Market Commodity

A “Market Commodity” Story

By Roby M

G1/STSE Universe



Bonnie Montez smirked as she directed her boys to place the crate in her living room.

Oh the fun and games she was going to have with this new toy.

“Well then? Open it already.” She demanded.

“Sure thing boss.” Stevie Leboa replied, the larger of the two men, and usually the quickest on the uptake and it took him only a moment to crack open the crate and reveal the machine inside.

“Damn that thing is ugly.” Uttered the other man, Freddie Black, certainly no beauty himself, since a series of bar fights had left the shorter guy with a lumpy and scared visage, and, so it was said, knocked all his sense into the next state.

“You my good Sir, have no taste at all.” Bonnie said, walking around the exposed clone.

“I just don’t get why any self-respecting woman would want one of these things over a real man.” Freddie snorted.

“Idiot.” Stevie lashed out, hitting the shorter man on the back of the head.

“Control Freddie. It’s all about control. This… pretend man will do everything and anything I order it to, I can shape his entire world, make him into anything I want, from maid, to bodyguard, to sex slave, or all of those things. I might even let you have a go.”

“I’m not fucking any machine, no way, no how.”

“Your loss. Now go. I want a little time with my new toy.”

“Yeah Boss.”

The two men let themselves out, and she listened as the familiar tones of Stevie berating Freddie had faded.

“Now Darling; let’s wake you up. Swindle activate, owner code 61928-Z-1636-TDI.

Purple optics lit up, and Bonnie smiled, the prefect name falling into her head.

“Model 61928-Z-1636-TDI activated, registered owner Bonnie Montez.” Then the clone grinned, “My lady.” Inclining his head, in a half bow.

Bonnie grinned; this was going to be fun. “So shall you be my knight in shining armour?” She asked teasingly.

“I’ll be anything you want me to be.” The Swindle clone smoothly replied.

“And I dub thee Plum.”

The purple optics flickered as Plum considered. “Plum? A fruit?” The clone exclaimed.

“No.” Bonnie smirked. “Plum as in the slang, one hundred thousand pounds, or fifty thousand dollars if you need the American conversion, as in what you are meant to be worth.”

Plum inserted the new word definitions in his Meta, still annoyed.

“I’m worth far more than that.”

“Then prove it, Plum.” Her dark eyes challenging him.

Plum hesitated.

Bonnie raised an eyebrow.

“What dimensions do you require?”

Bonnie laughed; a cruel mocking sound. “Foreplay Plum. Foreplay.” She sighed dramatically. “I suppose you will need to be taught.”

She stepped closer, standing just inches away, and Plum had to suppress the irrational feeling that was screaming, ‘run away.’ She was his Master, his Lady, his everything; his entire purpose was to please her.

She kissed, her tongue forcefully demanding entry, and dominating his glossa, her arms reaching up and wrapping around his neck.

His sensory network went wild, his programming directing him to seek more, taste more, feel more.

Then she pulled away.

Plum almost whined at the sudden loss of contact.

“Disappointing.” She declared, the word slamming into him and making his world spin.

“No, I can’t do better, much better, just give me a chance, please, my Lady? My Master?”

“Boss. I prefer Boss.”

“Yes Boss.” Plum trembled, half from denied pleasure, half from fear.

“I hope you are a better bodyguard than you are a sex toy.”

“Yes boss, I’ll be the best bodyguard you’ve ever had.”

She looked down her nose at him, “I severely doubt that.”

Plum shivered again, where had he gone wrong?

“Can you drive?”

“Yes Boss.” Plum answered quickly, daring the glance up. She was frowning. Plum had a sudden flash of memory, more feeling than image, of icy rage directed at him.

“Well that’s something at least. She ran a hand over his chest. “Such a shame, such a waste. Well the girls might enjoy a little fun.”