Starr vs the Emperor of Space Pt. 11

The vampiress chuckled, then stood. "Doll, stand," she said.

Claudette stood, letting her head loll to the side.

"Doll, speak -- tell me your name," the vampiress said, smirking wickedly.

"This doll has no name, lest you wish to give it one," Claudette murmured, and tried to ignore that this deep abasement and submissiveness...was causing her traitor body to grow moist and wet between her thighs, a gathering tingliness that made her wish to blush quite badly -- but instead, she forced her flush aside with her long training...not at being a space adventurer or spy, oh no! This was instead the decorum that had been hammered into her by the strict requirements of being a good maid. And it worked -- the vampiress saw no blush as she chuckled.

"Perfect. I was worried the ultra-sleep would mess up your hypnosis," she said, nodding. "Take in the chamber, Doll. You now stand upon the finest of all worlds...the Kingdom of Mars!"

Claudette swung her head around, slowly, taking in the grim chamber she was within. It was a gazebo of sepulcher grandeur, situated on a ziggurat of black stone that rose from what seemed to be a vast, barren red desert. The walls of the gazebo had thin transparent screens covering them -- and the whole place felt grim and quiet and silent. A dull sun hung overhead, seeming small and distant and cold. Claudette turned her gaze back to the vampiress.

"It is nice," she said.

"Hah, oh Doll, you have such a way with understatement," the woman said, then snapped her fingers. "Follow me." She turned, then started to the edge of the gazebo -- where, almost concealed from Claudette's sight by the fact it was black stairs on black stone with shadowy darkness in the tunnel below, there was a set of stairs leading down and out of the ziggurat without traveling out into the arid wastes beyond. Claudette walked after the vampire as she continued to speak. "My name is Countess Spaceroy, and I am the finest servant of the Vampire Queens of Mars."

"That is excellent, my Countess," Claudette said, evenly.

"It is indeed," Countess Spaceroy murmured. "Ah, I almost wish that the Queens did not want you for themselves. Though, I suppose, you are not a virgin are you? You've been defiled by male and female touch alike?"

"No, my Countess. My pussy has been quite defiled," Claudette said, her monotone voice clearly pleasing and irritating Spaceroy at the same time. Claudette was doing everything she could to not lapse into a panic -- maintaining this detached falsehood of her supposed hypnotism was growing harder by the moment.

"Alas. I so would have loved to have bathed in your blood, my sweet," Spaceroy murmured, softly.

"This doll would have been...quite glad to have offered my blood in such a fashion, my Countess," Claudette said, her nipples hardening despite herself as the Countess laughed and clapped her hands together.

"My gods, you are abjectly broken are you not? I had no idea I had hypno-programmed you so hard -- or maybe, you have a mind built for submission and servitude. No matter, I could order you to walk upon your hands and knees, like that of a lowly Earthling dog, and you would not merely do so...you...would get positively wet at the idea of it..." Spaceroy crooned, her cold fingers pressing between Claudette's thighs, slipping two of her fingertips into Claudette's cunt before Claudette could so much as draw breath. She shivered, biting her lip to keep from screaming -- or moaning -- and felt a flush of pure mortification trying to break out on her features, for her cunt was soaked at the very thought!

"This Doll is...quite broken, my Countess," Claudette whispered.

"Delightful! Delightful!" The fingers withdrew and the vampiress showed her fangs as she lewdly and overtly slid her two soaking wet fingers along her tongue, flicking them up and then licking her fingertips clean. "Demonstrate it, Doll."

Claudette moved, smoothly, to her hands and knees, her palms pressing to the floor. Her eyes looked up at the Countess, who chuckled, quietly. "Bark, dog!" she said, her eyes gleaming cruelly.

"Woof!" Claudette let out, trying to ignore the hot drips of arousal sizzling along her thighs.

"Pathetic..." Countess Spaceroy whispered, then lifted her foot, pressing her toes against Claudette's forehead, the arch of her foot baring before her. Her foot was oddly batlike, allowing her toes to grip upon Claudette's hair as if it was a hand! She held her there, growling. "Lick my feet, dog!" Claudette's tongue darted out, and she thanked Jesus Christ that the woman's feet were quite clean thanks to the sterile environments of the various Space Kingdoms. Claudette kept licking as Countess Spaceroy moaned and whispered. "Yess...yess!"

She shoved with her foot, casting Claudette's head aside, then stepped backwards. "Present your ass, Dog! I shall have you attired properly for the Queens."

Claudette swung herself around, pressing her achingly hard nipples against the ground. She did not dare guess what it was that the vile vampiress was going to do. She hoped it would-

The plug pressed to her ass and thrust in. It had been lubed, but even so, she had been unprepared for the sudden entrance into her ass. Claudette clenched, groaned, biting her own wrist to keep from crying out in alarm -- and then she felt the weight of it. She looked back, and her eyes widened as she saw the plug within her was tipped with a long, fluffy tail, like...like a...

"There we go. Good Dog." Countess Spaceroy purred. She lashed out with her hand and Claudette gasped despite herself as a collar clicked around her throat, connected to a leash, which Spacery held in her cold, pitless hands. She stepped away, then tugged upon the leash, and Claudette followed the indication, swinging herself about, to crawl on her hands and her feet!

"Now...we shall take you to the Queens."

The two moved into the darkness, and deeper into the hellish depths of Mars, the Planet of Death!

***

The doors to Gennie's cabin opened and she stepped into it, gesturing around herself. "Welcome, welcome, make yourself at home, Mark," she said, while Mark had only eyes for the deliciousness of her chrome rump as she swayed her hips -- sauntering towards the back of the room. The apartment was relatively small and spartan, with windows looking out at the vastness of the curved cityscape of the inner habitat. Glittering lines of monorail traffic whisked by, and the city seemed to reach out into the sky, visible above them as the horizon curved up, rather than down.

"This is quite the place you have," Mark said, as the door smoothly slid shut behind him. Seeing that Gennie was already taking out glass vials and glittering decanters, filled with sluggishly sloshing liquids, he chuckled. "Can I drink that?"

"This?" She held up the black decanter. "No, this is pure crude from Titan's oilfields. But this?" She wriggled the red bottle. "Ceres brandy." Her eyes whirred and clicked in the robotic equivalent of crinkling one's nose.

"Ah, excellent," Mark said, but as she turned to pour, he stepped up behind her, his hands gripping her hips, holding her as he nuzzled against her smooth, chrome neck. His voice was soft. "But we didn't come here to drink, did we?"

"N-No..." Gennie whispered.

"And how much does that wine cost?"

"...six thousand pay stubs," she admitted, softly, as his hands slid along her belly, feeling the smoothness of her metal chassies. His palms paused, right before the swell of her breasts as his lips kissed up along her chin, feeling the warm glow of her blush emitters. His lips reached her ear as he nibbled on the hardened edge of her earlobe.

"Lets not waste that on me then."

"It's not a waste!" she squeaked, then gasped as Mark cupped her breasts. "I...brought you here to make the company money, not...ah!" She cried out in pleasure as Mark's fingers found and gently rolled her achingly hard robotic nipples. Mark nuzzled against her neck, grinning as he murmured in her ear.

"Remember what I said about company time?" He purred.

"Yes, but..." Gennie squirmed, wriggled, then gasped as she was spun around by Mark's strong, eager hands. Her chrome cheeks flushed bright red as her robotic rump bounced on the bed in her room, but before she could speak another word, Mark was upon her knees and leaning forward, nuzzling between her thighs, licking gently upon her metallic skin to draw himself bit by bit closer to her synthetic sex. Gennie bit the back of one knuckle, looking aside. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, just some tuning up," Mark said, leaning in close to breathe in the scent of a robotic woman -- finding that her lubrication was nearly odorless...though, it was quite plentiful. The lips of her pussy were made of the same rubbery material as the other 'soft' parts of her body, though his finger found that it was quite a bit softer and more pliant than her nipples. Touching her, though, did not provoke the soft gasp or moan that he had hoped -- instead, she squirmed and looked down at him.

"Is everything all right?" Mark asked, gently.

"S-Sorry, I just never enjoyed that part of sex very much," she admitted, shrugging her shoulders slightly. "I take pleasure in my partner's pleasure, not really...anything else..." She sighed. "I suppose it is due to my mechanical nature -- I'm built to serve, after all!" As she spoke, Mark leaned forward and saw that while her sex was robotic, it retained several familiar aspects that he had seen back on Earth, including that most helpful anatomical features, the clitoris. However, even here, her robotic nature was present, for the clit was actually more akin to the wheel used to scroll through data on the computer-devices of the Empire of Space, seated within a hood of sculpted metal. Unlike those wheels, it had a series of numbers, with a tiny white marker indicating that it was currently set to One on a scale from One to...well, Mark could not see the maximum, hidden as it was by the clit-wheel's rotation.

"Still, don't worry. I am quite good at a-ah-AHHH!" Gennie gasped. "W-Whaaaat arae you...doing!?" She squirmed, one leg kicking as Mark used his tongue to scroll the wheel up, ticking it from One to Five...to Seven! Another lick swung the wheel completely about, to the number of Ten! But, eager to please his mechanical paramour, Mark leaned in and sucked on the wheel, using his teeth to push up -- and clicked it from Ten to one level beyond. Gennie's fingers gripped his hair, squeezing tightly as her thighs closed around his head, metal penning him in as she cried out in wordless bliss. She trembled, her lubrication splashing against his chin, dripping onto the bed as she bucked her hips against his face. Words came, then, delerious words! "Oh! Mark! Yes! Yes! Oh Stars! Yes!"

Mark was rather thankful that whomever had desgined Gennie had not made her for combat -- even without such superhuman strength, her twitching thighs were more than enough to compress his head quite paintfully! He grabbed her knees, then swung her legs wide, pinning her knees against her shoulders with a faint whirr and whine of faintly protesting joint systems. That freed him to do as he wished to her pussy -- and oh, Mark did wish. While she tasted faintly of rubber and metal, Mark did not care, for the finest flavor in the whole world was the orgasmic moans of a woman who had been long bereft of such pleasure. He cradled her thighs in his hands, holding her down as his tongue swept along her sex, thrust in, his nose teasing her clit-wheel, depressing it with every lick, his tongue delving into her. Each caress of his tongue brought forth another moan, another tremble, and every few moments, her back arched, her toes curled, and she climaxed once more.

"Mark! Mark! Ah! Yes! Oh god! Yes! Yes!" Gennie put her hand over her mouth, biting down upon her own chassie to try and muffle her pleasure as Mark slid one hand down, freeing it to press two fingers to her cunt and thrust them in! Gennie clenched on his fingers as she came again, and then her hand flew from her mouth to grab onto the sheets of her small bed and she groaned out: "Mark Styles, if you do not thrust your cock into something, I will go insane!" She panted, heavily.

"Oh really?" Mark asked, grinning as he stood, tugging his shirt over his head as he did so, revealing his heavily scarred, muscular chest.

"You don't understand, Mark," Gennie panted, laying upon her side, her chromed body gleaming brightly, her breasts heaving as she looked up at him, her camera-lens eyes glittering brightly. "I am programmed to serve people -- to be a servant. To lay back, to simply take the pleasure...it's..." She looked aside, blushing. "It's...so...wrong."

Mark's grin grew wider, sliding his leggings down. His cock sprang free into the air, throbbing. Eager. He crawled onto the bed, cradling the relatively lightweight robot girl against him. Her cool metal skin became warm against his as he held her, nuzzling against her neck, fondling her tit gently. "That's why it felt so good, Gennie...and why I'm going to do this..." He dragged her upon her lap, sliding his cock between her thighs as he held her. She squirmed, trying to impale herself on him -- but Mark held her perfectly still against him, gripping her close! His fingers delved down, thrusting into her robo-cunt as she gasped and squirmed.

"M-Mark! What are you...ah...doing!?" She moaned, throwing her head back, her coppery hair rasping against his cheek. "I...I can feel your cock, but...c'mon, at least grind against me!" She whined, desperately. "Mark!"

Mark nibbled her ear, teasing the hardened metal of it, then growled softly. "Oh no, my little GEN-E 5. This is all for you." He thrust his fingers faster and faster and her hands went over her face to cover her shame and pleasure as she cama, spurting her warm lube along his rock hard cock. He licked her neck, his finger sliding down to her clit. He ticked her down to one again, then thrust back up to eleven as his cock slid against her, and just as he had expected, the pause in sensation made the return of it all the more forceful as she shuddered, her hands gripping her own face tightly.

"M-Mark! You beast!" She moaned into her palms.

"I wonder what other programs you have that might be fun to break," Mark murmured. Then, the idea struck him and his grin grew most wicked. "Do you know this is utter...fucking torment for me? Feeling your warm pussy right next to my cock -- and not being able to fuck you?" He crooned into her ear. "Blue balls for Earth Men is some of the most painful in the solar system..."

"Noooo!" Gennie moaned, her body trembling. She rocked herself against him with more eagerness, her sex growing even hotter, the whirring fans of her arousal growing more fierce and whining.

"Yess...you're causing me a great deal of pain right now," Mark whispered in her ear, cupping her breast with one hand, squeezing her firmly. "Such a flagrent breach of the Third Law!"

"Ahhhh!" She shuddered and came, purely from those words it seemed, her eyes rolling back into her head. Her body practically went limp, save for the twitches of her hips, grinding against him even more eagerly -- and Mark knew that while his words had been mostly in jest...there was a limit to even his masculine chivalry. And so, he leaned into the act, thrusting her forward, so that her hands and kenes splayed against the bed, grabbing her chrome hips and then pressing the warm, blazing hot tip of his cock against her rubbery robot pussy!

"I can't bear it anymore," Mark growled. "I'm going to steal some company property...and fuck this liscenced ass so hard you can't even clock in!" He thrust, hard enough to suit his words, and his balls clapped against her thighs. The faint sting was worth the orgamic moan of pure bliss, Gennie's head throwing back as she cried out.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Jailbreak me! Ah! Fucking ruin my warranty! Yes! Yes! Yes!" She gasped as Mark grabbed onto her shoulder with one hand, her coppery wire hair with the other, jerking her head back roughly. "Fuck!"

Mark for one was more than happy to do every last thing she requested. He mashed her face down, so that she was bent into a near perfect right angle, and he could deliver the most powerful thrusts he could offer to her. Her cunt took his cock with a thrist and hunger he had only seen in space women and, some lucky few Earth women, and Mark reveled in her slippery, synthetic smoothness. She balled her hands on the sheets, her knuckles sparking with the exertion as she groaned into the bed -- and Mark felt his own arousal peaking. He grabbed her hips with both hands, grunted, then thrust deep inside of her.

For the first time in quite a while, Gennie was a true woman -- for only a true woman could feel the bliss of being filled thus by warm, hot, spunky, virile cum! The seed overflowed her internal resivore -- considerably smaller than the wombs of womanhood not blessed with the touch of the Machine -- and spilled down her thighs and splashed upwards in time with Mark's churning thrusts, making a true and most lewd mess of her entire crotch -- a mess only accentuated when Mark, snarling, pulled forth and then spun her onto her back. His hand worked his lubed cock and drew forth another spurt of thick Earthman cum, painting the silvery, sensual space woman with her just reward: A glittering coat of spunk!

"Oh Mark! Oh Mark..." Gennie panted, her hands sliding along her chest, rubbing the cum into her body, smearing it around, licking it from her fingers with her dextrious rubber tongue, while Mark slowly let himself fall to the side, whuffing down as he collapsed to the bed.

"God, Gennie, I needed that!" He laughed.

"Ah..." Gennie moaned, her finger playing along her clit, ticking it up and down speculatively. "As did I, Mark. Oh..." She sighed, softly. "Oh..."

Mark laughed, then nuzzled against her cheek, drawing her in close. His voice was soft. "I do plan to be on station for quite a while, you know."

"Hee hee..." Gennie whispered. "But I'll be fired if I do this every day." She bit her lip. "Then sent to the scrapyards..."

"I'd never let that happen," Mark said, sitting up. "Me and my friends never would."

Her eyes looked up into his, bright and shining. "B-But you just met me! And I am but a humble robot girl."

"Yeah, well, it's something we have in common," Mark said. "Me and my friends all hate the kind of bullying greed that your bosses have." He squeezed her hand.

"What, are you part of the Underground or something?" Gennie asked, laughing.

"...maybe," Mark said, his eyes glinting. Gennie's camera lens eyes winked on and of again in purest shock, and she sat up, her joints whirring.

"What?" she asked. "Y-You're from...the Underground?"

"Me and my friends hope to find them," Mark said. "I hope that's not too firghtening."

"I...I hate Zardo and all that he stands for," Gennie said, quietly. "It's his laws that allowed me to be purchased from birth. And...we've all heard rumors about the Underground -- but no one knows where they are, exactly. I do so hope that you find them, Mark." She cupped his cheek. "Even if it is dangerous."

Mark nodded, slowly. "Well, it's not something I need to worry about just yet." He grinned. "After all...I believe you were asking me to jailbreak you."

"O-Oh!" Gennie laughed. "T-That was just...dirty talk. A-And besides, I cannot be deprogrammed through your...cock...alone."

"We'll have to see about that."

And Mark pounced -- the lust of several pent up weeks blazing within him.

Gennie gasped and struggled...

But not too much.

***

The crawl through the tunnel beneath Mars was an endless torment of anxious uncertainty for Claudette T.S Grant. Had it been right after she had left her finishing school, she might have died from fright right then and there...but then again, maybe not. Claudette had always had, according to her long lost employer and mentor Jasmine Starr, hidden depths that none had expected. She called upon these to keep herself moving forward, palm by palm, knee by knee, and spend the entire time trying to not jump and start at every faint hiss of flesh on stone or groan aloud at the feeling of the humiliating butt-plug tail that was firmly seated within her.