Trials in Tainted Space: Tam-Tam Bad End

Your enemies have turned you on too much to keep fighting. You give in....

Under a withering hail of bullets, you find yourself thrown back as one makes hard contact, blasting through your shoulder. With a wail of agony, you stumble to the ground... and quickly see every gun in the room leveled at you. Well, that’s it then. You throw your ZK rifle aside and raise your hands... wincing in pain from your wound. The cat-girl grins over the desk at you, and whistles loudly. Suddenly, a huge doberman-like robot lunges out of the dark at you, pinning you to the ground.

Tam the cat-girl is over you in an instant, kicking your ZK rifle away and leveling her own laser pistol at you. “On your knees!” she demands, before noticing that you’re flat on your back. “Yeah! Suck it, bitch. High-five, Tam-wolf!”

“High-five, mistress Tam,” Tam-wolf agrees, reaching a steel paw up and swatting her outstretched hand.

“That’ll teach you for messing with Captain Khorgan’s pirate crew, and especially Tam-Tam!” Tam cheers, pumping a victorious fist in the air. “So... uh... what do I do now?”

“Captain Khorgan ordered all trespassers be attacked on sight,” Tam-wolf offers, growling at you.

Tam-cat ponders that a moment. “But she never said what to do if they, you know... survived.”

You stare up at the crazy pair, looking for any opportunity to get up... get away. To make your escape. But every time you move a muscle, Tam-wolf follows you, teeth bared. Finally, after a long moment of silence, his mistress asks, “What do you think we should do with her, Tam-wolf?”

“I am a canine attack drone, Mistress Tam. I am not programmed for independent thought.”

“Ooooh,” Tam-cat murmurs, leering dangerously at you. “That sounds like a perfect plan, my faithful friend... what do you say, miss, do you want to live?”

You nod instinctively. Any thought of rebellion, of stoicism, washed away by the dangerous teeth at your throat.

“Good puppy,” Tam coos, reaching down and looking you in the eye. “You are going to be a good puppy, right?”

You nod.

“Puppies bark, silly!” Tam says, a hint of danger in her voice. “Don’t they?”

You bark, giving into your baser, canid instincts.

“Good puppy!” Tam praises, one of her hands reaching out to you. You recoil, an instinctive fear taking over you... until her fingers slip up through your hair, stroking it affectionately. You try to relax as she pets, though it’s difficult with a laser pistol and a set of brutal fangs so close by, their menacing presence a clear reminder of your new place: as a crazed pirate’s pet pooch.

“Now sit,” Tam commands. You struggle up onto your knees, arms raised like a dog’s before you, begging.

She grins, ecstatic. “Good! What do you think, Tam-wolf? Is she a good puppy?”

“I am not programmed for jealousy, Mistress Tam,” Tam-wolf growls in his digital voice, his nose prodding against your side. “Therefore I conclude it is indeed a good puppy.”

Tam grins, and from her backpack, draws a leash and collar — clearly meant for Tam-wolf, now yours. She slips it around your neck and, satisfied you’re under her dominion, holsters her pistol. Wrapping the leash firmly around her hand, she gives you a simple, “Come on!” and starts walking toward the door, clearly content to let her turrets do the defending for the moment. You gulp but, with Tam-wolf at your heels growling, submit to your new mistress’s will. What awaits you among the pirates...?

Months pass

You can barely feel your extremities. The leather outfit is restraining, tight against your nude body, holding you onto knees and elbows. Mistress likes you nice and low, just like a real dog. You’re slowly becoming more comfortable in your new gait, able to hobble around after her despite the lack of access to your bound forelimbs. Today you find yourself scurrying along the corridor at Mistress’s heels, quickly followed by Tam-wolf. A few of the pirate crew actually greet you as you wander past them, reaching down to play with your big puppy ears or grab your colossal, muscly ass through the tight leather of your bindings. Your drilled-in instincts kick in at their touches, causing your to wiggle your voluptuous sides and furred tail.

Today is special — you have a present coming for you, Mistress said. Goody! You try to focus on that, rather than how hungry you are... the smell of your warm meal getting cold in the bowl in Mistress’s hands as she takes the big red plastic “COLLECTION” back to her quarters for breakfast. The scent of your creamy meal is heavenly, nearly driving you wild with anticipation as you follow Mistress into her quarters, and hear the comforting pneumatic hiss of her door sealing shut. You pad up to Mistress, putting one of your stumpy “limbs” up on her leg in a motion of begging, making a little whimper sound — you’re so hungry, and breakfast smells so good!

“Aww, who’s a hungry puppy?” Mistress teases, reaching down to ruffle your ears. You yip, wagging your tail excitedly as your Mistress leans down to you, her massive, oh-so-soft mounds tantalizingly close to your face. She giggles as you drool a little bit — whether from the pair of boobs in your face or the smell of your still-warm meal about to be given to you, you couldn’t say.

“So hungry! Well, your friends certainly chipped in a lot for you today, didn’t they! It’s practically full to the rim!” Mistress says, finally setting the bowl on the deck for you. You bark happily, lunging towards your thick, creamy white meal. You’re so lucky the crew likes you so much — they work so hard to make your breakfast each day, and Mistress is nice enough to collect it all for you. You all but put your face right into the plastic dish, your tongue lapping out into the bowl full of salty and delicious white cream. You dig in, tongue scooping up wad after wad of the crew’s thick offering.

As you finally get to sate your hunger, you see from the corner of your eye Mistress taking a familiar remote from her pocket and flicking a nob on it. You wince as the vibrator-plug lodged up your ass shudders to life, sending a vibrating hum through your body, accompanied by a twitch of pleasure that nearly makes you spit out your mouthful of pirate spunk. You whimper, looking up at Mistress as she flops onto her bed, grinning lustily at you as she fiddles with the remote. The vibe speeds up, thrumming hard enough for you to feel it in your teeth; your whimper turns into a quiet moan as your ass is overwhelmed by shuddering shockwaves of pleasure. It’s hard to eat with your tail-hole buzzing like that, but you’re so famished... you grit your teeth and try to bear it, lapping up your salty treat between groans and yelps of pleasure.

Snickering, Mistress coos, “Aww, is puppy enjoying its meal?”

You bark, though it comes out as more of a moan as she flicks up the setting. Faster and faster the vibe drills into your poor, stretched hole until you can barely force yourself to eat, rather than just rolling over and submitting to the pleasure. But Mistress wouldn’t like that. Doggies don’t fap, do they?

You struggle through your salty meal, licking up every last drop until your stomach feels full to bursting and there’s a thick glaze of cream on your chin. You give another low groan and roll onto your side, wiggling your hips for Mistress, hoping she’ll turn the vibe off... or higher up so that you can cum. Thanks the to the pressure on your prostate, your own bestial member twitches between your legs, thankfully unrestrained as it pokes through the crotchless leather suit Mistress has bound you up in. She watches you curl up, content to endure your sexual torment.

Mistress tsks her tongue and says, “Falling asleep already, pup? But today’s present day!”

Present? You almost forgot! You wag your tail and wiggle your way over the mistress, planting your head in her lap and looking up at her with your big, puppy-dog eyes. She grins and rubs your nose, telling you to close your eyes as she reaches back into her pack. You obey, of course, closing your eyes and just enjoying the gentle sensation of vibration rolling up your body. Eventually, you feel one of Mistress’s soft fingers on your lip, and you instinctively open your mouth. When you do so, you’re quickly rewarded with the almost-forgotten taste of peanut butter — a great big spoonful of it plopping onto your waiting tongue.

Oh, god! You nearly swoon at the taste, murmuring happily as you swallow it down. It’s been so long since you had such a delicious treat. Oh, thank you, Mistress! Thank...

You suddenly wince as... something happens. You can’t tell what, but something’s... changing inside you. Your chest tightens, straining against your leathers... oh, it hurts!

“Let me help!” Mistress grins, grabbing the suit around your chest and releasing it, letting... a much larger pair of huge, swinging mammaries drop out onto the deck! You gasp, suddenly realizing the old trick Mistress has used on you, even as your huge tits expand, growing monstrously huge until you’re practically lying atop them, your stunted, bound arms unable to touch the ground. As your chest grows, the rest of you does as well, your hips and ass straining against the tight leather of your puppy-suit, threatening to break from your constraints.

Between the strange, stretching feeling in your suddenly much more curvy body and the vibrator still humming away in your ass, you only just stop short of cumming as waves of mutating bliss flow through your changing body. Mistress gently strokes your white hair, cooing what a good puppy you are as you slump out of her lap, usable to sit upright thanks to your heavier bosom. But that’s not the last change Mistress’s drugs have in store for you, as you can feel a slight, stretching pain in your loins, as something... something tears in your crotch. You cry out, but not in pain, but pleasure. You can’t reach back to see what’s happening, but Mistress seems to understand your need, as she reaches down and pulls away the leathers covering your groin and ass. You wince as cool air brushes across something new and alien between your legs — and that wince turns into a howl of ecstasy as one of her dainty fingers slips inside what you suddenly realize is a new hole. A cunt. But just as soon as she does so, she withdraws, clearly satisfied with your new slit.

As you lie on the deck, Mistress rises to her feet and steps over you, going to the thus-far silent Tam-wolf. You crane your neck around your now-immobile body, trying to see what’s going on but not quite able: but you can hear....

“I got a present for you too, Tam-wolf!” Mistress says, taking a knee beside her faithful drone.

“Really, Mistress?” Tam-wolf yips, excited. “You should not have. You are so kind and also beautiful, Mistress Tam!”

Mistress giggles. “Aww, you’re so sweet! Who taught you manners like those? I bet it was me!”

“By tampering with my internal programming, my warranty has been voided, Mistress.”

“Yes it is! Who’s a good warranty-less-attack-drone? You are! And guess what good attack drones without warranties get?”

Tam-wolf pauses a moment. “My first oil change in two years?”

“No, silly! I ordered you something special! Something to help you play with your new sister!” You hear a box tearing open behind you, and the sound of plastic grinding on metal. “Oooh, Naughty Wyvern really outdid themselves. Such a lucky boy, Tam-wolf. Look at that huge, thick, synth-cum loaded cock of yours! Oooh, I bet your sister’s going to LOVE it.”

There’s a moment of silence before Tam-wolf speaks: “What do I do now, Mistress?”

Mistress sighs. “Uh... download some videos. Figure it out, stud.”

“Affirmative. Downloading supplementary instructions... Creating new program: ‘Bitch Breaker dot e-x-e’.”

You whimper in terror as you hear Tam-wolfs metallic claws clanking across the deck, pacing up to you. You try and scamper away, but your suddenly-massive tits simply defy your strength, especially confined in what remains of your puppy-suit. Incapable of escape, all you can do is try not to panic as Tam-wolf sticks his stainless steels snout into the back of your pants, his exhaust vent blowing hot air into your cooch. You whimper at the sensation, trembling as his hot nose presses into your slit, almost threatening penetration... but that’s completely unable to prepare you for the sudden rush of steel that follows. Tam-wolf lunges up onto you, his full weight crashing onto your back as the drone mounts you, his forelegs scrambling up your torso, gripping into the sheer leather gripping your wide, altered hips. With it, you can feel a huge, pointed, plastic tip bump against the lips of your new, virginal womanhood. Oh, God, it’s massive! You squeak in terror, struggling under the immense weight of your own boobs and the drone-dog atop you... to no avail. You’re helpless, trapped by your restraints and overburdened breasts as Tam-wolf mounts up, his powerful hips thrusting into your up-turned ass.

Your voice breaks into a high, wordless scream as a massive, hot rod of latex slams into your drooling sex, piercing your new womanhood’s hymen in a single, long thrust to the hilt. You feel Tam-wolf’s hot breath on your ear as he rams his bolted-on puppy pecker deep into your slit, breeding you like the whimpering, submissive bitch you are. Your screams echo deafeningly against the steel bulkheads as Tam-wolf’s hips pound into your modified backside, steel legs thundering against your huge, pillowy asscheeks with flesh-quaking force.

“Breeding mode activated,” Tam-wolf growls into your ear, each syllable punctuated by a thrust deep into you. “Engaging Knot dot e-x-e.”

Something presses into your cunt, even larger than the thick rod already spearing you. Your eyes go wide, your body clenching, trying to save itself from the knot prodding against your sex; yet you’re defenseless against it as Tam-wolf slams into your with machine strength and precision. With a particularly potent thrust, you feel the knot of his phallus tear into you, spreading the lips of your pussy wide open. Your cries of pleasure and pain reach a crescendo, and then fall silent, voice cracking into nothing as your mouth just hangs agape in horror at the massive knot burying itself inside you.

“Bitch breaker protocols successful,” Tam-wolf growls, scrambling forward overtop you, pushing his knot deeper.

“Go, go, Tam-wolf!” Mistress cheers, reaching up to pat her robotic pooch on the head.

“Mistress, I am cumming,” Tam-wolf announces, his latex member shifting inside you, the knot thickening as a load of synthetic spooge rushes toward you defiled sex. As a flood of hot, sticky, canid seed floods your womb, you’re suddenly very, very aware of your new lot in life: even worse than being a dog, you’re now reduced to nothing more than the robotic Tam-wolf’s breeding bitch, a living onahole for Mistress’s alpha hound.

GAME OVER!

(Access the main menu to start a new character or the data menu to load a saved game. The buttons are located in the lower left of the game screen.)