“Yes, like that,” she cooed against the sensations. Her breathing did not change and had she been more aware she would have realized that she was not breathing at all. She drew in breath to speak words as she expelled it but she had no need for air. She pretended at times though and at others she forgot, little more than a doll given life and yet there were so many details that provided the facsimile of life such as the warmth and softness of her skin or the moisture in her tongue. Too all outward appearances she was alive though sophisticated scanners would have been able to detect the rouse and detailed medical examines.

She had blood circulated by an artificial heart. Her system used it to keep internal components lubricated and not to draw any attention when she was cut. It was all sophisticated really. If she wished she could cut off portions of herself from receiving the blood flow so she could exchange body parts with other components not that she had any at hand here.

But she was digging the feel of that large breast that pulsed with a warmth beneath her own. Her thumb circled that nipple while her fingers rubbed and squeezed the agent.

Memories had been no substitute to the real thing or the present and she was really getting into the present. She let Alex continue as she processed that touch and sensation. Both her nipples blossoming at the attention that she received. She had allowed the agent to continue well beyond what was thought necessary for her recovery having gotten a bit lost herself. But she did eventually draw her from that breast smiling as she looked into her features.

“You've earned that surprise now.”

Wasting only enough time to position her on her knees facing the wall the slave widened her stance on her knees a bit and placed her arms up so she was pressing them to the wall.

There was a delay as the remainder of her own clothes had been seen to then she came back reaching around to cup a breast and delicately tend to it while laying her lips against her shoulder. Brushing against and ass cheek with the other hand she gave her a playful swat there. Then she would feel it, the press of something both hard and warm against the opposite ass cheek then the one that had been struck.

“Where do you want this?” Her voice low and whispered as if telling her a secret.

"Ahh..." The nipple popped free of the agent's lips. She was guided to that smiling face. Her eyes glassed over, her mind becoming blank before the girl's power. Commands flooded into her brain and the agent quickly got into position, propped up against the wall with her rear sticking out towards the slave.

"Uhhhnnn..." Her breasts were sensitive and heated from all the stimulation given. Alexandra groaned as the slave continued to kiss and touch her in all the right places. The smack to her rear shocked her a bit but not as much as feeling the long thick phallus pressing up against her ass cheek. "W-What? H-How?" The shock was enough to break her out a bit. She tried to look back at the other woman. "What are you? What is going on? St-Stop it..." The agent briefly free of her trance began to struggle to push this strange being away from her.

“Don't worry about that,” if the other slave was stronger or in a better position than she didn't matter. The spike of fear may have broken that spell for a moment but she made the mistake of looking back and seeing that gaze and smile.

It didn't seem malicious but rather pleased that this was a bit of a surprise, that the agent had lost herself in the moment. Fingers squeezed into her breast a bit firmer though that gaze was commanding in a way, there was no need to relay any sorts of commands and the only ones she could really impart were sexual ones or those that involved the act in some way not that she needed the gaze for anything else for what else did she truly desire.

“I'll choose then,” the memories she had would tell her of any ass play in the past and her preferences there but that had not factored into her choice so much as the issue that the agent needed lubricant first so the tip of that member was guided between her thighs nestling against her entrance where it pulsated. She spent a brief moment altering the size, essentially her clit was retractable and able to alter it's shape a little.

Large cocks were the norm at least from the recent memories though she used a medium one to start with, that gave her the ability to add more later and she thought that the agent might enjoy a bit of a chance of pace.

Leaning in so that her chest pressed to her back the slave gave a bit of a push finding that whatever chemical agent had been used on her prior had tightened her up well. She cooed and pressed more inside her, that member honing in on the spot that her tongue played with.

The Rutog would be rougher no doubt but it would be a shame not to sample the agent at least once prior to that matter. The pleasure models were treated far better than the combat ones so the same drugs to maintain her would have been deemed a waste for such a short lived slave. Master didn't really care that he only got two maybe three fights from them, they were often the cheaper slaves that others were dying to get rid of and so they were cheaper.

The rhythm she began with was slow and steady. Her fingers captured a nipple rolling it back and forth. There was no problem with her being on the mark though if Alex struggled of shifted to much there would be occasions with plenty of near misses that only served to draw out her own pleasure. For now though she observed the agent as she pumped into her for once that eye contact was broken it would be easier for her to exert her will. Perhaps a change in position would serve better in that case but for now she waited to see if that was necessary given the experiences of the agent she took a calculated gamble in that she would give in quicker.

Alexandra struggled but those eyes drilled through her feeble defenses. She forgot what she was doing as she was told to not worry about it anymore. Her struggles lessened only for her body to arch when the android pushed right into her tight cunt.

"Auuugghh!" The cock was reasonably sized and seemed to strike right across the woman's g-spot. Her inner walls wrapped tightly around the invader, increasing the amount of friction as the being drew out only to thrust right back in. The tempo was set and Alexandra could not contain her moans of pleasure.

The gaze was broken but the agent could not think while those hips pumped away with machine like efficiency. Nails dragged against the wall as another thrust left her face with an ahegao expression. This cock felt so perfect, touching her most tender spot with each pass. Juices slurped around the member and drooled down Alexandra's trembling thighs. They had only just started and the agent was struggling to keep the mad fluttering in her belly at bay. Each thrust rocked her body forward, causing those giant jugs to jiggle and sway. "Ohhhnn... Ohhhnnn... W-Why?" she groaned, struggling to even speak between thrusts.

She was not fighting now and it was obvious that she was getting into this. For the moment her cock remained at the current size, it being enough and should she take her later she could make it bigger. But for now it did the job. Nor had she had to alter their positions and thus pressed into the agent guiding into her as if she had been doing this all her life and just knew where to strike for full effect.

“Why?” She repeated the question as she thought about it, was she speaking about the Rutog? Why she had been here? Though she quickly determined that this was the why,

A hand reached up to brush the back of her head and those red locks. “There are many whys. Because you are beautiful. Because I have never had you before. Because you need to be made to feel good. Because you may be useful to me.”

Each point had been marked with a deep thrust into her core. She held herself there, circled her hips spiraling around that point then pressing into her again after making the next point.

She felt good, her body called her back each time. “Or are you planning on staying here for the rest of your days?” Again it was rhetorical. Though she knew if she were broken she would become of little use Alicia did not mind having a bit of fun in exchange for assistance … not that they had agreed on anything it was just all in her head, an assumption that others enjoyed sex as much as she did and this one had, though often it was forced upon her. She had not really thought that others might be opposed to sex at all but life was about having fun, that was what lead to her creation after all.

Not expecting an answer to that question she sped up her thrusts, not caring that the agent was feeling the onsets of her release, in fact she was pushing her to it eagerly. She would allow the agent to cum before swapping positions giving her another small break, turning her away from that wall to face her as she stood, that clit extended out to a 7” cock throbbing and smeared with her juices.

No commands, she just looked again it was rather obvious and between licks, sucks or action with her hands the agent would be free to grant whatever questions she had thought of. And if there were none well she would give her a suitable rest but not as long as the last eager for her own release.

"Ahhhhhhhnnnnn!" Alexandra's cries of passion filled the room. She came hard around the long thick cock that was ravaging her insides. She was turned around, thighs still spread wide as the being continued to fuck her. Eyes locked, the agent's mind continued to be demolished as every thrust slammed against her g-spot and cervix.

All concept of time was lost on the agent. She did not know how long they went for or how many times she came. Drool left her foaming mouth as blank eyes fluttered behind half mast lids. Her breasts were pulsing with her rapid heartbeat. Juices soaked the floor as she sat on as the golem continued to rape her. Arms limp at her sides, Alexandra was exhausted but her body kept tightening around the invading member. When would the machine be satisfied?

Indeed she had fun with the agent thoroughly ravaging that tight body, delighting in those cries, delighting on pushing her to the edge and so very close to that braking point. When she did stop it was so the agent could taste herself of that love pole. There had been no questions so Alex was allowed to show her some of the skills first hand

Then she fucked her again on the floor, missionary, her eyes locked with the agent's own. She had felt the rush of warm cum filling her. The fucking continued though until she had blacked out. Perhaps even continuing while she had been out of it.

When she woke she still felt the afterglow of all that. Muscles had been as sore as the night after all those simians had her though rather then feeling all that painful taring this was more like the ache of muscles followed after the running of a marathon where she felt good for running it to the end despite the price her body would pay for it later

She had been cleaned up and dressed waking on a cot in a room she shared with two other slaves. Fortunately none of the taskmasters bothered with them and their duties were rather light. Movement on her part was stiffer and the others probably assumed that she spent time entertaining the Master before she was brought here.

The room wasn't enormous but it was clean and even had an adjoining bathroom and kitchenette. The bathroom didn't have a mirror but rather a dull sheet of metal had been set in it's place polished enough to serve as a crude one. The kitchenette was a bit of a service, they might not have a long while to live but they didn't have it so bad as slaves went, comparing it to the time she spent with the simians this had been a hotel, granted far from a great one but still.

The kitchenette was just for snacking too. They were fed apart from the other slaves but much better. The three of them and Alicia though Alicia was the only one in good spirits. The others had to know that their time had been short. Alicia had not been assigned that chamber either so it seemed that she was different, yet the same as she was the one that did all their training.

It was odd, there were no bars or chains. The only weapons she saw had been the practice ones but there were locks, the rooms were sealed when there was no need for them so they didn't wander about. Occasionally she saw one of the Rutog but it was always with a taskmaster.

“The first day had been further training and some light duties such as cleaning but it seemed that everyone knew what her role was and thus knew her fate. At the conclusion of the first day though one of her cellmates had been retrieved by a taskmaster. She did not return. The next night the other slave was taken and on the third she figured that it was her time.

She had thought that the taskmasters finally came for her though it was Alicia the trainer. For three days she had been trained though this and her first had been the only times where it was just her and Alicia.

“I have bought you some time, at least until they get a hold of other combat slaves but don't expect more than a day or two. You'll be the first up once they get others too. How are your piloting skills?” She assessed this then had been more concerned. “You recall what I told you about the Rutog and their vulnerability?”

She was rather out of it last time and would repeat the information. When other slaves arrived she could make a pitch to them too but she had already set her sights of Alex and she had been fun to play with There was no telling just how the others might respond or if they would have any piloting skills.

Alexandra's body eventually gave out. Her body came with the other woman as warm flooded her womb. Her mind was whitewashed as she blacked out, the sound of thrusting fading from hearing.

The agent groaned when she woke up the next day. She had her duties though it seemed she was with an isolated group of slaves that were to train for the upcoming battle. But, Alexandra could not help but be concerned about what the woman did to her last night. There was no sign of the slave though, leaving Alexandra to prepare alone for her supposed match. She was uncertain why the master decided to have her fight. Was she that unappealing?

Three days passed and the slave appeared once more. Alexandra's eyes narrowed as she was given orders and asked questions again. "I recall what you did to me..." she said evenly, "I am not your plaything. What are you and why did you do that to me? Stop ordering me around like you own me!"

The agent glared at the woman. She knew this slave was not all that she seemed. Alexandra was not going to let this one manipulate her if she had any say in all of this.

“No, I am not your Master.” Shaking her head slightly at that. “Not that you are unappealing but I have no desire to keep slaves. Should someone wish to stay with me for a time they are free to go whenever they grow bored or yearn for something new.”

It was tough to say the limits to that gaze but she was not feeling it now, there were no commands given. “But you have to admit it was fun … well even if you don't actually say so you know it to be true. I have need for you, and you have need of me so it is a mutual matter.

“I've told you before it does not matter what I am. I thought it would be fun at the start but have grown bored. I really didn't think it through, the lack of piloting skills just didn't occur to me until I got ready to leave.

“I'm ready now though. But with your skills I could get you in a position to use them. You can come come with me, make an effort to get out of this place but that is up to you whether or not to try. You might make it past the second fight but no one has past the third.

“You were purchased solely for entertainment, not in the sexual sense either. If you were you would be of no use to me. So do we have an arrangement? Your skills as a pilot for your freedom? I will have to get all the little things such as finding out where we are at, look into any sort of defenses and what not as I haven't done all the leg work yet but and need just a bit of time. Like it or not there is little choice open to you.”

There was always a choice she could choose not to do it but what would her chances be in getting out of this mess? It did occur to her that the gaze had to be limited in some fashion as she was not being compelled to just act but rather convinced. On top of that assuming that this was true about the piloting skills once they were away from here Alicia would be unable to determine where they were going or do much about it …

Though there was an element of risk too, Alicia seemed to be able to take control in a sense too, she didn't know all the limitations. Things were being spelled out for her plainly, Alicia simply accepted the decision whatever it was and would leave her alone in her cell.

She would find that even with her skills there was little that could be done with the refrigeration unit but with a little work some of the shelves could be removed. They were plastic and if set at an angle against the wall she could kick them and brake them forming a jagged edge or makeshift weapon. It was what was prevented with the removal of the mirror in the bathroom and the shelves were tough to remove but after further study could be removed. On her own there was no one watching her, no risk of another slave turning her in with the hopes of getting a better situation for themselves. The two before her had to know that they were on borrowed time.

The lock was a bit tougher though. It was electronic an had a panel to access it from the other side. But if she could cut a hole in the wall she could get at the wiring, perhaps short it out but things weren't easy for her. Her tools were limited unless she tried to steal a utensil when she went for a meal the only things she had to work with had been her cot, blankets and some jar lids … the jars themselves were plastic and there had been other containers holding some food but the containers were Styrofoam. Even the bottles of juices were in plastic containers. She had a day though before the big encounter assuming nothing else changed she would be taken from her to breakfast then taken for a few hours of training and other domestic work then returned her by late evening after taking another meal. The day after that may be the same or could pit her in combat against a Rutog. If it only took a day to get back here with slaves she could conclude that they were close to a world where getting slaves could be done, maybe even a planet where it was lawful so clearly closer to the fringe of the galaxy where the ADD didn't have the greatest influence. How long had she been with the simians? The Akiva were distant too more in an isolated region than a deserted or lawless one, close but since they did not deal with others directly until recently she couldn't be too far from the beaten path calculating how much time she spent with the simians before coming here in the first place but it didn't exclude too may places in the sector either.

Just like that, the slave brushed off the accusations and continued stating what she needed from Alexandra. The woman wanted a pilot in order to escape. That was getting ahead of themselves in the agent's opinion. They still had to get a hold of a ship first. With the brutes patrolling the halls, it was unlikely they could just sneak out and find an unmanned vessel.

"Fine, you have your pilot," Alexandra spat, "But unless you have a means of getting us on a ship, this does neither of us any good." Shards of plastic were not going to do anything to such large alien creatures. There was also the matter of the locked door. Her suit could short it out but she had to assume that was long gone by now. Plastic tools were not going to cut through anything much less punch a hole through a wall or metal panel. Alexandra did not see any options with such limited resources.

“Leave that to me.” She left Alex with a smile. She only needed a pilot it seemed and she got the impression that Alicia was more like a child playing a game that they got bored with and decided to do something else.

Her cell didn't really have much to offer. It was bigger then expected but a small benefit to those slaves that were destined to die. As if were she had not been undesirable just purchased for a rather specific role. There were plenty of pleasure slaves it seemed though the Master probably got bored of them after a time but those were the ones that were sold off she guessed.

But she was not given the opportunity to show that she was beyond what they purchased her for. Either they did not know or care or had just assumed that since she had low marks she was poorly behaved and could be bought at a bargain. Dispensable … the taskmasters had no interest in her and after her arrival her she had not seen the Master at all.

There was little to do but wait. She went through training as usual though and as luck had she had an extra day before the other slaves arrived. They were not as glum as the last not knowing what was in store for them. All had been affixed with slave collars and the same sort of skimpy clothes though they were a bit more talkative she had a fight to look forward too, yeah …

Master must not have been in the mood for entertainment that day or at least not interested in seeing a fight but early the next day one of the taskmasters came for her this time. He was unarmed but it was difficult to distinguish one taskmaster from the others except by the color of their robes.

He lead her away in silence just slightly ahead of her. At first she saw other slaves and taskmasters going to or coming from their latest assignment. But then she was lead away to corridors that had not shown signs of being trafficked by others. This place was big though. If she were going to have the opportunity to over power just one of them there was no better time for it but she still had less of an idea where she was and had a feeling that they had wanted her to try.

Assuming that she did not try something she found herself gradually descending down. The corridor sloped and she was brought into a room where she had even a better chance of doing something. The door was sealed as had been her cell but the taskmaster unlocked it using the control panel.

Inside had been an assortment of melee weapons. Daggers, swords, staffs, axes … from different worlds the variety was great. The taskmaster would make a sweeping gesture with an arm. “Take what you like.” He still remained unarmed yet did not seem concerned by it at all. Once she made her choice he would lead her to the place where she would do battle against the Rutog, the area just below the Master's room she would discover as she could see the grate well above her and several faces peering down. There was the large steel door she passed through, opposite her was another where the Rutog would enter from. The walls were brown hiding the stains of dried blood that had been on them though it was easier to see it on the floor where it existed.

She would not have to wait long before the portal opposite her began to rise slowly displaying her opponent and thus allowing her to take the initiative before it was even ready, not that she would have an enormous head start ...

'Leave that to me.' That was all the agent had to go with. The slave did not even tell her name. Alexandra's days were uneventful. Being used for entertainment did have at least one perk. She was not being ruthlessly fucked out of her mind. But, her lifespan was limited if she stayed here for too many matches. Unfortunately, nothing changed. She had no means to get out of her cell and she trained until the day finally came.

Still in her skimpy attire, Alexandra was led down into the small arena that was below the master's throne. The agent grabbed a sword as that had some reach and was perhaps the easiest to use against a Rutog. She started up at the alien owner who was watching her down in this pit. Sword gripped in her hand, the agent rushed for the still opening gate.

Her hope was to catch the creature off guard, thrusting her sword under the still opening gate and towards the creature that was inside. Any wound would help her chance of surviving this battle to the end. Unfortunately, running caused those breasts to sway, slowing her speed as she struggled with her own outfit trying to slip off and trip her up.

The Master had been watching her, for the second time she had served him. She had not tried to escape by overpowering the taskmaster as she had no clue as to what to do. It was like a tease though the slow reveal of the massive three toed legs or the Rutog. It's skin appeared green and leathery the sword did little as it sliced into that foot other than annoy the creature which howled from the other side of the opening door.

The weapon barely pierce the flesh and she could see fingers curl about the bottom of the door as it hoisted it up or at least tried. Even for it that door had been heavy though the added strain caused the servos to groan. In any case the door was up before long and she had seen those eyes.

At first she saw the rage within them. That dim intelligence behind them the thing blinked, confused though it had been easy to see that it was gazing at the full breast that had come free from her top, the outfit not conducive for movement and if there had been a different uniform for combat she was not given one.

She could hear the cheers from above but the Rutog just looked uncertain as to how to act as if it's drive to kill mixed with it's drive to fuck. But once she moved that effect had been dispelled. The thing rushed forward and she found that it was tough to pierce deeply.

It had tried to swat away the blade but was much too slow though the weapon had been impaled in it's torso instead just barely. It grabbed at her though, one large arm against a hip to hold her in place, the other grasped her breast squeezing. To it's large hand the tit just filled it.

It was topless but wore shorts. She could see the firm bulge with it's pants practically bursting t get out, well endowed had been an understatement though it was still wrapped up it yanked her forth. It was strong and there had been no hope in escaping that grasp. In fact it began to lift her off her feet with that single hand leaning forth to sweep it's tongue against her neck in a strong lick.

The bad was that it was holding her, the good had been that the sword had still been hanging there jut barely inserted into the lower torso. There was no mistaking the intentions now that it's sex drive won out and the agent could hear more cheers from above and exchanged words though she could distinguish any of them.

She expected some resistance but this was like hitting a solid wall. The blade bent, barely piercing the tough hide of the beast. The wound was barely anything, angering the beast and failing to slow him down.

"What?" She thought that slave told her to go for the chest. This was not working. Alexandra tried to draw away only for the Rutog charge at her. She stabbed into the charging beast, barely piercing the tough hide as his hand grabbed her waist. She felt like a doll as he easily lifted her up. The agent cried out as a large hand mashed her breast, squeezing hard while the beast began to taste her skin.

"Nngh!" She felt as if she could be crushed and broken in half with a mere squeeze of the monster's hand. Lifted effortlessly off the floor, she had no leverage to help put weight in her attacks. She tugged at the sword, trying to pull it free from the tight solid muscles that seemed to ward off her attacks. She tried to stab and slash as best as she could. The monster's large arm that was grabbing her breast block any attempts to go for the head or throat, leaving her with just the body to slash at from her higher held position.

It was like striking a big slab of leather. She could not even pierce the hide anymore while the beast continued to do as he pleased with her lovely body.

She stretched, he fingers reaching grazing the pommel of the sword a few times though she heard it grunt in irritation each time she failed to grasp the sword as it wiggled within it. There was little choice open to her except to keep trying though the thing continued on planning to take her right there as it extracted that bulge.

She swang, it growled letting go off her bottoms to ward off her ineffectual blows but it reacted more on instinct against attacks geared toward it's face.

Those strikes to the arm barely did anything but she kept it busy. To her relief it entered a quandary its sex drive triggered it wanted to fuck her but was being distracted from doing so. It was slow on the uptake though trying to ward off the blows rather than disarm her.

But it still held her, up until it let out an agonizing howl. That vulnerable spot was small but she nearly hit it the sword sinking in a fair bit deeper the skin in that particular spot not as thick..

It dropped her, staggered back and went into defensive mode protecting that spot at all costs. Bent sword or not she was able to battle the brute back though she wasn't able to strike a telling blow it was simply too busy protecting itself to strike back falling back towards the door it came out of.
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She could see that it was a cell and there was another door here opposite this one, a holding area before they were sent out to battle. She did not see much there weary hat it would launch a counter attack but she had hurt it.

Cheers were going up but they were silence soon enough.

“ENOUGH!” It was the voice of Master Had she stopped her advance the Rutog would have retreated into the cell to lick it's wounds. The door would only manage to come down part way before getting stuck.

Soon afterward though she was taken from the spot, the bent sword simply discarded there to be retrieved later since the door had to be fixed.

“Come with me,” the taskmaster said. Another in a red robe he escorted her away forcing her to adjust her top as they went time and time again since his pace had been swift. Leading her through the halls she got the distinct feeling of going back up now. Some of this look familiar then more so as they entered into the spots that had been trafficked more. In the end she had been brought into that chamber she had been in before. Master was there, he was scrutinizing her and none of the slaves had been within arm's reach.

Once there the taskmaster moved to the back of the room and departed. “I will not be denied my entertainment after so long. Approach slave,” he waited for her to comply. “Undress.” He gazed at her, a smirk on his features and his eyes on her breasts.