Kaylah gets drugged

Unconscious and placed in the trunk of a hover car, Kaylah was taken to her prey’s hide-out, which turned out to be a warehouse right next to the space ports.
After dumping Kaylah on a metallic slab and tying her down onto it, Heather and Mimi left Kaylah alone with the masked man.

Finally taking off his mask, Rollins stood completely naked before the still knocked-out Kaylah, the tall blonde man grinning at the mulatto splayed out on the slab.

Pinching one of her thick nipples, thereby causing a trickle of milk to emerge from it, Rollins then smeared the white fluid over his hardening cock.
“I’ll enjoy fucking you.” He said matter-of-factly to Kaylah’s unconscious frame, while opening a business case that was placed on a nearby table.

Pulling out a small, unmarked bottle and an empty vial, Rollins quickly filled the vial with the clear fluid, preparing the insertion of the experimental TYQ-2 into Kaylah’s body.
He did so unceremoniously, watching the needle being emptied as the fluid flowed into Kaylah, mixing with her blood.

“In a few hours time, you’ll be yourself again.” Rollins said to Kaylah, remembering that it had taken four hours for the drug to knock out the chemical conditioning that his mind had been subjected to. Naturally, the TYQ-2 had some side effects, Rollins recalled as he stepped out of the small room, and into the corridor outside.

The first that he had experienced when waking up from the TYQ-2 was a sense of extreme arousal, one that had merely faded over time, rather than to go away completely.

In fact, he had been forced to have his way with one of the female lab assistants present at the top-secret facility where he had been experimented upon, just so that he could calm down enough to plan his escape. Since then, Rollins had always made sure to keep himself surrounded by busty and willing women.

As he sauntered through the brightly lit corridor, Rollins wondered where Mimi and Heather had gone to, and activated the security system by calling out “System!”
“Activated.” A digitalized voice replied from the ceiling.
“Locate,” Rollins began, “subjects Heather and Mimi.”
“Subjects currently located in the tub room,” the voice replied after less than a second, adding; “Subject Heather sends message; cum here and I’ll suck your cock.”
“System out.” Rollins commanded, emitting a low chuckle to himself as he thought about Heater’s message.

The warehouse had belonged to one of Galaxia Seven’s most famous smugglers, who had given it to Rollins in return for a couple of favours. Despite it rugged exterior, the place was a veritable palace on the inside, with more than forty rooms, all of them equipped with various tools and gadgets, several storage facilities containing supplies, weapons and vehicles, plus the surveillance system which kept track of all movement, inside as well as outside.
To top it off, the system was practically incorruptible, with several hunter-killer systems in place to locate anyone dumb enough to try and hack it.

Stepping into the tub room, Rollins was greeted by the sight of Heather sitting on the edge of the tub, drinking a glass of champagne while parting her legs so that Mimi could lick her cunt, the blue-haired fembot fingering her own asshole at the same time.

“About fucking time you showed up!” Heather grinned at Rollins, pouring the rest of the glass’ contents onto her stomach, from where it trickled down over her bald crotch and into Mimi’s mouth.
“Missed me?” Rollins asked as he walked up to Heather and placed his cock, already fully engorged, under her nose. Heather smiled wickedly as she looked at the penis being offered to her: at more than fourteen inches long and thicker than her wrist, the damn thing had to be about as large and thick as any humanoid’s cock that she had ever seen, and Heather had seen plenty. And beneath the impressive trunk hanged a pair of balls that were both constantly over-sized, the two spherical objects being so wide and heavy that Heather had use both hands if she was to cup them.

Oddly enough, Heather had never seen a woman having any problems with having his cock shoved into their holes; the thing always filled you up to the point where it was about to stretch you to wide, but it never did.
And since Rollins could also keep himself hard seemingly forever, he had to be one of the best lovers that Heather had ever had.

As Heather parted her lips and guided the bell-shaped end of Rollins’ cock into her widely distended mouth, Mimi lay down on her side in the tub and began fingering herself with two fingers in each of her two holes as she watched as more and more of Rollins’ penis disappeared into Heather’s mouth.
Heather’s head bobbed up and down on Rollins’ cock with surprising ease, the black wasteland warrior soon having him moaning loudly with his eyes closed, her fingers rolling over his heavy balls.

“Oh fuck!” Rollins cried out, after a few more minutes of Heather sucking on his cock had passed by.
Quickly pulling her head back from his cock, Heather manipulated the glans so that it was aimed straight at Mimi, and jerked Rollins’ into climax.
Cum cascaded into the wide tub, some of it mixing with the water while the larger part of it served to cover Mimi in a thick layer of pearly white, which reached all the way from her head down to her cunt.

Lifting the rigid pole upwards, Heather greedily licked the last drops of cum that oozed out of Rollins’ pisshole.