The shot was necessary it calculated. In order to get those desired juices flowing as seduction had been outside of it's abilities to do the same. It had been a war machine, one that had been modified to gather specimens until Master Balnab gave him different commands.

However it wasn't as rough with her this time around after that initial contact. Setting her down on the edge of the bed it moved closer those loops of flexible metal upon her chest relaxed a bit, squeezing at other times and activating that aphrodisiac faster.

It touched her sex rubbing on occasion as it waited for her to get nice and ready before beginning in full. Not worried about her in the least tubes settled over her nipples again sucking on them, spraying them with that mist and tugging on them a little.

The clamp on her loosened up but still held her as that rod emerged from it. Coated in copper wire she had a better look at it this time, that large cylinder with that single hole in it's center smaller than a coin. This time there had been no sparks but there was no telling if that ability was active or not, not without touching it or being touched by it.

When it seemed that the drug was working it drew her a little closer to the very edge of the bed. Then paused before lowering to it's knees to get a better angle on her sex, refraining from smothering her with it's weight. She was being drawn to that rod, initial contact with it against a thigh in brief moments indicating that the thing had been off this time around.

Either it could be turned off and on or when power got low it went into power saver mode. Now the thing angled against her sex as a nozzle extended out from it's chest spraying a fine mist against her clit in order to stimulate it further before that rod began to press against her then working it's way inside her with a degree of patient persistence.

Slender fingers instinctually wrapped around the huge arm holding her in place to fight against it… though she pulled back and placed her hands behind her on the bed, managing to convince herself of what she already knew: There was no way she was overpowering this thing. She didn’t have to enjoy what it was doing to her, she told herself… but already her body was ready to argue that point.

With the things wrapped around the base of each curvaceous breast, her chest seemed to swell outward even more than normal, standing out from her body and pointing each hardened nipple at her jailor and rapist. Soon enough those small bullets were seized upon, and the blonde gasped softly through gritting teeth as it once again coated her fleshy orbs with a cool mist, letting the seal on each sucking cap be that much stronger as it started to draw on each tit, sometimes so strong that she felt it was trying to milk her.

Another smooth cable teased over her sex, pressing just enough to get her juices flowing… sliding along her pink folds and occasionally just pressing hard enough to part them but never fully penetrating her. The young woman’s fingers grabbed handfuls of the bed beneath her as a purring moan rattled in her throat. Despite that, a look of self-loathing came over her features, reminded of just how easily this thing had gotten her to cum before and knowing it was already well on the way to doing so again.

It knelt down, the weight of the thing making an awful din against the floor as it positioned itself, the large tube that seemed to serve as its cock positioning itself with obvious intent. Though she noticed the hole in it, she didn’t recall it injecting her with anything in such a manner (the syringe had contained more than enough of what must have been an aphrodisiac to push her to orgasm). “Damnit… ah… don’t… don’t… ah… make me… ah… not again…” She gasped out, her labored breathing already punctuated with gasps even before it penetrated her.

The agent flinched noticeably as it pressed the coiled tube against her and began to push in slowly. It didn’t seem to shock her this time, for which she was at least thankful. Still, it didn’t heed her plea either and sprayed her small clit just as it had misted her now shimmering breasts. She turned her head away and clenched her eyes shut, grimacing… trying at the very least not to cum for it, though she wasn’t even sure she could manage that much.

The more she resisted giving in the longer this would take. But it did not mind either way as it left the time necessary before needing to make a departure. It ignored her pleas, this was her role as it's battery and while it was not needed to press into her those juices had been easier to collect inside of her rather than just pressed against her.

Once it had switched to infrared vision for a moment seeing her body temperature and waiting for it to escalate before beginning. The aphrodisiac at work, the results better now as it pressed further inside her, not as deep as before but taking a good deal of her before stopping. There was a click as he halted for a moment, the sound coming from the rod itself.

As it began pressing inside her both back and forth that rod began spinning inside her. Those walls massaged as it spun inside her, that hole collecting moisture though leaving enough to keep her well lubricated at the same time. Sucking up coolant at a steady rate as there was no need to rush.

AFFIRMITIVE. AGAIN.

It responded to her words. Every so often it gave an update as to how charged it was, not stopping this time even if she came. That magic number may be a hundred percent or any number in between. There was no real way of telling how much power it needed or used. It did take a number of days for it to use her again, yet at the same time it was less active over those days too she guessed not being deployed any where.

Another modified grasper left it, the one that had a dildo on it now had a vibrator that had been applied to her clit, rubbing around it, over it. That buzz constant. When those tubes left her breasts replaced by other graspers that seized those heavy orbs, squeezing them tenderly, pressing them together again and again as it harvested what it needed.

The spinning inside her increased just as those thrusts did. Never going too fast it did press her back and forth against the bed as it encouraged her to produce even more coolant, which was more important than her cumming but one often encourageged the other it found so it added pleasure to the occasion.

The thing made a great cacophony as it primed her for its own needs, her flushed body practically dripping the nectar it sought by the time the rod began to swirl about, stirring at her sex, making wet, slishing noises that were still somehow audible over the rest of the process, as if to debase and demoralize Agent Lyons further with a reminder that her body was, in fact, getting off to this.

Every so often a hand would raise from the bed, almost shakily, and press forcefully against the clamp about her midsection, though before she could make any progress another wave of pleasure would seem to wrack her body, forcing her to balance herself. In spite of that a few times she did fall backward, almost held up by the coiled cables clenching around her young chest. Her nipples felt set to burst with stimulation as they were sucked up over and over.

Any pleas from the girl had long since devolved into an almost mindless slurry of sexual moans and gasps for air. Seemingly even faster than before, the uncaring machine brought her to a shuddering orgasm, her cries of pleasure catching in her throat as she was suddenly mouthing a silent scream, voice occasionally cracking into a girlish squeak as her body stiffened and relaxed a few times, pussy clenching around its collection rod.

Despite this, the machine didn’t seem to stop or even slow down. In return, she barely even came down from her orgasm before it was trying to push another on her. Sweat started to coat her body, while her splashing juices did the same for her thighs. Her cries of passion, wanton though they remained, started to take on a desperate and fearful tone… unable to stop her assailant, and now unable to stop herself.

Her cries escalated as it continued it's collection. At one stage that clamp removed itself from her waist as she was unable to get away from that rod. Trying to pull away the wall was a short distance behind her so he could easily follow her retreating body to remain inside her if necessary.

While it did not let up it on her it had been close to charging up to sufficient levels. It pushed her over that edge a few times and had decided to push her one final time once it had what it needed since she had been getting into matters. It halted then sliding out of her slowly that rod slipping back into it's body. Graspers and other devices retracting from her before it stood looking down at her.

DO NOT DRESS YET. YOU WILL BE CLEANED FIRST AGENT LYONS.

Sealed back in the cell it wasn't long before some of the antiquated security droids came for her. Two of them and one organic, a reptilian creature of the same species that Ven was. He had been armed with a pistol at his side, some sort of soldier or a guard. He grinned while peeling his eyes down her body then back up.

The after affects of that aphrodisiac still present, flushed cheeks and erect nipples greeted his gaze. For about half a minute he regarded her before dropping the force field.

“Let's go,” he would bring her off to be cleaned making a sweeping gesture with an arm. The security droids would wait moving behind them as the two moved ahead of them.

“So, you are the agent? A rather poor excuse for one. Can't even save yourself, how do you expect to save anyone else? Your colleagues will not find you. Ven will see to that.” His eyes swept over her figure again as he lead her into the showers. The droids positioned themselves at the doorway waiting while he moved her to the showers eventually he was going to clean her or at least that was what had been implied as he turned on the water.

“Hu..ah… ahhh… nnngh… aaaaahhhh!”

Catherine barely registered the metal grip around her midsection relenting. By that point in time, the young agent’s body was completely overpowered by the drug’s heat. Again and again, it brought her to crashing orgasms. Sometimes they were loud affairs, punctuated by increasingly strained cries from the agent as she started to lose her voice to the effort. Other times they were less loud, but still visibly strong, as her body would alternate between freezing for a moment to process and twisting, writhing, even pumping her hips frantically, her juices somehow both filling the thing’s collection rod and still managing to leak out onto the bed some.

By the time the robot’s mechanical tool retracted from her soaked sex, she was in no condition to dress anyways. Breathing so hard as to nearly hyperventilate as she lay strewn across the cot, the blonde just tried to collect herself, both mentally and physically, from the intense bout of “collection” she’d been used for. Because of that, it was difficult to tell how much time passed between the robot leaving and the reptile approaching her cell.

The young woman was surprised to see another organic on the ship. She’d begun to suspect that Ven only had robots to do his bidding, though that clearly wasn’t the case. She weakly managed to her feet, not wanting to appear any weaker than she already did before the creature as it obviously leered at her. She’d felt its eyes on her body, appraising her with nefarious intent. Wearily, as if recovering from a marathon (and looking the part), the blonde stumbled along with him, her sweat soaked blonde locks sticking slightly to her glistening skin in the ship’s low lighting.

“S…save… the taunts.” She muttered. “I’ve had… I’ve… I’ve had a bad… enough day… without getting sass from… some crony.” She said, actually somewhat hopeful for a warm shower, though she suspected that was asking too much.

She would b surprised to find that it was indeed a warm shower. The Hel'Corians had been somewhat resistant to energy damage so he would have been able to resist it's effects better but he still didn't like it. She was cleaned thoroughly with soaps scrubbed into her long hair and skin.

To no surprise he was feeling her up, especially her tits and ass under the pretense of cleaning her. At one stage she even was fingered in order to clean all of her. She had to remind herself of the security droids and even if she managed to overpower the Hel'Corian and get his weapon the droids would have shot her just as she got it at best, sooner if they did not care about the organic.

They could be programmed to avoid shooting him, that was unknown, and if that was the case she might be able to use him as a shield against them. If it were Ven then that would have been far more likely but she had no idea where this man fell on the totem pole.

Next she had been dried off and taken down to the medical bay. The few other organics stared at her or at least did double takes as she passed taking in her nakedness. In medical there was a different sort of droid there, humanoid with multiple arms.

Laid down on a table she had various ointments rubbed into her by the Hel'Corian before the droid looked her over and ran some scans of her. She was injected with something that didn't have any effect and if asked the Hel'Corian would only say that it was a stimulant. Her energy levels were about the same so chances were that he was lying but wouldn't tell her a thing outside of that.

For the last surprise she had been given cloths, clothes that were not just some skimpy attire either but an actual jumpsuit that had been altered, something that had been on hand but in it's original state would not have fit her.

After this she had been brought back to her cell. The Hel'Corian's eyes slid down her again then up. “Master Ven will see you shortly. Someone will escort you to him.”

The warm water rushed over her body like a cleansing wave, and for a second Agent Lyons leaned her head back, closed her eyes, and let herself relax… even try to forget what she’d gone through in the last few days. As often happened in the shower, her thoughts started to wander. Were there other agents out looking for her? Surely they were… there was a last known location to start from. With some luck, they’d be able to track her ship… though with Ven’s obvious technical knowledge, she doubted he would have left any such beacons operational.

Scaled hands interrupted her thoughts as they traced across her back, lathering her up with soap but also being more than a little grabby in the process. “I’m not so tired that I can’t wash myself…” She growled, wheeling only about halfway before she saw the droids again, their sensors focused on her. The creature seemed to sneer at her as if to goad her into further action. Blushing and furious, she spun back around, facing the wall as the hands continued to roam across her slender yet curvaceous figure. The blonde clenched her eyes in frustration as he (she assumed it was a male, anyway) grabbed at her pert backside. Trying not to give him the satisfaction of crying out or otherwise reacting, she steeled herself, even as his hands came up to her large breasts… seeming to spend far too long washing her heavy globes. The aphrodisiac still lingered slightly in her system, and the hands running across her slippery tits had the girl biting her lip almost to the point of bleeding so as not to make a sound for him. She was hardly surprised when they descended down her belly, giving her only a passing cleaning there, before “scrubbing” at her sex, doing a thorough job of it and slipping inside of her with those rough fingers. “Rnnnngh…” She groaned softly, clenching her fist as what could have been a sound of pleasure mixed with her anger at the humiliation.

She practically jumped as the water shut off, exhaling her tension into the steamy shower stall before being dried off… feeling more like a pet being toweled off than a prisoner. The ensuing walk took her past more organics this time… some more of those reptile creatures like the one leading her, and a few others… recognizing some species, but not all. All of them stopped and stared at her though. “What… is it about human women that every species wants? Don’t you prefer your own species?” She grumbled in anger at her escort.

Entering what turned out to be a sort of medical office, she was greeted by the many armed robot, and instantly knew this was going somewhere she wouldn’t like. Still, with the sentinels still behind her, there was little she could do to resist, and complied with orders, laying down flat on the table. Again those hands passed over her smooth skin, pressing some sort of salve into her… rubbing it in across her belly, down each toned leg, inside of each leg and even across her sex, before coming up again, lingering as he seemed to enjoy rubbing at her breasts and making them slide gently up and down, before finishing along her arms and neck. As he pulled away, she was taken by surprise as a syringe pushed into her neck and injected her with something. “Gaaah!... what… what in the hell was that?!” She gasped out, getting a very obvious lie from her escort. At least it wasn’t even more aphrodisiac, she told herself, though she suspected it might be even worse.

The “gift” of the jumpsuit was unexpected, but she readily put the clothing on. It looked more like something the mechanics back at the flight deck would wear than she expected to be dolled up in, but she was actually happy about that. She quickly found that it even fit… there were some obviously crude, last minute alterations, but she was hardly going to comment on that.

When finally she was lead back to her cell, she glanced at the guard robots and sighed, deciding now wasn’t the time to try to stage a rescue. She wasn’t sure if they would fire with the reptilian alien in the way, but either way, they’d eventually surround her with reinforcements and just subdue her again. “Do not expect a tip for the service…” She muttered in reply to the alien.

“Our own species is preferred for reproduction but you humans are rather unique in the galaxy having a universal appeal or being able to supply others with needed nutrients whether physical or mental emotions.” He explained briefly. In all of the galaxy there had not been a particular species that didn't interact with humans in some way. Not all of them were slavers or rapists but many were affectionate. There were some species that were xenophobic too and remained on their planet so it would be difficult to prove such an appeal but it sure seemed like humans appealed to those they encountered one way or another.

Dressed and even given shoes she had been lead back to her cell and got a parting wave at her comment to him. He left as did the droids as they were no longer needed. That injection, whatever it was, displayed no signs of affecting her much like a vaccine leaving her to wonder upon that.

The cell did provide her with some water from the toilet and the ability to get a spring or bolt unfastened from the bed perhaps. Her tattered suit was still present too along with a sheet on the bed. No luck in stealing any utensils so far since her meals had always been in the presence of that droid.

There was so little to work with and she was still in that cell and had to work out how to turn that force field off. Someone had an hour or so after her return. Another one of those reptilian creatures. He looked roughly the same but was shorter than the other one she thought. He didn't seem to recognize her at all and had a pair of droids with him. He, however, had been unarmed.

“This way,” she was guided along in similar fashion. Organics did look at her again as she passed but at least she did not seem so vulnerable. Brought to a large carpeted room Ven sat at the end of a long table set with various dishes some of which she had not seen, others she had. He stood making a gesture with the sweep of an arm.

“Take a seat Agent,” her escort departed as did the serving droid who went into an adjacent room after pouring a few drinks. Ven sat down opposite of her. She was alone with the cyborg.

“Those clothes suit you. Tell me, what was your role in the ADD? What was your current assignment?”

The agent rested for a bit on the bed, avoiding the side where she could still smell her experience with the robotic rapist. She tried to think on an escape plan, looking the bed over, the toilet, and most of all the force field’s components that were within reach (which were essentially none, save the field itself), but her thoughts instead drifted to worry over whatever had been injected into her this time. These shots were becoming a far too common occurrence. Try as she might, and even with her suit to now work with, she just couldn’t yet see a way out of this. The best options still lay in tricking the machine who seemed to consider her a pet or resource now, but that had proved unsuccessful thus far. Maybe this Ven would offer her some avenue of escape, she pondered. Though it seemed so far that he was fairly intelligent, having amassed a following, a veritable army, such as the one on the ship.

She was finally stirred from her reverie when another reptilian creature (she made a mental note to identify this species when she got back to base) arrived at her cell and proceeded to attempt to escort her somewhere. Again, the creature was flanked by the less capable but still deadly drones. If she had an escape plan beyond just taking down these drones, she felt like she might be able to manage it, but surely doing so now would just end with her either lost in the ship or surrounded by far more attack robots. The agent merely complied, walking quietly, again looking about as they paced… trying to get a layout of the ship and ignoring the looks she was receiving this time.

The room she eventually found herself in was much like the rest of the ship, though decorated a little better. Most notable though was the large table and assortment of exotic foods laden across it. And of course, there was the cybernetic reptilian waiting for her. Inwardly, as the other robots departed, she wondered if she were a match for him. It was hard to tell if his prosthetics were combat augmentations or merely medical ones designed for mobility after some accident. She guessed the latter… but it would be a costly mistake if she were wrong. Beyond that, his race still looked far more formidable than herself, especially without her suit.

“This is a little… clichéd, but I’m not going to complain.” She admitted, taking a seat as she was asked. There was still the question of the last injection itching at her mind as well. “Well… again, I’m not going to complain about the clothes. It beats what the robot offered me.” She sighed. “I’m planetary interdiction around the… around Shokushu… and civilian recovery.” She offered, seeing no reason to lie. The blonde’s stomach groaned loudly, getting a look of almost social embarrassment across her face in response. The food between them smelled good… some of it anyways… and all she had eaten for days was what the machine had brought her… enough to keep her alive and healthy but hardly fine dining. “And… what is it you do Mr. Ven?” She asked, falling back into her proper etiquette from childhood. If she could at least keep a conversation going between them, that might prevent any… nastiness.

“I was hoping you had some tech skills but that is unnecessary. Like Vanessa you will learn them.” He mentioned before taking a long sip of his drink. He focused on her for a few seconds then answered her.

“A bit of this and that. Most of the time I lend my services as a mercenary, at least my machines. My days in the field are done.” He lifted up his cybernetic arm and pointed to his cybernetic eye explaining the fact that they were a result of an accident without having to say so in as many words. If she had been right about his leg too he had to have been nearly critically injured.

“Many of the repairs could have been hidden but the eye added a bit of flare I thought. Plus it allows me different visual out puts than a standard replacement. But a Hel'Corian without a war to fight or battle to win looses their way so I've adapted.”

He explained between eating some sort of grilled dish. She noted that the food near him had been all meat indicating strongly that his species may have been carnivorous but she could not be sure since there were plenty of dishes that lacked meat as well such as the pastas.

“How is Tinman treating you?” Another pause. “2179, I believe that is it's proper designation if I recall correctly. You can do so much better than that simple AI. True, I do not like agents too much but they did take my Vanessa away and even apprehended me many many years back. Is Agent Nail still with you?”

He had no problem in revealing too much information. The jumpsuit she was now in likely belonged to this Vanessa and if she ever got out of this mess there was a name of an agent that may help learn more information about his particular species. His questions had been light spaced out so they could eat.

“You know you do not have to remain in that small cell, Agent.”

Catherine listened quietly as he spoke, largely content to take in whatever information he was willing to give her, whether he intended to or not. It seemed he intended to keep her, by his musing over her learning skills. She wasn’t sure who this “Vanessa” was, and at the time it didn’t really matter to her. Likely just another unfortunate soul that had come under this creature’s care.

His mention of his race prompted a bit of insight for her. She couldn’t really remember much, just that she’d overheard other agents talking about these “Hel’Corians” with consideration of their power and, as he’d mentioned, a tendency towards violent encounters. He certainly wasn’t unintelligent, however, and that made him even more dangerous to her.

She finally broke her façade, scowling and huffing a little. “I believe you know quite well how this… Tinman as you call him… is treating me. You speak as if I adore it… it is my captor. I would disassemble it and blow the scrap out the airlock were I able.” She growls, the accent of her youth returning to her voice amid her passion. She clenched her fist and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself as she looked away. “I do not know an Agent Nail, I apologize. I am relatively new to the Agency though, so I likely have not met her even if she is there.”

The talk of agents sent her thoughts to her comrades… it had been days, maybe even a week by now. Why hadn’t they found her? Surely, she thought, there must have been some way to track her down. Did they consider her expendable? Was it because of her inexperience? Or were all agents treated like this? Perhaps she was being unreasonable, she eventually thought. They would come, the young blonde assured herself.

“Oh? And what would you want from me? You would make your metal monster heel?” She asked, still a little incensed but wondering about his offer. “Does this have something to do with… whatever I was injected with a bit ago?” She asked, a slight tremor working into her otherwise hardened voice.

“It does have it's uses.” He mused about the machine. “I have yet to work out it's particular AI for long. Dr. Balnab out did himself with it. No bother, in time I will figure it out.” There had been a grin at her expected outburst, the gears whirling through his head.

“Tinman has no choice but to listen to me. As for Agent Nail I know she is still with your agency or dead, she is a hybrid, part part Hel'Corian among other things. She cannot leave the ADD, she was essentially given to them. She's a bit slippery, I've had her on this vessel in fact for a brief moment in time.”

Another sip of his drink followed by a mouthful of food. The delay long enough for him to consider the next question and whether or not he was going to answer her. Then he had. “That will get your body ready when it is time. It is harmless and will make the cybernetic implants adapt better. I have yet to consider what I should replace when the time comes. Every organic here has at least one. In your case I could inject you with something, little risk of ruining anything that way.”

She heard correctly, for whatever reason he had designs on altering her in some permanent way. The alternative injection appeared preferable but there was no telling with what. In any event it seemed that what she was injected with eased the transition with these implants.

All protests had been ignored, this was something that was going to be done eventually but for now she had some time. There had been no option, that tiny cell or freedom from it. Thinking back it was Tinman that had kept her in that cell apart from Ven so it may have been that the two had been at odds more or less.

He got up moving to her side of the table, hands setting down on her shoulders sliding against them and back. “Your people should have found you by now. Yet you are still here. Even when Nail was here they didn't show. She's essentially their slave but one trained with lots of combat experience and they decided she was expendable. I would have thought that they would at least want the ship back but that's not the case.

“So you don't have many choices here, Agent or should I say assistant?”

The agent’s slender fingers drummed nervously against her leg as he spoke to her, once more insisting on his designs to “augment” her in some fashion. “I’d… really rather not be changed in such a fashion. I could perhaps offer some administrative skills on your staff though if you’re so inclined.” She offered, trying to put forth a good foot… offer some sort of quality at which she actually did excel, to get his mind off how to bend her into a tool.

As hands, one scaled and one metal, rubbed over her shoulders, she resisted the shudder that tried to travel through her. “I…” She paused, thinking to herself that it would be better to play along for now than to stick to her stoic bravado… as long as he wasn’t forcing her to do anything she objected to, at least. “I suppose you’re right. My ship is nothing special, as I’m sure you saw already. It’s not a personal ship like some other agents have. And… I suppose they considered it easier to write me off than invest more resources, especially if you’ve captured a more capable agent before.” She admits, sounding only slightly defeated in the process.

“So… what is it you would like from me, Mr. Ven?” She asked softly.

“I'm afraid there is no way around it. But there is time for all that later, it's nothing immediate and I still have to consider your particular augmentation and what works best for your new role.”

His hands stilled on her shoulders, Ven could tell she was nervous from her own movements with her hands drumming on her legs and by her own accent that had flared earlier. There were many human colonies, small pockets but knowledge told him she was likely from Shokushu since the ADD got a ton of recruits from that planet and Shokushu had been known in gathering pretty gems such as this. Ultimately Earth was the origin point he thought.

“Simple things to begin with. In time I might have you performing more complex duties. The AI can deal with many tasks in decision making and organization but I have few of that particular model and Tinman is kept from those mundane tasks.

“Recording cargo, separating particular parts and so forth. Looking good on my arm … perhaps. That is if you are any good.” His hands stilled and he leaned down with his tongue sliding against her neck. “Serving to entertain any organic guests I bring aboard as few as they are.”

By entertain he was unclear as if it would be with a tour, something on the ship or with her own body. Helping her up to her feet he turned her around to face her, taking her in from head to toe before sweeping away some of the dishes behind her. They echoed off of the floor, some rattled, some broke but he did not care.

Hands took her hips pushing her back the short distance until her rump hit the back of the table. His good foot kicking her chair aside so that it was out of the way. She could try to fight him or give in or any mix of the two. He was eager to get her up on that table, eyes drifting down to take in those impressive globes before grinning as he made eye contact with her once again.