More and more her body rolled, eyelids fluttering as she engorged herself on that rod. She'd fallen into the trap. Whilst content, at first, taking as little as possible, the more she teased herself, the more her body had burned with need. She hadn't started out with the intent to go at him full force like this. However, once she'd allowed herself that initial taste, nothing within her could stop her from going back for more, or permit her to withstand the absence she'd at first try, in vain, to force upon herself. Soon she'd be thrusting herself upon that rod as deep and hard as possible, stopping only briefly every now and then to grind that thing against her cervix. Resistance to the sensations had only held out up to a point, after that she'd find herself crumbling, giving into the lust and rutting, scrapping and hollowing herself out as much as that burning drug rushing through her system demanded.

"Mmmhhmmm... oh fuck..."

Her hips paused briefly in their crazed tossing, clenching and unclenching ass cheeks scrunching tight as her teats where foddled, nubs caressed and lightly teased, eventually tugged and stretched out, bouncing back so the whole cycle could start all over again. She moaned softly, slowly moving her body to grind that bulging, intrusive pressure inside her against her sweetest, most exquisite spots. Her toes curled. She seemed too elated, too overwhelmed with sexual bliss to respond to his taunts.

Instead, she'd continue to fuck, soon finding herself accosted by a new rod that pushed against her soft lips, pressing inside even as she tried to turn her head away. As it slipped in with a wet slurp, her eyes opened wide and a muffled cry would reverb down the length of this new cock. It'd cause her to slow down, stopping entirely at first, but she'd soon find herself discovering the exact nature of her situation as her body compelled her to move her hips again, the rod slowly slipping down her throat to match the speed and depth of her thrusts. Of course, she couldn't stop herself from moving anymore, and so, as such, the pale warrioress would soon find herself taking it fast and deep up and down both ends.

Eventually, after more drugs had been pumped into her system, after her body had picked up a steady and consistent rhythm of hungry cock pounding, she'd find herself building up to a climactic peak. It didn't stop her. If anything it only caused her to pick up the pace as eyes rolled back in her head and her heart pounded, desperately racing to try and bring her to that final finish, ever stretching out in the distance.

"mmm... MMMMMMM!!"

It finally happened, after a furious round of jack hammer like thrusts that'd caused her bountiful breasts to bounce and roll like loose baubles in a hurricane. A final buck of her hips and her back would arch as much as her restraints would allow. Wailing as loud as she could, though muffled around the length of that rod rammed down her throat, nearly down into her stomach, Xin would shudder and shake all over as she came. Releasing a solid stream of sweet juices, she revealed herself to be quite the squirter. Though she seemed already at the full depth one could take, her hips would manage to somehow twitch and buck slightly, uncontrollable spasms symptomatic of the almighty surge of bliss rushing through her, claiming every inch of her body. The cock in her mouth and throat would finally withdraw, spurting what she had to assume was cum on her face. She'd barely feel it, though some small part of her would be aware of the gurgling and swallowing performed by her body as she slowly sunk back down, strength fading as she drifted off...

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She woke up. Where was she? What happened? There was a click. Something was now fastened around her neck. What? Mechanical limbs worked over her, fastidious, relentless, going about their task efficiently. Two droids, soon to be in pieces. It wasn't as if she'd really had a problem with them, but waking up in the midst of all that was disorientating, startling. They'd just finished preparing her for Ortix and had been about to bring her to him. She was strong, and was lashing out at full strength. Other people might find machines to be big, powerful, dangerous things. However, to someone like Geng-Xin, they were merely fragile. The joints were where they were weakest and, once you'd pulled off arms and legs, droids... and other creatures for that matter... were fairly harmless.

What was this place? Metal and sparking cables, the remains of the two droids, lay at her feet. The last thing she could recall was walking into that ship with that 'ooze' creature. They'd been going through some fairly routine scans. The letch wouldn't shut up. Then she remembered feeling a pinch, a little prick on her back and then... nothing... She glanced down at her body. What was this? Did someone dress her in this? It seemed hard to believe that she'd dressed herself. She was aware of how her own body's systematic memory loss worked. Adrenaline, fear, anything that got the heart pounding really. So, surely she would have remembered dressing herself in this. Afterall, it seemed unlikely that she would have stopped to make a costume change during the middle of a fight or a chase.

She tried to remove the collar at least. Reaching for it, she'd get as far as placing her fingers upon it, then... A sudden clatter somewhere down the hall, in the direction the droids had been planning to take her. It startled her. Once more, she found herself asking 'what is this place?' It was quiet. No, not just 'quiet', it would be almost completely silent. There'd be no hum of an engine, but also no sound of life. Was she planetside? Some sort of asteroid or space station? She had no clue. Looking around she didn't appear to be aboard a derelict. Hmm... well then, as she set off down the hall in the direction of Ortix's chambers (by chance, as it would happen), time to explore and figure out where she was and what she was doing here.

The droids sparked at their removed joints and their heads shook back and forth as in caught up in a perpetual “no” motion. They were useless in caring out the remainder of their duties. When she grew distracted and headed off on her own her mind tried to play back events but most of them had been a haze.

She didn't remember much about the day before just a few snippets of memory. Nor did anything here look familiar as she went about. There were lights and the hum of a generator or some power source that had greeted her ears but little else to go on as she tried to figure out where she was.

Without any vibrations going through the floor and the areas being well spaced she could conclude that she was no longer in space. Without any windows or view ports it had been impossible to figure out if she had been in a space station or some other building.

As she continued on she encountered a few more droids. They neared, possibly to stop he, but they proved to be no match for her whatsoever. They were old combat models, security droids that were cheap but often deployed in vast numbers on the battlefield or to protect targets only to make them effective against common people.

Those with some skill could deal with a few by themselves and someone of her skill could take out a hell of a lot of them but therein laid the problem. Numbers had been there greatest strength so there were probably hordes of them around. There were no signs of them, however.

No other droids barred her way allowing her to reach the chamber in which Ortix resided. At first she missed him, his color scheme matched the metallic walls and floor being a dull gray. His position near a wall made it easy to overlook him until he moved.

He felt the vibrations in the floor, knew her wait, her gait and could crunch the numbers accounting for that collar she wore and clothes as well. He paused in his approach an area above his eye quirking up as if he had a brow and had been lifting it in surprise.

Her escort wasn't with her, that was clear. The surprise faded quick enough as he instead grinned. “I see you have found your way on your own.”

He did not need those cheap things, they weren't going to do him any good and unless he needed repairs done they probably wouldn't be too much use. The manacles had to have been broken, he had to get a bit closer and extend his keen senses to her.

Closing on where she stood he made a sweeping gesture to the food set out on a table in the corner of the room. Pancakes, bacon, sausage, eggs and various juices.

“You must be famished. Eat. We will talk as soon as your belly is full.” Indeed those manacles had been broken, not that he had been worried about that matter. With her fists she really couldn't harm him and explosions only caused him to be delayed as he drew himself back together. He had his own vulnerabilities but had been confident that they wouldn't come up should she prove to be hostile.

Rendering her unconscious should be an easy thing to do. However, he had been uncertain what sort of mood she was in. She destroyed at least two of his droids, possibly more. He had not heard her at work with others so their destruction had to be quick and silent he thought not that he sought to waste much time thinking about it.

“Not hungry? I find that a bit of a surprise after all the energy you spent last night Xin.”

The old style of combat droid were familiar enough to Xin, their capabilities, their weaknesses. She dispatched them quickly, the rusty mechs far too slow to handle her, even unarmed. Oddly enough, she noted, as she tore through them, these were the same make as the ones she'd been taught how to handle, all the way back when she'd received her original programming. A touch of nostalgia tinted her usual battle hungry, lusting grin. It was funny. Once upon a time, inside her head, these things would have been marked as the 'newest' and 'latest' model, the cutting edge tech that she might, on rare occasion, end up facing. Of course, she'd had time to see and experience first hand the newer models that'd come out since then, familiarising herself with those newer design. Sadly though, these things had been left in the dust, in very little time, but, still, it was a pleasant blast from the past.

A metallic torso was torn in two, across her chest, like an old stack of phone books, small, short circuiting sparks jumping and leaping from exposed wiring. Just like that, her supply of opponents was depleted and an almost disappointed look came to her face as she calmed. She walked on, taking a deep breath or two as that usual, insane, warmongering mania passed. It was a good warm up, and she was all ready for something altogether more intense. Not that she usually had the chance to remember, but fighting always got her blood pumping. She'd find herself adjusting this tiny outfit, trying to tuck down the short skirt that hardly covered up anything, then, giving it some thought, she'd decided to stop, leaving it be. Yeah, she was fine as is, in fact, this outfit could be quite useful. She carried on, boldly. In the end, when she'd first been 'born', she'd thought nothing of wandering around the lab with no clothes on. It was something she could remember clearly and, truth be told, modesty wasn't really an issue for her. She could walk around naked, or even in something as revealing as this, it didn't bother her either way.

“Mmm...”

She licked her lips. In fact, she thought to herself, once she'd found her way out of here, maybe she could find a bar or something, maybe a cute, young lass, someone she could get blushing with this outfit. That said, it'd probably be a good idea to find some underwear first, even if it was just to have someone slip them off later.

Finally, she made it to the room with Ortix. If she hadn't been thinking about other things, mind wandering, her sharp senses might have picked him up immediately, camouflage or none. Instead...

“Hmm?”

She snapped back to attention, eyes going to him as he spoke. Drat! She'd been so focused on what she'd do when she got out of here, she'd stopped wondering how she'd gotten here in the first place. She recognised her host. Memories just prior to her capture were clear enough, guarding a landing site, establishing a perimeter, then this one had come over. He'd asked if he could do some test, took her into his ship and then... nothing. Had they been attacked? It seemed a possibility. At the very least he didn't seem to be an enemy, but then, what of those droids?

She'd been too busy pondering, contemplating the situation at hand that she'd just stood there, at least, until he spoke again, having already slithered on over and gestured to the buffet on display.

“Oh!”

She turned her attention to the food. Probabilities passed through her mind. It seemed unlikely that she'd have taken on another job... so she was most likely off duty right now. She probably wasn't being paid to be here, this wasn't a job, so she could relax the usual 'Soldier's Discipline' and be herself. Truth be told, she was feeling kind of hungry. That said, his last comment, saying she'd used up a lot of energy last night, it would have feeling a little curious.

“Well, actually...”

Perhaps to her captor's surprise, she'd head to the table. From the very start though, since walking into the room, her behaviour had been very odd, given the circumstances. She wasn't angry, or ashamed, or even afraid. If anything she seemed a little guilty looking. After all, she had just torn apart this guys droids. It all disappeared however as she went for the food, her attitude becoming far more relaxed and casual.

A soldier, not exactly bred or taught in fine etiquette, furthermore, something of a homeless, wandering vagrant, Xin would be somewhat lacking in table manners. She'd learnt only how to be practical and how to take care of herself and so, with her bare hands, she'd pick up a couple of sausages and dump them into a fold of bread, like some sort of improvised hot dog. Next she'd scoop up some scrambled egg, again with her fingers, and sloping a couple of handfuls onto her sausages, wiping her hands on the table cloth, she'd apply it like some sort of ketchup or relish before taking a big bite.

Finally she turned, munching on her Breakfast Dog. She'd been eyeing up the bacon and pancakes, intent on making a sort of messy taco with maple syrup next, but even she had manners enough to take one thing at a time. She chewed and swallowed, talking with her mouthful a little.

“I think there's something wrong with your guard droids...”

She remarked shamelessly and casually, simply leaning against the table, taking another bite. It was somewhat bizarre, surreal even. Had she no idea what had happened last night? Where she was? At the very least, the outfit appeared to have no effect on her behaviour... What a specimen.

She was certainly unusual. Ortix observed her as she arrived attempting to make sense of her. He expected hostility given the night before though there had been none coming. He had already figured that the droids would not be a match for her. As he could tell they had not even caused her to brake a sweet.

Her weight had been more or less the same fluctuating with gravity and energy expenditure though in the short time they had been apart those changes had been what he would have expected. He had been somewhat attuned in feeling the presence of moisture and so he could conclude that aspect of matters.

Turning his acute senses on her he had been aware of her disheveled appearance. As he grew closer to her he scented grease and the scent of burnt clothing from the electrical bursts of the circuits of the droids that charred small patches in those clothes here and there.

She struck him as clueless as to what had happen. Again, unusual. He let her eat. c“Certainly destroying archaic droids wouldn't increase your appetite much so I'm guessing your hunger steams mostly from last night. Curious, you don't seem to remember a thing.”[/color]

He gauged her mental state figuring out what she remembered or didn't remember from their previous encounter. From what he had been able to divulge she remembered some of it, recalling the basics as to why she had been working for him in the first place.

“So you don't recall the tests then?” He felt no need in divulging what had occurred the evening before. Letting her eat her fill for now he then came closer, a datapad being pushed up through his body coming out of his hand absent of all slime.

“I'll fill in the basics,” turning on the datapad he brought up a star chart. “You are here in this asteroid field. Currently you are between jobs agreeing to allow me to run a few tests. Though I am curious ...”

Rather then question her he hit a few buttons on the datapad triggering some subroutines. Something heavy was coming this way after being freed from a concealed door. Vibrations rushed through the floor while the gears of machinery were still feint he heard them as the thing approached.

“Since you enjoyed taking my droids apart here's one more.” Until this morning he had forgotten about the bulky war droid that was a newer model in comparison to the others though still a few years out from cutting edge. Still, it provided a bit of entertainment for him and a means for her to burn off some energy.

To make matters a bit more challenging he tore pieces of himself off launching globs of slime all over the floor. While the floor wasn't entirely covered it would provide a hazard nonetheless that would need to be avoided or else hold her fast.

Ortix grinned then pushed a rod up through the slime of his body. The piece of metal was about as long as her forearm and he held it out to her for her to take just as the shadow of the latest droid stretched into the room.

It was slower than the other droids but sturdier and better armed. There were a few upgrades that it was lacking though it had less vulnerabilities. If the situation wasn't bad enough the few remaining antique droids would arrive throughout her encounter to assist the hulk of a droid, one arm ended in a blaster canon that went unused or had been inoperable while the other arm ended in a clamp that it tried to smash or grab her with to the best of it's ability.

It tried to drive her into the slime too. It was just too massive and powerful to be slowed down by it much trying to take advantage of the situation and showing that it was intelligent or knew what the slime could do to impair her.

Ortix watched on trying to stay out of the way if they got too close. He had been in no danger from the droid flowing around the room sinking down to become a large puddle that slithered about albeit a puddle that had various objects contained within it.

Armed with just the rod and anything she could scavenge from her breakfast Ortix watched on, all the droids doing nonlethal attacks in order to impair her if possible. Ortix figured that someone of her abilities would find a way to get the better of things. She was not drugged, had the strength to deal with her attackers and as he already knew she could take various punishment, punishment that he himself was happy to inflict himself afterwards.

As things went on the attacks would become more lethal. Ortix had figured that they would not kill her in the end but had dialed back that aspect from the start seeing just how she would adapt to the challenges already put into place.

Geng-Xin's eating habits were messy at best, and it was only through some miracle or unseen, divine intervention that she didn't soil what little clothing she was currently adorned with. Forgoing a glass and chugging straight from the jug, the Amazon would start to swallow down gulp after gulp of... well, the closest thing one had to orange juice in space. The tangy, pink liquid apparently sliding down with ease, nearly emptying the entire pitcher, she'd have just started munching her way through pancake, bacon and syrup (again, as close to 'maple' as one got out here and... well, best not to think about the 'bacon') when her host approached her. The fact that she didn't react with physical violence as he drew closer, or even gave so much as a flinch for that matter, was only further proof she had no recollection of the previous night.

"No, but my memory can be funny like that. Surprised I didn't tell you myself.”

She spoke as she wiped her mouth with the back of her arm. It was a point on which she'd be bound to have her suspicions. She knew the way her mind worked, and she also knew that she tended to try and avoid situations such as these. No long term deals or arrangements made whilst adrenaline is in the system, don't put your future self in a situation where you don't know where you are or what you're doing. It was common sense really.

The slime creature, at the very least, went ahead and filled in some of the details, though how much of it she could trust, she didn't know. She'd probably have the ability to recall what was happening now, having had enough of a break from her brief burst of droid slaughter. Given that she was calm right now it wouldn't be a waste of her time to memorise that star map and, for whatever small amount of time her host granted her in order to do so, she would go ahead and study it closely. An asteroid field? Well, that tracked. She'd been on and off planets enough to recognise artificial gravity when she felt it though, oddly enough, it was the natural occurring variety that always felt unusual to this space born warrior. She examined the map closely, deciding it was probably too detailed to be a simple forgery, but in the end, it wouldn't be long before Ortix was pressing a new set of buttons, unleashing something new for Xin to deal with.

“Tch... I assume I'm getting paid for this.”

Her temperament was considerably less patient than before, grumpily laying back down on the table the latest morsel she'd picked up to eat. As the ground shook, vibrating with every step her approaching opponent took, a small, battle readying surge rushed through her veins. Unlike before however, there'd be little in the way of excitement. This wasn't fun anymore, merely inconvinient and the longer she was here, the more of a hassle this place would prove to be. At least Ortix would provide her with a weapon this time. Though, as she seized the end of the pole, pulling it out, she'd quickly find herself both surprised and disappointed. Ideally, she'd expected something a little longer.

“Really?”

She'd inquire with haughty, dry rhetoric, apparently having time to address this shortcoming even as the mechanical hulk entered the room. The pole was little more than a baton and, given the size of her current opponent, handing her this was like giving someone a pen knife to go deal with a rampaging rhino. She sighed in resignation. Still...

“... guess it's true what they say...”

She'd make a start, whipping the table cloth off the buffet without, sad to say, the particular finesse and trickery that accompanied that certain, impressive party piece, the one that would have seen everything on top stay in place, despite the displaced layer pulled away from underneath. Instead, the food, the drink and all its accompanying cutlery, all of it would clatter and crash on the table top, resulting in a cataclysmic, dripping mess. If he'd wanted tidy, he wouldn't have started the fight here.

“... it's not the size that counts, but how you use it.”

Though in the case of that not so subtle innuendo, how would Xin know? Ortix would begin to spew his sludge all over the place, adding a new level of difficulty to the conflict, but Xin wouldn't be one to fall for such a simple obstacle. Partially wrapping the table cloth around her arm, keeping the trailing ends of it away from the puddles of slime as they splashed here and there upon the floor, our fighter would get a move on as the hulk rushed her position. Not keen to get into a contest of brute strength, one that could seemingly go either way, or so one might think if they didn't know how incredibly strong this towering woman actually was, Xin would instead opt for more evasive tactics, displaying speed, agility and, here and there, almost acrobatic aptitude. Avoiding this thing's slow, lumbering attacks would seemingly be her main focus, with every care being taken to also try and avoid that sludge under foot, she'd soon have herself a third nuisance to deal with as the fight went on.

"Tch."

Some of those smaller, antiquated combat mechs from earlier made their way onto the battlefield, and it wouldn't be long before Xin had to deal with them.

“RAAARHH!”

A quick side step and she'd successfully avoid the pointy end of a crudely bayoneted tac rifle. Maybe a good ten inches shorter than Xin, and not particularly well armed, this minuscule droid was little more than a nuisance and, as one would soon see, not even much of one. Sweeping her arm up and over the responsible party, the rickety mechanoid would soon find its head engulfed inside a heavy, thick swath of table cloth. It could probably still 'see', equipped with sensors and the like, but loss of visual acuity would be the least of this thing's worries. Ducking under to evade a wild, whooshing swing, the back of the hulk's dysfunctional rifle arm sweeping just overhead, a sharp tug from Xin would pull the little tin soldier off balance and, before it even had the chance to correct its equilibrium gyros... Smash! The full weight of the strike would collide with the almost skeletal frame, instantly dissolving the wind up toy into little more than a shower of tiny, fragmented pieces.

“Hmph.”

Fabric would have been torn away, but there'd still be a good armful of rough cloth in her grip. She hadn't really been slowed down or pulled off balance by all this, but nonetheless, as the next strike from the behemoth was thrust forth, she'd find herself taking the blow head on. Humongous clamp arm going straight for her, Xin would rise up from a crouching position and, with the back of either hand, she would confront both of the pliers' heads as they sought to grab, squeeze and likely crush her. However, muscle rippled and, as she apparently did the impossible, beating the might of heavy duty, mechanic hydraulics with naught but flesh, grit and will power, the air would fill with a shrill shriek, servos creaking and slipping.

Backwards she went, bare feet sliding across the ground as she rose up onto the ends of her feet. Her head was bowed as she was pushed back, but she didn't seem deterred as this giant machine slid her back over the floor, inch by inch. In fact, as she stopped just short of a puddle of sludge, the ground underfoot cracking, shattering and piling up beneath her heel like so much gathered sand and gravel, feet cutting a groove into the solid floor, there'd be an almost manic, crazed, gleeful expression on her face as she lifted her head, whole body trembling with the strain.

“My turn.”

Metal groaned and creaked. She only pushed harder. The clamp shook, and as she drove forth, the pliers would find themselves slowly parting, strain torturing the air with a harsh whining. Finally joints cracked and with a spark of electricity, one curved hook of the hulk's clamp arm comes loose, flying free through the air and landing, like a cast iron anvil, upon the breakfast table, easily collapsing and shattering the wooden legs. Just like prying open a lobster...

Seemingly in response to this latest display of strength, the gradual trickle of combat droids would only thicken. Attacks would become increasingly more serious in their intent. Escalation would occur. Almost as if they'd seen what happens when one gets too close, as if they had some sort of sense of self preservation, the lesser mechs would keep their distance, engaging now with blasters and rifles. A lucky shot grazed her back, a small bloodless cut and burn struck across her skin as the barely adequate clothing tore. She barely reacted, apparently too far into her beserker mode to notice the pain. Still, actions would be taken to avoid further hits.

Releasing the hulk's arm, once more having to duck under as it swung an arm across, she'd go straight for one of its knees. Thrusting herself between legs, the tiny pole provided to her by Ortix would be driven right into the leg joint, metal rammed in deep. What remained of the table cloth was splayed, twirled and spread out into a makeshift rug to carpet a puddle of goo out front and to one side of her, and with a well aimed kick the the behemoth's remaining leg she'd make cover for herself. Tugging and twisting, grabbing the larger droids back, fingers dig right into the metal plating as she dragged it down to her level. Xin would force the giant down to one knee and turn it around in front of her, into the face of the oncoming volley. Naturally the small fire would do little to the machine, but it'd give the Amazon a second or two of defence.

“Fuck.”

She hissed. This fight had gotten intense, and if she wanted out she'd have to come up with some way of ending this soon. Her bountiful chest rose and fell as she breathed, the exertion taking its toll on even her masterfully crafted body. No, she wouldn't be beaten, not by this. Fingers gripped the pole sticking out of the droid's leg and ripped it out clean.

“Alright, let's see what I can do with this...”

He too was a messy eater in a sense. While he could eat in the traditional fashion all that had been really required had been for him to surround something encasing it in himself and slowly dissolving it in much the same way as a microbe would nourish itself. It took a great deal of time to absorb organic matter in this way while inorganic material remained behind.

As far as nutrients went he got the vast majority of them from water. He could replace his lost mass, even grow with the absorption of water if given enough time. It took longer than he desired, transforming water into slime took a bit of time but there had been no other way for him to replace any of the slime that went inert.

Still he needed little in the way of actual food and tended to remain more or less at the same size. Like a spider or a large snake he could go a great deal of time between meals. Ortix allowed her some time to study the star charts he provide, while she would recognize some of the systems no trade routes came past these parts. At best she could expect the occasional smuggling vessel searching out beaten paths and short cuts as well as pirates hiding out from the law.

It was doubtful that the later would be around if her employer had a base here having eradicated them was the most likely scenario with the occasional smuggling vessel not even being aware that he was here. Mining corporations may have had an interest in the asteroid fields at one point. She could have surmised that this asteroid had already been mined and thus ignored by any surveying ships, maybe Ortix himself had it mined so that any future vessels here ignored the asteroid.

“As much as your last assignment and this one isn't half as dangerous,” he grinned as the vibrations indicated the approach of something large. “Well it shouldn't be anyway.”

He smiled at her disappointment when seeing that the rod wasn't so long and she would have to get closer to her target than she may have liked. “I couldn't make it too easy for you.”

The room was soon littered with his slime adding to the challenge. Between the food and the slime the room had been a complete mess, not that he had been worried about that. He “watched” on finding that she was far quicker than he would have given one of her frame such credit for. He felt the approach of the few antiquated droids that he had left and through the feel of vibrations he got a sense of where everything was.

Hearing the clatter of the smaller droids as they where destroyed Xin found that the hulk did not work well with the obsolete models smashing some of them as she evaded it. In return it was shot a few times by the other droids, not deliberately but because she evaded those shots meant for her. The hulk had been unarmed by their weapons that lacked the punch in harming the hulk individually.

Perhaps if they all launched an attack at once or concentrated fire on a vulnerable point they may have been able to damage it but that was doubtful growing dimmer the more that the smaller droids were destroyed or disabled.

The sound of the hulk loosing it's arm had been loud. The crack and thud of the table told him in an instant where the arm had landed as he lost track of it while it had been airborne. That was a weakness to his senses, unless he had been close enough to feel a breeze anything flying or suspended without being attached to something else eluded him. Not that it would have mattered much had that arm landed on him, he would have been able to draw himself back together, inconvenienced for a few minutes just as he would have been in an explosion that splattered his essence everywhere.

Physical attacks were a set back at best though he was far from invulnerable. He observed the fight hearing the use of that rod and the fall of the hulk to a single knee. Blaster fire echoed out most of it hitting the hulk so he had guessed she managed to use it as cover. The smaller droids were all present now but keeping their distance using their rifles.

The hulk lashed out with it's single arm as it twisted at the waist. Then it tried to get back up, it's arm pressing into a puddle of slime as it pushed itself up. It's strength ripping up sections of the floor as it stood, the slime still adhering to that hand.

While there had been other sections of the floor that had been ripped up as it walked over some of the puddles it lumbered toward her after orientating itself. But each step was labored now, if it had been an organic it would have had a severe limb, every other step nearly sent it back to the ground.

Sparks fired out from the spot where it's arm had been and while it pressed the attack the hulk was far slower now. Perhaps that was a saving grace as it allowed her to use it as cover against the others easier while eluding those attacks.

Still that left her with how to deal with the remaining droids. Plenty of them had fallen thus far and there had been a scattering of rifles that she could have fought towards. Provided that they were not the sort that only fired for their user she would be able to use them. Even if they were shattered droid chassis's gave her the opportunity to hurl portions of droids at the others while using the hulk as cover.

Though if the rifles worked she could take out the hulk first using it as cover between her and the others though there had been no telling how durable the hulk was. All the while Ortix had not moved from where he was, unconcerned with stray shots or getting in the way of things as if he knew the droids would not target him or had been incapable of harming him, it was tough to say which since none of the fighting had gone on near him barring the droid arm that smashed the table he was beside.

Deep breaths, clear the mind. From her position behind the crippled behemoth, Xin took the second of two she'd been granted to come up with a plan. What to do about the droids and how to finish this fight, that she already had figured. Her current host and present circumstances were the real issue. How had he got her here? She found it hard to believe she'd taken a job for money, especially without at least leaving herself some sort of note. Had he coerced her, or had he simply kidnapped her? Thinking back, the way she'd awoken suggested the later. There was nobody she would be trying to protect. She didn't have anyone to care about, so a hostage was unlikely. That was good. No chance that her simply breaking out of here, stealing a ship and fleeing would have any adverse consequences. So now it's just a question of how to get away.

A rainfall of pings and warped, distributor hums continued to flash as small weapon's fire barraged ineffectually against the front of the juggernaut. Shuddering and jolting like a poorly rendered stop motion, the hulk began to move again, twisting at the waist. Broken hydraulics hissed, leaking, black fluid sprayed, and with it's single remaining arm the beast would impact and cratered the floor as it started to pick itself up. Xin sighed a breath of frustrated resignation. If she wanted to move, she had to do it now. So annoying. It couldn't give her another second or two to think up a plan? Gripping the rod in her hand she turned to face the back of the juggernaut. Damn it, why did she have to put up with shit like this? Probably hadn't even been paid for the first job with the mercs either. Ramming the rod into the mechanoid's back, knowledge of the hulk's design would come in handy as she zones in on just the right spot to pry away the single, heavy, armour plate. Finger's grasped the edges, and with a little effort, the three inch thick, reinforced chunk of metal was ripped away from its safe like housing. The inner machinations of the beast were exposed, and she had it right where she wanted it.

"Just the one job. It'll be simple. Just point your gun and shoot whoever they tell you to."

She muttered to herself sarcastically, carrying on with almost a calm, casual attitude as she tore metal apart with her bare hands. Feet step into and grip the bottom lip of the hole she'd just rendered in the back of the hulk and, as the thing rises back up, she rides with, lifting her a good meter or so up into the air. The casing she'd pried away was far from discarded, as she'd need the shield later, but for now it had to rest on the table cloth blanket below. She needed at least one hand to get to work and, whilst one would be needed to grip the upper regions of the gaping hole now torn open and vulnerable, keeping her steady, sharp eyes and her other hand would be available to take whatever she wanted.

'The main fuel line should be around there, which means that the main tank should be...' Thought becomes action as she finds what she's looking for. A crunch and crash of metal, and Xin would have punched her fist right in there, burying herself inside this thing's 'guts' up to the elbow. The poor thing, it'd only just gotten back up to its feet. Rip, tear, she'd find what she was looking for and, taking an inhumanely strong grip, she'd tear it out. Lights in the eyes go dim. Attempts to limp and turn around come to a shuddering halt. From out of the depths of this Goliath's innards, yanked and dragged all the way out by the woman's unnaturally powerful arms until something snaps, comes the heart of the beast. A large chunk of metal still trailing a long, thick artery of black, rubbery tubing, the main fuel tank of the droid had just enough heft and line to be the deadly ball and chain weapon Xin had in mind.

"This'll do."

Jumping back down to the ground as the hulk started to telegraph, toppling backwards, before the item in question could be pinned under the mass of the defeated behemoth, Xin quickly pulled to herself the chunk of armour plating that'd be her improvised shield. The droid fell to the ground, and our warrior stood bold in the open space between its legs, seemingly unphased as the immense metallic bulk crashed around her. A heavy length of thick tubing gripped tight in one hand, despite how small her hands were in comparison, with a mace head of obsolete giant mechanoid fuel tank, and a heavy plate of giant mechanoid back armour, almost as big as she was, serving as a shield, it was safe to say she had herself some proper armaments now. Like this, she could finally begin.

Shots fired, weapons blazed, but it was already over for the smaller combat droids. When Xin wasn't simply side stepping attacks, she was moving a three inch thick chunk of reinforced plating in their way. Blocked or evaded, the tin soldiers would be truly ineffective in any of their attempts to strike back. Similarly, any attempts at self-preservation would prove to be for naught as she swung that mighty ball and chain of a weapon, bowling over and snapping droids like saplings in the path of a charging rhino. It didn't last long, with whole ranks and files at a time resolving themselves as shattered showers of smashed machinery. After the first few swings the results to follow would become predictable. However, as the last of the droids became little more than kindling, Xin would let loose with one final surprise.

She'd been far from unobservant, and with her current host still very much where he'd been from the very start, it wouldn't be hard for her to find where he was now. Quickly lunging into range, the shield would be rammed into the ground as the flail was swung and likely sunk into the sludge creature. Perhaps she'd take him by surprise, perhaps she wouldn't. Either way, without giving so much as a hint that this was her plan, she'd quite suddenly turn on him. A big, heavy chunk of metal swung on the end of a rubbery fuel line, if any other creature had been hit by this, they might've suffered serious, if not fatal damage. However even with her strength, she couldn't expect to do any damage like that. She'd watched the viscous, almost liquid consistency of the creature for too long and so, she already knew she needed a little something extra. Fortunately, she had already planned for such a thing.

Reaching down, grabbing amidst the twisted pieces of broken druid anything still sparking and flashing with electricity, she'd take the 'match' and bring it swiftly up to the 'fuse'. Fuel ignited, flames chased up the length of what remained of the main artery line and, at the heart of the heavy, thick tank that'd served as the head of her weapon, the final attack, a blasting explosion, was lit. Just in time, in order to protect herself from shrapnel, Xin would pick up her shield again and slam it into place between herself and the erruption of fire and metal. It wasn't just hard, but loud as well, and were it not for Xin's durability and the size of this place, she might have worried about setting off such a blast in an enclosed space such as this. Still, once the shock wave had resolved and her ears had stopped ringing, Xin would drop her shield and get to work on trying to get herself out of here.

She gives a brief shrug. "I guess accidents like these happen. Was great working with ya."

A door, not the one she'd come in through, it had to lead somewhere. She had no idea if there was additional security, other guys, or if she'd even managed to deal with her current 'guy', and so, with a brisk pace, she decided to move.

When the hulk crashed back down to the ground in defeat a pair of the closest droids looked at one another. Had they been organic beings they would have been dismayed exchanging looks of disbelief. Perhaps something in their simple programming triggered such a response. But they had no morale to brake just programming and thus raised their rifles and fired.

Shots were absorbed by that makeshift shield, that casing able to withstand their blaster fire. Only beneath concentrated fire would they hope in damaging the object at all and with her constant motion and evasion that was an impossible task even for the artificial creations.

They could not coordinated to get this done. Each had been a simple model made cheaply to be deployed in large numbers. More sophisticated droids could have managed, perhaps, but this had been beyond them. Every moment that passed ended the existence of another droid or two.

When there was but one left it collapsed without her even having to make contact. Defective model? Playing dead after running through all the calculations and seeing how pointless it was? Whatever the case dealing it a lethal blow was a simple matter to ensure that it did not get back up any time soon.

That was all of them, at least the inorganic ones. Her attack did manage to catch Ortix by surprise, the weapon sinking into him causing a portion of his slimy body to splatter but that would quickly closed back up. Slime even surrounded and latched onto her arm intending on holding her fast loosing only after her shield cut through his head splattering it and loosening that hold he had on her arm.

This allowed her to ignite that fuel, the resulting explosion caught chiefly on that shield tossing her back in that blast. Slime had been splattered all over the room among droid parts. Much of it gathered on the shield and some still clung on her forearm.

The room certainly saw better days. She had to be careful of where to step now more then ever but without the droids firing upon her it had been far easier than before. Continuing on there was a hall that ended in a T intersection. Following it on way revealed several storerooms with numerous droid parts and other mundane supplies. There were a few droids here all powered down and it wasn't long before she realized that she had to go the other way.

Back tracking and heading to the end of the other corridor she found a hanger that had a shuttle. It was short range the sort that would get her to the next system over which would be enough to get her to a well used trade route or to a planet where she could secure something a bit more long range or book passage elsewhere.

She would need money for that though she could always sell or trade the shuttle. First things first was determining just where she was. Trying to recall the map she was shown and cross referencing the star charts on the shuttle's computers she got a fair sense of where she was and was able to launch after sending simple codes through the computer to activate the opening of the hanger doors after a flight check.

Everything was in order too. Things went without a hitch as she launched at least in the beginning. The ship handled well but it was just after setting the coordinates she wanted that her arms were pulled to her sides as something steel colored and sticky looped around her securing her to the pilots chair.

It grasped her with incredible strength constricting against her at the same time that it held her there. A hand fell too her shoulder flowing down from there encompassing a breast and rubbing it over the clothing that was still there.

“Oh, so close. But you see I don't explode so well. You shouldn't have done that, now I'm going to have some fun. Fight if you wish. You will soon learn that the power to endure pain outlives the power to inflict it.” Whether he meant that she could not harm her or was speaking about her ability to endure pain and his efforts coming to naught she couldn't say.

Perhaps he meant both. In any case he was clearly planning on having some fun. Slime collected along her feet to hinder her even more as his other hand reshaped itself into a knife trailing against the side of her neck and dropping lower carefully cutting into her blouse, exposing a breast then nicking the underside of it. Tendrils of slime were coiling and slithering over her calves stretching up to her thighs. They too sharpened slashing little cuts every so often against those thighs.

Basic sub light propulsion, what looked like a Standard External Manoeuvring Engine Network, albeit an out of date model that'd been retrofitted for an almost out of date ship, deflection and pulse cannons capable of little more than asteroid clearance, the shuttle was hardly a cutting edge, top of the line cruise vessel. However, for Xin, this craft would be ideal in one respect. A removed panel, and a few crossed wires, and the shuttle would be hot wired, to use an Earth term. Anything more sophisticated and advanced would have had security to match and, whilst our Amazon had already proven herself capable of taking on those complex technologies, such things would have taken up time, more than she would have felt comfortable spending.

A relatively small compartment, not much larger than what was found on most fighter craft, though accessible from the sides which closed up after entry, Xin would have had to crawl under, getting onto all fours, tampering with the main control panel before getting inside. Still wearing that short skirt with not a stitch of anything underneath, her exposed, slightly glistening behind must have been a tempting target for the sludge entity that was, unbeknown to her, already there and waiting. A plump, juicy looking sex and tight, puckered ass, it was no wonder why anyone would go to such lengths to toy with her. Tall, slender, but toned in her slightly muscular looking physique, Xin was a prime specimen.

With one final glance around, making sure that her captor was not in pursuit, she would step into the cockpit, taking her seat and closing all external panels and locks. Recalling the map that she'd seen briefly would be a little difficult. Unlike most other super soldiers who have eidetic memory bred into them, Xin's particular genome was actually a work in progress towards a type of soldier that was actually meant to forget. A bit of fighting, some running around, not to mention an explosion or two, the exact details wouldn't be as clear as she'd like. That said, even though she hadn't exactly been bred for perfect memory recall, save for that particular quirk that kicked in during REM sleep, Xin would at the very least possess an average ability, no less capable than anyone else. This being the case, she would go ahead and start up the engines. She knew roughly what direction she needed to go in and as long as she stayed on that course she should run into something or someone. Unfortunately though, it was not meant to be.

"What?!"

She'd just set the ship's course and was ready to fire the main engines when something reached out and snagged her, sharply dragging her arm away from the final switch, finger tips only inches from the ignition. Even with this ship at full speed, it would have taken a few hours to reach the next system, though for now it wasn't going anywhere. At first, she would have no idea what it was that had her. With her arms pinned to her sides, her head and back would also find themselves stuck against the pilot's chair, and she would hardly be in a position to turn and look around behind her. Pretty soon however, Xin would hear the voice of her captor once more and, as a hand like ooze of sludge encompassed her shoulder, trickling down to grope her breast, the proud warrior would give a shudder and cringe.

"Nkh! Do what you want. You think I was going buy that 'working for you' crap?"

She'd struggle, but her current host was more trouble to deal with than she would have initially thought. Trying to lift a leg up, she'd briefly entertain the notion of hitting that final ignition key with her bare feet. However, almost as soon as she'd have herself that idea she'd feel something sticky and gross envelop her soles, and any attempt to move would only result in a wet, sucking, slurp as the sludge stuck fast to her feet, keeping her grounded. A blade manifested near her neck, and she'd do what she could to eye it up as it trailed threateningly. As it moved further down, she'd give a single, decisive rattle in her seat, shuffling and shifting in an attempt to escape.

"If you're going to kill me, just get it over with already."

Her breathing grew heavy and laboured, hot and harsh as it rushed in and out of her nostrils. Lips pursed, teeth gritted, she thought she was ready for the worst. However, as that knife took now to her clothes and split open what little was there, a sharp, quivering gasp would be heard as she suddenly inhaled. At first she simply stared out, up at the stars. However, as he started to make little cuts here and there, she'd scrunch up her eyes, turning her head to one side. Tendrils of slime slid up her long, smooth, flawless calves, and as they began to coil around her thighs, she'd instinctively shuffle and try to close her legs, pulling her knees together.

Pretty resilient, when it came to pain, the tiny cuts would not be all that much bother to Xin, to whom they were little more than an irritating scratching. She could feel this creature beginning to ooze all over her, and she would find herself fixated on the sensation of exposure as her breast rose and fell with every breath. Usually, she had no problem with nudity, modesty not all that high a priority for her. However, this naked state would feel so very different in a situation such as this. On some level, she already knew what was happening, yet she would try to maintain this 'readiness for death' mentality. Her teeth clenched and her fists bunched, she kept her mouth and eyes shut. She wasn't going to say a word. She was just going to have to both endure and try to think of a way out.

“Kill you? I have no desire to do that. Besides, there are things worse then death.” He chuckled to himself ignoring her other statement for now. It didn't matter that he had initially employed her or the deal that they later struck.

Still she was strong and while she was unable to break free she did manage to get her legs closed not that that mattered to one with his abilities. If he were a solid that would be another challenge altogether but he was able to press through the smallest of cracks and only needed to pry open her legs a hair and only then for a second or two, something he could manage just like she managed the cuts.

That only inspired him to cut deeper when he wasn't busy slicing away the remainder of that top. The blood that ran out of her wounds collected with the slime that had been bound around her changing his coloration to a deep red to match it.

Those strands began to constrict against her tightening any time she drew a breath just like a serpent asphyxiating it's prey.

When she was weakened struggling for breath that's when he would pull her legs apart. Not far but enough. The few seconds had been all it would take for that slime to shoot up her thighs. The strand on one leg attached itself to her clit encompassing it while the other pressed inside her. It was spaghetti strand thin at first though Ortix pumped more slime through that thin strand inflating inside her after a small measure of time while remaining thin outside of her.

He began to thrust inside her again, one, two, three thrusts then he came. Or at least it felt as he did at first. What she thought was cum was more slime that reshaped itself inside her becoming small spiked balls that he controlled moving them deeper inside her while renewing his thrusts.

A slimy tongue licked her neck and new arms had been shaped from his body, a pair tackling those breasts, manipulating her nipples and giving them sharp tugs and twists.

Another arm continued to cut her while those spiked balls sought to do the same internally. “We're just getting started Xin. Unfortunately most of the tools I've stored in my body were destroyed. Let's see what's still left after the stunt you pulled.”

She could hear him pushing objects out of his body and depositing them to the floor with clunk after clunk and a series of sighs given the lament over the object being destroyed.

Being blasted the way he had been he probably just picked up any nearby object only now seeing what, if anything remained intact outside of that knife he was using something he must have had grabbed from the table or rather floor where the table had been.

“Excellent!” The way he said that he had to have found something that had survived. Soon she would feel the coldness brought on by metal as it traced along her neck. She also felt metal against the back of her shoulder, the object had to be long though it was impossible to say what it was.

“I wonder if it still works? Care to find out?” He of course didn't care if she answered or not since it wasn't going to affect things one bit so he went on with things. Discovering that the object was some sort of nipple clamping device that he affixed to her somehow there had to be more than that. For the moment those cuts, thrusts and the movement of that spiked slime occupied much of his attention before escalating things even further.

Should she attempt to speak it would have cost her since he did not let up on that constriction whenever she inhaled.

The creature seemed simply to laugh at her and, as it mocked, it would become abundantly clear that her status definately was, and always had been, one of prisoner and not employee. Of course, this only encouraged her defiance. Against a lecherous, goading creature such as this, who probably had all he needed and took whatever he wanted, Xin would at the very least be determined not to give him anything. Her own will, her own mind, she would deprive him of what was hers. He Would Not take resolve and spirit. To that end, she would find herself focused on her breasts, as he poured all over them, groping and molesting. Straining the metal slightly, with an audible groan as the alloy protested, Xin would fight to free her hands. However...

"Nkh!"

He had started to cut deeper here and there, quickly doing away with whatever little fabric remained covering her chest, but what would really catch her full attention was the constriction, the squeezing. Despite her considerable strength, it wouldn't take long for her to begin feeling the strain. Tightening every time she exhaled, making every new breath in harder than the last, Xin would naturally squirm in her seat as she struggled to claim air for her lungs. Of course, once she realised what he was doing, she would endeavour even harder than before not to make a sound, regardless of how much pain he inflicted or how deeply he cut into her body. If he wanted to choke the life out of her, he wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing her cry. As it would happen though, pain was just one sensation she had to contend with and, as something slipped up, in between her thighs, she'd suddenly find herself caught off guard.

"Mmm!"

An uncharacteristic, girlish, whimpering squeak escaped Xin and she would instantly redouble her efforts, pressing her knees tightly together as she unconsciously flinched from the touch. She hadn't even felt her body weakening, or her legs slowly spreading, but the reuniting of her legs would just go to show her how far apart her limbs had moved. Her face would begin to flush, turning pink, and as the blushing spread, it would be clear that her reddish pigment change wouldn't be entirely from asphyxiation. She felt something down below, quite intensely in fact, but as much as she wanted him to stop touching her there, it would already be too late. Even with her legs pressed together, the form of her assailant would already have seeped its way into that place and, as she continued to squirm, she would feel him invading, penetrating her.

Hunched over, trying to curl up into a ball, bringing her chest to her knees, Xin's eyes would be closed shut tight, with teeth clenched and head turned to one side as she maintain a death grip on the arm rest of her chair with her fingers. Even now, her strength would be considerable, keeping her keeled over as she fought against the steady pull back into her chair, goop still encompassing her breast. Not another sound. She'd be determined on that front, as she shook her head, seemingly to answer some unheard voice urging her to cry out. Inevitably though, little grunts and groans were escaping as she tried to endure and, once the member that'd been inflated inside of her cunt began to thrust, she would only be able to scrunch herself up all the tighter. In, out, in, out, fortunately her tormentor appeared to be quicker than most. However, once he'd "cum" she'd feel something deeply disconcerting within, followed quickly by...

"AAAHHNN!"

Back arching, swiftly granting her tormentor the chance he needed to pull her back into her chair, Xin would slip up by letting out a considerable cry. The tiny chicken scratching she'd been receiving externally (which might actually have been some cause for concern for lesser warriors) hadn't gotten through to her, but even the comparatively gentle scraping and cutting inside her body was enough to make her bellow, wasting precious air. Of course, she would feel her attacker seize upon the opportunity she'd given him straight away, and as quickly as she tried to respond, sucking her air back in quickly, the grasp would nonetheless forge its iron hold around her.

"Mmm-no..."

Once more she desperately shook her head as she managed to mutter out just the briefest and quietest of protests. A tongue ran up her neck and cheek and, as more hand like appendages took to her teats, now beginning to tingle from the combined assault of oxygen starvation and constant massage, another high pitch, squeaking whimper would escape her as her nipples were pinched, squeezed and twisted. Hands clenching and un-clenching, her eyes would open slightly, just a little bit. Before her was her reflection in the glass of the shuttle's cockpit and, as she briefly spied her helpless body, tormented and tortured by her captor, she couldn't help but look away. As he continued to assault her, both inside and out, Xin would focus entirely on enduring this, withstanding the pain, ignoring (as much as she could) the unwanted, inevitable sensations produced by his thrusts and ongoing abuse of her teats, the former made slightly easier by the subsequent discomfort caused every time the penetrating invader stirred the spike balls within.

Breathing, biting down, these held her attention far more than anything he could say. At some point during this hellish nightmare, she'd be vaguely aware of the sound of metal, of things dropping to the floor, but even as she felt something cold trail across her neck and shoulder, she would do little more than grunt and twitch. Trying to escape, squirming, shaking and thrusting her hips, it'd all come to an end. It hadn't taken long for her to realise that movement only caused more discomfort and, whilst the torture she was having to endure now was harsh, she would just have to master herself, maintain control and do what she could to make it through.

He took advantage of the situation pulling her back into the chair once the opportunity presented itself. Struggle as she might she wasn't getting free until he let her go. Yet there had been times with that incredible strength of hers that she nearly accomplished just that.

Lack of oxygen impaired her strength a bit making her fight for each breath, making her decide between another frantic surge or a breath to fill those burning lungs. Pseudopods wrapped around her wrists securing her arms to the chair as well.

Ortix let her catch a few quick breaths, he didn't want her to pass out just yet. There was a brief pause in the fucking too as he repositioned himself in such an odd way enveloping the chair and then her. Instead of circling around her that was unnecessary as he moved straight ahead. For a moment she was fully within him as he moved through her so that he was now in front of her when he finished. His back taking on the appearance of his front now with little effort.

Keeping her secure to that chair she would see the number of extra arms and pseudopods that extended from him. One set had been holding an object, a taser of sorts that appeared slightly melted. He was able to peer into her features, not that he could have seen her. But he could sense her, feel the heat in her face when he brushed a cheek. A grin formed on his features, not that she had to say anything at all.

He continued to press into her, that cock now inflating and deflating as he speared it inside her. Those spiked balls rolling deeper inside her returning back to his cock every four minutes or so so that those portions would not die. Then they would return to her depths.

More slime was squeezing beneath her ass, rubbing against those cheeks. The taser pressed up against a shoulder though it did not shock. Rather she felt an injection as drugs were inserted into her. The object wasn't what she believed or at least had multiple purposes as her blood would heat inside her as the chemical went to work.

Each cut, each thrust or even squeeze of her breasts had intensified. Even the string of slime that had now begun to manipulate her clit by encasing it then rotating to the right, then left, something so mundane felt ten times better.

Both aspects of pleasure and pain had been enhanced in this fashion. The object pressed back against her, lower now and touching her nipple directly blasting it with cold. When the object pressed a little lower on her breast it brought with it a surge of heat.

“Fight it as much as you want. Pleasure or pain, you decide. But until you make up your mind you will feel both.” The band of slime over her ribs contracted once again in an effort to delay her answer for a moment longer. Meanwhile he continued with the touch and odd taser delivering blasts of cold, heat and electricity.

With a solid thud and a shudder from the chair, the mighty warrior is slammed back, pressed into the padded back, restrained, unable to escape. Naturally, she squirmed and struggled, continued to do what she could to free herself. However, in the end, her attempts would prove fruitless and, shortly after being pulled back, she would have to both watch and feel, with a sort of wide eyed terror, as the slime creature behind her began to move forward. The reflection in the window in front of her, along with her own sense of touch, allowing her to fully sense what was happening.

Feeling at first the wet, slurping, a sort of suction as the back of her head disappeared into this muck, the once proud Amazon would be powerless to resist and would be forced to witness as her captor continued to advance. Held there, helpless, strapped to that chair, once the creeping mire had reached the edges of her face, she would feel her instincts kick in and, with her eyes closing tight, she would take one final, deep (or as deep as she could manage) breath, holding it until she was surfaced again.

Although it was brief, lasting only a few seconds, for those few moment she was trapped inside her captor, it was all Xin could think about to try and muscle her way out of her bonds. Suffocation had severely sapped her strength. However, through the thick sludge, a fierce, primordial snarl would arise and, with one final push, our warrior would make one, last, desperate attempt at escape. Using all of her remaining strength, she would focus purely on freeing the one arm and, perhaps to the surprise of her captor, with a brief groan from the material in question, the metal would twist and warp, finally snapping like so much overstretched plastic cord. It was a remarkable feat of strength but ultimately, as it'd quickly turn out, one of little consequence.

Her right arm was free, just as her captor had finished his brief passage through her and, had he been a more tangible, physical presence, he might have gotten himself a mean right hook to the face. In the end though, the beast she faced was not someone she could match with physical power alone and, in these circumstances, her one accomplishment, this one partial escape, would be all for naught. With a weak cry of protest, Xin would try to at least keep this one arm of hers free. However, no sooner was her arm off the rest, then new, thick, slimy restraints would be out, snaking around her wrist and, with a heavy tug, her arm would be dragged back down into place, secured again, even harder than before.

Of course, even if she did have the strength to try and pull herself free again, given where she was, what was happening, she had to realise just how little good it would do her. As if to punish her for her brief escape attempt, the ongoing torture of her body would restart and, with a pleading whimper and quiet moan, the poor woman would desperately thrust her hips up into the air, convulsing in response to the renewed torment. She could open her eyes now, and before her she would see the ever malevolent features of her captor. A sludge like appendage brushed her cheek. She squirmed, gasping desperately for breath, unable to get the air in properly. Her head was starting to feel light. She felt weak, exhausted, but also drained. It was like there was no strength left in her body and, even though she continued to struggle against her restraints, her captor could no doubt feel the pathetic, feebleness that had gripped her whole body. There was nothing she could do, she had no fight left in her.

With stuttered gasps of pain, pleasure and fear, her breath hissing, she'd be helpless to watch as she saw some sort of device press against her shoulder. It appeared to be some sort of taser, but when it pushed into her soft, smooth flesh, she would instead feel something surging into her veins, an injection of some sort. Naturally, it didn't take long for the effects to take hold, though in the brief period before it did, Xin would make do, throwing one final, desperate, pleading glance at her captor's face before quickly closing her eyes and turning her head away. She bunched her hands into fists, gritted her teeth together, scrunched up her eyes tight, but as the new drug in her system started to come into effect, simply holding on, trying to endure, became impossible.

Eyes shut, she tried to blot it out. With her mind, she tried to put herself elsewhere, ignore what was happening to her body. However, as the punishment went on, the sensations being experienced would force themselves upon her, and time and time again she'd be dragged back to the present moment. It wasn't much, a little twist this way and that on her clit, but the intensity struck her like a spike through the skull. Her teeth and lips parted slightly. She was trying her best to control her breathing, but she couldn't stop herself from groaning and whimpering, quietly, weakly, a tiny mewling.

Spiked balls were rolling and scraping inside of her. Her toes as well as her fingers started to scratch and claw desperately. A soft, subtle, massaging squeeze hugged her ass and breasts, the warmth radiating out from where he was touching. Her head turned forward again, as the back of her head pressed hard against the back of the chair. She continued to squirm and shuffle endlessly and helplessly. Little cuts continued to slit her skin, a sudden shock of cold blasted her teats, a good, hard thrust up into her gorgeous, tight cunt...

"AHH!"

Her voice escaped briefly in this little squeak, which would have doubtlessly been all the louder, a moan, a roar of passion, were it not for the constriction. It's a single slip that costs her and, though other shocks and slaps to the system wrack her body, for the next few minutes she manages to keep it in. Squirming, wiggling in her restraints, she whimpers and mewls, groans softly, shaking her head from side to side. Her captor speaks, presenting her with her options, but before she can speak, her tormentor squeezes her once more.

For some time, she says nothing. Her hips writhe, bucking, rising and falling. After not very long, one begins to see a shaking, a shuddering that is effecting her whole body. It felt weird. The pain was giving her a sort of hollowed out nausea, but the pleasure was filling her whole body with a persistent, pleasurable tingle, causing every hair, inch of her skin, nerve and teat to stand on end. Both the good and the bad were overwhelming, more than she could take.

"Please..."

Her hips rise and remain steady off the chair. Eyes open very slightly, head pressed back, gaze up towards the ceiling. There was a steady warmth rising up from her pried apart knees, joining that radiating down from her cheeks, leaving her thighs entirely engulfed.

"It hurts... No more..."

But there was something else. The ongoing suffocation was making her head spin. She wasn't sure how much more she could take, between the lack of air and the constant torment. It felt like she was going to pass out, but also like something else, something she couldn't describe, an explosion, an eruption, something she'd never felt before... or had she? She couldn't remember. Either way, the whole ordeal, the whole experience, it was such a torment, such a hell, she couldn't even think straight, let alone think to a time ahead when this might be over. No hope, just an overpowering, sense of... of...

"Nnnghh... Please... Pleasure. I'll take pleasure, just let me breath."

What had started as a small trickle of moisture some time ago, had turned into a clear and bountiful overflow and, as the punishment continued, a sort of waterfall would have formed. Juices, sweet and delicious, with a slight, bloody taint began to pour over the edge of the chair and, as her helpless body shuddered and shook, whimpering, failing and dwindling, growing weaker every second, it would seem clear to anyone watching who had won this fight.

Had he been aware that there was this much fight left in her he would have sabotaged the life support minimizing the air and thus limiting the titanic resolve. Indeed he was caught off guard by her, not really surprised that the chair broke but not really paying it any mind.

If he were one of the solids that blow could have laid him out. In the end it was mostly absorbed though some slime did splatter off him to the floor and even on her. Each piece soon sliding back to rejoin Ortix who only secured her better, a grin upon his features once his face had reshaped itself after the vicious attack.

He retaliated with a wet slap to her cheek. Tendrils flowed out of him collecting the tools he had to shed in order to pass through her. Ortix reabsorbed them into his body while he watched and felt her struggles subside.

Many chose pleasure over pain. Some tried to hold out but they all caved in the end just as she did. It was no surprise seeing that he was very experienced at this sort of thing and had plenty of various cards to play.

When she finally gave in that constricting tendril eased up. Keeping a hold of her it at least no longer crushed her. Trying to escape meant little at this stage. He had showed her that there had been no limits to his patience when it came to getting what he wanted. Whether it took hours or days he would enjoy himself all the while as he carried out his desires.

She cost him a bit with the droids, older models were easy to replace though the hulk, even though not state of the art now, would take a bit to replace. Not to mention repairs to that room. He could dwell on all that later, a small price for his entertainment.

His body pushed an empty syringe from himself. He filled it with his own slime injecting her in several places with it. The slime already inside her underwent a transformation becoming smooth spheres that caressed her insides. The middle of the spheres were hollow allowing blood to pass through them as they moved. The spots that she had been injected at likewise had hollowed out spheres caressing her inside.

Even his thrusts eased up but that slimy cock did not cease turning as it pressed into her in circular motions and he pressed inside her despite the over flow of her juices. The slime spheres inside her would perish if he failed to return them to his body in time.

Before that happened where slime would goop up her veins and arteries he would direct it to the lacerations he made earlier letting the slime escape her body before it was too late.

Spiraling at the same time he pushed into that tightness he grunted. More slime filling that passage as his cock reshaped itself. It attained more girth while forming bumps along that length. The bumps in turn sprouted small tendrils that spun against the interior of that passage.

“See how much easier that is?” Even with drugs she was tough to handle but far from impossible. If he were one of the solids there would have been far more to worry about. Something told him that she would fight just as hard next time forgetting the lessons.

Whether that was to be applauded or seen as foolhardy was something he had not yet decided on. Some lessons, however, stuck. What would come of this he could not say with any certainty. He now patted the cheek he had slapped earlier. His fingers flowing down to her jaw where he took a firmer hold of her opening up her mouth.

Lethargically a tendril rose up to her lips after he fashioned one out of his body. There it swayed back and forth as a mesmerized snake did before a snake charmer. Then it inched forward pressing into her mouth, leaving that taste on her tongue as it pressed part way into her throat.

The tempo was slow matching that of his spinning cock. A hand coming to rest on one of her soft breasts squeezing it. A thumb playing with the nipple it encountered, tracing small circles over the warrior's peak. Before long his other hand began playing with the other. Hands pressing her cleavage against one another as he bent down tracking her neck with a slimy tongue.

“Better?”

A loud, deep gasp, like that of a swimmer emerging from a long dive, would escape the young, captive amazon as the restrictive tendrils wrapped around her body finally relented. Air rushed back into her lungs like water gushing into a sudden chasm, and with the sharp re-inflation of her body, a brief bout of coughing was all that would mark her short, fleeting recovery time. As a warrior, she was truly remarkable, needing little to no time to recuperate after having been brought so close, for so long, to the point of suffocation. However, by the time she had air back in her body, the damage had already been inflicted by her captor, and the poor giantess would have herself a new and very pressing obstacle with which to overcome if she wished to fight back.

With chemicals and various drugs running through her system, making her whole body hot, as if it had a fever, it wouldn't take much to leave her helpless. As the cock twisted and turned inside of her, Xin would shudder all over and, following the direction this way and that, her knees and hips would sway, pushing to the left as the swirling turned that way and to the right as it turned the other. In a desperate attempt to withstand what was happening to her, the sweet, captivated beauty once more closed her eyes and turned her head to one side, whimpering as she tried to hold on. However, in no time at all, the pleasure alone would prove too much and, when her panting breath grew too intense for her not to open her mouth and breath it deep with her mouth rather than her nose, the gateway would be opened and, facing forward, leaning back, her eyes opened slightly as she began to let out her moans and cries of exquisite passion.

"Oh... oh fuck..."

By the time his hand came to her cheek and his newest creation had reared up to claim her already gaping mouth, Xin would already be overwhelmed. Hips raised, her whole body intensely rigid, as straight as she could manage to make it, the smaller tendrils coming off of the main shaft inside her tight fitting, soaking wet pussy certainly seemed to be doing the trick, rubbing against her insides, up and down, finding every sweet spot and weak area where it felt unbelievably good. Nonetheless, whilst still panting and gasping, and quite visibly struggling to hold on, she would seem able to stop her relentless cries and boundless groans just long enough to stare at the new member, taking on its appearance and snake like movements with a terrified, transfixed stare. She seemed almost capable of resisting him, in this matter. However the ongoing pleasures and a persistent grip on her cheek would quickly see things resolved and, in no time at all, a sort of muffled gulp would arise as the slimy appendage slid its way in between her soft, luscious lips, sliding across her hot, wet tongue before making its way further back, towards her throat.

Of course, once the cock destined for her mouth and throat had made its move, and once other motions resumed elsewhere, teasing her swollen teats and massaging her buxom breast, before caressing the side of her neck with a tantalising tongue, the expression on Xing's face would become quite the sight. Eyelids fluttering, eyes rolling back, it would almost seem as if the addition of a tendril sliding into her mouth and throat was in some way enhancing the experience for her and, indeed, her body would seem to have some sort of associated training in this matter. As It began to move further in, some sort of physical memory would also seemingly come into affect and, leaning her head back, relaxing the muscles, the movements needed to take something all the way down her throat would seemingly come to her as naturally as any other motion.

A renewed, muffled squealing in response to the stimulation she was receiving arose, and as those cocks tunnelled slowly in and out of her holes, her body would only seem to tighten up all the more, squeezing the gift below all the harder. Hands would slowly rise and fall, weakly slapping the arm rest as the wrists strained against her restraints, but it didn't seem as if she had it in her to stop what was happening now. In fact, based on her base, instinctual reactions, and the expression on her face, it seemed quite possible that her mind, if not already gone, was quite quickly turning blank. All motions to 'resist' at this point seemed to be more the actions of someone unconsciously squirming in delight and, when her captor asked his pointed, rhetorical inquiry, the deep, lustful moans, reverbing down the length of his shaft, coming from her, seemed to be all the response she could give and, quite possibly, all the reply he needed. She was beaten.