To a local droid store

You follow your new "master" through a web of stores and shops on a rundown looking station. Definitely deep out from the core, this station is sprawling yet dilapidated. Inside your mind you battle for control, attempting to dodge thoughts of how sexy master is, how empty your holes feel, how good slaves obey. With this struggle ongoing, you hardly notice the states of the locals, most drawn by the sexy allure of the either female **** or advanced pleasure bot walking by. They note the swaying of it's hips, blank glazed eyes, perky upright tits, open mouth, plump ass and now flowing blonde hair down to your waist (previously undiscovered thanks to your state of mind and lack of body control).

Infront of you, your sexy dominate master *hehe* -no wait kidnapper- stops at a droid shop and states "unit stay". Instantly your robotic restraints freeze you in position, tits out and ass stuck back, head high and hands pulled behind you. Then the gag is retrieved from your "backpack" by robot arms and set in your mouth before the female AI states in your ear and audibly through speakers; "command recieved". The black human in front of you starts engaging with the older shop owner as you realize the effects of your "happiness" shot are starting to wear off. Having clear thoughts again you move the only free things you can to address the situation, your eyes. You quickly deduce the sexual nature of the shop. All the droids seem to be various models of pleasure bots, most old and in disrepair. Then the conversation in front of you suddenly grabs your attention.

"Yeah this one's custom made, not registered yet for core travel or given a control unit." Your master is claiming that you aren't even human! If you become a registered droid your identity could be lost!

"Well sir, you've done one hell of a job, couldn't even tell if this was a droid or not besides the rubber tits and robotic attachments. Tell ya what, i wouldn't know where to install a standard control unit on a custom like this, but I can get it registered and up to core codes." The small older looking human responded to my so-called master.

"I'll give you 5,000 credits for the registration job and if you just hand me over the best pleasure bot control unit you have, Ill be able to install it." Oh god, your terrified of what's happening but powerless to stop it. Surprisingly, your body betrays you and your plastic pussy is dripping from your trapped limp pre-cum producing cock.

"You have a deal sir!" The shopkeep is clearly excited, this job is going to be the most he's made in months.

Master then utters "unit release and follow all orders" and you suddenly find yourself following the shopkeep into his workshop as he motions for you to follow.