The machine rattled off its mission as she had commanded, only slightly to her surprise. Though it wasn’t what she had wanted to hear, at least it gave her something to work with. To the agent’s dismay, it not only picked up her and the case but Jules as well. If nothing else, she wanted to keep the other woman safe… though she had no idea if this “Ven” was some sort of pirate, or simply someone retrieving stolen property, and Jules was the pirate.

“Yes, that woman is an A.D.D. agent. Bringing her to your master might create problems for… him.” She tried to explain, guessing at the gender of this thing’s owner.

More importantly though, as it made back towards her ship, it seemed to take its attention from her, giving her an opening to finally grab her sidearm. Wrapping slender fingers around the grip, she drew the weapon quickly and attempted to point it into the robot’s chest, if possible firing off as many wild shots as she could to see if it would have any effect…

Lights flickered behind that visor indicating it was calculating her words as they moved toward the ship. It took two or three seconds before it answered.

NOT MY PROBLEM. ORDERS WERE TO RETRIEVE THE THIEF ALIVE. And since it could not be sure who the thief was it took both of them. It had no gender but sounded more male than female, that artificial voice made it difficult to determine which.

She had been able to draw her gun, shooting to mixed results. Jules had been dropped and the case while she was flung away. But she was unable to hit the interior of the thing scoring a hit on the rifle instead. Between it and the cover it was a difficult shot to take.

She kept shooting as it turned to face her. The bolas hindered her aim but she was able to turn on her backside to fire. It would have been tough to track it if it moved laterally. But it did not coming straight at her. Shots off it's chassis did not damage it.

Shots inside could have damaged it it those grappler arms did not intentionally get in the way of each shot taking the blast instead. The material of those arms almost as strong as the rest of it's body, a little weaker since they had to be flexible. Lifting up one of the clamp-like arms she would see a wrist mounted grenade launcher firing a grenade at her that erupted with a wave of electrical energy that stunned her.

She was disarmed and taken, her pistol and it's damaged rifle left behind. When next she came to she still had that capture cable wound around her. She was on the floor of her ship right next to the pilot's seat where this thing sat. Jules had been similarly bound and still out, that rifle had more stunning capacity or her suit better protected her against that grenade.

Turning in it's seat when it noticed she was awake it pulled her up to her knees as that chest opened again. Those graspers coiled about her breasts, others traced along her sides.

I HOPE YOU ARE NOT THE PILOT. WHAT IS YOUR DESIGNATION?

The agent hardly even listened as it responded… she had her opening and had chosen to take it. Missing the opportunity to make a clever quip or one-liner, she opened fire and watched disappointedly as the hulking machine mostly ignored her attempted attack, blocking its opened hatch with an arm while raising the other, bringing some sort of weapon to bear on the agent. There was a “FWOOMP!” and then the crackle of electricity before her world went dark.

Catherine’s eyes didn’t flutter open as they do in the movies… a cringe crossed her brow, her eyes squinting as she came to with quite the headache. A soft groan of dull pain announced her consciousness to her captor. A simple flex of her arms confirmed that she was still bound. Her suit also seemed sluggish… the electric attack, whatever it had hit her with, might have damaged some of the systems. Even before daring to open her eyes, she heard the familiar hum of her interceptor in the floor beneath her. As she finally looked about, she saw the large robot above her… likely having programmed the autopilot, as it was far too big to sit in the pilot’s chair.

Before the young blonde could say anything, the same mechanical arms lashed out at her, pushing her up onto her knees and spinning themselves about the swell of each of her breasts, squeezing the tender flesh beneath her suit. Catherine gave a surprised cry as the flesh of her impressive chest bulged between the monstrosity’s cables, the bindings keeping her from defending herself. Still others began to feel along the sides of her suit where heavy metal met latex-like suit, the pressure of its appendages easily felt through the thin material.

“Nnngh… I am…” She gasped out through gritted teeth, her eyes glaring hatred at the mechanical thing that she rarely held even for an organic. “And I’M the agent… Agent Catherine Lyons… so get your… things… off of me, or your… hnngh… your master… will be held accountable…”

ONE OF YOU WERE GOING TO BE A POTENTIAL BATTERY. SO YOU WERE LYING EARLIER? It released it's hold but it was not for consideration of Master Ven or any consequences. Ven was not his real master anyway, and while it had been assigned to obey it's real loyalty had been to it's creator, Balnab.

Another arm extended out from it's chest cavity, this one different, this one ending in a needle that she was injected with. Truth serum? Shouldn't it have used so at the start? No, not truth serum as a warmth began to pool through her increasing in intensity.

A clamp reached up to the cables that bound her taring them away. REMOVE YOUR CLOTHING.

It did not wait long for her to comply, either she would or it would force her out of those things. It was not afraid of anything she would try freeing her like that. I SHALL GIVE YOU A SNEAK PEAK AT WHAT YOU SHALL EXPECT.

Those graspers coiled against her breasts again as clamps lifted her up by the waste to a height where different graspers came out of that chest equipped with particular tools. One was some sort of feather duster that twirled against her clit, another was a dildo that rubbed against her sex teasing it and assisting that aphrodisiac that it shot her up with.

Others had suction cups that were placed over her nipples, air circulating through tubes to provide a suction against them as mist shot on them and had been sucked up a moment later in a never ending cycle.

Even with the things about her large chest, she went a bit wide-eyed at the statement… and she wondered what being a “battery” entailed to this thing. “Ah… wh… which one of us… ends up as the battery? It might affect my answer…” she muttered. Despite her quip, she didn’t want the thing doing any further harm to Jules… who, unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately?) was still passed out, it seemed.

“Aiii!... gaaah…” She hissed in sudden pain as the thing jabbed a needle at her arm. At first, her suit stopped the intrusion, but the persistent pressure easily allowed the syringe to pass through the material and into her body. Whatever she’d been drugged with, she could feel it spreading through her body like a dull, growing fire… not painful, in fact quite the opposite. In the midst of that action, she realized that the thing had ripped the cables free of her arms. The young agent tried to think quickly… she had absolutely no chance of overpowering it, and even if she could get a firearm somehow, firing one inside of the ship seemed unwise.

With the next command from the metal monstrosity, she grimaced… she had no intention of stripping for this thing, though she doubted she’d stay clothed long at this rate no matter her choice. There was the emergency signal in the cockpit though, which unfortunately lay past the robot. Feeling she had little to lose, the blonde made a dash for the controls, trying to slide between the thing’s feet. Unfortunately for her, she didn’t make it that far and was instead grabbed, again surprised at how fast it could move despite its bulk.

“NO! Leave me… wait! Don’t do that!” She yelled even as it descended upon her with those pincers, easily ripping the material from her body where it was thin, and eventually finding the buckles on her metallic armor, letting the defunct equipment drop to the ship’s floor with a ringing clank. “Disengage! Stop! Cease all functions!” She cried out random commands, hoping one might stop its assault.

Again the grasping arms returned to the swell of her young globes, the flesh squeezing slightly between them. She cried out in slight pain but mostly fear as it clamped onto either side of her flat belly, lifting her into the air before a bevy of tools were presented before her. The soft duster it pressed to her love button twirled against her, instantly igniting that spreading fire from the injection, and getting a carnal cry from the young agent despite her revulsion. “Nnngh… no… please don’t…” She stammered again, her entwined chest puffing out as she sucked in a breath, responding to the pressure of the phallus pressing against her flower, not yet parting her folds but with the obvious threat of soon doing so. A cool sensation coated the swell of her captured breasts before a pair of cups each descended on the hardened bullets of her nipples, sucking them deep into the devices before pulling away and letting her breasts bounce softly. “Haiii! Ahh… puh… please…” She gasped out, trying to stop it… even as her body wanted it to keep going.

It answered only because there had been no harm in doing so. WHOMEVER MASTER VEN IS NOT AFTER WILL BE THE BATTERY. I SHOULD HAVE HAD ONE BEFORE. It was something new that it had decided on since two had been one too many in this situation and it had gone through the trouble of bringing them both back.

Sensors could monitor things such as her rising skin temperature, how her eyes dilated and the betrayal of her body before she sprang into action. Calculations made in a fraction of the time that a human needed and while not incredibly fast as far as reflexes it was already acting before she was moving resulting in snagging her before she managed to get to that panel all by looking seeming less while doing this. Moving and adjusting in particular ways as it played the odds in it's calculations.

In short order she had been naked and in it's grasp. That swirling motion against her clit worked to heat her up further while that dildo toyed against the slit of her sex. Large breasts had been toyed with and while she sputtered out commands it had ignored each one, she was not Balnab, Ven or a scientist as far as it knew and so the failed war machine continued.

Having been modified by Doctor Balnab it underwent a series of changes to it's function so that it could collect samples and additional coolant as necessary.

A few thrusts were made with that dildo pressing in and spinning at the same time in complete circles. First slow then fast as it increased that tempo. It did so for only a few minutes stirring up her juices before that dildo was presented to her lips pressing beyond them to keep them occupied.

That was when the retractable “cock” slide out of it's body. 12” of a copper coated cylinder that crackled a little with chaotic jolts of electricity. That electrical pulse stopped as it angled her body above it's own, then pressed her to that member letting her know what was in store for her, jolting her with a mild charge to remind her that it was there, not that it needed to remind her of that then slowly pressed the end of that rod inside her, barely pressing inside her as it worked her down it's length every so often jolting her with a mild charge.

What Catherine did next might have seemed to defy logic, at least, or perhaps especially, to the agent herself. Given what little she knew about the robot’s intentions, she didn’t want the other woman to have to suffer, whether it be this humiliation or some darker fate. She only hoped that Jules was more resourceful than her in case this further incapacitated her.

As the young blonde hung panting, seizing clamps pressing into her flat stomach from either side, she fought to keep her wits about her even as it seemed to try to drive her wild with lust. “I… she’s… the pilot… not me… don’t hurt… don’t hurt her… ooooh god…” She gasped, the whirling brush at her small clit getting to her as it started to coat with her nectar… the juices flying off the spinning brush and across her thighs, as well as her assailant itself. “HAAAAUGH!” the young woman cried out, flinging her head back a little and tossing her long blonde locks as it suddenly plunged into her pussy. To her shame, even as it pulled back for the first time it came out glistening with her honey, making a soft but still audible sound before pushing between her lower lips again.

Wincing and fighting against the thing as it began to rape her, she felt a final plunge of the dildo into her pussy before pulling out just as quickly. Slowly it raised up, passing her chest as those grabbing tendrils continued to coil against her now shimmering breasts, the suction cups still pulling at her young tits hungrily. Higher it raised, until, in the midst of yet another cry of unwanted ecstasy, it buried itself between her soft lips and pushed down on her tongue, lodging itself in her mouth.

A mechanical whirring drew the girl’s vision lower, and she saw why it had abandoned her lower regions with the other toy. As the cylinder rotated out and she was positioned, the intent obvious, she shook her head as much as the thing between her lips would allow, making garbled please for mercy even as it lowered her. Soon it was against her, and even as she tried to push down on the arms holding her, trying to get away just from that phallus if not the robot itself, a jolt rushed through her body. The electricity. Pain seized her, and her muscles contracted, though it wasn’t as painful as she had expected. The young woman’s eyes clenched and began to tear up before opening wide again, feeling it impale deeper and deeper into her sex… taking its time as if enjoying the way she jumped and bounced every time it would snap her with another shock.

YOU ARE THE PILOT? GOOD THEN THE OTHER IS FOR MASTER VEN TO DEAL WITH. It announced before taking her. That rod at a hole in the center of the end allowing it to siphon her juices, which it did at a slow rate.

It had plenty of coolant prior to the mission so it was just topping up. Her struggles were useless in drawing away but to it's credit it had not rammed itself in. The dildo in her mouth was going much quicker finding where her gag reflex was just once before using that artificial intelligence to guide it into into her without tripping it.

That rod quickly adjusted finding out how much of that rod she could comfortable take. It pumped into her while moving her to the control consul of the ship sitting her down upon it while it pressed into her.

The shocks increased shocking her at random. Once it found her g-spot it was something that it could not forget sure to bring that rod to that spot again and again.

Another grasper extended out of the chassis. This one looped around her neck squeezing tight enough to cut off her air supply for a few seconds at a time easing up on her each time she neared blacking out. Right after allowing her to breath again that rod shocked her again with a jolt of increased power to keep her alert.

JUST A SAMPLE OF WHAT IS IN STORE FOR YOU AGENT LYONS.

As a machine it was tireless. That and it could multitask flipping a switch or turning a dial every so often while it tended to her. That dildo pulled free now rubbing between those tits that those graspers pressed together, each rub threatening to take her mouth yet again.

The agent didn’t fully understand why this was happening to her… what the robot could possibly gain from this. She wondered if it had been programmed simply be insidious… in a way, she wasn’t entirely wrong, though it was more complex than she could then understand. Muffled protests and gagged cries of pleasure entwined with pain came from the girl’s stuffed mouth, tasting herself on the dildo even as her saliva replaced her juices, some even running down her chin as it deftly figured out how to stick itself further and further into her throat without gagging her.

She felt her exposed backside press against the cool metal of the control console… the machine had managed to avoid tripping anything important. If perhaps she could just reach the comm, she thought to herself, she could at least trigger an SOS of some sort… crude though it would clearly be. Every time she even started to reach out though, another jolt would flicker from within her sex, stunning the young woman’s body into submission. In due time, it managed to locate her g-spot with the conductor as it pushed deeper into her, and every shock to her there elicited either a cry of pain or an almost visible ripple through her body.

Her eyes opened wide once more as it looped one of the grabbing arms around her slender neck, squeezing in just the right way to choke her but not black her out… it had been programmed to toy with its victims apparently. As the coiled arm released, it shocked her once more, hard this time, getting a yelp of pain past the phallus between her lips.

The toy violating her mouth finally relented, pulling back and trailing her saliva with it, before laying itself between her breasts and pumping itself, the metallic coils around each breast pressing the glistening flesh tight around the toy. Another jolt went off against her g-spot, this one fainter and not enough to cause pain, instead finally pushing the girl over the edge into a screaming orgasm, her entire body tensing as it crashed over her… fingers and toes curling, ensnared chest thrusting out obscenely as her belly sucked in, her eyes almost wanting to roll back but instead settling for a half-lidded flutter.

With her release that grasper squeezed again long enough to bring her to unconsciousness for the remainder of the trip. When she woke next she had still been naked with manacles clasping her arms behind her back. Jules had been similarly bond and next to her but the machine had not tampered with her outside of changing her restraints. She was kneeling while she had been laying there.

Droids had been present arms ending in cannons and hovering their on repulsors. They were about half the size as she was, some sort of older security model from what she could remember. Individually they were easy to deal with provided that one had some training and a viable weapon but they were cheap and often used in large numbers or as security that didn't have to deal with trained individuals such as warehouses or offices.

She counted at least half a dozen of these things floating around with two others that were different. One being the large one standing next to her and the other was a green humanoid model, more sophisticated then the security model as it dealt with interactions with organics.

Then there was the organic that was present speaking to Jules. He appeared to be some sort of reptilian creature, the left side of his body replaced by cybernetics. The arm, probably the leg given the unusual sound and apparent weight that didn't match up to the right as it paced and the eye, an eerie red light that glowed.

From what she gathered Jules has stole something or tried, the case. She had been retrieved and about to be punished. This had to be Ven. He had Jules taken away by the security droids and the AI while only her captor remained.

A cold metallic hand gripped her chin lifting it up so that he could glare at her with that eye. “I am told you are an agent. I hate agents. Now which limb should I replace?”

NEGATIVE. SHE IS MINE. THE ORDER WAS TO RETURN JULES THE PILOT TO YOU.

Ven glared at the machine for a long moment, then grinned after a minute. “Clean her up. All I can smell from her is sex.”

A grasper pulled her up to her feet ready to escort her from this place. As best as she could tell this had to be some sort of ship. Ven's ship large enough to hold at least one vessel she guessed if the machine left from here unless it was contacted away from the ship. In short order she would see how large it was. Judging by the size of this room she guessed big.

Unless she said anything she would be taken off to be cleaned and ultimately brought to the brig where she was shoved into a cell that had a force field. Clothes were thrown in to her before the field came up sealing her in. A simple jump suit that was a bit too tight in the chest but fit even if she couldn't get the zipper in the back all the way up.

Even before the young woman fully ended her release, the thing constricted around her neck again, this time cutting blood flow instead of air and quickly knocking her out, leaving her an unconscious, spasming body in the machine’s grip.

Time passed.

Again her eyes clenched in pain before opening… this time her head throbbed. She’d been knocked out like that before during her tenure on the island and the pounding feeling in her head wasn’t a welcome memory. “Unnngh…” She let out, a soft and feminine groan that told the story of the dull ache. She’d been left kneeling it seemed, still completely stripped of her outfit or any clothing, with her hands bound behind her in heavy clamps, affixed to a wall. The agent’s exposed chest and stomach rose and fell gently as she took in her surroundings… first, the numerous sentries patrolling the place, as she’d seen their make and model before. Or at least, she had seen them in reports and briefings. Rookie as she was, she made it a point to pay attention to such details, and recalled that despite their appearance, they were relatively little threat to a qualified threat. Sadly, her current state didn’t really make her such a threat.

Jules and their machine captor were also present, along with another machine, this one quite unique amongst the metal menagerie. At the middle of it all was a reptilian creature, clearly a cyborg what with its metal arm and, she assumed, some prosthetic in its leg that gave it just a slightly-off gait. As what she could make out of their conversation unfolded, she further supposed that this must be the “Ven” that the machine had been taking them to, as she was fairly sure that the topics of theft, the case, and Jules’ impending punishment for the proceedings were the topics of discussion. Before she could figure her way out of the situation, Jules was released into the care of the security force, including the unique robot, to be escorted away. The blonde wasn’t sure she’d be able to rescue Jules at this point, though she still planned to try. This assumed that she could even rescue herself.

That prospect was called into question as the remaining pair approached her. The girl rattled her manacle, pulling on them a bit in a show of force and anger as she glared hatred at the reptilian in charge of it all. The little act of defiance was more likely to either incite anger or laughter though, as she didn’t even come close to budging the heavy bindings, and the sight of the agent’s naked young body so restrained certainly didn’t elicit fear. “Now you listen HUURK!” She started, getting cut off immediately as the thing grasped her jaw and raised it slightly, her arms stretching just a bit behind her.

The fight was quickly sapped from her as Ven began to exposit what he planned to do with her, and her fierce look of determination faded slightly, teeth still gritting but eyes widening in shock at what it was going to do to her. She wasn’t sure if she felt relief as the robot interceded and claimed ownership of her… at least it didn’t want to dissect her, she reasoned. Trying to keep from visibly trembling, she decided to remain quiet as they had their argument, even as she was further humiliated.

There was no protest from the blonde agent as she was escorted, hands still bound behind her, away and through the ship. It was massive, she soon found. Her captor must have had money to keep such a vessel… as it seemed largely staffed by machines of various sorts. Though she hadn’t yet seen any proof, she knew a slaver when she saw one. The money, the arrogance, the mannerisms… she had an idea what fate awaited her and Jules if she couldn’t do something. Then again, this robot seemed enamored with her, she thought.

After being hosed off with cool water and (thankfully, lest she freeze) dried off, she found herself shoved into a cell… unbound, and even given a jumpsuit, though she quickly found that the suit didn’t fit her properly, and she could only raise the zipper to just above the small of her back, thanks to the large swell of her chest. “Wait, this doesn’t fit!” She cried after the robot, not sure it would care but figuring it was worth a try. More than that, she wanted to keep it talking… she had a feeling this thing was the ticket to her, if not Jules’… freedom.

Those heavy clanking steps did stop. The machine came back, lights flashed from behind the visor then it emitted an orange light that it ran over her body from head to toe. When that light cut off it spoke.

REMOVE THE GARMENT. MEASUREMENTS WILL BE MORE ACCURATE. Waiting for her to comply she was scanned again and told to place the suit back on.

I DO NOT BELIEVE THERE IS ANYTHING ON HAND FOR THAT PARTICULAR SIZE. THERE ARE FEW ORGANICS HERE BUT I WILL SEE WHAT CAN BE DONE.

Again she had been left there in the cell with no way to measure time. Alone with her thoughts in a cell that had a toilet and bunk bolted into the wall. There were no cameras from what she could tell and the controls to the force field were just outside on the wall.

There were plenty of droids that she saw, most were security models and simple droids that could operate their system they were stationed to and little else. When the droid returned and dropped that force field it had her suit in a clamp that it gave to her. The only article of clothing that would fit comfortably due to her chest.

Either a last choice or the fact that it was not concerned with what the suit could do if it were even aware. She had to assume so.

Once she was dressed again it took the jumpsuit leaving her with nothing to work with making her more resourceful in the few things that remained. It then started out of the cell ready to lock her back in unconcerned by turning it's back to her more than capable of dealing with an unarmed organic of her species.

With thoughts still taking their time in coming to her, Catherine strained to think of something while the machine was scanning her… something to get her out of this mess. Nothing came, and the machine reactivated the force field, leaving her to her thoughts as numerous other drones flew, walked, or drove about, completely oblivious to her or her peril. At least she wasn’t being gawked at, she thought, still finding the need to cover herself a bit out of habit.

Heavy footsteps signaled the robot’s return well before it came into the agent’s sight. She laughed when seeing what was in the mechanical behemoth’s clamp: The tattered remains of her suit hung as a mash of shredded thin-mesh material and clinking metal armor. She should have just kept the jumpsuit, she thought to herself. With the damage done to the suit, it wouldn’t even begin to cover her. It was then that she noticed a couple of the LEDs on an armor segment were lit. Had it regained power after the electric blast?

The blonde took her time, nodding her thanks quietly as she took it from the robot, trying to think of some way to use this as she put it on. It had already proven to be quite unconcerned about even her augmented strength with the suit. She tried to go over what she knew of the metal monster: It was well out of her league in terms of combat and even seemed to have her matched in speed, but it didn’t seem particularly malevolent, aside from its obsession with using her as a “battery”. She still hasn’t figured out what it had wanted from her but it must have gotten something in their… exchange… aboard her ship, she assumed. It was… just following programming?

“I’m going to regret this in a bit…” She sighed, her accent coming through in a rare moment. “… unit, directives to retrieve the pilot and cargo have been fulfilled, yes? However, Ven, your operator, has expressed dislike for my organization, and clearly plans to have me modified or exterminated, negating any use you might get from… me…” She stammered, trying to keep logical but not enjoying the idea of the robot keeping her like some kind of sex toy. “In order to preserve my use as a… battery… you must allow me to leave this ship before this occurs. That way, my viability for said function remains intact, and you merely need to find me again, as opposed to losing a resource permanently.” The young woman waited, hoping and praying that her reasoning would actually work on the thing. It was a long shot, and she was still working out how to get Jules free if it could even be accomplished.

It waited for her to dress then turned back to her after turning away once she began to speak. It traced her reasoning paused for a second or two as it must have been playing out such things prior to speaking. NEGATIVE. THE PURPOSE OF THE BATTERY IS TO REMAIN CLOSE AT CLAMP. IF YOU WERE EVEN A SYSTEM REMOVED YOU MAY NOT BE REACHED IN TIME TO CHARGE UP.

MASTER VEM WILL NOT HARM YOU. HE HAS A HISTORY WITH YOUR ORGANIZATION AND HAD ONCE BEEN IMPRISONED BY THEM. HOWEVER, HE HAS NO PERSONAL INTEREST IN YOU. YOU WILL REMAIN HERE ON THIS SHIP.

So much for that though she noted that it did not immediately say no rather processing her words first. Left in that cell the door to the cell powered down only when food was brought to her. For the first day things had been quiet. The only time she had been disturbed had been for meals until the morning when the robot came back.

Again the cell “door” was deactivated and it brought the morning meal remaining until she had finished. AGENT LYONS, WHAT IS YOUR FUNCTION AMONG YOUR ORGANIZATION? It entertained a bit of small talk interested in finding out the answer before taking her off to get cleaned up.

Oddly she repeated the process a few times over the next few days. It would answer most of her questions as long as they didn't pertain to Ven, what he was doing or anything confidential. Nor would it reveal anything of tactical importance so she was still in the dark as to where they were or how many machines and organics had been on board.

No one touched her initially. At least not until the battery needed to be recharged. On one particular occasion things had been a bit different. She ate breakfast as normal but rather than removing her tray or entering into small talk it gave her orders.

REMOVE YOUR CLOTHING. It could easily do so but gave her a minute or so to comply first, next that panel on it's chest opened and a plethora of graspers extended outward, one contain that familiar injection.

COOLANT LEVELS AT 33% NEED MORE PRIOR TO THE NEXT DEPLOYMENT.

A clamp would secure her as it gave her an injection not waiting for it to take full effect and acting a pair of those graspers circled her breasts granting them a tight squeeze as he moved her towards the bed before sitting her down on the edge of it. One of the graspers, narrower than his clamps began to dash over her sex long, narrow and cold.

The blonde’s hopes sunk as it denied her suggestion. Before she could respond… much less think of a proper retort… it had turned and reactivated the cell, leaving her essentially naked in her tattered suit save for the armor pieces that adorned her arm and the stirrup-like armor on her legs, covering only up to her knee before keeping to the outside. It curved in beneath her breasts but she found that this only served to thrust her chest out even more, especially without the meager covering of the nano-weave material that had been destroyed. At least it had listened to her, she supposed, though she wasn’t sure how to get it to free her.

Time passed and she waited, never quite thinking up an actionable plan of escape. The young woman tried not to think of what had become of Jules, but whatever it was, it was likely too late to help her by now.

At the first instance of the assault robot bringing her food, she almost laughed. Surely the reptilian had robots more suited for such a task, or at the very least something more productive for this walking weapon to do. She found herself caught off guard by the initial question though. “Ah… I… free people that have been enslaved or held captive against their will. I also man a… very boring… blockade.” She added, the irony of her own situation not lost on her, and causing her to make a little sigh, her chest rising and falling noticeably as she did.

The odd dinner conversations continued for a while. She would test the robot’s limits with regards to what it would and wouldn’t talk about. Once she just tried to keep it talking out of loneliness. How pathetic, she had thought to herself afterward. She hadn’t yet had the courage to ask after Jules.

However after one such meal, noting that the machine had been particularly quiet whilst she ate, she handed the tray back to it, only to have it switch tone and demand that she strip again. She paused for a second… knowing instinctually that it wouldn’t wait long. The tattered remains of her uniform reminded her of what happened the first time she’d refused. “O… okay…” She stammered and started to slip out of her gear, not taking too long but clearly not wishing to be used again.

“Please, I would rather you not haaaa!” She gasped, again not expecting the injection. “Not this again… please…” the young woman pleaded… to little effect it seemed, for regardless of her plea the thing quickly looped its metal coils about her chest, squeezing them at the base and up around each fleshy globe. One of its large clamps pressed in around her stomach, raising her just slightly off the ground like one would a doll and bringing her to sit slightly against the cot before a new coil reached out to her. This one delved lower, quickly snaking its cold self between her lower lips and getting a stifled “Mmmgh!” from the agent. She could feel the injection’s aphrodisiac effect already taking hold of her, but she was so ashamed… she really didn’t want to cum for this thing again.