The Cost of Information

    ///Point of View - Valkyr, Ivursa, Rape, Excessive Semen, Mind Break, Stomach Bulge, Futanari, Large Penis, Begging/Slut/Whore, In Heat, Unconscious, Pet/slave///

Prologue:
  The first time I laid eyes upon the amalgamation of Warframe and robotics, it had been rummaging the contents of a row of lockers situated on the far Eastern side of the Corpus Outpost. Loose chunks of indiscernible flesh, blackened by the use of blast-tipped arrows, gored into the surrounding area. Across the Beast's back laid my late target -- Loki Prime. Upon further inspection of the Warframe, both arms had been severed at the shoulder and a massive hole bored into his sternum. He was a defector of the Lotus that had been marked for execution, and this person, or rather this thing, had gotten to him before me. To complete my mission, I needed to retrieve the head of the defector as proof of his termination.
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  The stench of copper hung heavy in the distilled air as I crept around puddles of blood and the corpses of mangled Corpus soldiers. Masked by my Shade sentinel, I lurked several paces behind the Beast and, fueled by curiosity, I activated the video recording software built into my HUD and took mental notes of its murderous prowess.
  The Beast wielded an exceptionally large version of Ivara's Artemis bow with the key difference being nearly triple the amount of arrows loaded with each draw of the string. A majority of the tips exploded instantaneously upon impact in a three foot diameter, however several rocketed ahead and splintered into numerous shards moments before impact. Though the extent of its agility unknown, the Beast was capable of leaping into the air and propelling itself at great speeds with its hind legs, as well as possessing the ability to vault off of walls and stationary objects. Secure lockers also proved to be no issue as it ripped the doors off of the hinges with its bare hands.
  Several hours passed without any notable activity. The death of Corpus soldiers, the rummaging of lockers and resources, and the general exploration of the base took up most of the Beast's time. It was clearly looking for something, what exactly I hadn't the faintest idea, however its mannerisms were frantic and fast paced as if time was of the essence.
  During the down time between slaughtering the Corpus, collecting its spoils, and getting lost in the maze that was the Outpost, I studied the physical appearance of the Beast to garner a better understanding of its workings.
  From the waist up it had the appearance of the Warframe Ivara, however from the waist down it was an entirely different creature. Two legs, similar to that of a Moa, attached to an elongated torso, resembling that of an equine, while its hind haunches appeared that of a Corpus Bursa. Each leg contained a single forward-facing elbow and a rear-facing knee with a wrist capable of one hundred eighty degree movement. Its feet were flat with a single small round ball on each heel, most likely used for balance, protected by two flat metal rods on each side. On the toe of each foot, a squared spike aimed skyward with a ball joint connecting it to the foot. The entire torso, except for the joints which were of a darker coloration, was covered in a protective shell of synthetic flesh of an unknown durability.
  The strangest of the matter, the Beast appeared to be a hermaphrodite. Showing no signs of pain or discomfort, the Beast effortlessly dragged its sheath-less penis through the blood, meat and muck. The head flared at seemingly random intervals while the entire shaft briefly increased in girth before returning to normal. Towards the rear of its undercarriage and between its thighs an oversized scrotum hung freely, also unprotected, that visibly rose and fell with the Beast's respiring. Higher up the backside was its vagina. The labia appeared swollen with a reddish hue which, alongside the flared rim and pulsating shaft, was a clear indication that the beast was sexually aroused. Two folds of thick synthetic flesh met at the center near the lower end of the slit, covering the bulbous clitoris, which sporadically parted to reveal the crimson organ that heavily contrasted its body. Within the vagina itself, the off-white coloration of its flesh faded into a pinkish hue. Higher up still was the Beast's anus which held a darker shade of its flesh. Every so often the muscular ring flexed and pushed outward with each excessive exertion of force, such as lifting and then hurling one of the Corpus Moa across a ravine.
  The further we progressed into the Outpost, the less I was able to recall about the previous rooms. The entire situation seemed to be repeating itself. The Beast would enter a room, slaughter any present Corpus, then rummage through any containers or lockers in search of whatever it was they took from it before moving on. Alongside that, my body heat was steadily rising yet the Outposts internal temperatures hadn't budged since my arrival. In an effort to alleviate the issue and clear my mind, I briefly shut my eyes, lowered my head, then entered a meditative state.
  The world around me came to a jarring halt as I gasped for air and shot upright. An overwhelming heat enveloped my very core and radiated from my loins. As I stared downward in shock and confusion I found all five digits of both appendages unintentionally spreading my labia as far apart as possible. Several trickles of blood dripped into a large pool between my thighs from where my claws had pierced into the soft flesh. My legs were splayed to either side as I sat on my tiptoes, as if presenting myself. I scanned the room, unmoving, in search of the Beast who was nowhere to be found.
  A shimmer of white energy appeared not six inches from my person and my heart immediately sunk into the pits of my stomach. The Beast uncloaked and stood before me. Prompted by fear, I nimbly rotated by body and pushed off with my left foot in an attempt to make distance between myself and the Beast.
  A dull pain shot through the back of my leg and forcibly returned me to the floor. With my neck craned backward I stared at the Beast who had pinned my leg with the blunt side of its bow, and after crawling onto my hands and knees I briefly fought and struggled against the insurmountable force before succumbing to the pain and lying still. The blood of a Corpus crewman encompassed my vision as I glared at the floor, becoming enraged with a burning hatred. All rational thought was forced aside as an indefinable anger overpowered my own will and sent me into Hysteria.
  The bow budged against the frenzied onslaught of my fully extended claws, yet remained fixed upon my lower leg. Not even the enhanced strength and agility provided by Hysteria was capable of challenging the Beast's undeniable strength. The fruitless struggle continued as I fought mindlessly, acting only on instinct, as the head of the Beast's engorged organ prodded against my still-sopping vulva. The anger boiled against the unwarranted intrusion, causing my torso to twist and turn and my claws to tear into the metal floor, sending scraps of steel flying in every direction.
  The Beast nudged forward and inserted the flared head within my canal. Blinded by fury, I dug the scythe-like talons of my toes into the steel floor and flung my arms towards the Beast's stomach in an attempt to gore and rip into it. Once again the Beast proved too powerful, in the blink of an eye it took hold of my wrists and held them in place, completing its restraints and dashing any hope of my escape.
  The anger gradually subsided as the beast held my body in place, disallowing it to fight and continue fueling its rampage. Upon exiting the Hysteria I briefly lost consciousness and by the time I came to, the Beast had inserted the majority of its erection within my body as the head had pushed broke through cervix and entered into my womb. The slow and undulating movement of the Beast's hips bullied my body into submission, producing an increasingly disgusting amount of pleasure. With each successive stroke my will to fight waned and my mind and body began to break.
  It paused for but a moment to release my wrists, allowing me to support myself once again. Whether it knew how I felt or not wasn't of any concern to it, as my mind was no longer allowing my body to function unless it was to give into the Beast's demands. My head slunk between my shoulders and I reveled at the way my stomach bulged outward with every inward thrust, and before long I found myself pushing back against the shaft at every attempt the Beast made to retrieve it. As the thrusts continued, so did the heat arise from within my very core. The Beast's thrusts had grown in both pace and intensity, so much so that its testicles were producing an audible slapping sound as they banged non-stop against my buttocks. The hilt of the Beast's penis pressing against my buttocks felt so unbearably satisfying that I couldn't stop myself from moaning and screaming at the top of my lungs even if I tried.
  As the moment finally arrived, my mind blanked and I uttered an incoherent garble of expletives and groans. A torrent of blissful warmth flooded into my canal as the Beast reared its hips for one final thrust. A single drawn out and lust-filled scream echoed through the corpse-ridden halls of the Outpost as the head of the Beast's penis speared through the cervix and began flooding my womb with its blistering semen.
  A profound sadness stirred within my mind as I felt the Beast's penis being withdrawn from my body. Several liters of semen poured from my canal as the head plopped onto the ground, leaving my gaping vagina cold and yearning to be once more be filled to the brim. Unable to control myself any longer, I turned on my heels, raised my hips in the air, stood on the tips of my toes and laid on my upper torso, using it for support. I presented myself to the Beast in the hopes it would once more quell the fire which burned from within. I pleaded with all my heart for it to continue, yet it simply stood and glared at me like I was a piece of meat for it to dispose of.
  The Beast spoke for the first time, ordering me to sit and meow like a Kavat. Without skipping a beat, I sat on my buttocks with my knees by my sides, my arms between my legs, and my palms flat against the floor before meowing. The Beast audibly chuckled in response then pet me on the head and told me I was a good girl. It may have been humiliating, but I couldn't shake the sense of uncontrollable joy I felt from receiving its praise. Every fiber of my being wanted to please the Beast and do everything in my power to bring it happiness. Anything I could do that would increase my chances of being with it, I took and did without question.
  Again the Beast issued a command, ordering me to follow alongside it on my hands and knees. If I were to stand, the punishment would be severe.
  Through several doors and multiple rooms I followed the Beast, my gaze fastened on the enchanting sway of its penis as it walked. During the frequent, yet short, stops to clear the room of Corpus, I found myself caressing and tugging at the Beast's head and shaft in a rather successful attempt at keeping it half erect. Due to my constant and attentive touch, a steady stream of pre-cum oozed from the tip and created a trail of slime behind us.
  An unknown amount of time had passed since I submitted to the Beast. I was no longer capable of keeping track of how many minutes, or even hours, had passed. All that I was, and all that I cared for, was dangling between the Beast's legs.
  The Beast shouted and jumped for joy, "Finally."
  From the dark confines of a secure locker the Beast retrieved a black and white striped cotton sock. Along the side of the sock was a black lace, woven into a zigzag pattern. At the bottom was a rounded padded sack with a ring of small holes knitted into it which I assumed was for breathing.
  Without thinking about it, I meowed inquisitively at the strange apparel. The Beast glanced down at me, then with strict instructions as to how it fits, I slid the head of its penis into the padded holster and began tugging and pulling on the laces, tightening them to the Beast's specifications.
  "Why go through all of this effort for a piece of clothing?" I asked whilst tying the ends of the laces into a small bow.
  "Mother gave it to me."
  The Beast forced my head to the floor with her foot and ground it against my temple as punishment for speaking. I bared with the pain, unable to disappoint her any further. Then, as one final act to prove her dominance over me, the Beast brought her open palm down hard against my buttocks and informed me that I no longer had a name, and if I were to refer to myself it would be as her personal cock-sleeve.
  "Let us return to Mother. Oh, and my name's Ivursa. If you ever speak your name again, I will kill you as I did your friend."
  I stared at Ivursa for several seconds, oblivious, before shrugging it off. I honestly had no idea who she was talking about.
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