Private Meeting

Pence slowly made his way down the metallic halls of the Massive. He had been on edge since the notification rang through his earpiece earlier that day. The Control Brain on board, she wanted a personal meeting with him, as soon as he was off shift on the navigation deck. His brain buzzed over the possible reasons, most of them circling back to his rather controversial posts on IrkChan. They weren't THAT bad, and that joke about murdering the Tallest because of their constant gay sex on the bridge, was just that, a JOKE. J. O. K. E.

Sweat dripped down his forehead as he came closer to her room. the walls had slowly started to shift in color, from the bright magentas and pinks of the rest of the ship, to her particularly sickly hues of greens and purples. The walls almost seemed to pulse with her energy. Wires and cables on the ceiling shifted on their own accord. His nerves were starting to get the best of him. Maybe running and getting caught later would be the better option than just stepping right into a hungry spider's web.

He had only had enough time to rotate his body around before he felt something cold grab him right on the pak. It wasn't invading him yet, just holding him still so he couldn't escape.

Her voice crackled in over the intercom system. "Navigator Pence, so lovely to see you. You know my office is this way." The cable holding him then lifted him off the ground and rotated him 180 degrees, so he was facing back to his initial direction: Her door. The clamp only released when his feet began shuffling toward his destination. The thick ringed metal cable escorted him, hovering just behind him, ready if he tried to make another escape attempt. Pence knew there was no way he could run now. He would have to face the consequences. Sighing heavily, resigned to fate, he approached her door.

It slid open, as if it sensed his presence, which, it probably did. Darkness was all he saw beyond the portal. He stood still, his knees locking in fear until he felt the prongs of a cable prod the back of his head. The navigator began to trudge into the inky, cavernous room, like an animal aware of its incoming slaughter. What would she do to him for posting such things? Encode him to nothing?? Toss him out the airlock? Make him into a living plunger?? These were all options, and he feared every single one.

His boots clacked on the metal platform until he reached the end. She was staring right at him with her clusters of eyes. B34T-R1X, while not the largest or most intimidating of the Control Brains, induced extreme fear in the pilot regardless. He was about to fall to his knees and plead for his continued existence, But he was suddenly caught, feet hanging in mid air. This time, the hook up was not as polite. He felt as the claw gripped onto his pak and a flood of wires overcame him from the inside out. Every part of him burned like a fire under his skin. As she overwhelmed his body, her voice came through clearer and clearer.

"My little navigator...~" her feminine, synthesized voice hummed on the surface of his very brain. "I think you have misconceived the nature of this meeting..." As he hung there in space, he felt the fire in his skin dull down to a pleasant warmth, fear melting away into an uncharacteristic calm. His mind felt hazy as he could feel her picking through it like a snooping secretary in a file cabinet. All of his secrets were suddenly out in the open and naked for her to play with, but she was making it feel so damn good.

"Hmmm.... You're a very fascinating one, my pet..." a few more thick cables dropped from above, twisting around him and helping distribute his weight from all on his pak. She continued to muse to him "You know, I help moderate IrkChan... It's fun, seeing so many of my little subjects think they can speak their minds freely, without consequence. Your posts always make me laugh... So extremest, so edgy, so desperate for attention that you're willing to jot down any treasonous thought you have, all while showing your personal pak ID. It's very bold of you." More wires descended, two wrapping his torso, and one firmly around each limb. She pulled him forward, closer to her mass, looking him over, a hunger in her enormous green eyes.

"Such boldness is usually hammered down until you're flush with the rest of the populace, but I like to be more... hands on. This meeting isn't a punishment or an evaluation in the official sense. I want to get to know how you tick, and mostly, I want to... appreciate your unique qualities...~" Pence was confused, his confusion matching up well with the bizarre spike of arousal he was suddenly feeling. He tried to cross his legs awkwardly, but the cables on his limbs held him fast. He thrashed, but unfortunately his uniform was not hiding anything. Two delicate clawed wires approached the hem of his skirt and daintily pulled it up, exposing his throbbing, drippy schmoo. Another cable sporting an interesting attachment on the end was waiting on stand-by, but then suddenly retreated.

"My my my... So excited..." She teased, one claw remaining to lift his skirt while the other brushed along his length. He wasn't very long  in the schmoo department, maybe even a couple rings below average, but holy shit was it thick. "You're much thicker than I thought, so much so I'll have to stall for a moment while I find the proper sized tools for your observation." Her touch on his organ felt heavenly, making his hips waggle. He was burning with embarrassment, but it was like every time he felt ashamed and exposed before her, there was a recoil of sheer arousal that came back two times stronger. Her teensy claws traced him up and down, only giving faint touches as he leaked like crazy. If he could have pulled up his collar and further hid his face from her, he would have in an instant.

"I love how much you're hiding, my little plaything... Your facade is so thick and re-enforced. Your strong beliefs you wear like armor. But it's so easy to crack and see what's really there... You just want to feel close to someone... Anyone. Under every mask, your edges are rounder than a rock tumbled by a tide... You just want to smother someone with love, father some smeets, settle down on some rock somewhere. My, I expected defective thoughts from you, but these are a complete surprise! Absolute degeneracy, Navigator Pence!" Despite her voice raising in his head, there was still a teasing playful quality. She was still thoughtlessly, almost lazily rubbing on his length. "I already said I wouldn't be punishing you, so instead, I'm going to help you with one of those nasty little dreams of yours, even if in a roundabout kind of way."

A familiar looking cable with an odd attachment returned into his view. This one seemed to be slightly thicker around than the one before. It appeared to be a clear bell jar, with a rubber gasket of some kind on the end. Within the clear tube were more clear components. They looked ribbed and textured, but soft. It didn't take a genius to figure out where it was going.

"The smeeteries are always in desperate need of genetic diversity... If I'm reading you right, you came from a smeetery that is no longer active, one destroyed on Irk after the... incident. That means your genetic material is no longer on file, and thus, limiting the possible smeets produced nowadays. I know how much you like to post about 'pure Irken genetics', but if we went along with that concept, our species would be doomed. I like your features... Your unique shade of purple eyes, your oddly hooked antennae, your... thick reproductive organ... You'll make a fine donation..." the strange bell jar came closer, easing over his begging organ. The squeeze of the elements inside of it were immediately apparent as they started to pulse and rub on him slowly. He thought he was going to bite through his lip at the intensity of the sensation, his hips bucking hard into the device.

He could hear B34 humming in his head in amusement, apparently enjoying his needy little display. She pulled the device back, just a little, just to see his schmoo stretch for it, writhing wildly for more stimulation, before slamming it back down on him with a giggle. It was so nice playing with the little virgin bugs on her ship. They could barely take being touched. She didn't have to trick them or make some complex situation to bend them to her will. Not that she didn't LIKE doing that, it was just nice to have it easy every once in a while. Drool streaked down his chin, making the whole bottom of his cone collar wet with spit. His eyes were glazed over almost. He had never felt so many things at once. He should have came ages ago, but something was manipulating him from the inside, forcing him to keep going.

His thrusts into the collection device were becoming frantic and sloppy as the tight urge to release spread over his whole lower body. Each writhe into those bumps, each squeeze from the machine was making him moan and pant like the little virgin he was. Sweat was drenching his body and probably filling his boots. Her voice consumed his mind, and with her words something snapped in him. "My little pet, I want you to cum for me harder than you've ever came in your life. Right. NOW."

On her command, he released all of that pent up pressure in a dizzying wave. The clear surface of the jar was quickly obscured and made opaque by his powerful gushes of seed. His voice was weak, each grunt and moan having more vocal fry to it than the last. He lost count of the spasms forcing more cum out of him as the endorphins and exhaustion washed over his trembling body. She wrung every last drop of him out before pulling the still squirming device off of him. She brought it up to her eyes, measuring the amount of genetic material she had collected.

"55 ml. I'm impressed. That's a new record for the week!" she announced proudly, capping the sample and sending it away somewhere into the depths of her chamber. "Check back with me in a month... by then the smeets made with your donation should be hatching. I'm sure you'd love to see them!"