A softer, human hand raised gently to the large, scaled one gripping her shoulder, trying to think of how to dissuade him from his stubborn determination to augment her. As he began to list off tasks, she initially relaxed a little. Mundane things like taking stock or moving cargo she could handle, she began to think. The list went on, however, and she was fairly sure she didn’t want to “look” anything on his arm. She could similarly imagine what he meant by entertaining guests, and even as hopeless and defeated as she was, she didn’t want any part of that.

“Ven, I’m not…” She started but was suddenly caught off guard as she was pulled up, causing her to lose her balance a little and stumble. As he spun her, she tried to catch herself, ending up leaning back over the table a bit as her spinning blonde hair gave way to a face full of shock. Was he…?

The crashing of dishes to the floor confirmed her fears as the alien’s intentions became crystal clear. “I… I am not some whore you can parade around or take advantage of!” She stammered out defiantly, though her voice wavered so badly she sounded more like she was pleading. Rather than strike out at him, she found herself pushing backward. A gentle shove from him sent her onto her back across the cleared table. Again instead of fighting back, she found herself trying to flee across the table instinctually, legs kicking and trying to push herself away even as he loomed over her…

“The whore of one or of many. It matters little to me, Agent.” He returned not caring if she rejected the idea or not. At the same time he made it clear that there were other organics here too, organics that she could have been made to please so right now she had been pitched a “good” idea or at least the best one she was going to get unless she remained stuck in that tiny cell indefinitely. By the sounds of it he or the crew would have her.

A cleaning droid came out into the room. Four arms extended out from it's cylindrical body that opened a compartment near it's body as it swept up the shattered plates, another arm vacuumed up the food and a third washed the floor. Try as she might Ven wasn't about to let her up pressing that metallic hand against her chest to pin her down. She kicked hitting his left leg to no effect but grimacing when she connected elsewhere.

Soon the droid stopped what it was doing, a pair of arms extending as it stood behind Ven taking an ankle in each and parting them so that they were no longer a danger. That was when she found Ven simultaneously unzipping the jump suit moving it down between those impressive mounds as he leaned down using his teeth to peel the fabric aside to expose her.

“You even smell like Vanessa now, minus the metallic scent but she required a lot of work. Injuries. I won't want you to suffer such, extensive injuries.”

His tongue tracked over a nipple biting on it softly and tugging it some. The zipper stopped just above her groin as far as it would zip down. Taking a moment his mouth worked over a breast while a scaly hand worked over the other. “Take it off, unless you want the garment destroyed.”

He would let her up so she could comply and take the thing off, well most of it as it would remain on her legs since the droid wasn't about to release her. That was assuming she obeyed and didn't try to fight back.

Catherine fumed in anger at his insinuation even while recoiling in terror, and shaking with a bit of both. The agent’s bare foot made a “PING!” as it impacted off Ven’s prosthetic leg, shooting a pain through her foot, though she managed to connect with his side as well, getting at least a bit of a reaction from the larger alien. The cleaning droid distracted her for a moment as it came out, for she fully expected it to be there to aid Ven in taking advantage of her, though as it began to clean she neglected to keep watch over it.

As such it was easy enough for the thing when it finally did decide to assist its master, to surprise the young woman, locking metal clamps around each of her ankles and then slowly, but forcefully spreading until just before it might start to hurt. At the same time, the Hel’Corian bore down on her, pulling down on her jumpsuit’s zipper and baring her cleavage and belly. Apparently wanting more, she felt her attacker draw the suit aside, pulling it off of her young breasts teeth… his hot breath washing across her soft skin as he did so.

Reaching down she fought with him, trying to push his far stronger limbs away. She shivered as he nibbled at her tit, her heavy mounds smashed together slightly by her own arms as she struggled, even causing the flesh to jiggle slightly in his maw. And then… he pulled back, again towers above her, at least to her frightened eyes.

She looked around in fear as he issued his cold command, obviously NOT wanting to cooperate with him. Even so… it seemed obvious he could just take what he wanted anyhow. “You…. You bastard… I hate you…” She stuttered, her lip trembling even as she slowly rolled her shoulder forward, pulling her arm out of the jumpsuit before repeating the process on the other side of her body. The clothing shucked back from her, her upper body naked before him for a moment before she covered her breasts with her hands as best she could.

“Hate is good,” he wasn't hearing anything new but she wisely complied seeing how hopeless it would be to resist. She did cover up her breasts but that wasn't what he was interested in now as easy as it would be to force her arms off them he realized he would get his ample fill in time.

Instead he drew the jumpsuit down her body and had to get a hand beneath her to lift her up some so he could draw them down over her ass. Without relaying orders the droid moved her legs closer together so he could get them half way down her thighs before spreading her legs again albeit not as far.

Ven sank down to his knees using his tongue against her. A scaled finger set over her clit flicking it back and forth while his tongue teased along her labia. Both finger and tongue were deliberately slow as if to draw this moment out for her. That tongue even made a few licks up her slit before working back to the entrance of her sex pressing inside her and partaking of her unique taste.

That tongue still moved laboriously inside her changing angles and approaches as he went on and calculating what had been more effective. It did not take long for him to evaluate what worked best, ranking his varied approaches from most successful to least then setting upon alternate patterns that provided the most success.

Not in any hurry he would build her up to that edge then back away only to build her up again never allowing her to climax as he remained busy with her. The cycle repeated again and again as he found what worked best to set her off, yet never allowing her to reach that state making it perfectly clear that he was toying with her now.

Catherine felt her small form scooped up in one hand as the jumpsuit was pulled down, nearly off of her completely save for the robotic assistant’s unwillingness to release her limbs. Upon reaching the lowest point it could, the robot again spread her legs, though this time it was severely limited by the bunched up outfit around her ankles. With eyes widened in horror, yet teeth bared like a cornered animal, the young agent managed to look quite feral.

This didn’t deter Ven in the slightest though, as he instantly buried his face between her thighs. Barely able to see him past the peaks of her chest, she started to lean upwards on the table only to gasp, catching herself as she fell back. That scaled finger had found her clit and she could feel the smooth but distinct ridges of each scale slide over her small nub. Soon it was joined by what must have been a long tongue, caressing up and down each side of her delicate sex. “Unnnnghh… stop, stop it damnit! Or just… rape me and get it over with… why are you… doing this?” she gasped, more infuriated that he was getting such a reaction out of her, than the fact that he was taking advantage (though that ranked fairly high as well).

Her smooth belly fluttered in and out as she felt the tongue flick in and along her walls, surely tasting the earliest of her juices starting to flow in response. Her fingers grabbed at the table as he pushed her further and further, a tightness gathering in body… and then he pulled back, not letting her have the release she thought was coming. “Damnit!... don’t… don’t just toy with me like this!” She cried out, eyes tearing up in frustration with her tormentor. Why couldn’t he just get himself off and leave her be? Why did he have to humiliate her like this? Again he descended and slowly brought her up towards a crescendo that never came. Her nails dug into the surface beneath her as she fought every urge to try to strike out at him. The girl’s breasts rose and fell rapidly as she was pushed more and more, breathing faster and harder…

“We don't always get what we want,” he grinned at her outburst then moved back in to torment her a bit more. Then more and more again as he toyed with her feasting on her body. It didn't seem like he was getting board either, quite the opposite.

This time when he pulled back he looked up at her but those mountains blocked his view. “Rather a toy then a battery. If you ask nicely maybe I'll give you release before returning you to that tiny cell for the time being.”

He went back to work teasing her further and halting again before beginning all over again. Th time there was no drugs, just his tongue. He was rather good at denying her too either well practiced or possessing some sort of sensor that calculated her arousal.

Ven had been waiting on her, either a response or an attack or her holding out as he wasn't going to keep doing this indefinitely. No longer than an hour.

He was quite aroused but this was far more arousing. He had a few things in mind yet and didn't need to rush them. However, Tinman would be back eventually so he wished to address this situation with her sooner, rather than later. He was already thinking ahead of the fun he was going to have with this one.

The young woman actually held out for a remarkable time against his torturous teasing. She knew what he wanted to hear, from her time being abused back on the ‘island’, but she was an agent now, she reminded herself. She couldn’t… wouldn’t give in, wouldn’t give him what he wanted. She repeated this to herself like a mantra every time he would go down on her, every time her body would tighten on the verge of release only to be denied that final push. Eventually, her demands turned to pleading. “P… please… just… finish it…” She finally asked quietly, but it didn’t seem to appease him.

The torment continued until her entire body practically ached with need. This wasn’t like the chemical induced lust that Tinman had forced on her… it was just his alien tongue, raking along her smooth walls… his scales bumping against her small, throbbing clit. Both of her nipples hurt from the combination of lust and lack of attention. Somehow, playing with herself seemed even worse than just letting him keep her on the verge like this.

After a good thirty minutes or more, she finally broke. “Please… please fuck me… I’m begging you… please just fuck me and let me coooooooome…” She groaned the last word out as his tongue flicked over her g-spot.

When she finally broke down his hands seized her hips, that tongue of his driving into her. This time there had been no pulling back or even stopping once he had tasted her juices not that he figured she'd mind being pushed beyond her climax as he sought out a second then third before drawing away.

The droid released it's hold on her legs allowing him to strip her fully. He wagged a finger at her, grinning as his metallic hand dropped to a breast squeezing it as his index finger played with her nipple.

“Not yet … but I won't leave you needy.” Naturally he would have loved fucking her then and there but that had not been in his plans. Taking her off of that table he lead her into that adjacent room holding on to her wrist and even holding tighter if she showed any reluctance even now.

There was a table here with stabs and an AI humanoid droid. The cleaning droid moved in behind her in the event that it would be needed again as she was strapped down to the table, legs spread apart before they too had been restrained. All three worked as one if she resisted and once she had been in place Ven began eating her out again as the two droids departed. The AI into another unknown room and the cleaner back to the other to finish it's duties.

A short while later the AI rolled out a machine that had a dildo attached to a long pole. Ven moved to her side this time playing with her breasts, sucking and squeezing even biting and tugging on her nipples a little as that dildo pressed up against her sex before the machine was turned on and the dildo began to push inside her, slowly inserting itself into her, the AI toggled a few switches and that pumping action escalated, then slowed and sped up again at random always keeping her guessing.

A metallic digit fell to her clit rubbing a cold finger against it as the AI joined in with her torment albeit temporarily. It would leave a short time later. Ven would stay longer even daring to take her lips at one point but not entering her mouth with his tongue but allowing her in the unlikely event to slip hers into his. After he would leave her there after hitting a few buttons on the machine kicking up that pace. He figured he would check back on her in an hour or two leaving her like that.

The young woman cried out in a shrill tone as he finally let her come, her body huffing as she felt that long tongue swirling inside of her and stroking her inner walls in a way no human tongue would be able to. Her toes curled in the air as the robot held her feet aloft. He continued the tongue-twisting within her even after her orgasm, pushing her along, ripping a second release from the girl. Apparently not satisfied even then, she felt it continue to push around inside of her, slipping over her g-spot and drawing more and more of her nectar to coat the length of his tongue. She began to twist and writhe, trying to get away weakly as she started to sweat but unable to get any coherent words out past her cacophony of cries.

Finally, it ended, and she collapsed on the table for a second while the robot let her occasionally twitching legs down. “Nnngh…” She started, whatever she had planned to say simply turning into a slightly frightened sounding moan. She couldn’t very well beg him to stop now, after she had begged him to… do that. Her mouth parted in a silent gasp as his metal hand wrapped around her large breast, the flesh squeezing between the fingers and out above and below his fist. She winced slightly before he started playing with her nipple and her body began to respond again. She wondered why she was still getting charged up by this… shouldn’t her body have had enough? Why was she like this?

She was half lead, half carried out of the room and into another, one which looked a bit like an operating theater. Even her addled mind connected those dots, thinking surely he must be planning to augment her somehow even though he had claimed to be waiting on that. “N… no… please don’t…” She begged, pushing him weakly but hardly even providing an annoyance to the Hel’Corian. She was thrust against one table and restrained, though before her legs were likewise fastened, they were spread far apart, baring her still damp sex to her tormentor. Quickly he bore down on her, taking advantage of her posture and again pressing his tongue to her young petals. The agent moaned softly above him, writhing as much as the restraints would allow and occasionally bucking against the table as he “worked” on her.

This time he didn’t push her quite to orgasm, and as he pulled back she thought perhaps he was finally relenting. The sound of wheels on the ship’s flooring told her that something else was amiss, though. Looking around, she managed to catch sight of the new machine as it was pushed past her before being aligned between her legs. “Oh… god, please… wait I… I can’t take much more… rrr… ahhhhh…. Oh god…” She pleaded, trailing off as it began to press into her and his mismatched hands again began to grope at her chest greedily, rolling the ample mounds and occasionally nipping or sucking on their prominent tips with that reptilian maw. Occasionally her back would arc, almost thrusting her chest out to him, though whether it was intentional or just her body jumping around under the machine was hard to tell. She chewed on her lip as the machine worked… somehow it was a more gentle lover than she’d found Tinman to be, and the reaction showed across the squirming girl's body. Though she didn’t press into his mouth as he kissed her, neither did she fight back at all. “Wuh… ah… oh… oh… wait… mmmm…” She managed as she realized he was leaving her with the machine, though her lusty voice didn’t seem to give him pause.

Time passed… a lot of time, she was sure. Time and time again it ripped an orgasm from her. She slowly started to build up a resistance but it was never quite enough and she could never quite come down. More and more her body glistened with her own sweat and juices. She eventually started to lose herself, her eyes almost rolling back as the machine fucked her with inhuman pace, her heaving body just trying to keep up…

“Oh, it's not what you think.” He grinned as she pleaded when she was strapped down. After having a little more fun with her he depart leaving her to her own relentless pleasure. That machine changed speeds but never stopped as it worked away at her core regardless of her actions to resist or how many orgasms she endured.

When it finally stopped it was embedded in her, Ven standing there. He had obviously asked her something awaiting an answer. The dildo inside her slowly pulled out of her as an AI droid wheeled the machine away.

One by one the straps had been undone as Ven slowly walked around the table, a finger skimming against her body all the while. “I'm not in the nature of repeating myself but I'll make an exception this time around. I asked if you want to be a battery or a toy? Think about it.”

He undid her final restraint before two Hel'Corians took her away. She had noted the lust in their eyes but they did not act on it cleaning her up and feeling her up in the process but not doing much else other than dressing her, pending how she answered, if she answered, would indicate how she was. If no answer came it was a new jumpsuit, black in color. If a battery then the jumpsuit she had been in and if a toy a pink dress with matching shoes and white thigh high stockings.

In each case the clothing fit quite well, they had her measurements now and could alter, manufacture or purchase what they needed, probably not the last since as far as she was aware they were still in space going to an unknown destination.

In any event she was brought to a larger cell, this one more a suite then a cell designed for very important prisoners. There was a bathroom adjacent with a shower in it, a small fridge stock with various foods and snacks, a bed, even a means of accessing music on a control panel from the ship's library.

All in all there had been far more here to work with then her prior cell if she had the training she might be capable of patching together something even shorting out the force field since there was no door here or even in the bathroom but someone looking into the cell wouldn't see her in there at any case but she was unable to barricade herself into the room making it difficult to retrieve her.

There was even a rack her set with various clothes, maybe a dozen that were customs or uniforms of some sort … a maid's outfit, something a bit more formal maybe a secretaries garb, a nurse's outfit, even a Shokushu school uniform that had to bring back memories even though it wasn't her own uniform. For starters it would fit better than her last.

Here she was left for the time being with better accommodations. At the panel that controlled music there was even a call button for a guard unsure if it would be a droid or an organic she didn't see one immediately outside her cell. There was probably a hidden camera somewhere, maybe even an audio recorder there was no way of telling but for now she had been left alone.

Cat’s world eventually became an uncoordinated mess of forced orgasms as she twitched and jerked on the slab, unable to get away from the machine… the only sounds left to her the steady tempo of the machine’s workings and the wet friction of the dildo sliding through her sex. She lost track of time… her eyes went into soft focus… and for a while, she just existed in this state. Later on, she’d hate herself for it. In the moment, thought escaped her.

There was another sound… the machine’s absence tried to kick her mind back on, though it was having trouble restarting. She registered the words as they were repeated to her and her eyes tried to focus but her mouth could only mutter incoherently in response. Whether or not Ven had any reaction at all, she couldn’t remember.

She was being carried… washed again. Groped at, her chest pinching slightly under greedy reptilian hands, but not Ven’s. They were less experienced and far hungrier than the apparent slaver, who was likely more used to having whatever sex slave they wished at any time. The shower passed quickly to the distorted sense of time she was dealing with, and she was being dragged between two beings again, her feet occasionally bouncing off the smooth floor when they would hit the lip of a new surface.

Her mind finally started to return after some time… how long, she couldn’t be sure. She found herself resting on a surprisingly nice bed… hardly a luxury hotel but actually about on par with her quarters back at the Directorate. The young woman also found herself once again dressed… initially thinking it to be the same jumpsuit, though this one seemed to fit her correctly without looking like it had been patched together in a few minutes. Finally, she discovered just how sore, all over, she was. She felt like she’d done a triathlon and been gangbanged in the scope of a few minutes. After getting to her feet, she stretched a little and began to wander around, playing with the musical controls until she found some classical human music (she’d yet to develop a taste for much alien music), and looking through the bathroom and clothing rack. An eyebrow raised at the Shokushu uniform… and her first thought was to destroy the garment, though she opted not to, not wishing to upset Ven over something so stupid. Above all, she tried not to think about the… experience… she’d undergone in his ‘care’, and just how much she wanted it again, how much she wondered what else he’d do to her. No, she needed to concentrate on getting out of here…

There had been a bit more tools at her disposal now if she could only put them together. There had been no guards that came to see her either as if she were a song bird in a cage, this one a lot prettier than the last. At one point a meal had been brought to her by a droid.

This model was not as sophisticated as one of the AI models but was a labor type programmed with enough information to do it's assigned task and answer questions in one or two fields. This one had been a chef or waiter knowing a good deal about foods.

While there had been plenty of snacks this had been an actual meal. She would find that it could bring her something more specific. The meal keeping Hel'Corian tastes in mind. Her snacks didn't consist of just meats, however. And while the droid had been present the force field remained down, If she could manage to deal with it escape from the cell was possible but the fact that the field had been down in the first place could mean that there was some other defense in place to keep her present.

Her tray had been collected later and it would be some time until a Hel'Corian came for her taking her back to medical. Again she received a shot to prepare her at some point while another had been given to her that actually dealt with some of her soreness and fatigue.

Scans had been done of her right arm and she got a sense that they had decided on her arm for a replacement. So far they did not do anything in that regard using drugs to make her more compatible when the time did come. Lead back to the cell she was in she was able to get a good sense of her current location.

She wasn't far from medical from where she was. There was a sealed door at the end of the hall from her cell that the Hel'Corian opened with a card and keying in a sequence. While she may not have seen the number she heard the pattern, three numbers, a sound that could be replicated in a few minutes at most if she had that card. Since the droid came to see her the droid had to have a means of bypassing the door as well, perhaps it just aloud the droid to access spots of the ship it was assigned to. In any case she learned why her cell wasn't locked while the droid was present, she still had a door to get through.

The guard returned her to her cell. He eyed her from head to toe then moved to the assortment of clothes thumbing through them but keeping his eyes on her. He was armed and didn't want to give her a chance to get his weapon. Then he stopped what he had been doing looking back at her.

“Find something else to wear. Ven will see you before the night is out.”

The time passed strangely in space, and Cat’s only relative means of tracking how many hours or days had passed were by how many meals she had been given. Time wasn’t really a concern beyond much of it remained until whatever modifications Ven had planned. That was what kept her working… mentally and physically. That threat was what kept her from simply giving in, wanting to be put back on that slab no matter how much she hated herself for it.

She began to show less and less resistance outwardly to any droids or guards that approached the cell. At first, she would try to get answers from the serving droid, but quickly figured out its limits, and soon stuck to only giving it requests in order to keep a healthy diet.

Her next experience with the medical room came with another live escort, and she watched this one carefully, though tried to appear subdued or otherwise compliant in the process. There was an escape plan coming together in her head, and with a healthy fear that her augmentation was drawing nearer, she was pushed to begin working on it again as soon as she returned to her cell. She needed to make some sort of weapon to incapacitate the guard and get that card… with that, she’d at least be able to explore the ship, and she was relatively sure that there would be some sort of ship or escape pods she could use to escape this place. She just had to hope that it all came together fast enough.

Nothing came together for her to act by the next time the guard appeared. The young blonde nodded at the order, going over towards the rack of clothing and sliding them along… trying to find something not utterly demeaning and having to settle on the secretary garb… an admittedly sharp red blazer and black miniskirt. She realized halfway through putting it on that the blazer was the ONLY top unless you counted the black, lacy underwear that the paired garments just barely covered. Calf-length black leather boots seemed to be placed along with it, so she began to zip them up whilst looking for some sort of undershirt that she could wear…

She did find a short sleeved top with three buttons. It displayed her cleavage making the blazer ideal in keeping it covered. The top probably didn't go with the attire leaving her mid riff exposed but one of the droids must have placed it in with the other clothes.

Dressed, Ven did not come to see her. Rather one of the organic guards came to her first, the same one she came to recolonize. “Better,” he appraised after looking her over, circling around her like a shark. The blazer may have covered too much for his tastes but he said nothing about it escorting her first to medical where a scan of her right arm was taken then to the room she had dined in before.

A meal had been set, this time there were more foods she recognized, the sort she had been ordering. Again at Ven's end of the table were assorted meat dishes. The guard left her there and there was a humanoid droid present that pulled out her seat for her and filled her glass before leaving.

The food had been set upon warmers and her plate had been empty allowing her to take whatever she had wanted. Ven took her in from his side of the room. “I see you've decided to use the wardrobe. Sit, eat.” He gestured.

“Tinman should be back tomorrow, two days at the latest. Now you must decide, toy or battery? Don't answer just yet, before returning to your room.”

The young agent slipped the top on quickly before buttoning up the blazer… it still hinted pretty strongly at her curves but at least she had something on beneath it, even if she couldn’t leave the jacket open.

The guard that came for her was the same one as before… the one she’d been planning to immobilize (or kill, if she had to). The time wasn’t right for that yet, unfortunately. She still needed to try to wire up a trap or create a weapon and they hadn’t given her quite enough time. Perhaps tonight when she was supposed to be sleeping she could work, she decided. Catherine rolled her eyes as she was circled, crossing her arms and waiting impatiently. Her blue eyes followed the Hel’corian as it circled her like a predator. She only responded with a little “hrmph” to its evaluation of her attire, before being lead to the same dining hall.

Somewhere a strange thought crossed her mind and she wondered first if the table had been well cleaned since she’d been taken on it. Then she found herself wondering how many others had met a similar fate. Before eyeing any of the food she locked eyes with Ven, and mentally steeled herself, blocking off that nagging in her body that begged her to just give in and let him do what he wanted with her. She liked her arm. She wanted to keep her arm.

With impeccable manners, and not before she was told to, she served herself and began eating a variety of the foods offered to her. “Which option lets me not end up a cyborg? Because I have to say, that’s going to factor heavily into my decision, Ven.” She retorts coldly.