It had not torn away from her to check those readings but didn't interrupt either as it allowed her to finish. Clearly they knew about the smaller mechs. With any luck Dr. Andrews got whatever local authorities or military to deal with the droids. Even if this was a battleship, which she had no way of telling, that was an entire planet they had been dealing with. Her best guess was that they were going to swoop in and take whatever they were after before alerting anyone as to what they were after.

Chances were that a smaller craft was used to get to the planet or this was some sort of large freighter that could transport huge amounts of cargo. Whatever the logistics of this place what she revealed was fitting, it kept the massive mech concealed and if her readings were being recorded then it wasn't likely to register as deceitful.

YOU ARE AN ENGINEER?

It questioned after processing the information. COULD THE MECHS BE OUTFITTED WITH MILITARY APPLICATIONS?

It looked as if it were trying to associate why an ADD agent would be used to analyze such things. Oddly it moved to a small series of questions as far as her qualifications and other education aside from Shokushu. To get here, if she were from Earth there was a high probability she had come from Shokushu so she realized that it was playing the odds.

While restrained the machine did not seem menacing, but at the same time it was collecting information much of which would be hard to connect or deem as important overall.

It noted her answers and even had follow up questions for her if she did answer. Outside of the restraints and situation it almost felt civil.

Eventually it moved to one of the computers and checked something. It paused for a bit, lacking knowledge on something it seemed to do a bit of digging in order to collect enough facts on the matter. When it returned to her side it swept its blinking gaze over her slowly then settled back on her features.

IT IS UNCLEAR TO ME HOW TO INTERPRIT THESE RECOMMENDATIONS, THERE ARE SEVERAL POSSIBILITIES INDICATING THAT A FINAL DECISION HAS NOT BEEN REACHED.

The young agent nodded to the first question. “Yes… I have an engineering background…” She said softly, wondering what this thing… or more accurately its master… even wanted the mechs for. The black market seemed like the most likely answer, though even then they would require a great deal of work before they were reliably functional.

“Ah… yes, they could be used in a military fashion, and likely were originally designed for that… but…” She stammered, pulling on her wrists… feeling so vulnerable even though she had at least been given a robe this time. “…but their military applications are… questionable at this point? I was hoping to look at their energy sources and defensive capabilities…” She admitted.

She answered the rest of the questions truthfully, not seeing the harm in it, though she obviously didn’t like talking about her time at Shokushu, and gave brief answers to those inquiries whenever asked. The questioning went on for a while but she didn’t mind… it was better than being assaulted and molested, after all.

When it made its final statement though, she didn’t understand what it was getting at. “Ah… clarify and extrapolate last statement please.” She attempted, more used to speaking to machines anyways.

It was activated on Shokushu, modified for the collection of specimens whatever that meant. It had to be after her time there or she had never run across it. Stealth didn't seem too likely for it, the vibrations through the floor from it moving alone and its size was testimony to that. But it had offered up little information, unusual that it had given even that small bit but that was indicative that it did not follow a programmed response, at least for the time being.

It seemed not to be too concerned about her experiences at the school as far as her encounters went but focused more on her education. It was somewhat interested in the mechs, asking about their defensive capabilities and power sources. It slowed down here, comprehending mechanical science had not been in it's programming but it followed along well enough.

When it noted that she was squirming a bit it examined the restraints that held her and offered to undo them, provided of course she did not attempt to flee. It had already displayed that it was stronger then her, perhaps subconsciously telling her that the restraints were unnecessary and would not matter if she did try anything.

Confidence? Did it underestimate irrational behavior or didn't consider that at all as an issue?

When asked to elaborate on the implants it paused for a second collecting all the relevant information then displaying it in a means that she would understand. It had not been concise though, doing just as she instructed, clarifying.

THERE SEEMS TO BE A LOT SURROUNDING THE REPLACEMENT OF YOUR RIGHT EYE WITH A CYBERNETIC REPLACEMENT CAPABLE OF RECORDING. TO DO SO WOULD INDICATE THAT YOUR VALUE WOULD PLUMMET AS A SLAVE AND THEREFORE WOULD NOT BE SOLD. THE IMPLANT DOES NOT SEEM TO BE ONE THAT WOULD APPEAR SEAMLESS LIKE A GLASS EYE …

IT INFERS THAT YOUR STATUS HERE WOULD BE PERMANENT. BUT THE OPTION REMAINS OF LATER CHANGING OUT THE EYE FOR ONE THAT APPEARS MORE ORGANIC IN THE FUTURE TO INCREASE SALES. OTHER IMPLANTS HAVE BEEN LISTED AS WELL OF A TEMPORARY NATURE AS IF YOU HAVE NOT MET WITH SUCH PERMANENT STATUS. IT IS UNCLEAR AS TO THE PLANS THAT MASTER VEN HAS IN STORE FOR YOU.

It left her wondering as far as what would happen. It just did not know for sure and all the information seemed to be conflicting almost as if all the immediate possibilities had been listed and nothing had been decided on yet. In any event it had not seemed likely that they were going to operate now despite her attire.

The young agent took the offer to at least get out of her bindings. If nothing else at all, not being strapped down to something was nice for a change. And maybe an opportunity would present itself for her to escape.

As it explained the options being considered for her “improvement” she gnawed at her jaw and started actively trying to think up some plans for getting out of here… it seemed unlikely anyone would find her at this rate, and she wasn’t going to be some cyborg if she had anything to say about it.

She seemed to consider for a bit, before speaking up again. “Ah… not sure what to call you. State designation please… also are you an AI? You offered to unbind me… which seems to show you’re capable of some degree of reasoning. Or maybe I’m just reading too much into things…” She said, trying to work out a plan of some sort.

MY DESIGNATION IS 2179. I AM REFERED TO AS TINMAN. BUT IT IS UNCLEAR WHAT THAT MEANS, I AM NOT ORGANIC NOR MADE OF TIN. I AM AN AI CREATED FOR AUTONOMOUS USE IN WARFARE. I HAVE BEEN REASSIGNED BY MY CREATOR IN COLLECTING SPECIMENS ON SHOKUSHU PRIOR TO WORKING WITH VEN AS INSTRUCTED BY MASTER BALNAB WHERE SUCH DOES NOT CONFLICT WITH HARDWIRED COMMANDS.

It did not seem to be under any sort of restriction to hold back such general information. As an AI it could have refrained from answering anything it had deemed as unnecessary. Tinman checked her status moving to one of the computers where it gazed at standard readings then returned to her. It's chest plate opened and she could see all the reels that had reracted tendrils. There had been all manners of tools and devices stored within she noticed and a large portion of the torso had been empty, other than this compartment.

One of the tendrils moved out of it's chest complete with a syringe. It had not drawn any closer to her at present.

THIS SERUM WILL RELIEVE MUSCLE STRAIN AND WORK TO REDUCE SOME OF THE ELEVATED LEVELS IN YOUR BLOOD FROM THE EXCESSIVE USE OF THE APHRODISIAC. IT WILL ASSIST IN KEEPING YOU CLEAR HEADED AS WELL IF FURTHER APHRODISIAC IS USED BUT WILL NOT PREVENT ANY OTHER EFFECTS OF THAT DRUG.

Kenzie assessed the robot as it answered, deciding that it was, indeed, just a robot, albeit a sophisticated one. “Hrm… not an AI. You’re well made though, to respond so easily to a multitude of tasks.” She admitted, not liking his allusion to capturing students on shokushu. “Hrmph. Guess we never crossed paths… I feel like I would remember you. On the other hand… there’s a lot of nights I can’t account for.” She admits, frowning.

“By the way, Tinman is an allusion to a human story about a man mad out of metal. He…” She laughs dryly. “… didn’t have a heart. Guess it fits.” She says, watching as its chest opened and presented yet another syringe, though not before she saw the gaggle of tools it could have used on her… and likely had used on some poor girls at the academy. In a way she felt sorry for the robot… it wasn’t choosing to act as it did. But on the other hand, she didn’t want this thing returning to the campus.

“Well… you haven’t lied to me so far. And I don’t really enjoy being a pincushion but… go ahead.” She admitted in her small voice, rolling up the sleeve of her gown and holding out her arm.

I AM SELF AWARE AND CAPABLE OF FOLLOWING OR IGNORING COMMANDS OTHER THAN THOSE ISSUED BY DOCTOR BALNAB.

It had some freedom but the core of it's program kept in as a thrall. There was no interest it seemed in breaking free of such a state it seemed. It was something that had been hardwired into it and thus it never questioned things or wanted to be completely free willed.

Noting the reference to it's name sake it processed what she said. Seeing that she had gone through Shokushu it had assumed that the story originated from Earth and that gave it a starting point as to what to search for later.

LYING IS NOT EFFICIENT.

The truth had a habit of coming out and it often had the capability to do what it wished. It was still capable of lying but did not as a norm. If ordered to by Balnab it would. While it had been left to obey Ven it was more open to interpret things in it's own way. Most times it would do as instructed yet there were a few issues that could conflict with it's programming.

Injecting her she felt a warmth rushing up her arm for a few seconds. If there were any lingering effects of aphrodisiac she would have been focused enough at least, perhaps even capable of enduring the effects longer. Soon after the chassis closed back up the doors opened and in came three droids.

Two were security models and the other another red humanoid AI. There was a brief pause, the AI looked towards he then at Tinman and at her again. If it were organic she got the sense that the AI may have had a few things to say about this seeing that she wasn't even restrained and had clothes now. The AI must have felt that it would have just been a waste of time addressing such things.

MASTER VEN WILL SEE YOU NOW. COME WITH US. It paused, looked to Tinman. RESTRAIN HER.

But Tinman did not move forcing the AI to draw near to do so itself as it took up a pair of restraints from a nearby table, the ones she was probably brought here in.

The young woman drew in a quick breath as she was injected again, her chest filling out the gown. At least it seemed that, again Tinman was telling the truth. The pain of the day slowly faded away, and even her out of control libido seemed to calm. “Finally…” She uttered softly.

By the same token, she was a bit weak as the relaxant spread through her body. As tinman stated its primary orders, she realized that she might be able to manipulate the machine into helping her… though as the other mechanical servants entered and advanced on her (clearly not pleased by Tinman’s deference, or not trusting of its ability to restrain her if needed), she couldn’t think of something fast enough. Perhaps another opportunity would present itself, she sighed, letting the robots do whatever they needed to restrain her for the time being. She wasn’t in a state to fight back, didn’t have an escape plan, and wasn’t sure she could coerce Tinman yet. But at least she had an idea now.

“Coming with us Tinman?” She asked. “It’s a shame I don’t have a chance to see your system diagnostics. This Dr. Balnab seems to have done a good job… wonder if I could improve anything…” She mused idly.

Tinman analyzed her words and the situation. THE PROBABILITY IS HIGH THAT YOU WILL NOT HAVE THE TIME UNTIL VEN FINISHES WITH YOU. PERHAPS AFTERWARD.

She had been lead away in restraints. The AI had been silent and while there were few cyborg Hel'Corian that regarded her she did not find their stares as intense as they were when she was nude.

Brought to a large living room she saw a large holo viewer on a wall, on the opposite was a computer and there was a couch here as well. A bar at the back and an opening that lead into a kitchenette. There were other doors here lead into other rooms and it seemed that the place was an apartment rather than a room on a space ship.

At a silent command her restraints had been removed and the droids left the two. She would here a beep indicating that the door had been sealed so if she had been able to deal with Ven she wouldn't be able to go far. At the same time back up would be delayed, either Ven locked it or it locked from the outside.

She was appraised again, Ven observing her attire making it clear that he had not been the one to issue it to her but he dismissed it out of hand.

“Now, and I want you to think good and hard on this, you can unwind and have some fun or you can record more footage for me.” His hand fell upon a breast squeezing it for emphasis just as the holo came on as if he used the remote. The scene that played had been the recording she had been forced to make as the machine tormented her from earlier.

“So what will it be?”

Kenzie marched through the halls, her arms once again restrained behind her, though at least she was clothed this time. The stares, though still occurring, were less interested now. They’d seen her in less clothing before, it seemed, and weren’t interested in a hospital patient.

She wasn’t entirely taken aback by the living quarters… most criminals, warlords, or general spacers had some sort of private quarters to try and make the idea of living on a space vessel more like their “home”, though she was a little surprised at how normal this one was. Usually there were lavish trophies (sometimes living trophies), and ostentatious decorum.

“Depends on what your idea of fun is… I’m… I’m not going to humiliate myself for you, if that’s what you’re asking…” She said, a little timid, though she was beginning to grow dulled to the terror of the situation, or at least starting to hide it better.

“Such as that?” He inclined his head toward the holo, grinning but not looking back at the image of the machine drilling into her. He had formulated a few ideas, no one to really care about the opinions of agents. What he had in mind had been tamer, at least for now.

He had reasoned that she had been clothed by either one of the Hel'Corians or Tinman as his droids would not have done so. Perhaps an AI if she complained about the cold. It had not mattered who the culprit had been. It allowed for his tiny claws to get a grip of the fabric of the gown taring it away sharply so a piece over he breast had been torn away exposing that breast.

At once he made contact with the orb, his thumb rolling over the nipple while he squeezed the sizable asset with his scaly hand. “Resist at your own peril.” Another grin as he had been maneuvering her in the direction of the lounge, his back still to the screen so that she could see it easier. It had felt like the machines had only been getting her ready for now or maybe a small sample of what would happen if she denied him. No doubt it could be worse for her. There had been little doubt that he was daring her in some fashion.

Before the lounge now he halted. “Now, remove this.”

The young woman looked away after a moment of gazing upon the video. “You’re… you’re sick, you know that? Of course you do…” She started, though just sighed, giving up the fight before it had begun.

She jumped slightly and gasped as he ripped the cloth free from over her chest, tearing a hole large enough for one of her sizeable breasts to easily be exposed… which he took advantage of quickly, groping the enslaved agent’s fleshy orb and getting a whine of protest from her.

Despite that, she heeded his advice and didn’t fight back… not that resistance was a valid option anyhow. She had no idea how to get off the ship, or where the ship was if she did. Or if she was even ON a ship (though she assumed as much by the architecture she’d seen).

“J… just go easy, ok?” She whimpered softly, rolling her shoulders so that the tattered gown fell to the floor, leaving her once more exposed to his eyes.

He grinned, of course he knew and she had answered her own question. Having once been arrested by agents he delighted in having one in such a situation. If she had still been under the affects of the aphrodisiac she seemed to be hiding such well. Hearing the whine as he played with her breast she did not fight him, it made him wonder as to the state of any drugs as if she may have wanted this but gave the appearance of resistance.

Naked now, he pushed her upon the lounge so she was seated. But since she did not fight him he did not hurt her. Not that he felt the need to comply. He just thought it was more worthwhile having her watch the holo as he dropped to his knees, scaly hands dropped to her legs opening them.

She could turn her head to keep from watching the display but she could not block her ears and thus the volume was turned up with but a thought. Her cries filled the room as that machine went to work on her.

“Eyes forward,” one hand went to her clit rubbing it with his pointer finger as it flowed around her in little circles. Hos head dipped forward, his tongue swishing against her labia, over the slit, eyes flicked up to check if her gaze remained on the screen. But he was unable to tell really given the size of her breasts and the fact that they were in the way.

They looked so tempting though, he reached up taking a breast in his hand, squeezing it as his thumb rolled against her nipple at the same time that his tongue slid inside her. Surprisingly he had been slow and methodical about this, even as he grasped her breast he had not used too much force it his squeezes and used more gentleness than she may have considered possible.