The young agent breathed hard as her nipples were sucked into the tubes slightly, tugged on as if she were to be milked or something. The way the tentacles around her fleshy breasts were squeezing her, she wondered if that was what it was attempting. Whatever the reason, it was driving her lusty young libido into overdrive and she needed to either get out of her bindings quickly… or prepare herself.

As the suction increased and the tentacles coiled around her heavy globes again, she groaned in shameful need. The young woman jerked a little as it began to spread her sex, whimpering as it so blatantly declared its intent to molest her further.

She managed to gasp in as her neck was freed, only to be slammed a little as it gripped her next by the shoulder, still holding her firmly to the table. “Unnnnghhh….mmmmnnnn…” She groaned softly, her voice squeaking a little as it pressed its phallus-like extension to her sex and began to slide in slowly. There was an initial tingle of stimulation as the charge dissipated into her body, and then just the cool feeling of metal forcing her sex lips apart, widening her channel slowly.

More and more it sank into her depths, until finally hitting her cervix and putting pressure on that. She sucked in a gasp and grit her teeth, clenching her eyes shut as she teared up in overstimulation.

TOO MUCH.

It concluded as the readings came in. The two machines compared norms though there had been nothing on fie as to the readings of an aroused female unless they input their own data prior. It was enough for her to know that the machine had concluded that it was too much and made some adjustments.

Rather then thrust away at her that “cock” retracted some going slow enough in order to determine what was the best length given the numbers supplied to it.

I AM NOT ORGANIC. THINK AS THIS MORE OF AN INTERACTIVE SEX TOY. Had it been joking? In any case that was unusual though it began moving in her slowly. It seemed to be milking those tits for her arousal, the quest for her natural coolant had begun.

Her nipples felt the reverse suction as water had been sprayed over them then sucked back up I while the tendrils continued. The feather duster did as well and another tendril came forth. How many of these tendrils did it possess? Many were long and thin. The one that moved towards her lips had a dildo affixed to it. Pushing it against her lips it kept it there for a minute or so. She had that long to take it in before it would begin to press against her lips but not with that much force.

If she still resisted it would release an electrical jolt from it's rod intense enough to draw a reaction from her so it could push it in. The shock wouldn't be great enough to cause any real physical damage, not much more then touching a hot pot were you'd jerk your fingers away before you got a serious burn. Still it would linger with her for minutes to come.

It then picked up a little speed but not much as it was still being fed reports from the medical droid.

Kenzie looked confused as it… joked?... with her about its purpose. She might have responded in kind but the treatment it was giving her made talking a little hard, or at least put sarcasm out of her mind at the moment.

She let out soft, feminine grunts as it adjusted the device penetrating her, still pressing against her womb but only enough to fill her completely instead of causing pain. In a way, she missed the pain. Why did these things always want her to get off? It wasn’t enough to rape her? And why did she always lose that battle? It was only getting worse and she was worried she was starting to enjoy this sort of treatment.

As the tentacles coiled and pumped around her breasts, she breathed in and out hard, her body bouncing softly with her constant panting. “Ahhh… please… don’t… don’t make me do this…” She begged, more concerned with her own self-image than the thought of pleading with an enemy. She had no illusions that she was some super-agent like some of the others.

Her breasts almost ached with pleasure, her sex starting to leak onto the rod. The tentacle at her lips met with a little resistance. It likely would have found its way in during a gasp soon enough but the electric current had the desired effect and she parted her lips to it, feeling it press in, sliding over her tongue easily.

IT IS NECCESARY TO COLLECT COOLANT.

Whatever it meant the machine didn't say though now that it had figured out just how much of that rod to use it was pressing in and retracting to that depth as it retracted the rod back just a bit then shot into her. The tempo was even and relentless … like a machine.

But another dynamic had been added to everything. That rod began spinning too. Rather then approaching at different angles it adjusted the speed as it filled her. The medical droid still called out numbers as she experienced the jolt that allowed the tendril to press in.

This tendril was a bit different. At the tip there was a hole that shot forth a drug. Rather then driving straight in that coolness would ease down her throat numbing it and ultimately suppressing her gag reflex. It was the same stuff they made a patient drink prior to stick tubes down there throat and this would be no different. It would fuck her mouth until the drug worked then press deeper into her throat.

The first hints of her arousal found the function on that cock. There was a hole in the rod that siphoned up juices, this coolant most likely. It was a slow process as it did not completely drink up her own juices using some for lubrication. It was clear as to why it was trying to pleasure her now, she had what it wanted and it thought to use the easiest methods to collect this coolant.

It would alter it's course of action based on the readings it was hearing and how she responded. If little coolant then it would take the necessary steps to draw more forth. It was limited but used whatever else it had. The suction continued on her nipples as tendrils squeezed. Sometimes sucking, other times shooting a small stream of water against her only to add more suction feeling more like a mouth then a machine.

YOU ONLY NEED TO PRODUCE EIGHT PERCENT TO TOP ME UP.

Small moans and gasps worked their way past the metal tendril that had helped itself to her mouth. Before long she felt it shoot something down her throat… cool, and slightly numbing, though only partially. She could still feel her throat, it just felt as though she’d drank something very cold.

She didn’t really think too much about it… more distracted by the now spinning phallus that was thrusting into her tight sex. More and more her pussy leaked around it, feeding the collecting mechanism even before she had truly cum… though that was likely but an appetizer for it, if that was its goal.

Slowly, likely involuntarily, her hips began to jerk a little, occasionally pumping against the invader as it would rip pleasure from her. As it squeezed and sucked at her tits, she felt her body drawing closer and closer until finally she could hold it back no longer and the first orgasm was ripped from the young agent, getting her to flex her body and cry out past the tentacle in her mouth even as it started to work down her throat.

Her facial features relaxed a little and her vision went into soft focus as she was simply cumming, her entire body engulfed in pleasure, unable to fight anymore.

As her body began to react and move against the machine the droid increased it's pace. Slightly at first receiving her bio readout then quicker as it milked in her reaction. It had not stopped after the first orgasm either. The more into it she grew the more it could collect.

Fortunately it did not need to top up much. As a machine it was tireless though pressing her beyond her orgasm. The shocks occurred every once in a while. They were minor but went to mix things up a tad as it experimented to see what could be coaxed from her.

YOU ARE DOING WELL. COOLANT IS BEING COLLECTED AT LEVELS BEYOND THE AVERAGE.

When it stopped it retracted from her, the rod slipping back inside it's body. It kept her there against the table until she was coherent of the medical droid calling out numbers for a few more minutes. Nothing was happening to her and it was clear that they were allowing her levels to return closer to normal. When they were the medical droid came back over to her.

Again he was inject. This time she felt heat flare up through her arm then settle to a tingle. The drug would soon take hold in a few minutes. She would feel hot and needy. The machine using the tendrils that had been on her breasts to grasp at her arms as it drew her from the table, settled her arms behind her back were restraints were placed on her.

THIS WAY.

She was lead away, the aphrodisiac starting to take effect as she was transported to another area. Before long the medical droid broke off from them. She didn't see any windows and guessed she was on a ship or some sort of base. Most of what she saw had been droids of one model or another. Many had been maintenance models. The few organics she saw were Hel'Corian.

She would not that each seemed disabled and had cybernetic components to compensate. There were few. They eyed her as her naked form was lead to the brig were an AI, perhaps the same red one she already saw had been manning a force field that was cut before she was shoved into a cell. The force field turned back on once she was inside, the droid staring at her.

ANALYSIS COMPLETE. ABNORMALITIES DETECTED. PROCESSING … YOU HAIL FROM EARTH?

What it had been analyzing was unclear just as how it reached such a conclusion … no, it was uncertain perhaps. It seemed to have asked a question. In any case it was just standing there either waiting or further processing matters seemingly not caring about the aphrodisiac one way or another.

The young woman cried out as it continued to harvest her juices after the orgasm, still fucking her with the intensity and tempo one could expect of a tireless machine. Stray flecks of her excitement began to spatter across her legs and the robot’s chassis, not to mention the table, as the robotic shaft would pull from her, only to plunge it back into her damp folds. She would let out soft “NNNGH!” noise as it would shock her… not hurting per say, just feeling odd.

When finally it pulled completely out of her, she was left panting and moaning softly in its grasp… legs uselessly sliding over the slickened table. “Ah!” She gasped out quickly as the medical droid returned, sticking her in the arm with something. It became apparent reasonably fast that it had injected her with an aphrodisiac. This became even more problematic as the machine seemed to draw back from her body… restraining her hands behind her and leaving her heavy breasts to jut out, bouncing as she was transported elsewhere in the facility.

It seemed she’d been moved to a ship, or station, or… somewhere in space. There weren’t any windows, which was quite common of space vessels, and the air smelt a little recycled… though that could have just been her overtaxed mind making assumptions. She noticed more than one Hel’Corian staring at her… most of them eyeing her naked body like hungry animals. She was almost glad that the machine kept her moving at a steady pace.

She was less grateful at being cast into a cell, however. Worst of all, her body was desperate for even more attention… which they had to be aware of, having injected her with the aphrodisiac. As she was questioned she tried to keep from rubbing her thighs together, feeling the lubrication still on them.

“Y… yes… I’m from Earth. What do you want with me? Or your master, what does your master want with me?” She answered, following up with a quiet question.

CONFIRMED.

It paused as if calculating a response or actually considering options. It was more complex then the security models able to discern more then literal questions but the pause indicated that it was unused to dealing with organics on a deep intellectual level. That was not to say it was stupid but rather had to process such matters closer.

I DO NOT WANT ANYTHING FROM YOU CURRENTLY. ONLY WHEN I AM ORDERED TO INTERACT WITH YOU OR NEED COOLANT. MASTER VEN IS ANOTHER MATTER. I CAN ONLY SPECULATE BASED ON PAST ACTIONS. IT IS LIKELY THAT HE WILL KEEP YOU FOR THE TIME BEING AS SUGGESTED BY HIS WORDS OF FIXING YOU WITH AN IMPLANT OF SOME KIND.

IT IS THE MEANS OF WHICH HE CAN ESTABLISH CONTROL OVER ORGANICS. IF HE DOES NOT MODIFY YOU THEN IT IS NINTY EIGHT PERCENT LIKELY HE WILL SELL YOU INTO SLAVERY WITH A TWO PERCENT CHANCE OF EXPERIMENTING ON YOU TO INCREASE THE POTETIAL OF HIS IMPLANTS.

It reasoned as best as it could. There were some variables that could shift the odds a bit, namely Ven loosing his chief subject of experimentation, Vanessa, a few months back with the agent being the first woman they had encountered. Ven had not run off to get a slave though so either he had no interest I starting all over again or thought he would recover Vanessa.

After answering her question the droid left. It was difficult the next few hours whenever the aphrodisiac was about to wear off the medical droid arrived with another injection. It seemed that she was kept on the edge until Ven arrived and entered her cell.

He seemed interested in the effects thus far, even gave her breast a squeeze. “Tell me how much you want it.”

Kenzie listened in frightened shock as she was informed of the odds of her fate. Slavery was better than experimentation at least, she figured. At least if she got sold there would be more chances to escape. This seemed like a pretty tight operation and she hadn’t seen any opportunities to escape yet.

Time passed slowly in the cell for Kenzie… likely because of the effect of the aphrodisiac. There was a mild stimulant effect of it that seemed to make time either pass slower, or just fill her every second with thoughts and urges, the latter of which she only just subdued. Finally it was starting to wear off… before the medical droid came by with a new injection. She managed to avoid and dodge the droid a bit, but when a guard was called she had little choice but to take the aphrodisiac once again.

Freshly drugged up, she felt her body again bubbling over with need. In a way she was glad that her hands were still bound as it meant she didn’t have to deal with the shame of trying to get off in this jail cell. On the other hand, by the time that Ven returned, she was stewing in her own juices and breathing a little hard… sweat had coated her naked body and made it glisten in the hard light of the prison cell.

“Hauuugh! D… damnit… no… I-I won’t…” She gasped, her frustration at being treated this way adding a bit of willpower to the otherwise meek girl. “I’m… I’m an A.D.D. agent! You have no right to treat me… to treat me like this…” She panted, shaking sweat from her brow. “Just… just let me go… let me go…” She repeated, as if she was having trouble forming even the words.

That red pin point of light in his cybernetic eye might have seemed more unnerving if she wasn't suffering through the drug. Clearly Ven could see her aroused state and shot her a grin.

“Rights mean nothing if you lack the power to enforce them against the strong.”

His scaly touch felt good against her breast. “These I will keep. Maybe an arm or a leg ...” he was musing to himself though as he did she saw the arrival of the medical droid again.

“Correction Miss Sands, you were an agent. But I'll make you a deal. If anyone comes looking for you I'll let you go.” His grin deepened and he departed leaving her to her latest injection.

Wave after wave of bliss assailed her. So bound it was maddening as there was no end. She was ignored other then the routine injections that would be dangerous in time she would reason. What seemed like forever would pass before Ven returned. He shot her or rather stunned her but when she woke the ache had not lessened. She was still injected on clock work conscious or not.

But there was a difference now. Her wrists, sore from the restraints, were now free. She was laying there on the floor of her cell with the restraints taken away and a small dildo left on the floor. It was longer than her finger but not by much. Outside her cell, separated by that force field, was a video camera set up on a tripod recording the cell and it's lone occupant. A red lit indicated that it was on and just waiting to record any shameful act now that she was all doped up with her hands free.

The young woman groaned softly as his scaly hand ground against her soft breast, the large orb already sensitive before the drug’s effects had been upon her.

“You’re going to… keep… what?!” She cried out, quivering at the insinuation. “Please, no! Please…” She begged, on the verge of sobbing even as he left her. It was enough to circulate her blood quickly as she was injected again, and within seconds the dull throb had turned into a burning need.

Time passed but all she could do was kneel in the cell and sweat, occasionally rubbing her thighs together a little, angry at herself for being unable to control it better.

When he returned, she wasn’t expecting the attack, and easily succumbed again to the stun device.

Once more awakening, Kenzie instantly felt her body crying out for pleasure, that she no longer craved it but absolutely NEEDED this now. Quickly she realized her predicament… the sex toy before her, the camera just outside the cell. Shaking like a leaf in a strong wind, she at first circled up, burying her face in her knees so as to not look at the toy. Even that afforded no help though. She could smell how badly her body wanted to cum. It would be so easy, her body seemed to be telling her.

Somehow she managed to resist for the time being, and would occasionally rock back and forth like a person gone insane (which wasn’t entirely far off), but she managed to stay in the corner of the cell.

He had not answered her as far as to what he wished to keep. Eventually though she would feel the taste of temptation. The toy was there, she knew it but looked away. That need growing, the smell of her sex growing and the camera on standby waiting to record her shame despite not looking to the camera, doing her best to ignore it.

It was a short while that she was suffering, the camera had to have been monitored as she would soon hear the force field that contained her. At first she may have thought that it was the medical droid with another injection for her but soon she learned her error.

YOU ARE AT DANGEROUS LEVELS …

It was the war machine from earlier. It had no problem in seizing her up with those clamps and metallic tendrils that positioned her. She was carried out of the cell noticing the machines going about their business though the organics halted to gaze at her.

She was brought to a room that had a bank of computers. Set down on a table the tendrils secured her with restraints it fashioned about her wrists. She was left there for a moment, the droid departing only long enough to wheel out a machine from an adjacent room. Bringing it over tendrils wrapped about her legs as the machine was pressed closer.

There was a long arm of the device, a piston with a dildo attached to the end. She would feel it pressed up against her sex before it released her ankles. It then went to that other room returning with another camera. It set it up, moved it, then moved it again checking for the best angle, tinkering with the camera some before it was satisfied.

THIS HAS A 67% PROBABILITY OF ACCOMPLISHING THE SAME ENDS.

The machine was turned on and she felt it begin to press inside her, nice in slow at least at first. It was random though, there must have been a setting on it that drilled int her fast then slow and at an even pace. Regardless though the machine would not stop unless it was turned off.

The droid watched for a bit, mainly through the camera but seemed in no hurry to depart.

Kenzie was sweating profusely by the time the robot approached her again… doing her best not to look at the toy, not to touch herself… not to give them what they wanted.

“N…n…no… kid…ding…” She stuttered as it commented on her condition… furious but too addled to properly voice it. The agent was scooped up with relative ease by the war machine and carried once more through the facility. She didn’t seem to care as much this time as the occupants stared at her glistening, heaving body. She didn’t like it, of course, but her focus was much more on her body’s overload with need.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, the robot seemed bent on “helping” her with said need. She almost didn’t mind as she was tethered to a table once more… it meant she couldn’t act on the impulse to pleasure herself. As another machine was brought out, she whimpered softly. “Please… please don’t… you’ve done enough…” She pleaded, though it fell on deaf (robotic) ears (sensors).

As the machine pushed into her, she almost instantly came, her body bucking in the restraint… muscles flexing, toes curling. A soft, almost cracked cry came from her throat as she orgasmed hard. After that, the machine continued… really just warming up even though she had already found release on it. She moaned softly, riding it a bit… her hips pumping as if of their own accord while her back would occasionally arch in pleasure.

The machine went to work on her uncaring how often she came. The random setting made it tougher to adjust to it as it pressed into her. Even as the drug in her system eroded the machine did not let up. Even as unconsciousness swept over her at last.

It had to stop at some point. Her body had been treated in her unconscious state and she found herself cleaned upon awaking, clothed in a simply hospital gown. She was restrained by the wrists and ankles to yet another table. Electrodes strapped to her body, sensors monitoring her vitals.

Nearby at a station had been a medical droid, probably the same one that had been giving her the injections. The massive war droid had been present as well, stirring when it was evident she was conscious when there was a change in the readings.

It looked to her then came over, she could feel the vibrations through the floor and thus table. Each step heavy registering in her ears. It stopped at the side of the table, gave a command to the medical droid to leave them which it had. YOU WILL INSTRUCT ME OF THE NATURE OF YOUR MISSION.

She could see the multitude of lights flashing beneath that protective visor. More interrogation perhaps, it was tough working out what was going on, had they been about to implant her as was hinted at? Surgery? It was a bit unclear. She would see that she was not in the medical bay, there were some similar computers but the arrangement was different. Patiently the machine waited for a response.

The camera she noted had been gone too. If the sensors were like before it may have been able to tell if she lied. But no one seemed to be monitoring her vitals and she was unaware if it could access the computers like Ven had. Perhaps it did not care or her vitals were being recorded so it could look back on them and see any changes. This was not a lie detector, in such questions were limited and not open ended. So if she did lie it may have been tougher to detect.

Kenzie moaned loudly in her high pitched voice as if competing with the mechanical whining of the machine. Her body arched off the table often as it filled her, and her eyes stayed wide open with overload, as if her body were trying to go into shock but were unable. With a final cry and a squirting orgasm, her body gave out and she slumped to the table, the machine still fucking her wet sex…

When she came to, she was… clothed? She hadn’t expected that. For just a moment she thought she might have been rescued. But then she saw the now familiar pair of droids… the unfeeling medical droid, and the towering war mech. The agent shuddered a little as it approached her again… her mind afraid of what it could do to her, her body remembering what it already HAD done to her.

She looked around the room quickly as it asked its first question, and tried to think. They had already found the mecha… likely they would find the largest one as well if given any time at the site at all. She decided that it wouldn’t harm anything to just tell the truth in this case, or at least most of the truth. “I… was dispatched by the Directorate to ascertain what the research team had uncovered, and see if it was dangerous, or could be used in some way. The… the mechs, of course. Your team had found them when… before the fight.” She said, looking down as she remembered screwing up.