Chapter 2 - Part 2

The autopilot light on the dashboard of Samus’ ship blinked ‘engaged’ as it hurtled through deep space some dozen or so light years galactically south-south-west of the horse head nebula, en-route to the rendezvous point given to her by her trusted mentor and former commanding officer, Admiral Adam Malkovich, during the meeting she had just come from in his office at Galactic Federation Headquarters on Mars.

Through her cabin window the nebula glowed majestically. Aeons-old clouds of dust particles plumed and sparkled. They bathed the interior of Samus’ ship in an otherworldly glow. Bright fuchsia pinks intermingled with fluorescent lime greens, deeply crimson reds, oceanic blues, luminous violets and rich, mahogany browns. Samus had the interior lights turned off to enjoy the show. She was virtually naked, save for a light blue sports bra and matching thong panties, putting her body through its paces in the hi-tech training area of her ship’s armoury. Her smooth, lightly tan skin gleamed with perspiration. Her toned feminine musculature glistened in the darkness, her sleek curves silhouetted against the backdrop of the nebula as she sparred with a large group of mechanical training droids.

The units she disabled reared up as fast as Samus could put them down. They were programmed to self-repair and attack in randomised groups. Three or four at a time they surrounded the barely clothed woman, lashing out with sharp claws, metal feet; fists, heads, tails, legs all moving in fast, synchronised unison – attacking Samus’ apparent weak points but somehow not managing to land a single blow on the bounty hunter’s twisting body as she evaded them with seemingly casual ease.

Some of the droids were humanoid in design, with bipedal exoskeletons, ball-jointed arms and legs, hands with tendons made from sinuous-looking pistons that clicked and hissed with smoothly oiled precision. Glowing red eyes inset in their shiny metal skulls left ghostly trails as they strafed swiftly through the darkness. Others had stranger, more alien-looking designs. Spider-like chassis sporting more than a dozen freakishly flexible limbs scuttled across the training mats, whipping out at Samus’ feet, their tentacles unbalancing the bounty hunter and leaving her open for the taller models, who threw kicks and punches, dodged and feinted, worked in pairs to attack her from both sides at once – using every dirty trick in the book to get the better of the tall blonde, but still not managing to so much as graze her flesh as she out-maneuvered them time and again.

All the bots had one thing in common, however: sprouting from their midsections, incongruously at odds with the shiny steel plating of their exoskeletons, hung big, thick, semi-hard humanoid cocks. Samus had learned the hard way early on in her career what could happen to a lone female bounty hunter in a profession populated largely by testosterone-fueled males. She had sutured the appendages onto her training droids herself, several years ago, after being gang-raped by a whole squadron of space pirate mercenaries during one of her first missions. They served to remind Samus of the dangers of the battlefield and, on more than one occasion, she had been forced to endure a prolonged robot gang-bang after letting her guard down during a training session.

Keeps me sharp, she thought, ducking under another hard roundhouse kick sent swishing through the air six inches above her head by one of the larger droids. Working with her own momentum, Samus swung around on the ball of her foot and slammed a ferocious side-kick into the robot’s midsection. It flew back, ten feet in less than a second, hitting the circle of droids surrounding her and punching a hole through them. Samus saw her chance and made a dash for it. Running full tilt she leapt over the downed robot, pushing away hands and arms as they grabbed at her legs in mid-air, but before she could clear the pack below something lashed out and wrapped itself around her ankle.

“Unnnghh!" She pitched forward, landing hard on her front, her full tits impacting painfully on the hot metal chassis of the droid she had just incapacitated. “Son of a bitch!” Immediately she tried to scramble to her feet, almost making it up to her hands and knees before being knocked back down again by a scorpion-like robot jumping onto her back. It clung on, its thick metal tentacles whipping out from either side of its torso and wrapping themselves tight around Samus’ chest and arms. They wound over, under, and between her breasts in a figure-eight pattern, before circling back around the circumference of her full tits, and drawing in tight.

“UUUNNGGHHH...!!” Samus felt all the air being crushed from her lungs, like she had been caught in the deadly embrace of a boa constrictor. The ropes bit deep into her yielding tits, plumping them out like a couple of squeezed-tight water balloons under the tight blue fabric of her sports bra – which clung wetly to her skin, bulging with heavy cleavage as the tentacles squirmed, digging in further, chafing her nipples.

Testing the limits of her bondage, Samus felt barely an inch of give. Her arms were bound tight to her sides, her palms pressed flat against the plains of her thighs. She could squirm around a little and move her legs but the droids were closing in now, not giving her the room she needed to roll over and get to her feet. She felt a large hand on her lower back. It took hold of her slim waist and lifted her up, then effortlessly flipped her over onto her back. Looking up, Samus now saw she was completely surrounded. All eight of the droids stood in a tight circle above her, leering down - if their blunt metallic faces were capable of such expression. They blocked out the ceiling. Half a dozen obscenely large humanoid cocks dangled like so many cuts of raw meat in front of Samus’ face.

“Oh, God...," she moaned, bucking against her bonds, feeling them draw tighter by the second. “No, please. Not again...”

The droids’ cocks started pulsing to life. Lengthening steadily they reared up like a nest of rattlesnakes roused by the presence of some easy prey, bumping into each other in their eagerness to get at the fresh meat laid out before them. After jostling for position for a moment, the largest of the units, an eight foot tall combat droid with massively broad shoulders and genitalia dangling down well below its knees even when flaccid, elbowed its way to the front of the group.

It squatted over Samus’ prone torso, stroking its eighteen inch long shaft to rubbery hardness as the bounty hunter’s eyes widened with fear. She kept her lips resolutely pursed as the droid slid the bulbous tip of its dick up over her naked abs, then shoved it underneath her bra and in-between her tits started fucking her lush cleavage. Its upward thrusts were long and brutish - hard, spearing strokes which pleasured the full length of its huge horse-cock. Squashing Samus’ jiggling tits together with both hands, the robot rested most of its weight on belly and shoved its dick roughly up between them. Its meaty cock head kept popping out over the top of her cleavage. Oozing precum, the droid’s piss slit smeared Samus’ chest with thick droplets of sticky, oily, pungent robot-spunk.

“Son of a..." Samus knew what was about to happen – if she let it. “Gnnn! not today, you bastards!”

Bringing her legs up behind the robot’s torso, Samus hooked her ankles around its shoulders, positioned her heels under its chin and pushed upwards, bending its neck back. Stressed metal groaned loudly; then the droid’s jaw almost broke when she slammed a couple of hard, double-footed kick into its chin – once, twice, three, four times. The robot’s grip loosened, Samus could feel its balance starting to go as it toppled over backwards. But then another pair of hands clamped around her ankles.

“Wha....!" she struggled in the strong, cold grip. Her thigh muscles tensed with effort, her long muscular legs strained and bucked, her forehead popping new sweat as she fought against the hands. She bit her lower lip and dug in, hearing pneumatic servos hiss, gears grind, cog-teeth slip and shear. Metal pistons torqued with a hollow click-click-clicking sound. It was an even contest for a while, but slowly, inevitably, Samus could feel her strength begin to fail. Her concentration slipped, her resolve broke – and her legs were pried slowly open.

“Nggyyyaahhh!!" she cried out in frustration, giving in to the droid’s strength as it overpowered her. She gasped, helpless. “Goddamnit! Why did I have to order the strongest units they had!”

Twisting her neck to peer around the torso of the robot fucking her tits, Samus caught a glimpse of the one holding her ankles. It was a quadruped model, a security bot used for patrol duties, with four thick, brutish limbs attached at each corner of a chunky, dog-like chassis. Its face was a chimerical mixture of apish and canine features.

Using its two front hands to spread Samus’ legs almost to a full splits position, the dog-bot buried its mouth between her thighs and started lapping at her barely covered pussy. Its tongue was warm, roughly textured, fleshy and strong against Samus' mound as it lapped at her like a puppy drinking messily from a bowl of water.

“Shit!" Samus hissed, screwing up her nose, turning her head from side to side. The bulbous cock head of the robot sitting on her chest while fucking her tits kept hitting her in the face. “Shit, Unngh, Mmphh!!” The fist-sized appendage slapped against the underside of her chin. It was hot and hard on her jawline, surprisingly real-feeling and annoyingly persistent. The droid’s hard-pumping hips forced it higher and higher until it bounced up over Samus’ jaw and slapped her full in the face. She pursed her lips even tighter and tried to hold her breath as the fleshy organ slid around her mouth and rubbed its slippery-hot underside all over her full red lips and soft peach-down cheeks. Oily droplets of droid pre-cum smeared over the blonde’s beautiful features as its cybernetic balls malfunctioned a little in excitement.

“NnnMMnmmmffhh!" The smooth and clear liquid's scent invaded Samus’ nostrils. Dammit! It was just like the real thing, she noticed, strong-smelling, protein-rich, salty and organic. “These things are like a pack of big dumb dogs when I give them half a chance to fuck me”, she moaned.

Another pair of hands grabbed Samus’ skull. She looked up, her eyes rolling with trepidation as she peered back at the newcomer. What she saw worried her. It was one of the newer models she had bought recently, a stealth droid designed specifically for infiltration missions. It had a lithe, dwarf-sized, humanoid body, no more than three feet tall. Its spindly legs and chimp-like arms reminded Samus of the goblins she had seen in fairy tale holovids as a child growing up with her adopted parents on Zebes – but the heavily dangling, eleven-inch long cock shaft bobbing up and down between the unit’s thighs had never featured in her childhood fantasies. The droid now stood with its back to her. It started shuffled backwards, holding Samus’ head in place with its fists buried deep in her thick, glossy blond hair. It positioned its stocky haunches over her face, then squatted down and began rubbing the thick head of its cock messily over Samus’ pouty lips, testing for an entry point.

Enough! the bounty hunter decided. Too many goddamn cocks! The last thing I need right now is another robot gang-bang... and besides, I’ve got a mission to carry out!

Looking up, all she could see was the fleshy head of the stealth droid’s meat flopping blindly around on her face. As she watched clear beads of pre-cum emerged from the cock’s puckered piss-slit. Its swarthy scrotum underhanging the droid’s hips was like a leather satchel with a couple of golf balls in it, resting heavily on Samus' small chin.

“Computer!" she yelled through the mass of bodies. “End combat simulation program *mmphh!* one dash zero zero *ermsh* th-three five zero!!” She could barely even articulate words around the mushroom-shaped fist of head meat pushing at her mouth and the heavy droid-balls rolling all over her face.

“Authorisation required to end combat simulation," her shipboard AI responded with a flat tone. “Please state your security clearance for your order to be completed.”

“Oh, Goddamn mother... shit! UNGHH!!” Samus bucked violently, her body arching upwards from her lower back as though an electric shock had just passed through her. The dog droid between her legs had pushed the crotch of her blue thong to one side and was now nudging eagerly at her pussy, easing the swollen red head of its cock down between her tight, pomegranate-pink pussy-lips. It held them open between two fingers, filling her out slowly at first. Then, with a quick, brutal shunt, it shoved itself down into her, hilted its meat balls-deep in Samus' tight, hot pussy.

“NNMMMAAAHHH!!" She almost came just from the penetration. “A-Authorisation, *Gnn!* Aran, Samus, *Mmn-Mphh!* c-code... zero-zero-four *gasp!* two-alpha almmmpphh...!!” The goblin standing over Samus’ face squatted down on its haunches and forced nearly eight inches of its cock down into her open mouth.

“MMMnnpphhhh!!" she choked on it, her full lips expanding. They stretched out taut around the downward-thrusting shaft, forming a plump red oval about halfway down the droid’s length, then started rolling inwards and pouting wetly outwards as it shoved more of its cock down into her mouth and started pumping its hips – fucking Samus’ small throat with deep, gullet-probing strokes. She gagged and mumbled on the hot length of robo-dick as it plundered her mouth, filling out her throat. It cut off her air supply as she struggled not to panic, her head held firmly in place between the droid’s big metal hands as it hilted itself repeatedly in her hot mouth, not even giving the blonde a moment to adjust to its intrusive presence or gasp down a breathe of much needed oxygen. Its balls slapped heavily against her chin as it hilted its meat time and again. Her smooth elegant neck bulged out lewdly around the plunging shaft as it curled down into the back of her mouth, pushed into her tight gullet, then backed up in the interior of her hot, wet, spit-lubed oesophagus.

Looking up, Samus swore she could see a little glimmer of malevolence in the droid’s glowing red eyes as it pistoned down on her repeatedly. She choked on its foot-long meat, gulped and spluttered on it as it fucked her throat so hard that spit flooded her nasal cavity, bubbled up through her sinuses and burst out from both of her nostrils in thick, glistening strings.

Every fucking time, she thought with chagrined resignation. She really would have to see about changing the droids’ programming one of these days.

A little glimmer of humour sparkled in Samus’ bright blue eyes. Well... maybe after just one more session.

***

Sitting in his office at Galactic Federation Headquarters on Mars, Admiral Adam Malkovich leaned forward in his leather recliner and peered at the screen on his desktop. It showed a high-def feed of the interior of Samus’ ship, streamed live via the cameras that Nastasja had installed there earlier in the day while the hunter and Adam had their meeting in his office. It showed pornography. Blonde hair bunched up in metal fists. Full red lips pouting wetly around a thick-veined cock shaft. Bright azure eyes tearing up, their defiance evident yet powerless. A slim white throat gulping desperately for air, wracked by an irresistible gag reflex. Full, supple tits jiggling and bouncing in time with the thoughtless fuck-thrusts of a mechanical sex machine. Shiny pink nipples tautly erect. A waxed-smooth pussy mound glistening with juices, its wet lips plump and luscious – clamped down tight around the girth of a foot-long cock as it pistoned back and forth between them.

Samus was on her back with coils of shiny metal rope wrapped around her torso, holding her arms to her sides. One huge droid was straddling her chest, fucking her tits. One smaller, dog-like droid crouched between her thighs, holding the bounty hunter’s long legs wide apart as it balled out her pussy with hard, deep, fast thrusts. One goblin-looking robot was squatting over her face, pumping its cock down into her open mouth so deep that it was literally fucking her throat – making her neck bulge visibly with its selfish, full-length strokes.

Adam zoomed in – and jerked off. As he watched, the goblin-droid stepped over Samus’ face. Keeping its cock lodged about eight inches down her throat, it turned around and repositioned itself with its balls resting on her forehead. Then it placed both of its hands on the underside of her jaw and pushed down. Samus’ world was turned upside-down. Adam heard her gurgle with protest as her spine was bent back almost to breaking point, at a harsh ninety degree angle. She choked heavily on the droid’s meat as it started sliding down into her stuffed throat again. She had to take it all the way down into the middle of her oesophagus, which clearly took a lot of self control given the wrist-thick girth of the shaft in question. Adam watched as her smooth white neck bulged out lewdly in time with the little droid’s probing thrusts. She probably would have suffocated if it hadn’t pulled back every so often, until just its plum-sized head stopped up her lips and allowed her to gasp in a few sputtering breathes of much needed oxygen, before it rammed itself home again, hilting its meat deep in the clenched-tight salivating fuck-hole of Samus’ throat.

Close up, Adam panned down. Samus’ tits were now being power-fucked by the droid sitting on her chest. Its long, thick-veined cock was sliding eighteen inches at a time back and forth in the valley of her lush cleavage with each hard shunting thrust. The cups of her sports bra had been pulled down under her breasts by now; they held them together like a push-up bra, moulding Samus’ perfect tits into a tight sheathe of soft, enveloping female flesh which held the droid’s meat like double clenched fists. It drove up and down, lubed by Samus’ sweat and copious amounts of its own precum, between the struggling bounty hunter’s luscious mammaries. The robot also had its hands on Samus’ breasts, its palms on either side of them, pushing them together. Its brushed steel fingertips sank about an inch deep into her plump side boobs, hot metal thumbs circling and flicking at her shiny pink nipples.

As Adam watched the droid freed its cock from between Samus’ tits and, brandishing the shaft menacingly like a truncheon, started slapping the heavy purplish head of it down against her nipples again and again, making each taut tit-tip blush even hotter, swell even fuller with coaxed up blood. Samus squirmed helplessly as it swiped the underside of its bulbous-headed organ back and forth over her nipples. Then she let out a muffled squeal of frustration when it pushed itself into her puckered breast buds, almost inverting them as it pressed its meat down into her yielding tit-flesh, before tracing the tight circles of her aureoles, making her goose-pimpled skin shine with its clear beading precum. Finally the droid sandwiched its meat back between Samus’ tits and started working just the top six inches very quickly in and out of her smooth, luscious lubed-up cleavage.

“Gohddamnnn...” Adam couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy at the robot’s luck – fucking Samus Aran’s perfect white tits, its meaty cock-tip surrounded by her smooth soft skin, popping out over the top of them with each of its thrusts before being submerged back down between them with each withdrawal. He jerked himself off in frustration, imagining that was him; his cock fucking the hot blonde’s perfect tits – and he was not in the least surprised when the droid’s dick on screen erupted wetly. A spurting lance of creamy white jizz shot from its piss-slit, followed by another and then another. The steaming-hot liquid splattered all over Samus’ chest. The droid’s hips seized up. Its lower body bucked again and again as shot after shot of hot white goo lanced from its cock head, still lodged snug between Samus’ heaving breasts. The thick spermy liquid spurted out over the top of her heart-shaped cleavage messily, spraying like cream from a tamped-down fire hose. It splooged the bounty hunter’s chest and splattered up to her neckline, generously covering her tan skin with a symmetrical layer of off-white spunk, until her tits were literally bleached: uniform white, sticky, shiny, wet and steaming with hot cum.

The droid de-mounted. It looked shaky on its feet as it stepped over Samus’ bound torso. Adam could sympathise. He panned down over Samus’ abs. They were perfectly toned, not quite washboard but divided noticeably down the middle. Flat, trim, flexed with suppleness, her belly rippled like the surface of a shallow river flowing over a bed of large round pebbles. Before he could lower the frame any further however, a pair of droid hands were grabbing Samus’ hips, lifting her up and flipping her over onto her front. With her arms still bound to her sides the bounty hunter had to lay face down on the training mats, her plump breasts crushed out on either side of her torso beneath her full body weight. She writhed for some purchase, kicking out with both of her powerful legs, but the three droids held her down. They had her pinned.

Adam zoomed out. Taking in the full length of Samus’ 6’3” frame he saw that the goblin bot was still fucking her mouth. Its fingers were interlocked behind her head now, holding the bounty hunter in place as she glared up at it. Her throat bulged out almost like a stork’s as the bot’s thick meat filled it over and over again. Hot tears brimmed in her sharp azure eyes as she struggled to control her gag reflex, swallowing quickly in time with the droid’s thrusts but not quite managing to keep up. It switched up its strokes, going deep and slow one minute, forcing itself down into the back of Samus' throat with long, probing thrusts, then fast and shallow the next, working just the underside of its cock head in with a quick sawing motion over the root of Samus’ tongue in an effort to pleasure itself, make her gag, and break her concentration all at once. Adam wondered who had programmed these things. Behind her the dog droid had hold of Samus’ hips. It pulled them up from her prone position, lying flat on her belly, then forced Samus’ legs apart with its knees inside her long thighs. She had to arch her lower back and thrust her ass up as the droid entered her again and started ramming her dimpled rump energetically.

It was then that Adam realised it. Samus had lost control of the situation. Getting double-teamed like this, fucked hard at both ends with her hands restrained, her pussy stuffed, her throat filled out to the point of bulging, all she could do was pant and writhe in the robots’ grasps and accept their abuse of her body as they reemed her without mercy.

Then he noticed something else. “Ohhh... fuck yeahhh...”

The scorpion-like robot with its lengths of metal rope coiled around Samus’ torso had inverted its tail. Instead of curling forward over its two-foot long body to sway venomously above its head, it now hovered bent back near the rear of its shiny metal carapace – directly above Samus’ ass. He also noticed that the tail ended not with a stinger, as he had expected, but with a big, thick, bulbous-headed cock instead. This one was about ten inches long, small by the standards of the other droids, but it compensated with an exceptional fatness at its base and a worrying downward curvature with a slightly tapering tip, like a rhino’s horn with a mushroom-shaped end.

“Ohh... yeahh..." Adam grinned with anticipation, watching as the scorpion-bot blindly probed and prodded at Samus’ ass, searching out the tight pink hole between her well-rounded, peach-shaped asscheeks. He zoomed in again, getting an extreme close-up of the bounty hunter’s lower body – a side on view of just her long, beautifully toned legs spread wide apart with the dog droid’s knees holding them open. Her full thong-flossed gymnast’s ass was thrust up high above her arched lower back, bouncing healthily with each of the canine’s flesh-slapping thrusts. “Yeahh..." Adam muttered, leaning in, beating off hard. “Fuck that tight ass...”.

The dog droid helped out. Taking two palmfuls of Samus’ toned cheeks in each of its hands, it worked its thumbs down between them and into her supple ass-cleavage, spread them, hooked the back of Samus’ thong over to one side, exposing the bounty hunter’s puckered anal ring. Adam zoomed out again. He wanted to see the expression on Samus’ face when she was penetrated anally. He wasn’t disappointed.

With her full ruby lips stretched out to a wide oval around the girth of the goblin-bot’s pumping meat, Samus gagged on it with shock as the third droid’s fat cock head steadily pressed into her sphincter. Her blue eyes rounded with panic. Their azure irises and pure ivory whites appeared to bulge as tears of frustration welled up along their lower lids. Her nostrils flared. The smooth planes of her cheeks, already flushed warm pink with forced arousal, now coloured an even deeper shade, an almost girlish fuchsia Knowledge of her impending sodomy finally broke Samus’ resolve, shattering any residual composure she might have been holding onto, and made her ready to beg – if only she could. The scorpion bot found its entry point. It nudged the wide snake-head of its squat brutish cock in past the ring of Samus’ sphincter and forced it down into the bounty hunter’s tight ass.

Adam knew all too well how tough Samus was. He had trained with her at the beginning of her military career, sparred with the bounty hunter on countless occasions, seen her take on up to five of her male classmates at once in hand-to-hand combat training at the academy, not to mention go toe-to-toe with space pirates and worse. She'd personally driven some of the most dangerous species in the galaxy to extinction, destroyed entire planets when pushed, faced armies of hostile forces that would have destroyed anyone less – and he had never, ever, not even once, seen her lose. In fact, in most of the battles Adam had witnessed, Samus had barely even broken a sweat.

But now, getting triple-teamed like this, gang-banged doggy-style by three relentless mechanical combat droids turned sex machines, fucked hard in her mouth, ass and pussy all at the same time with no way to fight back or even defend herself against her assailants’ ravenous appetites, even Samus Aran looked like she was having a hard time keeping up.

Her slim muscular waist was buckling and flexing, crushed to a low arch by the sheer forcefulness of the robots thrusting into her, fucking her hard from both ends. Her powerful thighs now splayed open in a wide splits posture, held that way by the droid behind her, her knees bent in ecstasy, her toes curling in search of something to hold on to as the droid used her inner thighs as hand holds, bracing itself against her hips as it fucked her pussy ever harder. She tensed up, her lower belly rolling, undulating in rhythmic convulsions. Her peachy ass cheeks flexed and dimpled, squeezing tight, almost too tight, around the cock shaft buried deep in her ass, strangling it in the best possible way. Samus’ whole body jerked and shuddered. Drenched in sweat, toned to perfection, her sleek musculature rippling supplely, her smooth skin sheened over with prismatic refulgence – backlit by the ethereal glow of the horse head nebula as it streamed in iridescently through the window behind her – against her own will, Samus Aran released a wave of pent up, held in, forced out energy.

She was cumming, Adam realised: hard, repeatedly, finally pushed over the edge by the droids’ relentless sexual onslaught. They seemed to realise this too. They upped their pace, tightening their grips on the bounty hunter’s hips, ass, arms, tits and head as they drove their cybernetic pseudo-cocks again and again into the stuffed-full, overworked, over-stimulated hot pink orifices of her body. Finally, the goblin fucking Samus’ mouth hilted its cock balls-deep in the blonde’s throat and held her down. Its hips trembled with repeated mechanical twitches, like a malfunctioning pressing machine trying to work with a broken cog somewhere in its system – and Samus’ eyes bulged wide with panic. Zooming in on her throat Adam could see her swallowing fast and repeatedly, her slender white neck gulping at a desperate pace as she struggled to keep up with the droid’s copiously spurting seed, but in the end it was no good. Thick white liquid bubbled up in Samus’ nose and shot out in twin streams from her nostrils. Spewing like congealed milkshake down over her lips and mouth, it dripped wetly from the underside of her chin, splattered all over her tits and puddled on the floor beneath them. She gagged and coughed on the free-flowing liquid, her cheeks flushed from lack of oxygen, her eyes half-furious, half-pleading, as she glared up at the small robot emptying its balls in her airway.

As if set off by this, the two droids behind her - working the blonde’s tight pussy and stretched-out ass with thrusts that let her feel the full length of both their cocks - picked up their pace even further, filling Samus’ two tight fuck holes with so much meat that only a thin membrane of flesh appeared to separate the quickly plunging shafts when Adam zoomed in for a closer look.

“Having a good time, Admiral?”

The smooth, Russian accented voice made Adam jump. He banged his knees on the underside of his desk. He almost fell off his chair.

In the lower right-hand corner of his computer screen a small window had appeared. In it, the beautiful green-eyed face of Nastasja Fox was staring up at him. His eyes flicked back and forth between the brunette’s image and the hardcore porn scene displayed next to it. He didn’t stop jerking off

“Oh, yes, uh... hello Lieutenant." He was about ten seconds away from cumming. “I-I’m just discussing some er... battle tactics with one of my new staff at the moment. I-if you could call back in, say... twenty minutes I would be only too happy to give you my undivided attention.”

Nastasja just stared back at him. Her lips pouted a little, as though in thought, then her sensuous mouth opened slowly. “Oh, so you won’t mind if I patch through General Kobayashi, sir?”

“What?!" Adam blanched. “No, no... this is a private call, Lieutenant. I... I need some time to...”

“It’s just I have the General waiting for you on a high priority encoded comms channel, sir. Right now." Nastasja said the words slowly as Adam fumbled his cock back inside his trousers, almost snagging his fly on its protruding tip as he zipped himself up too quickly.

“P-perhaps you can ask the General *Gnn!* to er, to wait," he stammered. “Just until I’ve... uh, well, until I’ve...”

“Finished jerking off?," Nastasja interrupted with a contemptuous smirk.

Adam’s whole face, from throat to hairline, flushed cardiac red. His neck almost glowed against the stiff white collar of his dress uniform. “Excuse me, Lieutenant," he tried to bluff his way out, “but I don’t think I appreciate your tone. It is, er... not appropriate for you to insinuate that I, your C.O., would ever – ever conduct myself in such a way during office hours... I find it, frankly er...”

He saw Nastasja’s eyes – and flinched back from the screen, trailing off.

“Oh, just shut the hell up, Adam." The brunette’s voice dropped an octave, going from meek and secretarial to seductive and domineering in a heartbeat. “I’ve been watching you for the past forty minutes, you goddamn moron, over the camera installed in your vid screen. I know exactly what you’ve been doing.”

She flicked a switch and another picture appeared on Adam’s screen, inset next to hers – a grim faced, silver-haired old man with steely gray eyes. His jaw looked like it had been carved from solid granite, and he had enough medals on his chest to smelt down for a small fortune of gold and platinum. Nastasja’s tone turned harsh, although her face remained prim and respectable.

“Now, as you can see, I really do have General Kobayashi on the line. He’s currently watching a muted image of me informing my commanding officer that his call has been connected to one of the most decorated military men of the era.” Adam gulped, his hard-on losing juice by the second. “And," Nastasja continued, “if you don’t stop fucking around, screwing up the plan that I, and countless others before me, have been working to bring to fruition for the past two years, then I will be forced to play the General a full hi-definition recording of your activities over the past half hour.”

Adam’s face went from flushed to blanched in two seconds flat.

“Do I make myself clear... Admiral...?”

Adam worked his mouth for a moment, searching for a snappy comeback, but his hard-on had drooped in his shorts by now. He felt defeated. He just hung his head in shame. “Y-yes, Nastasja...”

Nastasja’s gaze held him like a velvet glove, her eyes sparkling with triumph. “Now, Admiral, I am going to inform the General that there has been an unfortunate mix-up with the station’s comms channels, and this should get him off your back just long enough for you to contact your good friend involved in the rather energetic robot gang-bang on your screen there, and inform her of the small change we have made to the objectives of her upcoming mission... sir”.

Adam just nodded, admittedly pussy-whipped. “Yes, Nastasja...”. He considered pulling rank on his brunette secretary, a mere lieutenant, but quickly realised how ridiculous this would seem considering what she had just witnessed him pulling a couple of minutes ago.

Nastasja flashed him a derisive little cock-teasing smirk, and then she was gone. Adam was left staring at a full screen image of Samus getting gang-banged by the three droids again.

He knew what would happen when he placed the call, but accepted now that he no longer had any choice. He rebuttoned his slacks, wincing as his unsated cock burned and tingled beneath the coarse fabric, then tapped out the top secret hyperspace comms code for the single most important ship in the Galactic Federation fleet.


***


Samus was only vaguely aware of the high-pitched beeping sound that her comms station was making. But the half dozen training droids still gathered around the blonde bounty hunter’s prone body, using her mouth, pussy, ass, hands, tits and feet as sex aides to get themselves off on, immediately froze up in mid-fuck. Their glowing red eyes hazed over, dimming rapidly to embers, then extinguishing completely. They swayed for a moment, stationary above her, like a group of marionettes whose master had tired of pulling strings. Then, one by one, they toppled over and hit the ground with a succession of dull metallic clangs. Only their cocks remained animate and rigidly erect, the three hard shafts buried deep in Samus’ ass, pussy and throat still throbbing steadily with hot-pumping droid blood, an unfortunate design made it even more difficult for her to squirm her way free from under the group. She made it out eventually, emerging from the mass of bodies gasping for breath and coughing up spunk. Her thighs shuddered as she crawled weakly away from them on all fours, her whole body flushed hot pink with post-coital sensory overload.

“Uungh...”, she made it over to the towel rack on the far side of the room and grabbed one. Wiping the still-warm droid-spunk from her face and chest, she snagged a bottle of mineral water from the comms panel, took a swig, and swilled it around inside her mouth to get rid of the strong, musky taste of cock.

Then she turned back to the droids. With some satisfaction she spat the liquid out onto the goblin-bot’s overheating chassis. Hot metal hissed; a cloud of white steam plumed from the droid’s torso as its circuitry frazzled. It shook around in a fit of malfunctioning hardware for a few seconds, then collapsed limp and broken to the floor. Even its cock lost power and drooped flaccidly down between the unit’s thighs.

“Serves you right, you perverted little bastard...”, Samus smiled at the small victory, even though she knew it was only her own machinery which would have to be replaced.

Wrapping the white towel around her chest, she first made sure it covered up her nipples, then tied her hair back behind her head. She cleared her throat, prepared herself, and answered the call, evincing no surprise when Admiral Adam Malchovich’s face appeared on the screen; he was one of barely a handful of people who knew how to contact her directly.

“Admiral”, she reached for her game face, hoping her lips didn’t look too stretched out after all that cock-sucking. “What can I do for you, sir?”.

Adam mumbled something she didn’t quite hear, but then seemed to catch himself and said: “I’ll keep this brief, Lady. A moment ago I received a Priority One communiqué from Galactic Federation Headquarters”.

Samus’ ears perked up. “Something to do with my mission, Sir?”.

“That’s right, Lady”. Adam did look a little agitated, Samus noticed; must be important then, she reasoned.

“I’m all ears, Sir. Give it to me straight”.

“Very well”, Adam appeared to be fumbling around with something underneath his desk for a moment, then he continued. “The mission has been deemed too *hun!* important to entrust to a single *mmm!* operative”. He let out a long breath, as though getting this off his chest had been causing the Admiral some concern for a while now. “This is of the utmost, *ung!*, importance, *hun!*, Lady...”

“Er, Sir?”, Samus prompted, when he didn’t continue for several seconds. “What is of the utmost importance...? And do you have some kind of problem with your left arm, Sir?”, she added, concerned by the strange jerking motions her commanding officer was making with his shoulder.

“Oh, this?”, Adam replied quickly, “No, no, this is just... *ung!*... I’m just doing my *huh!* office callisthenics routine”. Both his hands now disappeared below the bottom of the screen, and he appeared to be lifting a weight between his legs with short, regular repetitions. “You know how it is *hnn!*, Lady... Having an office job *ung!* is no excuse *gnn!* to let yourself *shit!* go physically *HNN!* downhill...”

“Oh, of course, Sir”, Samus nodded, “Commendable. And my new orders...?”

Adam was really working his weight now – pumping iron, Samus noted with approval.

“The mission is no longer a solo job. *HNN! UNGH!* You’re scheduled to rendezvous with a backup team on Icarus Station in the Orion Nebula at 07:00 galactic standard time tomorrow morning. *HNN!! NNG!! GYEAHH!! Your contacts will be awaiting your arrival in the station’s *GNN!! OH, FUCK – YEAHH!!* main docking bay!!”. Adam blurted out in quick succession, grunting and panting as Samus wondered at his solid work ethic.

Then something occurred to her, and she leaned forward over the screen. Her towel slipped a little as she did so, revealing a smooth expanse of lightly tan cleavage almost as low as the blonde’s pert nipples. And finally Adam seemed to let go of his weight and relax. A look of much needed release spread over his face as he leaned back in his chair and slumped, no doubt drained by his hard workout, with both arms dangling tiredly over either side of the leather armrests.

But Samus was a lone wolf by habit. She was unaccustomed to working with other operatives simply because she had never needed help from anyone in her life. Leaning even further forward over the screen, fixing Adam with her big Cleopatra-contoured azure blue eyes, she inadvertently giving him a cleavage shot to die for, and said:

“Who?”.

End of part 2.