The Four Brothers - Ch 7

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Chapter 7 – Rescued!

The side door to the campervan suddenly slides open, admitting a huge gust of snow and someone in. Marcus blinks a little, looking up from his sleep, resembling a yellow bloated balloon man.

“Pinch me silly, I must be going snow blind.” He murmurs. Standing on the carpeting is a fever dream of a woman. Underneath a short brown jacket with “AWP” and logos of a badger sipping a cup of cocoa, the blonde is tall and well-toned, slightly muscular. All the better to cart the pair of bazookas gracing her chest. The extremely skin-tight, latex-like thermal suit and thigh-high heeled boots are the same shade of dark pink, as are the frames of the protectie snow goggles.

“Mr Manners? AWP 35302 here. Sorry it took me so long to get to your van. Are you still alive?” The woman’s lips are thick and layered in dark red lipstick... his favorite kind of lipstick on special occasions (so long as it was applied to the lips of some chick he liked – for obvious reasons the idea of wearing it himself wasn’t on the books), her voice slightly husky in a way that suggested cigarette and whiskey intake to keep warm.

“Clearly, no. Because apparently some sort of Heaven just came to get me.” Marcus cracked wise. “I take it I’ll need to drain out this suit...?”

The woman who had identified herself as AWP 35302 nodded slowly. “Yes and,,, sir, how many Chinajapese emergency warming ration buns have you had so far?” She pointed a gloved hand at the sack of rations, now still kind of warm. Attached to one breast somehow was a nametag marked “SUSAN / 35302A”, sewn on to avoid using anything that would bring the chill through the suit.

“About.... four. Just four.”

“Oh good. Those fuckers put Methylate-8 to help you warm up in those buns. The first four are probably okay as a na occasional snack. Number Five onwards means we have to purge your kidneys and liver on top of getting you out of any frostbite or chill injuries.”

Marcus paused. Blinked, then quickly pushed the sack of buns away from himself even as he tapped open the suit and step out of it. He was never eating that shit again.

The woman slowly ushered Marcus out of the campervan and a short distance quickly to a crawler of sorts that could probably hold three in the front, and another six in the back, halved if you had stretcher cases. “We’re going to evac you somewhere safe now and I’ve marked the campervan with a beacon for later recovery.” Susan smiled, looking at Marcus as she gently pushed him into the crawler’s back. As if by magic, the treads of the crawler started reversing out without prompting, before moving away into a direction that presumably spelt safety as the trooper sat next to him on the bench, bombshells still wobbling with each shake of the vehicle.

“Please forgive me if I seem a little... sloooower...” Susan drawled a little as she doffed her snow goggles, allowing Marcus the enjoyment of looking at a pair of deep blue eyes under carefully lined eyelashes.

Marcus nodded and shrugged. “Forgiven, that chill really slows people down. Could I get a little something warm here, like maybe a hot drink?”

Susan stayed perfectly still, hands still holding her goggles, like a very sensual mannequin display. That sort of thing was probably out of place in a crawler. “....”

Marcus looked worriedly, using a hand to test for some sign of awareness, waving it in front of Susan’s almost perfect face. “Uh, Susan? You okay there?”

“I’m okay, I’m okay...” Susan’s voice came from the door that presumably locked passengers from accessing the cockpit, all the better to focus on treacherous navigation. “I’ve had her ruggedized a bit to cope with these conditions, but sometimes she just conks out after a bit of work in especially harsh cold.”

Marcus looks a little closer at the frozen face of Susan... before backing away a little. “Sweet jesus, she’s a sexdoll! Am I being punked or something?”

The sardonic tones of Susan continue coming from a very wrong direction. “When I started, yes. I’ve been investing my profits from saving people and commissions from doing disaster recoveries for mostly practical things that help with survival, but I kind of realised at some point how impossible it was for me to bring my entire bulk as a crawler into people’s vehicles and smaller spaces, so I got something nice to look at and started making it more capable of doing actual person-scale work... It’s been great for morale in a surprising number of survivors.”

“Just the people who prefer women?” Marcus deadpanned, examining the static android with his eyes and resisting the urge to get handy.

“Both male and female survivors, yes.” There was a pause while Marcus took the implications of this in. “Don’t worry, I’m making plans to cater to people who prefer the other kind of action. I just got in a male version and I’ve got good friends helping to toughen it up for operational use. Hell, I think I can keep good control of both, get twice as much manpower on a problem!”

“You know.... some folks might find it offputting to hear a man with.... you know.... your voice.” Marcus observed as the crawler shook over a rough patch, the stabilizers cutting most of the shake away and keeping the cabin comfy.

“I thought of that, I’m getting in a second synthesizer board for a male voice. But where are my manners? I’m sorry we don’t exactly have gourmet coffee or an entertainment system, but we do have some inflight entertainment of sorts! And instant coffee in five different flavors. Feel free to get a little more comfy, we’re a lot slower than actual wheeled vehicles so getting back might take a little bit longer... Just let me disengage fully from Susan and let her work on her own...”

As if on cue, the Susan android suddenly stood stiffly at attention for a few seconds, before slowly relaxing and resuming her sensual little moves, smiling at Marcus as she purrs. “What sort of instant coffee would you like?” She asks, as the cockpit falls silent as if to focus on the drive ahead.

Marcus had two answers prepped. The first one seemed perfectly okay. “just milk coffee would be fine, actual milk creamer and real sugar would be nice...” As Susan walks away, her hips sway from side to side as if the stay stable on her heeled boots. Marcus was already thinking of the second answer he had, gulping a little as he wondered about the ethics of cheating on his wife with a sexdroid, even though... technically, there was aspects of the whole quandry that made it autosolving...

“Actually, I’m also still feeling kind of cold from staying stuck in my van. I don’t suppose I could get some help for that, Susan?” Marcus asked as he accepted the beverage on Susan’s return.

Susan responded by sitting down next to Marcus and draping herself against Marcus, her soft body rounded in all the right places. Marcus’ hand started getting a little jerky from the sensuality of it, the faint antiseptic smell of her suit... “I don’t suppose we could erm... do something to ease the boredom?”

Susan smiles mischeviously, standing up. Marcus briefly reminds himself that this is how the android was programmed, even if it had been altered into a workhorse to save lives in the Alaskan snow... She unzips the front of her thermal suit, letting Marcus get a whole view of her front, all the way down to the trimmed blonde pubis between her legs. “Take all the time you want, Mr Manners... it’s going to be a looong trip back.”
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Marcus was still a little awestruck half an hour later. He had only asked to be rescued and his campervan towed back to civilization, but what had just happened to him was... breathtaking. The Susan android had practically rode him six ways to Sunday, and was still slowly stroking his sides as she sat right there atop, the mess of their explorations on clear display. “Ohhh, Mr Marcus, that was fun. I hope youuuu enjoyed it...” the machine purred at a much lower register, clearly spent. Hopefully there would be no other issues that would require her to go into the snow, or there would be hell to pay... He lingered a little, his fingers playing with her plump reddish nipples. She was clearly depleted, her head slumping as she let out one more moan of pleasure before falling totally silent and inert.

“Just leave her there, I’ll get one of my little helpers to clean her up and recharge her before my next sortie.”

“Seriously, it sounds like you were being a voyeur all this time, AWP. Were you?” Marcus teased the pilot AI as he tried to clean himself up a bit and return to respectability.

“Yes! I mean, NO! I mean.... anyways, whom do I send the invoice for your rescue to?” The crawler cheerfully asked as it pulled into a sheltered bay to recharge and summoned a small pack of tiny imp robots into the cabin. One of the bots pulled a tarp over Susan’s deactivated body, before the troop scooted away with her to Goddess knows where.

“Arendtcore Minnesota, refer it to Seamus Arendt. He’s good for it.” Marcus nodded as he disembarked down the steps in the back of the crawler.

“Okie dokie, Arendtcore Minnes-.” The crawler’s voice halted in mid repeat. “... you know what, consider this a payment towards certain....erm... previously rendered services.”

Marcus blinked. “You owe Seamus money?”

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to be taken seriously as a robotic rescue crawler when you submit a proposal like Susan and ask for takers? Only the Arendt bros were willing to put in the modification and extra code to make it all work.... and erm.... I still haven’t fully paid them for.... the mandroid I was going to put through the same works.” There was a mix of sheepishness, appreciation and guilt in the feminine tones of the pilot AI. “I’ll even omit the bit about your fun times with Susan, just in case it triggers your wifey!”

Marcus deadpans. “You’d be amazed at what she’ll let me get away with as long as I don’t do it in the house.” Turning away, he waved a hand back, “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to book a room to sleep the sleep of the warmed dead in, thanks!”

The crawler let out a small sigh, before shifting side to side as if to look for something.... before powering off so that it could load up the hot sex session beween Marcus and the Susan android. It was a betrayal, but a woman had needs, right? Even if it was a snow crawler?