Bust In And Demand The Drive.

You spend a few minutes looking over the place. The outside of the building includes more than a few windows, perfect access points. You zip up your borrowed jacket and turn to Reinna.

"Stay here. I'll be back before you know it."

She watches in silence as you begin to scale the side of the building. You're positioned within an alleyway so no one should notice you unless they stop to check out the side of the building for some reason. The windows are mostly locked but you find one on the second floor that's already open, the smell of sex wafting outward. You peak in and see a room decorated in a Victorian style with electric candelabras and fancy rugs. You spy a comfortable looking bed with two forms beneath the covers, unmoving. You pull yourself silently into the room and pad over to the door, drawing your nano pistol as you do.

Outside is a hallway with halls made to look like hard wood and dotted with small oil paintings. Seeing no one, you pocket your pistol and begin to walk casually, keeping your hand on the weapon just in case. You pass by a couple, likely a worker and a customer, but pay them no mind, walking as if you belong. They glance your way but dismiss you and giggle together as they enter a room.

You come across a set of stairs and eye it carefully. If you had your rig you could have checked it for alarm systems but your eyes will just have to do. Spotting no obvious cameras or detection grids you quickly head up the stairs.

"Hold it. This area isn't for guests."

You freeze on the landing halfway up as a voice calls out from above. You glance up and see a man in dinged up armor holding an old looking shotgun.

"Sorry," you tell him as you take a step back. "I'm just a..."

You cut yourself off and in a flash draw your weapon and fire three shots. The third one hits him before he can react. The first two thud uselessly against his chest piece but the third hits him in his unprotected armpit. You see his eyes begin to droop and run to catch him before he slams onto the floor. You look around but see no good places to hide him. So you leave him there and move as quickly and quietly as you can, searching for any doors that look important. All the doors look the same and all of them have a security pad with no other means of opening them.

You curse your luck and start keying away at a pad. With your rig you could have unlocked this entire floor in less than five minutes. Having to do this by hand, accessing the directory and trying to fool the software into thinking you're an administrator, takes much longer for just a single pad. But it works. The door opens jerkily and you slip inside before it closes.

It's like stepping into another world. The room has more space than the inside of your ship and the furniture probably costs half as much as your ship did. One entire wall is a holographic display of a calm ocean, twin stars high on the horizon. The other walls bear either massive bookshelves stuffed with tomes, genuine bound paper, or erotic paintings. Seated behind a large desk and dressed in a wavy blue gown is a tall, rail thin woman with lightly painted cheeks and dark eyeliner. Her chestnut hair is bound into a long braid that hangs down in front of her left shoulder and holds several glistening gems held within pins. She looks up from her work and frowns at you.

"How did you get in here?" she asks calmly.

You point your pistol at her and quickly move towards her, saying, "I'll be asking the questions, thank you. I'm looking for a data drive."

Her frown deepens and she cocks her head.

"You've come into my place of business. Broken into my office. Put a gun to my head. And now your making demands?"

You shrug, "I'm on a tight schedule. So I you don't mind..."

The woman, Ms. Velvet you presume, let's out a sharp whistle. Before you can react you feel several bites all over your body, like a dozen bee stings. You scan the walls and see nothing except a single glint of something shiny between two books on a bookshelf. You're out cold before you hit the floor.

You wake up in a bright room. In your groggy state you think you're back in Dr. Arcadia's clinic. But if that were the case you wouldn't be bound at the wrists and ankles to a flat metal slab. You also probably wouldn't be naked, new dick flapping in the breeze.

"You know, I was just going to have you killed."

You crane your neck and spot three figures. One if them, the speaker, is Ms. Velvet, wearing the same thing as before. The other two are the very definition of opposites. The man is huge, taller than you and maybe three times as bulky, all of it muscle, made evident by his lack of shirt. The girl is more average in height, maybe less, with long dark hair that partially covers her face but fails to hide her wolfish grin or hungry eyes. She wears a black corset and bikini panties with long black boots and gloves.

"But once I saw how unique you were," Ms. Velvet continues as the trio enters the room. "I realized it would be best to keep you on as an asset. Of course, I can't have you keeping your wits about you, not after what you've done. So, Lars and his sister Bianca are going to break you down into a compliant commodity. A much **** fate than ****, don't you think?"

"Look, this doesn't have to be like this," you tell her. "It was just business."

"And so is this." She holds up a syringe of bright pink liquid, tapping the needle with her finger. "This ****, 'cleverly' called Slut, is still in its early stages. But I've heard wonderful things."

You struggle against your restraints as she approaches but it's no use. The needle enters your arm and you immediately feel the effects. Your pussy drenches your thighs and your cock feels painfully hard. Your breathing grows heavy and you find it hard to focus on anything.

"Wow, look at that!" exclaims Bianca as she moves to the table. She deftly lifts a leg and starts moving the bottom of her boot along your shaft. "More impressive than most of the limp dicks I work with!"

She strokes you like this and after mere seconds you cry out and explode all over your stomach.

"But zero endurance!" she cackles. "Even boys just becoming men could put you to shame! Brother, why don't you show her a real cock?"

The big man grins and undoes his trousers. Your mouth waters at the sight of an almost comically huge dick. You could arm wrestle that thing and lose! Lars takes hold of your head, forces it to the side, forces your mouth open, and starts drilling into your throat without warning. You cough and gasp for air but are given no reprieve.

"Let's play a game," says Bianca.

She pulls out a thin cylinder from her boot, no larger than a pinky finger, and whips it, a micro thin cord emerging from the tip. She lashes out with it and draws a deep red line across your skin, from your collarbone to the bottom of your ribs. You screams around Lara's cock at the fiery pain that shoots through you.

"To teach you what real endurance is, I'll give you a light tap every ten seconds or so until you manage to make my brother cum in your mouth."

A second later she lashes out again with a faint flick of her wrist. She forms a perfect X on your torso and you shake in pain. Lars continues to fuck your face like is own personal gloryhole. This goes on for minutes, or years by your reckoning. By the time Lars deposits a massive load down your throat, almost **** you, your body is a maze of red against your dark skin. You nearly drown trying to swallow all of his cum and have to spit some out onto the floor. This is rewarded with several more strikes from Bianca.

"How dare you not savor the cum of your better!"

One of the blows lands across your spread pussy and cock. And the strangest thing happens. You cum. So. Fucking. Hard. The pain is excruciating and yet your back leaves the metal slab as you coat your legs and stomach in juices. When you fall back to the table your vision is spinning.

"What an absolute whore," says Bianca.

You feel something heavy on your legs and struggle to look up. By the time your vision normalizes Bianca has removed her underwear and is resting on your thighs.

"Time for a new game," she explains. "Every time you orgasm, my brother will administer punishment."

You hear a crackling sound and turn your head to see Lars putting on a pair of gloves that crackle with blue-white streams of energy. You gasp as you feel Bianca's warm pussy engulf your cock. You grit your teeth against her tightness, slamming your fists as best you can in your restraints.

"Aw, look at the little whore trying her very best!" Bianca coos. "I guess I should try my best as well!"

You start to yell as Bianca rides your dick much faster than before, her breasts jiggling within the confines of her corset. You fight the good fight but less than a minute later your back is bowed once again.

"Lars!"

You scream in anguish as the glove is trailed against your already wounded skin. If the whip had produced fire against your flesh, the glove was pushing it into your bones. Your vision goes white for a moment before returning, slowly, to normal. Bianca continues to fuck you at top speed the whole time. You cum four more times and each time Lars applies the glove with practiced hands. Each time the pain only amplifies your pleasure and makes you cum that much faster. You pass out for a few seconds each time but Bianca doesn't slow down. After the last time she starts to gyrate her hips more, her breathing finally growing heavier.

"I'm gonna cum, you filthy whore!" she spits. "Stars, it took forever on this pathetic dick and I had to do all the work myself but here! It! Comes!"

She pulls up and off you dick and starts spraying cum all over your prone form. The droplets sting against your wounds but it's nothing compared to the glove. Exhausted, you pass out the moment your ordeal is over.

Only to be awoken to the feeling of being cut in half. You scream like a banshee and see Lars shoving his meat log into you pussy. You can't believe it actually fits! You feel your insides stretching to their limits and wonder if you might break. He moves along without a care for your body and is soon pushing against the entrance to your cervix.

"You got my brother hard and made a mess of my pussy," complains Bianca.

You finally spot her standing over you, pussy dripping cum onto your face. She then lowers herself onto your face, smothering you in pussy.

"Get out every last drop, you useless meat sack!"

You can barely breath and Lars is stealing every ounce of your strength with his thrusting. It feels like he has an infinite amount of cock to feed into you as he just goes deeper and deeper. Bianca mostly ends up rubbing herself against your face while you swallow down what semen and pussy juices falls into your mouth. Your entire body erupts as Lara draws orgasms out of your deepest reaches, the pleasure almost hurting in its intensity. He finishes at some point and covers your body in cum. Bianca is satisfied with your cleaning job and laughs at how much cum ended up on your face.

That was day one. You lose track of the days and never really know when it changes to night. You count the days by your injections for awhile but lose count quickly. At some point they start giving you newer strains of the **** and at some point you forget all about the outside world. Your entire life is a series of rooms and the people inside of them. Because there's always more customers. Ms. Velvet says people have gotten crazy for sex these past few months, which is lucky for you. If you don't cum a few dozen times a day you start climbing the walls. You don't even need the **** to be a true slut anymore. You know your place. Sometimes, after a good day where you fully satisfy your hunger for sex, you start to wonder what brought you here. You remember being rude to Ms. Velvet, which is why you needed to be punished. But you can't remember why you would do such a thing. Then you fall asleep and wake up thinking only of cock and pussy.