The Next Day...

You wake up in between the Bantan and Melodia. Surprisingly, neither one of them is tied up, nor are their holes filled. You must have been feeling very generous towards Melodia. Or you were just drunk. Based on the headache, probably drunk. You put on a T-shirt and make some coffee.

After getting the Bantan a taxi (you of course have the taxi tow her, as Melodia was towed), you and Melodia plan your next move over breakfast in the ship's galley. Somehow, she managed to get her hands on a biker jacket. It must have come from a smaller species because it leaves her midriff exposed. You allow her to wear it so long as she keeps it open so for easy boob access.

“So who are the Black Wings?” you ask reading her jacket.

“As far as I can tell, a bunch of **** dealers. Very fun to party with though.” She sips her coffee. “So what’s our next move?” You glare at her. “Ma’am.”

“As entertaining as it was to watch you suck off all those cocks, The only thing we really have to show for it is a comm frequency. It’s not a whole lot to go on, but I’ve worked with less. There might be away to get her. I just need to patch into the planetary comms grid. An intensive sweep of the system should pick up a few unsecured comm devices we can hijack. Then all we need to do is have them send a signal to Bellextra’s ship. If we ping it enough times, we can triangulate her location. It’s a little trick I picked up hunting this hacker on Menal V.”

“That’s impressive ma’am.” Melodia stares at you with goo goo eyes “You out-hacked a hacker.”

“Well, no. He told me how to use the software he was using after I strapped the little shit into a cock milker for three days straight. Turns out most of hacking is just knowing what software to use and hoping some dumbass doesn’t have an antivirus.”

“That makes more sense.”

You lean back and put your feet on the table. “Well Melodia, when you’ve been as successful a bounty hunter as I have, you learn a wide variety of techniques. Some of them are pretty intricate. When your tracking something as dangerous as an Iah Kuruh, the only way to go is with a measured and subtle technique.” You proudly sip your coffee. “Sure, it’ll take a couple of days, but sometimes patience is a bounty hunter’s greatest weapon.”

“Wow. I would have just called her.”

You look at her blankly. “What?”

“Well, she’s expecting me right.” She diligently begins clearing the table. “I mean I could just ask her where she wants to meet and then you could ambush her. But you know best ma’am.”

Am I being mocked? “Well, yes. It’s a little simple but that could work.”

“Are you sure ma’am? Like you said, it’ll only take a couple of days. We can just wait around, see the sights. I hear the arches are beautiful.”

You shoot her a **** glare. “You’ll call her. Set up a meeting but try and make it on neutral ground.”

“Like where?”

She is getting awfully lippy. “I don’t know, shoot for one of those arches you were talking about. That should give me plenty of space for an ambush.”

“Can you even handle an Iah Kuruh? I mean-” Too late, Melodia catches her mistake. She looks at your very un-amused face and tries to backpedal. “I mean, the Iah Kuruh are beneath you right? Those fuckers, I hear they’re really not all they’re cracked up to be. Bunch of empty shirts if you ask me. Am I right?” Your expression does not change. “So, uh, that was some damn fine coffee?”

“Melodia.”

“Yes ma’am?”

“Come with me.”

You lead melodia to the armory. It’s actually her first time in here. While easily being your second favorite room on the Breaker, (the first is obviously the dungeon), you don’t go in here that much unless you’re going on a mission where you expect particularly hairy resistance, which means your **** doesn’t come in here. Every available inch of wall space is covered in weapons. Over the years you have collected various weapons as trophies from your more dangerous hunts. Your most prized possessions (again, not including what’s in the dungeon) include a Trankellian grappling spear, a couple of different needlers, a Nerian disintegrator, one set of Gavleth boxing gloves (boxing being a terminal sport among the Gavelths), and a phase sword, which you need to keep in a special containment field in order to prevent it from slicing through the ship. The entire ship.

Melodia is obviously impressed by your arsenal. So impressed in fact, that she doesn’t realize what you brought her down here to see. “Brut0X. Engage.”

At the back of the armory a figure rises. Initially lost within the menagerie of weapons, the titan strides to the foreground. Two massive grappling arms are surrounded by additional utility arms designed to subdue, restrain, and discipline targets. The ape like war droid moves to the front of the room, a surprising difficult task. It needs to turn its torso to avoid knocking off various weapons and it already needs to hunch over to fit in the room. Perhaps the most intimidating thing about the Brut0X is the foot long, piston mounted, vibrating dildoe. One of your first additions, it seemed a crime for a robot named Brut0X not to have a Schlong that lived up to its name.

“Melodia, meet Brut0X. Brut0X, Melodia.”

“HELLO MELODIA.”

“Uhhh, hi?”

“Brut0X, engage discipline mode.”

“TARGET?”

You turn to Melodia. “Melodia why don’t you do the honors?”

“Ahhh, nut bunnies. Brut0X target is Melodia.”

“CONFIRMED. WILL DISCIPLINE MELODIA WITH **** PREJUDICE.”

You know to stand back but are still nearly knocked aside as the main grappling arms shoot out with speed that contradicts their bulk. Melodia’s arms and legs are restrained as cuff-like appendages latch onto each limb at the wrists and ankles.

“Waaah!” shouts Melodia as she is lifted off the ground. From behind each shoulder and hip, a metallic tentacle shoots out. Her limbs are transferred from the grappling arms to the tentacles, which pull her arms and legs spread eagle. The effect is striking. The tentacles suspend Melodia in the air, her body painfully stretched out with her pussy hovering over the monstrosity that is the Brut0X’s dildoe. Melodia's pale flesh contrasts against the Brut0X's dark metal. Her eyes are wide with fear and her pussy is dripping with arousal.

“Brut0X, pause.” You stroke Meloida’s clit as her breasts heave up and down. She’s still wearing the jacket, and the position has pulled it wide open, baring her chest. You love those tits. They are just big enough to fit into your hand. You give her nipples a quick pinch. You smile, both at her squeal and the fact that her nipples are hard enough to cut glass. One finger goes into her pussy. It’s wet enough to water the Sahara. You wiggle it around looking for her G-spot.

“Ohhh, Mistress-”

“SILENCE WORTHLESS BITCH. MISTRESS HAS NOT GIVEN YOU PERMISSION TO SPEAK.” To emphasize the point, an auto-whip comes down across Melodia’s chest.

“Thank you Brut0X.” You begin to massage her chest and lick her clit. Melodia moans again, but the Brut0X provides another dildoe appendage, which it shoves into her mouth before she can make too much noise. Melodia’s lips move up and down the invader as though it was a real cock she was **** to please. You take a moment to laugh at your **** before teasing her clit with your tongue. Backwards and forwards, up and down, side to side, your tongue strokes her love button every which way. In spite of Brut0X’s increasing rough face fucking, the noises Melodia's making become more ****. You do not relent.

Knowing her penchant for pain, you roughly grab one tit, squeezing her breast so that it bulges in your hand. The fingers in her pussy, go up and down with increasing ****. As you gently nibble her clit with your teeth, she loses control. “ERRM-”

The Brut0X is programmed with your sadistic tendencies in mind. Sensing Melodia’s orgasms, it forces the dildoe in her mouth deep, **** her as she cums. Her entire body spasms with the **** of the orgasm and the need for air. Her jism spurts all over your hand and the Brut0X. You step back. “Brut0X, remove oral dildoe.”

“CONFIRMED.” You hold up your drenched hand to Melodia. With a sparkle in her eyes she licks off her own pussy juice. “Thank you mistress,” she says in between laps.

“Are you still concerned about the Iah Kuruh?”

“No mistress. Thank you for correcting me.”

You let her suckle your finger for a moment.

“Brut0X, continue discipline program for the next 12 hours. Leave the jacket undamaged. She does look very good in it.”

“CONFIRMED.” The foot long schlong springs into life.