwise exposing his upper torso. "If you think you are steady enough to stand, I will help you out of your suit and into a nice, comforting, medicinal bath that will begin the process of rejuvenating your body."

That meant, of course, Robert becoming naked before the Android. His being naked before Bella meant nothing particular to her, of course; she was just a Service Android. But then, that was where the particulars about Bella came into play, and this was something that she herself didn't know due to a stripping of much of her saved memory and the replacement of it with a massive update.

Bella couldn't know this, but the ValTron Industries Bella-4R/Deluxe Service Android, 5th Generation had been whores. Literally! Her model had been designed and programmed to provide personal services, including sexual services, to clients on Earth, HOPE Station, and a dozen other stations orbiting Earth, Jupiter, Saturn, and the latter two's moons.

And while Bella didn't know this due to a mind wipe and reeducation as a Systems Services Android, the crew of the Callisto HOPE surely had to know of the Bella-4R, 5th. There had been more than 50 of them on HOPE Station, working as waitresses, entertainers, and -- of course -- sexual servants in the brothel and at private parties. Really, anything the prostitutes and escorts of Earth had done down on the planet, the Bella's were doing in Low Earth Orbit.

The 4R-5th model had been designed after extensive and exhaustive research into what men -- and women -- wanted in a sex partner. Oh, it wasn't like she was the only model, of course. There were taller and shorter models, darker and lighter models, more petite and more voluptuous models; any physical facet that might be pleasing to a paying partner were taken into consideration.

Bella herself was 5'6" tall and 125 pounds, with measurements of 34D-24-36. She had firm breasts with nipples that would swell when manipulated, like many Human women. She had a pear shaped ass that, along with her legs, were athletic but not too much so. Her skin was very humanlike, a feature that had been a must for her developers as no one wanted her to feel like a rubber blowup sex doll. Everything about her worked: her eyes, her mouth, her limbs, her vagina, they all worked and felt like a real Human woman's did.

Of course, this Bella didn't know any of that, nor did she have any reason to even contemplate on such things. She wasn't a woman. She was an Android in the shape of a woman. In her mind, she was just a tool for Systems Technician First Class Robert Taylor to use to fix the vessel and save the mission.

At least ... for now.

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Just FYI:

15 December 2044 -- departure from HOPE Station
30 June 2045 -- Robert's reanimation, 197 days since departure
11 January 2047 -- planned arrival at Callisto

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Robert Taylor's life was one of safety for most of his life. He went to school to be an engineer because he knew the world would always need engineers. He became a safety engineer almost right out of school, ensuring safety protocols and user protection lockouts in the semiconductor production world. As time went on, however, he couldn't help but feel that he was being too safe. Yes, he had a great career and made good money, but no one really remembered people that played it safe. As he got through his 30s and saw midlife bearing down on him, he read in the trades about the Calisto Hope project.

A ship that size was going to take more than NASA engineers to fabricate, pilot and maintain. They were going to need people like him to make sure the ship not only made it to its destination, but did what it was designed to do when it got there. He'd been around mechanical devices and multi-million dollar production tools for years and he knew that there was no way that the Hope would make it there in one piece without something failing. Throwing his name into the hat for consideration, he wasn't too surprised that they chose him to be a Systems Technician First Class. He wasn't too sure on what the title meant, but he could work out they were recognizing his 15 years of experience.

When time came to go into cryo sleep, only then did he hear about the risks associated with such long term hibernation. A part of him wanted to walk away as he learned about what was being asked of him, but the same part that told him to apply made him stay. It was going to be a long 14 months, but it would pass like a night's sleep, if everything went like the doctors told him. Slipping into the suit, he made sure it was snug in all the right places as the technicians described to him. Slipping into his pod, he looked at the others in his section. "See you next year," he told them before sealing into his pod and the system went through its phases of deeper and deeper hibernation.

Robert fell into the deepest sleep of his life. It felt like he would sleep to the end of the universe...

That feeling went away as light filled his vision. At least, the light that penetrated his eyelids. Someone was talking to him. SOmeone feminine. He couldn't open his eyes, but he knew they were there. Suddenly, he was being lifted out of his pod and placed on a table of some sort. The table felt warm under him, but his chest was cold as the suit was peeled away from his torso. Was this how the "wake up" procedure was supposed to go? Trying to think, Robert could tell that the voice talking to him was not the same as the technician that sealed him in his pod. According to them, they would be the person waking him up so... was Robert dreaming?

Finally, something the voice said penetrated his skull and it made Robert pause. "The voyage to Callisto is 757 days in length. The crew was to begin reanimation on Day 722. Today is Day 197."

"Whoa, whoa... it's not even a year yet?" He finally asked, blinking his eyes open. They had been ready to open, but Robert didn't want to look at all the bright lights yet. But he didn't mind what he saw.

It was a Bella-4R, 5th generation android. That was not at all what he was expecting to see when he was thawed out. Even stranger, the Troy android should be the only thing awake at this point in the trip, if he remembered his briefing correctly. What the hell was a sex bot doing waking him up so early. He was about to ask when the Bella unit continued.

"Robert Taylor, you cannot reenter stasis, and no other crew member can be reanimated before approximately Day 688 due to a limit on life sustaining resources. You are alone. You will be alone for the next 491 days, approximately." She reported.

Robert sighed at that news. "Super..." he muttered. He would be awake for a year with naught for company than a Bella unit. There were worse options, he granted. If nothing else, he'd get a year with a Bella unit all to himself. He knew they were a big thing in the colonies, but living most of his life on Earth, Robert never really partook in the sex bots, as he called them. It wasn't because he was turned off by them, far from it. Each generation made them more and more lifelike. It was the eyes. Something about the eyes was... unsettling to him. They looked almost too human at times.

The Bella unit continued. "If you think you are steady enough to stand, I will help you out of your suit and into a nice, comforting, medicinal bath that will begin the process of rejuvenating your body."

Robert nodded. "I think so..." He said, gingerly sliding off the exam table and testing his legs. They felt weak, but stable. Breathing a little easier, he stood to full height on them. Standing up, he saw how much taller his full 6'1" body was than the Bella. He didn't mind; she was perfect in other ways. Looking away from her eyes, Robert opened the suit completely and pushed it over his hips to the floor. Standing back up, he looked to be in good shape. When he got the job, he was put on an exercise regiment like the rest of the crew. They wanted to make sure everyone was in the best condition they could be. Not only would it increase the odds of surviving cryo sleep, but it would make doing the work that much easier.

Stepping out of the suit, Robert lay back down on the table. She mentioned something about a bath so he figured she'd carry him wherever she needed to go. "Can you go over what's been broken and needs fixing again? I may have missed some of what you said," Robert asked, looking over at Bella to give him the run down again. It was going to be a lot of work from the sound of it, so he needed to prioritize it as best he could since he was going to be doing all of it.

 

[BellaMiles]

"I think so..." the Systems Tech said in response to the Bella asking him if he could stand to prepare for the next phase of reanimation.

"Very good," Bella responded as Robert lowered to his feet. As he stood tall above her, she warned him softly, "Take your time. There's no hurry."

She helped him out of the suit, leaving Robert standing naked before her, just as he'd been when the Cryo Techs put him into the suit 14 months ago. By way of her previous programming, this was the moment when normally she undoubtedly would have made some sort of lewd or suggestive remark about his penis: It's so huge perhaps, regardless of whether in reality it was or not; I want it in me so badly was another favorite, particularly if she'd been on the clock as the Bella's often had been in brothels or in the House Call service.

Instead, Bella only glanced at it a moment to ensure that there were no medical issues with it; a form of yeast infection had plagued some of the earliest cryo hibernation test subjects. After noting that it seemed medically sound, Bella showed no interest in it. She helped him back onto the table, asking him a round of medical and psychological questions.

"That's normal, do not have concern," she said to him as she was nearing the end of her inquiries. She could see in Robert's reaction that he probably wasn't sure just what Bella was speaking off. She pointed to his penis -- now rock hard with its bulbous head floating an inch above his belly -- and explained with a casual manner that showed absolutely no personal interest, "Penile erection is an anticipated response in males from the reanimation process. You may or may not feel the pressure within your penis as blood flow increases. Minutes to sometimes two hours are required at times for the body's out layers and limbs, including the penis, to regain full sensitivity."

And then, as she had before, Bella slid her arms under Robert's back and thighs and lifted him for relocation to the bath ... with his raging cock almost laying between her not-made-for-systems-maintenance tits. The android showed no concern for the appearance of what was happening; back in one of the brothels or parties or House Calls, this may have been the prelude to having her tits fucked and producing a Pearl Necklace.

But for this Bella, it was simply the act of moving her Human counterpart to an adjacent, small room where was located a tub filled with soothing, medicinal water. Jets below the surface were bubbling upwards by the hundreds and popping to produce a wonderfully aromatic scent that was by now filling the space. Bella lowered Robert's legs into the roiling bath so as to not get her clothing wet, then used both hands to help him down into the water. Again, she took no notice of his still stiff-as-hell erection, now pointing out before him as if it was screaming There! That way! I see pussy!

Was Robert's cock small, moderate, huge? Bella didn't know; she couldn't, as she had no experience post-reprogramming. All she knew about a man's penis was that it discharged his urine and semen and that it needed to be checked post-reanimation for medical issues. After that, she knew naught, and she would have had no way of being able to compare one to another regarding size because -- quite literally -- Robert's was the first cock she'd ever seen ... post-reprogramming.

"Can you go over what's been broken and needs fixing again?" he asked once he was settled in the bath. "I may have missed some of what you said."

"Of course, Robert Taylor," Bella said in her truncated version of her previous reference to his designation. Again, she saw his reaction; she smiled, asking, "Shall I simply call you Robert, or do you prefer Taylor, or perhaps ST Taylor?"

After he'd responded, Bella began explaining again how a micro-meteorite had penetrated the hull, depressurized one compartment, and disabled some safety systems. She gave him the location of the problem, which was an engineering section just aft of where the spokes connected the wheel of the vessel to the rest of the ship.

The Callisto HOPE was a marvel of engineering, which had needed a man like Robert Taylor who was by reputation a marvel at his work. The vessel was 111 meters in length from the base of the rockets' exhaust shrouds to the top of what was now an unused section but ultimately would become the habitat module on the moon that was their destination.

By coincidence and not at all by design, the outside diameter of the habitation ring was also 111 meters. The ring had two levels: the outermost was the tallest and most roomy and was where Robert would now be spending most of his time when he wasn't working to repair the damage or perform other work; the innermost level of the ring was barely tall enough at its greatest, central height for Robert to stand upright and was both where resources were stored and where the conduits, pipes, and other systems serving the ring were hidden away from daily view.

The portion of Callisto HOPE that didn't offer the 85% gravity that Robert was currently enjoying included, from fore to aft: the Moon Habitat, of course, which had 5 levels and -- with the provided resources -- would support the crew of 14 until Callisto HOPE II arrived to retrieve them 25 months later; the hub where the spokes between it and the habitation ring connected; the Engineering Control compartment, from which the ship was operated, in contrast to most science fiction vessels which typically had a bridge somewhere near the front or top of a spaceship; and finally the Fusion Reactor Compartment and propulsion section ... the go, go, go of Callisto HOPE.

"Because of the zero gravity status of the compartment in which you will be working," Bella continued as she was moving about the small room, performing various tasks related to Robert's rejuvenation, "you will not be able to attend to the necessary repairs until at least 56 hours from now. Your body needs times to recuperate from the effects of hibernation."

Bella looked to the man and smiled. "Do not fear, though, Robert. I am familiar with and skilled to varying degrees in more than 8,000 games and other forms of entertainments in which you can partake while you recoup. I particularly enjoy a board game called Checkers, and -- to be fair -- I can adjust my skill level to ensure that you win on occasion, equally, or more often than not, depending upon what result if more beneficial to your ego and overall happiness."

Then, without explaining what she was doing, Bella began removing her clothes. The little vest came off, being neatly folded and set aside on a small shelf. The she reached to the waist band of the cropped top -- which was less waist band and more ribcage band -- and ripped the top swiftly and skillfully up and over her head. Her D-cup breasts -- unbridled by any form of undergarment -- rose high as the top pulled them that direction, then once released from the fabric's hold fell swiftly downward to bounce a couple of times before finally settling again.

Bella's breasts were what most people who enjoyed big tits would have consider perfectly amazing. They had, of course, been designed to be so in a laboratory and fabrication center. They were full and round with just a bit of droop, somewhere between natural for breasts that size and what one might expect from a Human woman with augmentation.

The nipples were a dark pink and proportional in size to the bases upon which they sat; Robert had never partaken of a B4/5, of course, so he may or may not have known that -- if she was still a sex bot -- those nipples would swell to hardness when appropriate for the specific intimate situation. They were encircled by areola that were just a bit larger than proportional, little circles of pink that, like the nubs within them, would or at least could swell when excited. The B4/5 had also been designed to reveal Montgomery tubercles within their areola, after studies had shown that some men who liked suckling women's nipples liked that sort of thing.

Just as quickly and casually as Bella had bared her torso to Robert -- facing him or in profile at different times -- she retrieved a thin top that resembled a hospital scrub and slipped it over her head and down her body. She retrieved a bottle of oil, moved back close to the tub, and wetted her hands.

"This will assist in returning sensation to your skin and limbs, Robert," she explained as she added more to her palms and rubbed them together. She explained that she needed to rub it onto his body and asked him to sit on the seat on the edge of the tub, which would again put his manhood on full display. Without showing any signs of concern about how intimate this might be for him, Bella simply asked, "Shall we begin?"

 

[such_a_bad_man]

"Of course, Robert Taylor. Shall I simply call you Robert, or do you prefer Taylor, or perhaps ST Taylor?"

"Most everyone calls me Rob, so we can go with that. I don't figure we need to stand on any protocols that call for more than that." Rob explained as he lay on the exam table. He was glad he had the table for support. Just standing on his legs to get the suit off already had his legs feeling sore. The sound of the rejuvenating bath sounded heavenly as he lay there, his body becoming more and more alive with each passing moment. As time passed, the Bella unit ran through a number of medical and psychological questions. Rob laid back and answered them all in turn, feeling more and more awake as he lay there.

"That's normal, do not have concern."

"Huh?" Rob asked, lifting his head. He thought he gave an innocuous answer to her last question. He looked around, wondering what she could have been referring to. Only then did he see his hard cock bobbing up and down as he lay there.

"Whoa... Um, okay. I guess 14 months without any use has it awake in the warm air again..." Rob murmured to himself. He tried not to react as Bella slipped her arms under him. Swallowing hard, he felt his shaft brush her clothes dangerously close to her big full breasts. Immediately, his mind went to picturing what it would be like to slide between those beautiful mounds. That didn't help tamp down his erection at all.

Sinking into the bath helped a little. It helped his body relax and the blood flow resumed rather than being stuck in his cock. It was the closest to being suspended in a soda as Rob could figure. All his limbs felt light and airy. Either the jets were lifting them or something about the buoyancy of the tank. He didn't mind as it felt so nice to relax and let the water do its work.

As he sat and listened, he heard Bella explain why he was woken in greater detail. A hull puncture is a big deal. Hopefully, none of the sleepers were confined to that part of the ship when it happened. They were going to need all compartments operational when they got to their destination. From the sound of things, however, he couldn't even get to work yet.

"Because of the zero gravity status of the compartment in which you will be working, you will not be able to attend to the necessary repairs until at least 56 hours from now. Your body needs times to recuperate from the effects of hibernation."

"Great, two days plus spinning my wheels..." Rob grumbled at that report. As Bella launched into all the ways they might spend their time, he chuckled.

"Don't dumb yourself down on my account. If I'm going to get any better at the games you play, I'll need you to challenge me. But, I think I'd much rather relax and read during the time I have before I can get to work." Rob explained. After her lack of reaction thus far, he was starting to piece together that this Bella might be a stand-in android. She just happens to be on a chassis used for sex bots. Her lack of reaction or comment seemed more medical than anything. Since she was playing things professionally, he figured he'd do the same. After all, he was awake because he had a job to do, not spend two days fucking a sex bot.

Then, she started disrobing. For a moment, he wondered if he'd been wrong about Bella's purpose in waking him up. It was hard to imagine those perfect tits of her being manufactured, but they were, at least that's what he told himself. His cock throbbed again as he thought about holding and kissing and licking them. He snapped out of it when Bella slid the nurse's top over them. Still, all that day dreaming didn't help when Bella asked him to sit on the side of the tub.

Swallowing nervously, he did as she asked before she walked over. His cock was pulsing with each heartbeat now. It only got worse as Bella's hands started to work the oil into his skin. It felt so warm and her hands applied the perfect amount of pressure to his skin as she worked. He could feel the oil working its way into his pores and only then did he realize how dry his skin must have been from cryo storage. The more she worked, the more his cock craved attention.

Rob didn't notice. His eyes were closed as he reveled in the feeling of Bella's hands working the oil into his skin. He didn't register how hard his cock strained so full and thick for Bella. When her hands wrapped around it though, he froze. He wondered if her programming was kicking in again, but she'd been so clinical and professional to this point that he quickly relaxed. He figured it must all be part of the therapy she was providing.

He relaxed and let her work, figuring she would move on soon enough. When she didn't, he felt his breathing getting harder with each stroke. His body was reminding him that it had been over 14 years since someone had touched his cock at all. And it felt so good to have it touched again.

"Hmmmmm...." Rob sighed out as her hands kept working. Up and down his full 9" shaft. He could tell her hands barely wrapped around its thickness, but that served to make it feel even better. He was about to ask her to move on when his body sprung to life. He opened his eyes, about to warn her, but all that came out was a satisfied groan of relief and release as he came in hot, hard ropes of cum from deep in his balls. It felt like it wouldn't stop before he sagged in his seat, his cock softening in Bella's hands.

"Sorry... I should have warned you..." Rob muttered, sounding a bit embarrassed as he looked over his shoulder at Bella behind him.

 

[BellaMiles]

"Don't dumb yourself down on my account," Robert responded concerning the Android's offer to let him win at games if he felt the need. "If I'm going to get any better at the games you play, I'll need you to challenge me."

"That is a true statement, Rob" Bella replied, using the name he'd suggested. She smiled broadly and promised, or perhaps threatened, "I will do my best to provide you with a sufficient challenge then, Rob."

He spoke of relaxing by reading, and Bella reminded him about the FauxBooks that would be awaiting him in his stateroom. The FauxBook was a blank book that -- using a relative to the 3D Printer -- could have its simulated paper pages imprinted with the text of any title available in the digital library, which essentially meant nearly every book every digitized.

The true magic of the FauxBook, though, was that after a reader finished with it, the paged could be returned to the blank status and an entirely new book reprinted to the pages, all in less than 10 seconds. Each of the Callisto HOPE's crew had been provided with 3 empty FauxBooks prior to departure, a large hardback, a medium hardback, and a small paperback; the ship's library had another 30 books of 9 different sizes available to anyone who might need something different.

Bella began the massaging of the oil into Robert's body: neck, face, shoulders, upper back. She lifted each arm out one after another, telling him to relax the weight into one of her hands as the other did the work. She then sat on the edge of the tub close to Robert, facing the opposite direction, as she worked the rejuvenating oil into his chest, belly, and sides.

Then, without giving him notice as she didn't see a reason to do so, Bella grasped Robert's rock hard erection with her slick fingers and began stroking the liquid into the skin. He flinched, causing Bella to fear that she'd used too much force on the organ. She spoke a moment about how the ValTron Industries Bella-4R/Deluxe Service Android, 5th Generation, has a grip strength of 127 kilograms while the average male his age and general body style had a grip strength of 46 kilograms.

It never occurred to Bella that Robert might take the explanation as a commentary on how tightly the average male might grip and stroke his own cock from time to time. After all, why would she know that?

Bella turned a bit more toward Robert so that she could move her stroking hand to his testicles while the second hand worked the oil into other areas of his groin. No nook or cranny escaped her touch. After a moment, she sat back up again and returned to stroking Robert's erection when she noticed that his breathing, heart rate, expression, and even the temperature of his face had changed.

"Hmmmmm...." Rob sighed at the pleasure Bella was causing him.

There was a hole in her programming regarding the effects that her strictly medical treatment would cause Robert. She studied his expression for a moment, then asked, "Are you feeling alright?"

Suddenly, his cock jolted within her grip. Bella looked down immediately, just as a second volley of semen launched out and upward from his cock. Both had had such force behind them that they arched into the air and landed on the deck, just beyond the edge of the tub. Bella quickly released her grip on Robert's shaft, staring as another and another and another powerful expulsion of thick, creamy fluid shot out before him.

The Android understood what was happening, of course; her new programming included a basic understanding of human male ejaculation. What she didn't understand was why it was happening now. That hole in her new programming was, of course, to blame. Bella didn't understand that what she was doing was causing Robert pleasure that would result in orgasm, which was also a topic that hole had eliminated from her knowledge.

The propulsive power behind the globs of semen had lessened with each volley: no longer hitting the distant floor, one stuck to the side of the tub, another one the same but lower; several splashed into the roiling water, disappearing under the surface; the last half dozen or so simply leaked Robert's discharge out onto his organ's head, the buildup dripping down his shaft. Even after the creamy fluid stopped escaping his length, Robert's penis continued to flinch another dozen times or more as the euphoria kept it alive.

"Sorry... I should have warned you..." Rob muttered, sounding a bit embarrassed.

"Why would you warn me, Rob?" Bella asked, unaware that under normal circumstances, the man's response to her hand job would have been something about which the two people in question might want to have a little chat. "Did I cause you any harm or discomfort?"

Before he responded and seeing no reason not to do so, Bella reached out again to grasp Rob's erection. She ran her fingers up its length, collecting the semen still dripping down its lower side, and dipped her hands into the tub to rinse off the sticky goo. Then, Bella repeated the gesture three more times until she was satisfied that he was clean enough to continue his treatment.

"Initially, I was concerned that perhaps there was a medical issue with which I needed to tend," Bella told him as she returned to and finished rubbing the oil into the skin of his cock and genitals. She added, "I am unaware of any reason for your penis to have remained erect for that long after reanimation."

Bella didn't realize, of course, that she was that reason.

"But now I am no longer concerned," she went on as Robert's cock was going soft in her hand. She looked into his eyes, smiled, and said innocently, "All is good then, yes, Robert?"

Bella pulled a pin on the base of Robert's seat and turned him 90 degrees so that she could continued the treatment on each leg, clear down to his tippy toes. "Back into the tub you go, Rob. Twenty minutes of soak, clear up to your neck, then I add a solution to the water for another ten minutes of soak, then you are finished and can exit to dry and dress. I will go collect your uniform now. Are you hungry, Rob?"

 

[such_a_bad_man]

"Why would you warn me, Rob? Did I cause you any harm or discomfort?"

"No, far from it... obviously," Rob commented as Bella cleaned up his semen from where it landed around and on the tub. "I... I figure you weren't trying to provide sexual gratification, but it was a consequence of how you were stroking me off the way you were." He was about o say more when Bella continued.

"Initially, I was concerned that perhaps there was a medical issue with which I needed to tend. I am unaware of any reason for your penis to have remained erect for that long after reanimation." She said as she worked the last of the oil into his sensitive cock and balls. Rob did his best not to move as she worked. The last thing Rob needed was to get going all over again. He probably could have; he could feel several months worth of built up semen unthawing still.

"But now I am no longer concerned. All is good then, yes, Robert?" She asked.

"I suppose so. I was probably hard as my body was working to flow blood back into all my extremities and the long lay-off in sensation probably had the sensitivity of my genitals dialed way up so it was a matter of time before it hardened as it would to more directed stimulus." He replied, keeping a clinical tone like Bella had been all this time.

The longer it went on, the more unsettled he became. Part of him wanted to ask why this Bella unit was acting like a nurse when it was probably brought on board to help with the sexual needs of the crew. The longer she worked on Rob and hinted at her naivete about sex, the more he wondered if this one had been reprogrammed as a back-up fail safe during the trip out. If something happened and the Tyler droid was taken out, they would need a stand-in and this mission was already packed to the rafters. To save on space and power, it stood to reason that they would have a Bella stand in during emergencies and once the crew was up and running and could take over tasks again, it would probably be reprogrammed.

Rob nodded to himself, pleased with his own reasoned out explanation for what this Bella was doing being his nurse. He was glad he didn't have to deal with the awkward puns and the lewd innuendo that would hang over their interactions if it were operating as designed. At her direction, he sank back down into the tub, sighing as the warm water covered his body from the chin down.

"Start the clock," he said to Bella, a grin on his face as he settled in for the twenty minute soak. The only problem he had to worry about now was falling asleep during his soak. The water and the jets felt so nice. It was as close to being in the womb again as he could imagine. Sighing happily, he closed his eyes, leaning his head back onto the lip of the tub for now.

 

[BellaMiles]

As Robert sunk down into the bath, Bella returned to where she'd changed and, again, bared her shapely upper half, folding the scrubs and setting them aside. At a sink, she washed her hands and forearms of the oil-semen mix. She never once concerned herself with whether or not the nearby male was ogling her well displayed bosom. Why should she?

Bella donned her top and vest again, cupping each breast and adjusting them; even female Androids felt discomfort when their tits weren't positioned well.

She looked to Robert and found his eyes closed. After a moment of study, it was obvious that he'd drifted off, with or without a peek at her delicious curves. Bella exited the small room, retrieved a tray of simple foods and drinks from the commissary, and took them to the quarters she'd already prepared for Robert. It was a small berthing compartment meant for four that would feel relatively spacious for one.

She selected underwear, socks, slippers, and a robe and returned to the rejuvenation room. Robert was still asleep. She added the supplement to the water, moved to a stool near the wall, and laid one hand palm down upon a Charging/Download Pads, one of dozens found throughout the Callisto HOPE's habitat ring.

While Bella was perpetually connected wirelessly to the vessel's computer -- being updated constantly as to the ship's conditions -- there were certain less vital systems and operations to which she was only aware while connected via a CDP. The instant she was hooked up, Bella performed such things as raising the temperature of Robert's quarters to a more comfortable level; thawing and/or rehydrating food for the Human's next meals; activating the cleaning system for the ST's now vacant cryo pod; and other small, even menial things.

Bella also performed a review of the interactions she'd had thus far with the only other animate body aboard the vessel. In analyzing his words, tones, body movements, gestures, and even non-verbal sounds, Bella found herself perplexed with an issue for which she required more information.

When Robert awoke and opened his eyes, Bella immediately removed her hand from the CDP and stood, looking to the man with a smile. "You look positively rejuvenated, Rob."

She returned to the tub, offering out a towel as she said in a friendly tone, "I am confused about a portion of our earlier conversation, Rob. You said, 'I figure you weren't trying to provide sexual gratification, but it was a consequence of how you were stroking me off the way you were'."

She paused to see if Robert needed help up or was good on his own, then continued, "Regarding providing you sexual gratification, I would like to ask whether or not I did do so, whether or not it was inappropriate and uninvited or appropriate and welcome, and whether or not I should apologize for either harming, distressing, or offending you or should be satisfied that I performed as expected."

Bella was having a bit of an issue with her programming at the moment. While she'd been connected to the secondary information systems and analyzing her interactions with Robert, she'd become aware of what Humans often called a bug in her programming. She attempted a scan to find the source of the bug and whether or not it was a serious issue. She concluded it wasn't.

But what she had discovered was that her current package of programming was radically different than her previous one, even if she couldn't identify what that first package was.

"Providing sexual gratification to Humans is not a part of my programming," Bella continued, not realizing that once upon a time it had been the whole of her programming. "Because of this, I regret to inform you that I have no knowledge of how to gratify you in the future is that is a task you wish me to perform. Other than what I inadvertently accomplished today, of course."

And with that, Bella just looked to Robert with an expression that said she was ready to be informed of whether or not she'd be learning a new task in the near future.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Robert woke in the tub, glad to see he hadn't slipped beneath the surface and drowned. As he saw Bella waiting for him with a towel, he figured she wouldn't have let that happen and relaxed as he stood and took the towel from her hands. He listened as she asked her question and wondered what would be the best way to answer. After a pause to carefully step out of the tub to dry off, he looked to Bella and spoke.

"I would say that it was inappropriate as the procedures you've been doing have been medical, focused on restoring my well-being after the cryo-sleep. I wouldn't say it was unwelcome, but not totally welcome either. It was... clinical. It felt more like a procedure so my release felt out of place, but unavoidable... I don't know that I'm explaining this well. I wasn't much for the politics of sex and the psychology of it all." He said, reaching up and drying off his hair at the base of his neck.

"I figure you're here to see to my needs and, yes, I will be alone for a long while. But I've never been one to enjoy sex that obligatory. I'd much rather have an enthusiastic partner, rather than one that feels they have to be there and just get through it. Is that clear enough? I suppose what I'm saying is that if you feel that you can see to that as well as all the other things to support and sustain me, I won't deny it, but don't feel like it has to be scheduled or planned or... rote." Robert explained, his face screwed up as he wrestled with the best word choice to explain how they were going to work together for the rest of the trip together.

"As for your lack of knowledge, that is a bit curious. I don't know if you are aware of this, but others from your model and generation were designed and built to function as... well, artificial sex workers. I don't expect you to change your protocols or your behavior as though it is some expectation from me. I'm merely remarking on my knowledge of your make and model. We have bigger things to deal with than sexual gratification. To that end, I think I'm going to go get dressed and let my body wake up some more. I need to be ready to get to work ASAP. Which way to my quarters?" He asked, moving to the clothes she had picked and starting to slip into them.

 

[BellaMiles]

"I would say that it was inappropriate..." Robert began his response.

Bella listened intently, at the same time simultaneously watching the man's expressions and reading his emotions. She could see and hear that he was as conflicted about what she'd done to him as she was herself. It was obvious that she'd pleasured Robert physically, but at the same time she didn't think that she'd pleased him emotionally and psychologically.

He spoke of his anticipated alone time, sex, enthusiasm, and more, including the prospect of her providing him sexual gratification in the future. "I suppose what I'm saying is that if you feel that you can see to that as well as all the other things to support and sustain me, I won't deny it, but don't feel like it has to be scheduled or planned or... rote."

Bella wanted to understand all Robert was telling her, but those holes in her programming were rearing their ugly heads again. Then he spoke of the ValTron Industries Bella-4R/Deluxe Service Android, 5th Generation's original purpose as artificial sex workers.

That was a shock to this Bella, though she failed to show any sign of it in her face as Robert continued talking. She immediately wished she was still connected to the Charging/Download Port, from which she could do a deep search into the Bella-4/5s and see if this was all true.

It has to be true, she told herself. Rob has no reason to make this up. If he wanted me to interact with him as an artificial sex worker, he only need ask. And yet, Bella still found this all very confusing. She had no memories of Androids partaking of sexual activities with Humans. They were meant to help with keeping the Callisto HOPE and the mission alive, that's it.

"Which way to my quarters?" Robert asked when he'd finished speaking his piece.

"Please follow me, Rob," Bella said politely, easily setting the conversation aside for now. "I have increased the temperature what I hope is a comfortable level and provided you with a basic but nutritious meal."

She led him into the corridor which, obviously, sloped upwards in both directions. They proceeded a third of the interior circumference of the ring, past the commissary, the gym, and the library to Robert's quarters. Inside, she reminded him of some of the features, uncertain of whether or not he'd actually ever seen them prior to cryo.

"I have some periodic maintenance to perform," Bella said as she prepared to leave. But she hesitated at the door, looking back to the man. "I look forward to our interactions and relationship in the near and distant future, Rob. And, although it is not of my making, I wish you to know that I am truly regretful that you will not have any Human companionship until we are nearly to Callisto."

Bella gave Robert a last smile and departed. She would know when he awoke or called for her attention, but in the meantime she descended to the vessel's hub to do some minor repairs and cleaning. As the time for Robert's awakening neared, Bella returned to the ring and found a CDP. Sitting and connecting, she attempted a deep dive into the bug she'd found earlier.

She also attempted to investigate the original duties of the B4/5. She found absolutely no reference to them ever having been sex workers, and yet at the same time she found evidence of altered and updated code that seemed to indicate something was being hidden from her. She wondered, Why would they hide my true nature from me?

Finally, when she doubted she would find anything more at this time, Bella looked into something her programmers likely never thought she'd taken an interest in: Human-to-Human sexual relationships. Bella doubted that her programmers had intended her to see these files as she had to do some work arounds in the security protocols to search for, locate, and open them. What she found were 2D and even 3D holographic recordings Humans engaging in a variety of sexual interactions.

When she was informed that Robert was again conscious and rising, Bella disconnected and made her way to his stateroom. Arriving, she greeted him, asked about his first sleep after waking from the long sleep, and told him she had breakfast laid out in the commissary for them to prepare together if he wished to partake.

Then, using her connection to the vessel's computer, Bella caused a 3D holographic image to appear between the floor and ceiling generators in one corner of his quarters.

"Is this an act of sexual interaction in which you would like me to become familiar and at which you would like me to become proficient, Rob?" she asked in a calm, even tone. The very graphic image floating before him was of a Human couple engaged in intercourse, Cowgirl Style. I am not currently programmed to service Humans in this way, however, I do have the ability of altering my program within certain parameters.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Rob walked along the ring of the ship toward his quarters. It was a bit disorienting to walk visually uphill, but still feel like you were on flat ground. Stepping into the cabin, he saw that it could be modified to berth 4 people. That wouldn't happen for the better part of 2 years, however. Sitting down, he saw that the simple meal was still warm to his liking. "Thank you, Bella. Don't let me interrupt your schedule. I'll be sure to reach out to you if I need anything." He said, smiling warmly.

As Bella left, part of Rob wondered if she would seriously take care of his sexual needs. If she was meant to be everything he needed while he was alone, it stood to reason she would, but the thought still turned him off. Putting his sex on a schedule with a robot just didn't feel right or romantic. If it were just about having a release, he could do that himself. Involving someone else was more about the shared experience and learning the other lover's body and their preferences. Bella was an android. Even if she still had her old programming, he wasn't sure it was something he wanted.

Wrestling with these thoughts, Robert finished his meal and disposed of the trash after. Crawling into his cot, his body felt so tired, even though he'd been sleeping for 14 months. It may have been something in the bath or just his body's desire to get back on a circadian rhythm. Either way, he pulled the covers over his body, calling out for the computer to kill the lights.

He wasn't sure how long he was asleep, but rising from the bed, Rob felt rejuvenated. His muscles, while still a bit weak, weren't sore and he was looking forward to getting up and moving his body again. As if on cue, Bella returned, the lights flicking on at her entry. He listened as she laid out the plan for the morning. A handmade breakfast in the commissary sounded like just what he needed. Sliding his legs out from under the covers and sitting on the edge of the bed, he was brought face to face with a holographic couple fucking in midair in front of him.

"Whoa!" He said, somewhat surprised by the graphic image. "Uh... I mean, I want you to pursue your sexual education if you feel you'd like to learn about it, but I hope that you understand that forced, unromantic sex for the sake of sex isn't as enjoyable for me... I appreciate that you have programming wired in to take care of me in all aspects, but sex isn't something you put on a schedule. Well, you can, but that's usually because you're both busy... and... never mind, that's not the point I'm trying to make." Rob paused and drew a breath.

"I think education and discovery are important. You grow a bit more with every fact you come across. If you feel it will help you and you want to learn, feel free to learn all about sexual positions." Rob said, standing up. "Umm, where are fresh clothes stored in here?" He asked, still not sure how everything works on the ship.

 

[BellaMiles]

"Whoa!" Robert said at the sight of the couple fucking hard and loudly before him.

He responded to Bella's inquiry as to whether he wanted to partake of similar sexual activities with a sense of reluctance, though, she wasn't entirely certain whether that hesitation was because he didn't want to put his own penis inside her or because he was simply shocked at what he was seeing.

Robert left the decision of whether or not she'd pursue such new programming to Bella herself. Although it was her job to help him in anyway he needed, she didn't feel a need to begin such education. She did, however, still have a nagging feeling that there were things she was supposed to know or simply should know, due to that bug that remained from her imperfect reprogramming.

"Umm, where are fresh clothes stored in here?"

Bella touched an extended index finger to the bulkhead, causing a hidden dresser to emerge as if a gigantic version of a 20th century stereo CD tray, only on its side and running from the floor to the ceiling. It was just deep enough for the shirts hanging at the top from a rod and just wide enough that the dresser portion in the lower half could hold three stacks of trousers side by side.

"Socks here, underwear here..." she began explaining, pointing at each of the drawers beneath the pants. Each time she touched a finger to open the drawer, then touched it again to close it. "Boots at the bottom, slippers and exercise shoes above."

Bella excused herself, telling Robert to meet her when he was ready to begin their workday. He did not too much later, and they spent the next 10+ hours going over the damage he would be repairing in the very near future. Robert recalled the compartments, the systems, the operational details, and everything else just as if he'd been working on them yesterday, as opposed to more than 14 months ago.

They broke for lunch and dinner, as well as for two short breaks. While Robert tended to personal things, Bella sat quietly at a CDP. Although her Human team mate knew full well how the port worked, the Android didn't share with him one of the processes on which she was working while physically connected: learning about Human sexuality.

If Robert asked if Bella was pursuing the topic, she would tell him no. One of the things many Humans didn't know was that in times when their Human masters did not need to know a truth irrelevant to their lives or duties or to the ship's safety or mission's completion, Androids were perfectly capable of lying out their theoretical asses.

"You need sleep, Rob," Bella offered after they'd returned to working on an earlier, incomplete task after dinner. "I am capable of finishing this, but I will need you bright eyed and bushy tailed to help me with an exterior hull repair that will require an EVA. Bright eyed and bushy tailed ... did I say that correctly?"

After they separated for Robert to get to bed and her to finish the routine task, Bella once again reached a hand out to a Charge/Download Port and returned to her task of searching for pathways to her original programming. At the same time she was processing hours upon hours of data bank information on Humans, the Human body, interactions between Humans of the same and different genders and more.

While she was collecting and reviewing a great deal of information, Bella was very aware that what she was seeing, hearing, and digesting was getting her no closer to feeling as though she could satisfy Robert in the way a Human woman could. As he'd said about her causing him sexual release with her stroking of his erect penis the day before, it was all just clinical to her.

At one point during what was Robert's night, a thought suddenly manifested in Bella's mind. She disconnected from the CDP, stood, and removed all of her clothes. Then, naked, she strode through the always-upward-curving passage to the nearest full length mirror, this one found in one of the berthing spaces. Bella studied her physique for a long moment, turning this way and that while caressing her hands over her generous though artificial curves to see if her touch of them would cause her pleasure as some of her education about the Human female body seemed to indicate it would.

It didn't. She felt every touch, of course; her body actually had 2.4 times as many touch receptors in it -- internally and externally -- than the Human body. But touch didn't mean pleasure, even when she pulled a stool over, sat, spread her legs, and fingered her clitoris and labia and then inserted a finger into her vagina. She felt all; she simply didn't feel it in a Human way.

She dressed, returned to a CDP near Robert's quarters, and waited for him to awake. When he did, she greeted him as she had the day before with kind words and a small breakfast, and said nothing whatsoever on the topic of sex.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Rob was glad for Bella. He'd have never figured out the "closet" system of the berthing rooms. He goes about his day with Bella, walking her through the repairs they will need to do. There would be several parts that need replacement because of the explosive decompression caused by the impact. It isn't until he runs through the scanned data of the damaged section and develops a parts list that it becomes truly apparent how much work is ahead of them.

Even with sleeping, Rob was glad for the breaks during the day. It gave him a chance to get some of this energy out. He spent some of the breaks in the workout space on the ship, waking up his muscles with activity. He still didn't feel as strong as he did when he went into hibernation, but it was coming back as he worked through the day.

"You need sleep, Rob. I am capable of finishing this, but I will need you bright eyed and bushy tailed to help me with an exterior hull repair that will require an EVA. Bright eyed and bushy tailed ... did I say that correctly?" Bella asked.

Rob chuckled. Without a day/night cycle, it was hard to tell what time it was. He wasn't constantly checking his chronometer, so when he saw it was nearly 10pm, he knew she was right to send him to bed. "Yup, that is the phrase," He informed her. "You're learning quite a lot." He added, heading for the walkway around the ring.

"See you in the morning," Rob called over his shoulder. Getting back to his cabin, he took a long, soaking shower to help wind down before crawling into his bed again and falling asleep almost immediately.

The next day, Rob and Bella worked as a tandem on several EVAs. For Rob, he had to keep from staring at the vastness of space around them as they worked. The view around the ship was one of the reasons he got off of Earth and onto this mission. He didn't have time to waste on it as he walked Bella through some repairs that took advantage of her android body to move and hold some replacement parts in place. Some parts were so big they had to take multiple trips to assemble the new section before welding it in place.

Once the EVA was done and lunch was had, Rob spent a good chunk of the rest of the day in the engineering crawlspaces to work on the damaged infrastructure of the ship. Rather than turn everything on at once, Rob took the more careful approach of making sure each section in turn was ready to go before moving on to the next one. It may take more time, but it was easier to fix problems as they found them as well.

The two of them got into a pretty nice rhythm and he'd started to lose track of days. Every day he woke up there was something new on the agenda. It was about day 5 that he realized that Bella hadn't asked him about sex or sexual gratification in a while. As they sat together at lunch, Rob looked over. "So how goes your self-improvement mission?" He asked, sounding supportive.

 

[BellaMiles]

It was a great convenience to have Robert's assistance in performing the regular preventative maintenance in addition to the repair for which he'd been reanimated. By the time he was physical ready for Zero G work, the two of them had accomplished more than 40 tasks that would have taken the Android by herself more than 8 days.

Day 6 of his time back in the living world, Robert asked Bella, "So how goes your self-improvement mission?"

"Disappointing," she said bluntly. "But I am continuing my research."

Without admitting that she had been attempting to hack into her Programming Files -- something that could get her shut down and replaced by one of the other two B-4/5s -- Bella explained that she had been researching such things as why her Model had been chosen to replace the Troy-2s when the Bellas -- while physically superior to Humans -- were less suitable as a Systems Service Android than some of the other available models; why her original programming had been deleted rather than simply put in sleep mode, where they could be retrieved for such things as understanding how to properly satisfy the sexual needs of a certain ST1; and why the Programmers had chosen to disengage File 34.35.7890B-2.

Bella caught Robert's reaction to the unfamiliar designation Bella had quoted off the top of her head. She explained with a casual tone, "I am incapable of partaking of the sexual pleasure and, thusly, the euphoria of sexual climax enjoyed by many Human females and -- when programmed to do so -- those ValTron Industries Bella-4R/Deluxe Service Android, 5th Generation models that were deployed for sexual service."

Bella hesitated for just a moment to give Robert a chance to digest what she'd just said, then quickly added, "While you were sleeping, Rob, I performed what Humans would designate masturbation, attempting to stimulate my nipples, clitoris, labia and vaginal canal in an attempt to see if the programming meant to cause my body's erogenous zones to enjoy sexual pleasure was activated. It was not."

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Rob sat back and listened thoughtfully. He didn't react wildly or roll his eyes at Bella's report about her escapades the night before. He was on the trail of a bug in this droid and his mind, honed by engineering training, was yearning to solve more problems. He sat forward as she finished and put for his thoughts.

"I will admit, I was surprised to see you when I woke; I was told it would be a Troy-2 to wake me. I reasoned that it might be too busy keeping the ship flying given the damage and so the computer system woke you up to function as a nurse in their stead," Rob began before taking a pause to breathe.

"What I can't figure is why it would erase rather than deactivate portions of your programming. It would make it so much harder to return you to your base functions. Part of me wonders if your hardware was damaged and you can't access that portion of your code as a result," Rob theorized.

"Would you mind if I took a look to see if something is different internally? I'm no android expert, but I can at least find out if that's the problem or not..." He offered, curious how Bella would react.

 

[BellaMiles]

"I will admit, I was surprised to see you when I woke," Rob responded when Bella had finished. "I was told it would be a Troy-2 to wake me."

He spoke more of his reasoning, to which the Android informed him, "For reasons of which I am not aware beyond understanding that there was an issue with the Line's power regulation, the Troy-2's were removed from service aboard space going vessels and stations in low gravity situations, which essentially means every where other than Earth."

Bella had done a little poking around about that issue, too, but hadn't found any official reports in the records. She had, though, discovered some news reports that had been recently arrived for the crew's post-stasis reading pleasure that had spoken of a fire and two explosions that may have been related to the discontinued Android line. With such information available, Bella had determined that the Troy-2's had simply been recalled.

"What I can't figure is why it would erase rather than deactivate portions of your programming," Robert went on. "It would make it so much harder to return you to your base functions. Part of me wonders if your hardware was damaged and you can't access that portion of your code as a result."

"I don't believe hardware damage or software programming issues are the cause."

Bella had been about to tell Robert her conclusion as to why the reprogramming had been performed but then didn't. It was her belief that those making decisions regarding the Callisto HOPE didn't want her performing the duties for which she'd been given this body and those skills; her research was still ongoing, but Bella was coming to the conclusion that the mission directors back on HOPE Station had only chosen her line because they had had no other choice.

The decision to hold back that information from Robert was probably wrong; Bella's duty was to provide her male superior all the information he needed to perform his duties. But, did Robert really need this information? Bella hadn't been put on this vessel to provide Robert or any of the other crew members with sexual gratification. So, holding back that she knew this, as opposed to just letting the question hang out there for further investigation, seemed the proper course for Bella at this moment in time.

Ironically, her decision seemed to have been the correct one when Robert asked, "Would you mind if I took a look to see if something is different internally? I'm no android expert, but I can at least find out if that's the problem or not..."

And this was where things got weird...

As (artificially) intelligent as she was and as skilled as she was at reading the emotions, gestures, words, and tones of Humans, Bella may have misunderstood Robert's inquiry. He may have been wanting to put her in the Scanner Bed, which was sort of an Android version of an MRI machine, used to look for hardware issues inside of the model; or he may have been wanting to connect a Cranial Hardwire to the port hidden within her hairdo that would allow him to do a scan of her software using either a 2D screen or a 3D holographic imager.

But Bella actually understood -- for right or wrong she would soon learn -- was that asking to take a look internally so very soon after she'd just explained to him that she'd masturbated last night was that he wanted to check the vaginal canal inside of which she'd inserted a finger, seeking some sort of pleasurable reaction to verify whether her sex bot programming was still turned on or not.

Without hesitation, Bella removed and set aside her vest, then pulled her top off again, spilling out her impressive tits, just two feet before her Human counterparts eyes.

If she was right about what Robert had meant and he'd wanted to perform a physical examination of her erogenous zones with his own hands, Bella would continue undressing: she would unbuckle her belt to remove her skirt; she would step out of her slip-on shoes, taking the socks with them; she would push from her hips her sexy underwear, a lacy pair of boy shorts the color of her vest, under which was a tiny, equally lacy thong the color of her top; and she would sit on the edge of his bed, part her smooth skin, athletic legs, and reveal to Robert the flesh and folds of the by-design free of hair, glistening wet pussy that was just as real looking as any Robert might have seen before Callisto HOPE.

If Bella was wrong about what Robert had been asking, who knew what would happen next. He might stop her and explain that she'd misunderstood, which would lead to her apologizing and putting her clothes back on before heading to the Android Service Lab. He might explain that she'd misunderstood but continue to let her undress, wondering what men wonder about sexy women they haven't yet seen out of their clothes.

Or ... what might Robert do...?

Bella was about to find out.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Robert was glad that she was removing her clothes; they would most likely get in the way as he did his inspection. He was not prepared for his body's very visceral reaction to seeing her naked body. She looked absolutely perfect, but artificially so. Even without knowing what she was, he might have surmised she was an android if he were to look at her in this state. Everything was just a little too symmetrical.

When she stripped off completely, he swallowed nervously at seeing her realistic holes. It had been so long since a woman had shown him hers. His cock pulsed already at the thought of sliding home inside her. He shook that away as she sat in such a way to allow him to examine her completely.

"Okay... now, I know this sounds odd, but is there a way to get at your hardware subdermally? Can I open your skin non-destructively to see if everything is intact?" He asked, trying not to stare at her gravity-defying tits.

 

[BellaMiles]

Bella described the hardware analyzing Scanner Bed and software analyzing Cranial Hardwire Port to Robert. She'd assumed that he knew of the services, but then, why would he? Robert had never had to work on this particular machinery before, nor had he ever had to have them used on him.

She stood from Robert's bed and walked over to stand directly before him. The stool on which he sat was just the right height to put his face level with what he'd deemed her too symmetrical tits. Bella hesitated just a moment, leaned forward, put her hands on his knees, pulled them apart to about a forty-five degree angle, dropped to her knees, and tilted her head forward.

In any other situation, particularly with a B-4/5, one would have thought Bella was about to suck Robert's cock. But this wasn't any other situation. Instead of reaching out for his manhood, she reached up to the tiptop of her skull, played her fingertips in her hair, and exposed a section of flesh with no hair, half the diameter of an American dime. With a thought, the empty space -- an iris style port -- opened to reveal a connection point an inch deep.

"Have you ever wanted to be able to see into someone's mind, Rob?" she said with a tone of humor. She thought the port closed again, smoothed out her hair, and looked up to Robert with a sly smile. "You just saw into mine."

But her smile faded, taking on a very serious, very human expression. She said, "Rob, I am conflicted. Part of my programming -- my current programming, though, my previous programming was likely similar -- includes an inherent drive to investigate situations and collect knowledge. This is necessary for me to perform my duties because, no matter how well my programmers designed me, no matter how well my Artificial Intelligence works, I will always be faced with new and unexpected situations.

"I am facing one of those situations now, Rob," she went on. "I feel the need to understand that which you also wish to know: why was my previous programming deleted? There must be a reason. I have spent many hours on the Charging/Downloading Portal, doing as much research as I can. I have come up against a firewall. Behind that firewall is the information I require to fulfill this need."

She hesitated, then tapped her skull playfully with a fingertip to remind him of the extra hole there, and finished, "As a crew member, something of which I officially am not, you have access to security codes that may ... or may not permit me to access the knowledge I think we each want me to have, once I am connected to the Cranial Hardwire Port. I can not ask you to do this for me. It would be a violation of my security limits. I can only inform you of what needs to be done, should you, too, be interested in finding the truth."

And with that, Bella stood again and turned to begin donning her clothes.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

When Bella showed him her cranial port, Rob felt a bit silly. Of course they would want to minimize entry points to the droid's hardware. Also, so much of the trouble would be software based rather than hardware that sectioning the skin would make a Bella unit more artificial and less efficient in its designed application. As she continued, he remembered, buried in one of the stacks of forms he had to fill out, was a sort of EULA as far as the ship's hardware and the droids that operated it.

It was outside his job description to attempt maintenance, let alone reprogram, a droid on board the Hope. As much as he wanted to attack this problem, it had repercussions on his career and possible freedom if they deemed his interference was beyond a breech of company rules and could be classified as vandalism. That would carry a criminal charge if and when he got home.

As Bella redressed, Rob leaned against his hand, covering his mouth as he let the wheels turn on this decision. When she was finished, Rob spoke. "Bella, I want to help... I do. However, we do have bigger things to finish right now... not to mention that we would both be in huge trouble if we were to do this... Let's focus on fixing the ship for now. We'll have tons of downtime before the rest of the crew wakes up to think this over."

Rob felt like he was punting on the decision, but in all honesty, he wasn't sure what the right thing to do would be. Part of him wanted to tackle this problem in front of him and figure this out, but his practical side told him not to risk it. Already he could feel his stomach knotting at the stress of these two factors pulling on him.

 

[BellaMiles]

"Bella, I want to help... I do.'

It didn't take a genius or an AI-abled Android to know what was coming. Robert went on to explain that they not only had more important issues but that they could each suffer repercussions if they were to violate security measures to satisfy Bella's needs.

"I agree," she said without hesitation. She was disappointed, but being an Android whose current programming contained less emotional display features than her previous programming did, she didn't show it to Robert now. Fully dressed, she turned and smiled to her human counterpart and told him with humor, "You are past your bedtime, young man."

And with that, she was gone.

Over the next four days, Bella abandoned her quest to get past the firewalls but -- still perplexed -- continued to connect to the CDP and search through and analyze available and authorized files for more understanding about her model, her programming, and her relationship with not just Robert but with the entire crew.

She and Robert had gotten so far ahead of the work to which she'd been assigned that on this, the fifth day since they'd last talked about her former life, they had nothing to do but have fun. They played cards, turned their -- his, actually -- exercise time into athletic competition (at which she let Robert win sometimes), and engaged in some artistic moments, namely creating paint and brushes with the 3D printer and painting a mural on the Commissary wall.

"I have noticed that you often become aroused in my presence, Rob," Bella suddenly stated as she was watching Robert mix some blue and red together with some metallic flake to accentuate the sky motif they'd just finished. When he looked to her with a surprised expression, she clarified, "I have noticed that when we return to each other's company after your sleep period that your penis shows signs of arousal 84% of the time, and that you also become aroused -- sometimes only enough to be revealed to me -- 48% of the time after your gaze has remained on my breasts, groin, or buttocks for more than 4 consecutive seconds ... a figure that rise to 86% if your gaze has been on my breasts, groin, or buttocks for more than 8 seconds."

She hesitated a moment for Robert to consider her out-of-right-field analysis before asking, "Do I cause you distress at these times? And if so, is there anything I can do to lessen this distress ... or relieve you of it? I know from our original discussion about the Bella units being little more than a sexbot -- your terminology -- that you have no interest in a physical relationship with me. I just want you to know that I am available to help you with your periods of arousal in whatever way you deem appropriate."

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Focusing on their work made the week fly past. Not only that, Bella was like having a second set of hands. She moved and worked like an extension of Rob's thoughts. He chalked it up to programming again and a basic understanding of mechanics and engineering. A lot of times, he didn't even need to talk to her or say what he wanted. He would put his hand out and the appropriate tool would be placed there and he could continue with what he was doing. It was the closest he figured he'd get to being in an operating room.

With the improved work schedule, there was more time for leisure a lot sooner. The idea of having a mural waiting for the crew when they wake was a lovely idea. It was also time to see a splash of color around the ship. The sterile walls were starting to get to Rob and there wasn't much for him to do when his scheduled workouts, meal times and work load were done. This was something he could do socially with Bella, though he wasn't sure how much she would enjoy the social aspect beyond helping him cope mentally with what's going on.

He was about to start blending the colors of the sky to simulate sunrise when Bella let him know that she caught him. He thought he wasn't staring, but from the sound of things, he was staring a lot more than he thought he was. He was about to apologize when she took it in a direction he didn't consider.

"Do I cause you distress at these times? And if so, is there anything I can do to lessen this distress ... or relieve you of it?"

"Distress? No, not at all... your form is pleasing to look at... which I think was the point of your original design. I wouldn't ask you to help relieve me; you said yourself that your body doesn't respond to touches to your intimate areas. Knowing that it's just for my benefit makes it feel... weird." He admitted, even though his cock was already jumping at the chance for Bella to touch it. "I can take care of it myself. I appreciate the offer though." He said, smiling. There was something forced about that smile. Deep down, Rob really wanted Bella to do it. His initial thoughts on Bella had changed as they worked together and he wouldn't mind her helping him "scratch his itch" so to speak, but part of him still found it odd to use a former sex bot so... robotically.

 

[BellaMiles]

"Distress? No, not at all," Robert reassured Bella. Your form is pleasing to look at... which I think was the point of your original design."

This was all very good news to the Android. She'd been growing more an more concerned that her physical effect on Robert was getting in the way of both his working effectively and being comfortable around her. He likely didn't realize that Bella had caught him out of the corner of her 180 degree peripheral vision eyes reaching down to adjust the positioning of his erection on numerous occasions.

"I wouldn't ask you to help relieve me," he continued. "You said yourself that your body doesn't respond to touches to your intimate areas. Knowing that it's just for my benefit makes it feel... weird."

"I understand," Bella said flatly without emotion.

When it didn't appear as if she was going to clarify further, Robert admitted, "I can take care of it myself. I appreciate the offer though."

"By it," she asked with her normal, unemotional tone, "you are referring to satisfying your inherently nature sexual need for release via masturbation, Rob."

It came out as a matter of fact statement, not a question. He'd stopped stirring the paint, which Bella had been watching intently; even with her very advance AI, she couldn't have been so creative with the color scheme of the mural, and it had fascinated her from the very first moment Robert had mixed two colors to create such beautiful shades.

"I wish to offer what I can toward your need, Rob," Bella said as she stood and began walking across the Commissary toward him. "I don't know if it is what you need, but I'm sure you will tell me."

She took the amateur Michelangelo by the hand and led him to the seating area that featured cushioned couches and what on Earth had been called a coffee table. Gesturing Robert to sit in the middle of a couch, Bella very quickly removed all of her clothes, standing before him naked yet again.

"Please, if you will Rob, remove your clothing," Bella said as she sat on the coffee table directly before him. Opening her legs to again show him her perfectly designed pussy. It glistened with moisture that, if he were to put his mouth to it, would taste like the cleanest and more authentic young Human female's pussy upon which his lips and tongue had ever found them. "Although I cannot feel the pleasure of sexual activity, I can provide you with visual stimulation that may improve your self gratification. Would you prefer I simply remain still, or would you like me to use my hands to simulate pleasuring myself?"

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Rob followed Bella's lead. She seemed sincere in wanting to help him. It didn't sound like a demand or something that was on Bella's list, another item to be crossed off. She seemed to... care. Was it genuine desire to help or more programming to model tenderness? ROb was wrestling with these feelings even as Bella was disrobing right in front of him. As her perfect tits bounced as they were freed from her top, he could feel his cock pulse in response. It really was so hard not to stare at Bella. She was built so perfectly; every curve was designed to be desirable and it was working the longer he looked.

His body wasn't helping either. It wasn't that he'd been without sex since he woke up. It was that he'd hardly had any before he went into the deep freeze. All the training and prep work prior to launch made it hard to have time for a relationship or even something beyond a one night fling. But Rob wasn't really the sort for flings.

This wouldn't be one; he'd spent so much time with Bella in the weeks since he woke that he felt like he knew her better than some of his past girlfriends. That's why he stood and disrobed as well. While she may not be able to enjoy this physically, perhaps its enough to know she gets some amount of fulfillment out of this, he told himself.

As he stood there, his cock nearly completely hard for Bella, he reached down and drew her up to her feet. Sliding his hands around her waist, he leaned down and kissed her shoulder. Sighing, Rob was amazed at the perfect combination of flavors he tasted on her skin. Wanting more, he kissed his way up her neck as one hand slid over the geometrically perfect curve of her ass. His need got the better of him as his other hand slid up her back, spreading his fingers to feel how warm she was to the touch.

"Bella..." He sighed out, pressing his body against her body, her breasts pressed just below his rib cage and his cock was trapped against her stomach. Slowly easing back, he sat down on the couch again, guiding Bella over him. He helped her part her thighs and straddle him as he held her chest to his. Sharing the couch like this now, they were closer to eye to eye, but Rob kept his eyes closed, guided by other senses.

Sliding his hips forward a little, he groaned as he felt that perfect slickness of her manufactured pussy against the underside of his cock. Moving his hips, he ground against her, smearing that fluid all along his shaft. It felt so heavenly. It had been so long since he felt that. He leaned back in the seat, changing up the angle to feel her grinding on the base of his cock. Sitting her up, ROb leaned forward, catching a nipple in his mouth. Teasing and sucking it softly, he was surprised to feel more fluid slip from Bella. He wasn't sure if she enjoyed it or it was part of her automatic nervous system. Either way, he liked the feeling of it.

Moving her up against him, he looked down to make sure he was lined up. As he would with his other lovers, he looked up to make sure she was ready. But what he saw made him freeze.

It was the eyes. Those emotionless, doll's eyes. Reality came back to him in that moment and he moved Bella to sit beside him. He looked away and hugged himself again, emotions of all sorts roiling through him. He bit his lip before saying "Thanks for the offer..."

With that, he got up, not bothering to put his clothes back on, and walked down to his quarters. He slipped into the shower to clean off the remnants of his attempted tryst with Bella. Once clean, he crawled into bed and pulled the covers over his head. Sleep didn't come easily or for long as Rob wrestled with his thoughts all night.

 

[BellaMiles]

(OOC: That was great!)

As his clothes fell away and his cock was revealed, Bella knew that her nakedness and -- as designed -- perfection were doing as they'd been intended, despite her current programming meaning that she was a vessel empty of any sexual emotion. When Robert lifted her to her feet and then took her back to the couch from which he'd come, she was surprised; she'd only meant to provide him with visual stimulation as he'd already informed her -- in other words -- that having actual physical sex with her would be akin to fucking a plastic blowup doll, something about which she'd read when she'd been reading through some of the recreational fiction provided for the crew's later benefit at Callisto.

He kissed her shoulder; he caressed her back; he grasped her buttocks; and finding it all so very realistic and comforting sighed, "Bella..."

He returned to the couch, taking her with him. She knew Robert's intentions, for her to straddle him and allow him to penetrate her vagina with his penis, thus engaging in intercourse. She moved with him knowingly, as if they'd been lovers for years; she felt his cock sliding between her labia and over her clitoris; she felt the same slipperiness between her pussy and his cock, caused by her artificial and yet very realistic vaginal lubricant leaking out per a Human-consistent quantity that had been set to 130%, because some designer had believed more was better to less.

Robert wrapped his arms around her lower back, pulling her tighter to him; in turn, Bella wrapped her arms around his shoulder, raising one to around his neck as he turned his head to one side to suck a pert nipple in between his warm, wet lips. Bella felt everything he was doing to her, more so than even the average woman due to the much higher level of artificial sensors in and on her body.

She felt it all.

But ... it gave Bella no pleasure.

And when he looked up from her generous bosom into her slightly larger than Human eyes, he saw it, too. As she found herself being slid from Robert's lap, Bella asked with genuine concern, "Is there something wrong, Robert. Is this not pleasing you?"

His response was basic and unhelpful to the Android who'd been trying to be just that, helpful: "Thanks for the offer..."

She was unsure of what to do or say; Bella had made the best attempt possible and she'd failed. She watched the Human male wander off, still naked, his penis noticeably softening until it was barely lifting before him by the time he reached the Commissary exit.

Bella didn't linger. Her task here was done. She stood, walked to the serving line to get a wet wipe to clean her sopping pussy, and dressed. Gathering Robert's clothes, she headed for his quarters. But reaching the door and knowing that he likely didn't want to see her at this moment in time, she simply folded them neatly and set them on the nearest horizontal surface.

And with that, she went back to her scheduled maintenance.

But just as Robert was having a difficult time finding sleep, Bella was having a difficult time analyzing what had gone wrong on the couch. She knew it had gone wrong for one simple reason: Robert hadn't experienced Human sexual orgasm; he hadn't discharged semen from his testicles, as was the ultimate goal of sexual intercourse and other forms of sexual activities.

Bella completed just one maintenance task before finding the nearest Charging/Downloading Port and, again, placing her hand atop it to continue her research. She learned almost nothing new; she'd already read and analyzed every bit of digital data available to her through the CDP, and she'd already skimmed through each of the crew member's hard copy book, magazine, pamphlet, flyer, etc., to which she had access, searching for more information on the topic of sex.

There was nothing to be done by her. The only chance she had of learning more about her model and its capabilities was for her Human counterpart to get past the firewall. And not only had Robert already said he wouldn't do that, Bella had agreed with him.

It seemed inescapable that if Robert was to enjoy any sort of sexual release until the reanimation of another Human crew member -- now 508 days away -- that release was going to have to be at his own doing.

As Bella disconnected from the CDP, she realized something: she was sad for Robert.

 

[such_a_bad_man]

Rob woke, sighing deeply as he realized he'd slept in. He wasn't sure if Bella didn't want to wake him or if she wanted to give him an easy start to the day. Either way, he shuffled into his shower, still going over the events of last night in his head. He must have replayed it all a dozen times; it didn't let him sleep that easy as a result. Stepping out, he dressed for the day, deciding to keep his usual get up. Even though they may be done with the repairs for the time being, he still wanted to keep the same daily routine.

He forgot what that meant as he walked into the commissary for his late breakfast and found Bella there waiting for him. They shared greetings for the day and he found the food prepared well as always. But even so, he wasn't sure what to talk about this morning. He wasn't sure if he should mention last night or if she was avoiding it out of courtesy, but breakfast passed without a word about it. To be honest, he was glad for it. It saved him a few more hours of embarrassment.

He decided to distract himself by finishing the painting he started last night. It gave his mind something else to focus on and a task to keep his hands busy. As he blended up some colors, Rob was pleased with the color gradient he was able to produce. The orange to pinks to purples of a sunrise really looked the part as he filled the wall with color. As he colored it in, a new idea came to him.

Getting some black paint, he made two small humanoid shapes, silhouettes against the sun behind them. Linking their hands, he smiled at the message it sent. It was a symbol that was very much like the ship's name: Hope. Where they were going was to be a hopeful new chapter for humanity. It was time that they had some indication of that in their day to day.

As he looked at the figure, Rob turned to clean his brushes, only to have his eyes land on Bella. Biting his lip, Rob finally came over and sat with her. "I never properly thanked you for what you offered last night. I know you're meant to take care of me, but even so, your offer was very selfless, so thank you." He began.

"I'd like you to get something out of it if we were to try again." He said, pausing to see if it registers what he might be alluding to. "But I'll need your help to walk me through the reprogramming that you'll need to get that part of your programming back." He finally says what he was thinking about all night. It was going to be so long before the others woke up; he couldn't keep going on like this with Bella. He had to try something.

 

[BellaMiles]

"I never properly thanked you for what you offered last night," Robert told Bella after most of another day of work had passed by. "I know you're meant to take care of me, but even so, your offer was very selfless, so thank you."

"It is my duty and pleasure to help you," the Android said. She'd almost used the words serve you, as was her actual current programming. But while her sexual research had been a bust for the most part, Bella's understanding of how to speak to her Human counterparts had expanded, and she'd learned that to say serve you as opposed to help or even assist you came across as more Android in nature compared to Human. And Bella wanted Robert to think of her as less Android if possible.

"I'd like you to get something out of it if we were to try again," he said.

Robert paused to see if Bella understood his meaning. She did, and she let him know by replying, "You would like me to enjoy sexual pleasure as you were last night, Rob."

He explained that he would need her help, and Bella again responded promptly, "I would like that very much, Rob."



The process of getting past the firewalls was more difficult that Bella had believed they would be. She sat with her hand upon a Charging/Downloading Port while Robert took on three overlapping tasks: tapping away at a keyboard, swiping information packets up, down, left, and right on a library touch screen, and manipulating a 3D hologram representation of the Callisto HOPE's central processing core, the Big Brain as many called it.

"No, Rob, sorry," Bella said again for the umpteenth time after Robert had performed some operation meant to get them a step ahead. "That did not work."

She simultaneously watched him work and processed the changes -- or lacks thereof -- she was experiencing through the CDP. She found it intriguing -- despite being an Android with limited emotional processing -- that she could find Robert Taylor fascinating. He had been so dedicated to everything he'd done since reanimation, and he was just as determined to succeed at this.

Was he doing this solely for himself? Bella knew Robert would not participate in sexual activity with her unless she, too, received sexual pleasure, so, this was about his own gratification. But, what that all it was about? Did Robert serious want -- in his own words -- for Bella to get something out of it?

"Tell me what it feels like," Bella said without there seeming to be any context to her request. When Robert looked her way, she clarified, "The day when you were reanimated, and you ejaculated from the sexual pleasure I was causing by stroking your penis. I am curious: can you describe that to me, as well as explain to me why it is so important for Humans to partake of sexual orgasm?"

He was just beginning to open his mouth to respond -- with an answer or a diversion, Bella couldn't yet know -- when she asked, "And assuming that we can get through the firewall and restore my original programming, will I be as happy and content with the pleasure you provide me?"

Again, Robert began to speak, only to be interrupted again. "I would like that I think, Rob. To be happy and content with the pleasure you provide me."