As planned

Blue Bitch sang out her orgasm. The strap-on she is fucking Kitten with detected her spasms and discharged its entire load of sperm. The device is designed to store enough cum to simulate three male orgasms, but the greedy cumslut always has it set to completely empty itself. Kitten's pussy quickly overflowed with the dildo's stored goo.

The submissive dominatrix is still wearing most of her previous outfit but is missing her thong.

The frame of poles that her nude victim is strapped to leans against the wall at a 45° angle. It's upside-down-Y structure forces the augmented human's legs wide. With her arms tied above her head the only part of her body not secured was her tail. Artificial cat ears poked from her bob of wavy red hair and displayed her annoyance.

Blue Bitch stopped her thrusting, bent down, and sucked a mouthful of the cum dripping from her victim's pussy. She straightened up, savoring the taste, before re-inserting the toy and slowly fucking the bound **** again. The now dominate Oo'lick let some of her delicious mouthful drip onto Kitten who quickly closed her mouth. In response Blue Bitch shook her head and waved her finger in a 'naughty, naughty' motion. Then she sent electric shocks through the strap-on and twisted disobedient ****'s nipple with one hand. When Kitten inevitably screamed, Blue Bitch deftly grabbed her tongue; she held it and and let her mouthful of stringy jism drip onto the helpless tongue. Kitten glared, wanting to retract her tongue and close her mouth, but she was helpless to stop the stream of pungent cum.

Blue Bitch continued her domination. She doesn't have your cruelty but has a certain empathy that allows her to understand exactly what her victim would love or hate. She puts on a very enjoyable show. You sit in a comfortable chair naked except for your boots. Melodia is between your spread legs working her magic. Aside from being a tongue for you to fuck, Melodia has served as Kitten's whipping girl. As usual, Mr. Salmoe had requested that you not be too rough with his ****, but viciously flogging Melodia's tits had proved both effective and satisfying. A hood had been added to Melodia's bondage, covering her face from her nose up, so Kitten wouldn't see the painsluts eyes light up at the prospect of a cruel whipping. Melodia's new owner has really brought out her masochistic side.

She is licking your clit with delicate persistence. You wrap your legs around her body, digging your stiletto heels into her back and **** her head deeper with your hand, signally that you want to cum. She gets the message; her licking and sucking intensifies. In seconds you fill her mouth with your juices. You relax, closing your eyes and enjoying the slow lapping that seems to synchronize with the last tingles of orgasm.

Turning your attention back to Blue Bitch, you see that she is using the numerous vibrators at her disposal to **** Kitten to have her own orgasm. The blue skinned beauty gives you a perfect view of her ass as she slurps up a mouthful of cum from the floor. Just as Kitten goes over the blissful edge and makes an adorable 'O-face' her tormentor pours the floor-cum into her open mouth. Blue Bitch dips her head closer and closer, so that she ends the cum-swap with a tongue tangling kiss.

Blue Bitch maintained the deep kiss, using her tongue to **** the last drops of cum down her prey's throat. When she finally breaks the kiss Kitten is left gasping. Tussling the ravished woman's hair, Blue Bitch asks "now will you be the loving and supportive **** your master deserves? Will you willingly bathe and service him?"

Kitten answered as she caught her breath "yes." A twinkle of defiance made its way into her defeated look. "But you have to promise not to punish your **** anymore for today. She's suffered enough."

You look down at the hooded face happily pleasuring your pussy. You could teach the kitten a lesson in unconditional obedience, making her watch Melodia ride an electrified horse. However, Mr. Salmoe likes his pets seasoned with a hint of rebellion, and you like visiting every so often to prune that rebellion. "Very well," you finally say, "I will not punish her anymore today, unless she tries to run away."

The hint of defiance turns to smug satisfaction as Blue Bitch unties the sweating ****. You leave the rebellious tart to clean up the mess made by your hour of fun and walk into the street. Five steps from the doorway you remove Melodia's hood. She gives a quick glance left and right before bolting. You give her a sporting head start.

A little after lunch, you stroll into one of the Terrador's many repair bays. Melodia's butt-plug randomly alternating between shocking and vibrating, the tail end of her punishment.

There are multiple square Brut0X silhouettes filling the large bay, but you quickly find yours standing next to a slender, slightly toned female technician. She wears the standard sleeveless coveralls and gloves but isn't quite covered in grime and grease. She probable cleaned herself up for your arrival.

Brute Co. didn't carve out their massive market share by producing the most durable or most powerful robots--though they weren't half bad in either category. Their real strong suit was producing modular robots; robots that could be perfectly customized for every task. Your own Brut0X unit had multiple appendages designed to capture and subdue a target. It had been heavily damaged in a recent job but now looked to be in mint condition. As you get closer, you point to your robot and address the mechanic "he looks good."

She smiles and in a husky voice agrees "yes, all systems go."

You brush your hand over him checking for irregularities. There are none, but you still ask "Did you test him?"

"O' course. We ran every system through a bunch of diagnostics."

"Yes," you say, now running your fingers over the ridges of his dildo. A dildo that looks large even against the eight foot, barrel chested, metal body. "But have you physically tried it out."

"No," she finally catches your meaning. "Using one of your 'bots in such a way would be highly unprofessional."

"Rather an oversight. I want absolute certainty when I am working on a job." You idly pick up his portable command station.

She begins to back away slowly. "I would be happy to monitor its systems while it's used on one of your slaves," she suggest nervousness creeping into her voice. When your predatory expression doesn't change, she adds "or I could rent a new **** for you, no charge."

"I would rather something that tries to put up a fight." Your robot straightens up, indicting that he is fully online. Its two powerful arms and multiple utility appendages come to life. Proving that she is always willing to take the initiative to please a client, the young mechanic runs.

You smile, and use the command panel to tell the hulking metal beast she is a target to capture. The shoulder mounted dart gun instantly shoots her leg. She stumbles to the ground. Her leg will be numb for the next twenty seconds, plenty of time for your robot to close the distance. Following your commands, his left hand--the one with fingers--tears open the front of her coveralls to her crotch. His right hand--more claw like--wraps around both of her wrists and lifts her up. She grunts and kicks as she is lifted off the ground by her arms. Taking pity on her you send the other hand to cup her partially exposed ass. Dutifully your robot carries back the prize.

"Please, please be careful boss. One of the fingers is *gasp* its going up my ass" she pleads.

"I know" you inform her. "Are you sure you properly repaired the automatic lubricating system?"

The intruding finger slips in with relative ease; the mechanic is more than just a pretty face. She is lifted up and slowly lowered onto the ribbed phallus.

"Please boss, its too big. Maybe I cou--" the industrial vibrator turns on and she starts screaming. The entire bay can hear her pleasure, maybe the adjacent bays as well. Once in a while you think she tries to say "please," or "oh my god," but it is completely unintelligible. Now awake her legs kick wildly bouncing harmlessly off the heavy armor. The particular type of lubricant you are using stimulates human's hot and cold sensory cells simultaneously. Her pussy and anus must be filled with tingling warm/cool sensations. Using the arms gripping your victim, you side the mechanic up and down, making sure her exposed nipples constantly brush against the vibrating robotic torso. Each time she is lowered on the fake cock it goes a little deeper.

The pleasurable sensations overwhelm her. She is already screaming at the top of her lungs, but your biological read outs tell you she's having an orgasm. "A new record" you tell Blue Bitch, showing her the time.

Your sexy assistant has her one hand down her thong vigorously touching herself. Beside her, Melodia has her thighs tightly pressed together; she would probably be rubbing her pussy on the dirty floor if you she had permission to masturbate.

A second dart shoots into her; this one injects an aphrodisiac. A mini-arm tipped with scissors cuts her torn coveralls away. Another mini-arm, this one equipped with a common sport paddle, starts slapping her bare ass. She starts to lose her voice, but still lets out some surprisingly high pitched squeals compared to her normal gruff tone. She cums again within thirty seconds.

When you are finished testing the wide variety of tools and toys, you let the mess of a mechanic down. She lays there, eyes wide and empty. All eyes in the bay are on her, some with concern. To calm them, you say "don't worry. Aside from a horse voice, she'll be fine in a few minutes." You confirm with the bio-readings "just let her rest." Drool leaks out of her mouth. A puddle of lubricants, natural and artificial forms by her bare crotch. Speaking to your sexy blue assistant you add "be sure she gets an exceptionally generous tip."

Real time interstellar communication is expensive, and even when money is no object there are still a few problems that can't be fixed. The one that is currently annoying you: there is always an indeterminate amount of time setting up the connection. The progress bar estimates another ten minutes, but you learned long ago not to trust it.

It is trying to connect with the fleet occupying Gary III, a former Ruby Mercenaries supply base. Taking the base had revealed they rented out a large space to Dr. Krizack. You hired and sent a promising young slicer to see what she could get from the data files.

You stand up from your desk looking for something to amuse yourself. Blue Bitch, now dressed in a tuxedo-style teddy, is busy with the boring duties that come form being your assistant. She would happily stop reading dossiers to do whatever depraved act you asked, but you want her to finish. Somebody has to do the dull jobs. She'll have to be content sucking on the semen spurting dildo you crammed into her mouth.

You exit onto your balcony to do some people watching. In particular, watching people use Melodia. She is outside in the street with her hands and head in a pillory and her legs **** apart by a spreader bar. Her current abuser is a particularly mean looking Gavleth. Mean enough to have her all to himself. She doesn't seem to mind having only one cock for the time being. The tip is in her mouth, and she is sucking and bobbing her head as much as the pillory will allow. One pair of his hands is kneading her tits, the other manhandling her ass.

Not much has changed by the time you hear the familiar chime indicating that a connection is been successfully established. The Gavleth has stepped forward so he can pound the entire length of his impressive shaft into Melodia's throat. A pair of his hands are still mauling her tits, but the second pair is now trying to get as many fingers as possible into her lower fuck holes. You have a hard time tearing yourself away from the brutal sight.

However, you do make it back to the interstellar view screen just it time to catch the your tech's reaction to the surprise video call. She lets out a startled sound and quickly covers her scantly clad body.

She had probably recently woken up (it's the morning shift there) or had picked the outfit for lounging in the privacy of her room. The startled slicer wore a blue and white t-shirt, stretched tight over her perky tits, and simple red panties. She did her best to display a tough girl attitude; she has an undercut hairstyle. A snake tattoo is visible slithering up her right shoulder and neck. But it's all undermined by her petite frame and gentle face. Regardless, she has nothing to fear; she may not be your **** but everyone on the little orbit platform knows who she belongs to, and they know better than to play with your toys without permission.

"Ma'am, what a pleasant surprise" she lies, trying to cover herself more casually. "I hope the connection didn't take too long to establish." her concern is genuine. You have a habit of punishing your operatives if the interstellar connection makes you wait too long.

She fidgets under the glare of your poker face before nervously adding "I trust you received my report."

You open your mouth but let her burn in silence another second before speaking. "Look..." Jamie? Jace? Fuck! You've gotten really bad at remembering names since Blue Bitch became your assistant "... Small Tits, I don't know if I received your report. When I last spoke to me you promised your next report would contain the exact location of Dr. Krizack, but..." you glance over her report for dramatic effect "... this thing only suggests a possible system."

"I um... the files have been encrypted more than I expected. And some were damaged in the ****. I promise in three days I will have access to the necessary data."

You smirk "I believe you said something similar three days ago." She opens her mouth, pauses and swallows. "Well, I guess we have two options: I could terminate your contract. You did provide some Intel, so I'll cover your fair back. I'm sure Drex would happily find another way for you to pay off your debt." You savoir her panicked speechlessness. Drex really only loaned out money to someone if he thought he could turn them into a prostitute or sex ****.

Deciding to stop playing with your food you suggest "or I could personally supervise your further hacking and encourage you however I see fit."

Her eyes light up "really? You would do that for me? I would gladly learn from you. Whatever it takes." This surprises you; you expected her to take the lesser of two evils but not eagerly. Maybe she has has dreams of becoming a bounty hunter herself someday, or maybe she just wants some intimate attention from you. You do glimpse a wet spot on her panties. But then again you don't know what she was doing before you interrupted.

While you ponder this, she continues to thank you. "Let's get started," you command. "Show me your raw data."

"Yes ma'am, Initially I used a matrix of algorithms working in parallel to decrypt random parts of data storage." You forgot how much the usually shy girl likes to talk about slicing. "This allowed me to build a few possible pictures of--"

"Take off your panties" you interrupt, stunning her back into silence. She blushes and obeys. Her hands reflexively make a few motions to cover her tight slit and tiny patch of pubic hair but she keeps herself exposed. "Good now shove those into your mouth."

You spend the next minute giving her step-by step-instructions to properly gag herself. She searches through her dirty clothes to find another suitably soiled pair of undergarments that she also stuffs into her mouth. Both pairs are secured with multiple strips of tape across her mouth and puffed cheeks. Looking into her now even mousier face you explain that you asked her to show you the data not tell you how she got it. She meekly nods understanding. Grabbing her terminal she sends a rather large file across the interstellar connection and begins streaming her work screen.

She really is smart and has decrypted quite a lot of useful information. Together you settle down and began to pick through the clues. You order her onto all fours, so she spends most of her time on her elbows and knees with her terminal on the floor. This gives you a great view of her cute butt and tight pussy, and it allows you to easily punish her with the interstellar comm's built in whipping-bot.

You do love your job. Over the next hour, the two of you piece together the scraps of decoded data. Small Tits is very clever and already had most of the puzzle pieces, but she doesn't have your hunter's instinct. Often something seems obvious to you but takes several lashes from the single-tail whip for her to notice.

After she typed one particularly stupid question you order her to stop. "Turn around and face me!" you demand. She looks at you with big curious eyes. "Play with your nipples. Get them nice and hard for me." She obeys and you continue "while doing that see if you can answer that yourself." Unfortunately for her, her nipples quickly get hard. You order her to apply to rubber clamps to the sensitive nubs stretching her thin shirt. She winces delightfully and even whines into her pantie-gag when the second one nips her nipple. "Better figure it out so or I will whip those clips off and get you to put them on again" you warn. Finally, when the third, wider clamp pinches her inner pussy lips together, you see realization sneak into her pained expression. She tries to mumble her discovery to you but five lashes across the front of her thighs reminds her to work, not talk. You let her keep the clamps on to help her remember.

After another half hour Blue Bitch finishes reviewing the dossiers and looks at you with lust in her eyes. On your orders she ties her wrists to her ankles and adopts a face down ass up pose before shimmying her bubble butt back to you.

When she reaches you, you enable the interstellar comm's proxy setting and select a single tailed whip. Now when you feel Small Tits is deserving of a lash or are just bored you strike Blue Bitch's ass and the elaborate comm system delivers a similar strike to the tech's scrawny ass. Swinging the whip yourself is much more satisfying than just pushing a button. Especially when you hear Blue Bitch's gasp followed a split second latter by Small Tits' muffled cry.

The session ends a little too quickly after that. You have managed to form a nice pattern of red marks criss-cross Small Tits ass and thighs. You hadn't gotten the location of Dr. Krizack's secondary lab but you know which hard drive it is stored on Small Tits can have it decrypted within a day. You decide she earned herself an orgasm, so you tell her to get her vibrator. Her gagged state means you can't hear her surprise that you know the model. First you order it pressed to the clamp on her pussy lips. The sound of her moans mixes pleasantly with the plastic rattling. Then she uses it to tease her breasts. And finally with one hand massaging her little tits, she rubs the sextoy against the top of her pussy. She gasps in pleasure, writhing as she presses her flesh folds against her clit with the vibrator and cums. Remembering her manners she tries to say thank you through her panties.

After you disconnect, you spend a little more time tormenting Blue Bitch's upturned ass. You spank and fuck it with a strap-on until you are both satisfied.

Then, you head out to the exhausted Melodia. You spray her down with cold water to wash off the rainbows of cum splatter across her. She gasps when you **** icy water into her anus and pussy. You know she will be properly cleaned when she is returned to the whore-house, but why let them have all the fun?

For dinner been a nicely rare Xhefer lizard at an upscale diner. You stayed awhile after to enjoy the flexible and nibble Alerian dancers. Your slaves get the table scraps you deem them worthy to eat from their shared pet bowel.

After dinner you had given Melodia a final, thorough spanking and sent her back to the brothel where her owner promptly restrains her in a glory hole. You walk to the Sirus Intelligence office with Blue Bitch crawling behind you. Agent Rith's assistant is just leaving when you approach the office; he warns you his boss is very busy and not accepting visitors. You, of course, still ring the door bell and hear the pissy response of Agent Rith "go away, I'm busy."

"You'll make time for me," you inform her.

Recognising your voice her tone immediately changes. "Of course, please come in ma'am." You enter and see she has followed your instructions of wearing a thong. Taking it one step further, she is wearing only a thong. On the her data monitor is a read out for a new interrogation chair that you find intriguing. "Blue Bitch," you ask, "I told Rith to wear a thong."

"Yes ma'am."

"But did I say she could cover her crotch with it?"

"No ma'am."

You smile and look down at the grime your boots have collected as you walked around Terrador. This is going to be a fun night.