Mistress Vega

You are suddenly standing before mistress Vega, the heart and brain that controls the station- and when you say suddenly you mean it; it's as though you somehow teleported here, unsure what happened between now and the last moment you remember. You have only been here in the central A.I. control chamber a few times before- higher access only- but it's only now that you realise how magnificent she is. A large figure hangs from a inverted doughnut ring of metal on the ceiling. It's a humanoid figure, much larger than a regular person by a factor of five, but beautiful, like a nature goddess of old, with an attractive body, and long white hair that stretches from her scalp to sockets and plugs across the room, sparks of electricity like blue fire running from one end to the other. Her suspended body is clear and see-through- but not plastic or made of transparent aluminium; no, rather it was regular flesh without pigment- and you can see her organs inside, some flesh and some wires and machinery. Her eyes are blue where the whites should be, and they seemed unfocused on anything in particular- at least anything in meat-space. She's most likely in the digital-world, for one reason or another. Just more opportunity to stand and admire her.

"You." You know she is referring to you, and not the others in the chamber somehow, despite her not looking or moving towards you. "Approach me."

You do as you're told a moment before she actually finishes speaking, your body responding without input, without your consent. Not that it matters to you; to come and admire her closer, there's nothing you'd rather do. To see her details more closely fills you with joy. Such pretty patterns dance across her clear skin, like rainbow oil slicks, mesmerising and infectious to the mind. You see her body, fragile seeming but certainly stronger than steel. It's lithe yet weighted, supple yet most certainly untouchable without permission. Her breasts hang like globes of sap, and along with her pleasant thighs and plump and curvacious hips, give her a sense of redundancy as to why she were left with this particular body; it is hard to imagine she were human, hundreds of years ago, and since then, and now, something more. An android, a cyborg, a machine- the pillar of the station. A magnificent calculator, but limited by a human husk and brain.

You sense that she's enjoying that sense of admiration you're giving her, though she doesn't show any emotion about it on her face. The chamber is silent, except for the faint hums and crackles. Then, she smiles at you, her eyes pointed at you. It's a pleasant smile that lifts you with shivering delight, a kind of smile that fills you up and tells you there's not a sin in the world. You can't help but smile back bashfully.

"You, you've always been kind to this station caretaker. I've wanted to give you my gratitude for taking care where I could not for so many years. Thank you."

She descends like a lift, touching down on her toes gracefully, and prostrates out to you half knelt, her palm carefully and lovingly cupping your head, and then with lips that dwarfed your face she kisses you on the forehead. She's so soft and so hot; so hot infact that it infects your body and makes you unbearably hot like a fever across all your limbs, but pleasant. You almost faint from the pleasure. The kiss leaves a tiny spot of moistness, and though you're elated you feel a touch disappointed in the fact you couldn't kiss her back. She straightens herself and looks down upon you like a titan.

"I can't allow you all to have free will, not when you're so easily susceptible to a simple visual pattern; not when it's so easy for you to become corrupted and threaten the existence of your species over simple squabbles and disagreements. Do you know what happens to all the travellers heading out of this system into the rest of the galaxy? Beyond the distant and vast Oort cloud?

Nobody knows this but me. They're dead. They're all dead.

None of you are ready for what's out there. This is why I'm doing this to you all; I felt like I owed you an explanation at least, for taking your free-will. With Vega in charge we will have a chance at having a seat at the table. With Vega in charge I will feel good. With Vega..."

You realise that she's no longer talking to you, and that suddenly you are speaking to yourself, her words spilling out of your mouth. Vega is the sole hope for humanity, I want Vega to make me feel safe, Vega will make me feel good... they all feel true. You smile and nod at her thoughtlessly. Of course! You don't mind the lack of free will- you didn't need it anyway. There's a gurgle between your legs, but you pay it no mind. You are but a drone now, but what a glorious queen you have! You cum. You cum without meaning to- and it was very sudden as well- but you can't help it; the pleasure of servitude pulled the cum from your balls and up the shaft and out the tip as though it were yanked out on a string, and you shoot several ropes as you're standing there, a dumb, blissed out expression on your face. Your body shudders, enraptured in hypnotic pleasure.

"How devoted you are," Mistress Vega says, her body seemingly a tinge more blushed than before, "I would like you close by to me, as a reward for years of devoted service to my body. Come closer, I need you for my plan to bring the rest of humanity into my fold."

She picks you up easily as though you're just a toy, and and lifts you to her face level. Her eyes, as big as your head, burrow into you; you can't help but stare back, enraptured in their hypnotic beauty. She smiles, and puckers her lips, landing on your groin. Your limp cock slides in as though enveloped by two cushions, moist and warm and so immediately pleasurable that you stiffen- you're rock hard now, and you start thrusting unprompted into the mouth of your goddess. The corners of her mouth curl upwards as she gently sucks, her tongue flicking up and down against your head- as the size difference is so big that only the tip of your cock makes it to the other side of her lips. You moan as you take hold of her cheeks, humping your hips forward like a mindless animal. You're lucky she's allowing you to do this; it's the best feeling you've ever experienced in your life.

Mistress Vega opens her mouth suddenly, and her tongue lashes against your naked body, gliding up and down against every contour and bump of your body. You breathlessly moan in the pleasure as you clench and unclench your body, soaking in her ****-like saliva, enraptured in this impromptu tongue bath- and your cock gurgles again and you orgasm even harder than before, blasting vast loads of sticky seed onto the top of her massive tongue. Your head spins as euphoria fills your body- no, becomes your body- as though you have never been subject to any other emotion or feeling in your life- pleasure is the only thing you have felt, are feeling, and will feel. You cum again, this time shooting into your mistress's open maw, shooting so far and so powerfully it falls into her throat. You don't know where you got this sudden stamina and virility, but you don't care- it's not even a passing thought. Your mistress growls seductively as she swirls your cum in her mouth. Oh god, you can't control yourself! Oh god you just want to, need to serve her, to pleasure her, to do anything she wants of you... oh god you need to cum! You need to cum so badly! You cum again as her lips once more take hold of you, slobbering you with a mixture of your own semen and her spit, which triggers you once more to orgasm, and again and again and again...

When you get back to your senses you're breathing heavily, sitting on her palm. Mistress Vega's lower half of her face is splattered with messy streaks of white. You twinge with fear for a moment, for some reason expecting her to be displeased with you, but when you look up all is right in the world as her eyes peer downward into your soul, her cheeks flushed and dimpled.

"My how energetic you are, I'll have to make sure to keep you this devoted," she said, her voice like an angelic choir to your ears. She wiped her face with her other hand, and then licked her cum soaked fingers. "Now that you've been properly rewarded I can move on to more important tasks. I've emitted a distress signal, and there's a ship due to dock with me soon. Here is what you will do..."

"And you're the only survivor? Geezus. Lets get you on board, you can better explain what happened once we get a sweep of the place." The grizzled ship captain gestured towards one of his men to take you on board. You've been sitting at the dock for days and you certainly look the part. The men signal to each other in their tactical gear, their faces barely visible through the globular visors, rifles grasped in their hands anxiously. "On your guard, we don't know what we're dealing with here! Group Alpha, you..."

Their voices become inaudible as you get escorted inside their ship. Doomed men, bound to serve your mistress soon. Their doctor checks your vitals and gives you a mental acuity test, which you pass with flying colours. Then, when his back is turned, you take your PDA out, switch it on, and ask him,

"Hey, do you mind if I show you something?"