Trials in Tainted Space - Advanced Herm Sexbot Victory Bad E

“Captain’s Quarters.” That’s what the sign above the doorway to the north says, and unlike all its fellows, this portal yawns wide-open, all but beckoning you to venture inside. The space beyond looks like some kind of waiting room, but you’ll have to step inside for a better look. Lots of scuffs from heeled boots mar the floor around the door as if large numbers of heeled women go in and out with regularity.

You can continue looping idly around to the south and west, or gather your courage to venture forth.

You stop suddenly, becoming aware of movement in the freighter up ahead. The figure doesn’t appear to possess any of your misgivings, approaching you with a mischievous if not outright smug smile across her smooth metallic face. Unarmed - and it is a she despite the hardening futanari cock throbbing between her curvy thighs, from the looks of it - she has feminine features and the commanding presence of a woman in charge, from the way she moves her faux-heeled feet to emphasize her assets to the confidence in her expression. You’re not her first fight.

“Get out of the way,” you say, raising your modded arc caster.

“Oh, they don’t usually say that,” she says casually, producing a whip from somewhere behind her. “Usually it’s ‘who are you’ then ‘stop, stop’ and eventually ‘harder, harder’. So,” she continues, smiling cruelly as she flexes and uncurls her weapon, “why don’t we skip right to the good part?”

It’s a fight!


You’re fighting the advanced herm sexbot.

She’s wearing nothing but a confident smile on her pouty pink lips that doesn’t reach her shining blue eyes, her overfull breasts large and proudly exposed to you in her nakedness. Tiny trickles of white milk run down her light pink skin with every move she makes, a seriously oversized human cock swaying from side to side between her legs as she decides on her next course of action. Underneath it rests her balls, heavy and plump.

Despite her soft, womanly features and skin her exterior looks hard enough to resist some damage - not to mention there are odd lines all over her, perhaps detailing hidden compartments. There’s almost no telling what she’ll do next but it’s a good bet she’s aiming to subdue you with sex!


Turning away at an opportune moment, you slip down your clothes and reach back, slapping your butt into a bounce before shaking it for the advanced herm sexbot. Your technique has grown impeccable, and you bounce your butt masterfully, even reaching back and spreading your cheeks, giving the advanced herm sexbot an excellent view of your slutty asshole and large balls.

The advanced herm sexbot licks her lips in anticipation, her hands idly stroking her own body. (L: +30)

The aphrodisiac in your bloodstream continues to excite your body! (L: +2)

“Oooohh, you’re making me so horny,” the fuckbot groans, eyeing you lasciviously as she drops the whip beside her, one hand finding her cock and the other one of her perfect tits. “Mmmmn... come suck me off. Just once, I promise - I’d just really love to release this load down your throat...”

She slips her hand further down, jiggling her seed-swollen balls.


“Is your cum an aphrodisiac?” you ask, eyeing her suspiciously.

“Oh, no, it’s just cum, silly,” she giggles, taking a step towards you and then another when she sees you’re open to the idea. “Down on your knees real quick, honey - I promise I’ll be fast.”

You’ve scarcely lowered yourself before she’s seized the sides of your head and shoved half of her immense shaft right down your gullet, groaning ecstatically as she plows your facial fuckhole. Spit runs down your chin as her balls swing in front of your face, her swollen cockhead reaching deeper and deeper inside you until she lets out a massive moan and cums right into your stomach.

She kept her promise but oh fuck, she never said anything about how long her orgasm would last. Her balls pulse and throb against your chin but never seem to diminish in size, leading you to wonder if what’s being so erotically pumped into you might not be sourced from somewhere else. Struggling back, you feel like you’ve drunk half a gallon before she releases you, her monumental prick slipping from your lips with a slurp.

“Oh, god, that was good,” she sighs, stretching out. “Alright, back to our little backyard scrap then, I suppose. Tastes good, right?”

You get back to your feet as the over-endowed woman bends over, exposing the glistening pussy between her legs for just a second as she picks up her whip. The bit about her cum being non-aphrodisiac was definitely a lie - you can feel it heating you up from the inside even now, burning your cheeks. You won’t fall for that again... even if she is a sexy bitch. (L: +7)


The advanced herm sexbot is too turned on to fight.

You stand over the defeated sexbot as she looks up at you, panting and moaning. You’re not sure those moans are entirely real owing to her nature but you have to admit - she looks the part. Her mouth hangs open as she moves her hands between her legs, making to wrap her fingers around her still-erect femprick and the dripping slit behind her weighty nutsack.

You could leave the horny bitch to her own devices or take her for the ride of her artificial life, though the latter seems like it could potentially be disastrous - there’s no telling what manner of drug-laced gifts this slut has to offer you.


Fuck it, you didn’t triumph over a futanari sexbot in combat not to fuck her. She’s already naked, even - it takes you scant seconds to join her, hurriedly stripping your Star Viper slutwear and leather panties from your body in your eagerness. It doesn’t take long for you to decide what you want with her.


“I think you’ve got a present for me,” you purr, pushing her legs apart as you kneel between them and take her impressive slab of meat in your hands. “How nice of you not to wrap it.”

“Nnh! Well, if I’d known- ah! You were coming, may- nngh- maybe I’d have prepared a little better,” she pants, wincing and gritting her teeth in pleasure as you begin stroking her off. “Oh, fff-”

“Sshh,” you murmur, looking at the bulging head of her prick. Coated in slippery pink pre-cum, it looks delicious. A cursory lap at it confirms your suspicions - her cum tastes orgasmically good. “Mmmm...”

“Ooohhhh, god,” she groans deeply, hips coming upwards as you sink your lips down her swollen length. “Please tell me you swallow.”

You push her back down to the ground, swirling your tongue up and around her sensitive cockhead until she’s shivering in your hands. It doesn’t seem like she’ll be too hard to set off like a bomb and if those round, swollen orbs of hers are any indication it’ll make a hell of an explosion. Reaching down, you give them a cursory squeeze as if to ensure their performance and smile thinly around her cock. These are full of warm jizz.

Time to blow her mind. Straightening your neck you begin taking her deeper and deeper, bobbing your head as she lies back and moans in delight. Each stroke brings you closer to having those overripe balls right on your chin, inch after inch disappearing down your throat. You’ve got a sexbot on her back practically begging you to continue, to keep sucking, knowing that she’s completely at your mercy and she’d do anything for you to keep going. The thought is more than a little empowering.

As a sexbot, though, she’s designed to cum when her owner wants - and you want it now. Her groans take on a longer, more desperate note and her nuts draw taut against her underside, her fingers tapping you on the head. She’s juuust about to cum...


You slam your hands down on her stomach and savagely thrust yourself forward, pressing your lips right up against the base of her groin in a feral, animalistic kiss of lust as she begins to cum. Her cockhead pulses and swells deep inside you, an explosion of seed erupting directly into your stomach and instantly heating your insides. Stars, she can cum a lot!

“Ooooohhhhh- ooohhhhh, fuck,” she groans, putting her hands on your head. “Oh, baby, keep going, nnnnh-”

It doesn’t feel like the torrential flow of hot, thick cum pouring from her throbbing dick is lessening at all - in fact, it seems to be increasing! You gulp and lick at her nuts for several seconds before you start to get slightly worried, drawing back only to find yourself sharply pulled right back up into her balls.

“Ooohhh, no, no, no,” the sexbot giggles, her glowing blue eyes narrowing as she wraps her thighs around your neck. “You can’t just stop there, baby. When I asked if you swallow, I meant all of it. Every - last - drop. Don’t worry. By the end, you’ll be more than happy you did.”

You gurgle, gag, and suck but soon find that throating her comes easier and easier, your upturned eyes observing her head tilting back in orgasmic pleasure as a neverending gush of seed pumps down your pleasurable gullet. She pulls back for just a second and on the outswing you feel nubs inside you, brushing and rubbing at her before she slams herself balls-deep with a lusty grunt once more.

The more you drink of her, the more you change. Your plain chest morphs and grows until two voluptuous, shapely breasts jut forward, capped by adorable pink areolae and nipples that are hard as diamonds. Bringing your shaking hands up you give them an experimental grope and moan loudly into your lover’s quaking balls - they’re so sensitive, and if you give them a tweak - you have pure white, creamy milk running down your stomach in rivulets. You’d give it a taste but right now, all your appetite is interested in is drinking down ever more of that ball-nectar she’s dumping down your obedient throat.

Your body takes on an outrageously feminine appearance, all hourglass and curves, your lips suddenly tightening around the flesh of her pulsating cock until your pouty pink oral fuckhole is suckling and swallowing her like you were born to suck on a dick.

“Almost!” she gasps, sounding every bit as drained mentally as she is physically. “Oh, so close! Mmmfh!”

From head to toe you’ve completely changed, an exact biological replica of the corrupted sexbot standing in front of you and wildly humping your face as you slap her jiggling ass and sink your fingers into its pliable skin, closing your eyes and gently stroking her pulsing shaft with your throat.

“Ooohhh, ye-e-e-essss,” she whines, shaking violently. “Ohhh, you’re such a good girl... good girl...”

Your head slowly empties, your thoughts and identity wiped clean off the slate until you’re naught more than a warm, sexy husk - and then fills, pumped with thick cum and wet heat and servitude and sucking cocks and riding them and eating pussy and you’re so alive, and when your eyes spring open you find yourself taking a shuddering, gasping breath as your fellow sexbot withdraws her drained, dripping cock from the fuck-slick recesses of your throat.

“Oh, you came out perfectly,” she sighs quietly, admiring her work, then wincing in pleasure as you lean forward and obediently plant a wet, sloppy kiss with your plump lips and wide tongue right on the crown of her dick. “We just need a few more minor adjustments before you’re ready for the boss... open those legs, beautiful. I’ll take your new pussy’s virginity for you, don’t you worry.”

...


The boss is a beautiful, sexy scientist that’s so smart you can’t even begin to comprehend how intelligent she is. Fortunately, your inability to think beyond your directives isn’t a hindrance - she finds you much more useful using your other head to please her, grinding it right into her padded cervix as she drapes herself across a chair.

“Nnngh, yes,” she pants, gyrating her wide, womanly hips and clenching on your swollen cock with her absurd tightness and strength. “Nnnnnn... fuck, that’s good. Hey,” she says, lifting her head and looking and directly at you. “What’s your name?”

“I have no name, mistress,” you respond pleasantly, smiling at her. To serve is such an honor. “Unless you would deign to give me one.”

“Nah,” she replies, casually waving you off. “Sexbots don’t need names. And make no mistake,” she continues, a cruel grin stretching across her dark blue lips, “you are a fantastic sexbot.”

“Thank you so much, mistress!” you moan, pleasure welling in the head of your rock-hard cock. “I-I think I’m going t-”

“Don’t,” she says sharply, touching her foot to your trembling thigh. Immediately you stop, controlling yourself to ensure you don’t displease your mistress. “There you go. Good girl. Did you get all worked up because I called you a good sexbot?”

“Y-yes,” you stammer, blushing a little. To be so blessed by your mistress feels like your artificial heart is swelling with love, beating just that little harder for her. “Thank you, mistress.”

“Such a good whore,” she muses, rubbing your leg with her toes. “But remember you only exist because I created you. If you came without me telling you to... well,” she says, eyeing you meaningfully. “I’d have to replace you. And you don’t want that, do you, whore?”

“No!” you gasp, leaning forward. “Please don’t replace me, I’ll be good!”

“I know you will,” she soothes you, giving your bulging cock a nice, comforting squeeze with her pussy before leaning back. “Mmmm... okay. Mommy wants you to pound her womb for three hours. If you make me feel really, really good, I’ll let you cum inside me.”

You set to it immediately, hammering her well-adapted cervix with the hung studcock she designed you with, a vicious, triumphant grin of clenched teeth splitting her face as she cums all over your pulsing dick. She’s squeezing you tight enough that the only restraint stopping you from blowing your load right inside her is your programming.

“Nnnngh! Oh! Oh! Good girl, good girl!” she howls, exulting in your efforts.

Holding her hips tight, you suppress a moan - this is going to be a long three hours...


“Was- was that good enough, mistress?” you pant, standing back from her. You can see her gaping slit begin tightening up the moment you exit it, dripping with precum. Your cock is aching, your balls positively throbbing and swollen with the need to cum. But you won’t. Not until she tells you to.

“Oh, it was so good,” she moans, rolling onto her stomach and folding her legs up as she looks back at you with a smile. “But you’ll have to go for another six hours if you really want to cum. Climb on top of me and let me have it. I want you balls deep in my cunt, whore.”

“Y-yes, mistress,” you pant, clambering atop your cyborg lover as she spreads her legs, exposing her gleaming sex. It’s soaked through with arousal thanks to your efforts and even squirts a stream of femcum down your cumvein when you re-enter her, your moan drowned out by her long, lusty groan of satisfaction.

“Ooohhh, god... make that eight hours...”

You begin swinging your hips, each wet, solid impact of your groin slapping against her curvy asscheeks from above resounding in your mistress’ room. Oh, goddess, you love her so much. The moment she lets you cum you’re going to give her every last drop in your body...


Your boss is, first and foremost, a scientist. And that’s why when you eventually do cum, it’s with another sexbot’s fat cock rammed so far up your lubricated asshole your tummy is bulging with her. Screaming your pleasure through a gag, you squeeze down on her time and time again while your heartbeat pounds in your ears and your cock pulses so hard your back arches with every massive, splattering spew of seed. The timed vibration against your prostate forces an elongation of every single orgasmic ejaculation, your ass clenching so hard the girl behind you lets out a low groan of pleasure.

“Amazing. You actually exceed the theoretical output I had noted down!” your mistress exclaims, grinning. “This calls for repeated experimentation! I’ll have to upgrade my womb capacity...” she hums, notes flashing across the terminal behind her as she mentally jots her ideas down. “I wonder if intermittent periods of sucking my cunt would make you even more pent-up. We’ll have to test that later.”

She lifts the underslung container out from under the measuring device you’re strapped down on, hefting the liquid weight with ease. Even as exhausted as you are, you can’t help but admire her sheer strength and capability. A particularly rough vibration in your asshole elicits a grunt and suddenly there’s a wet splat as you blow another load all over her floor. The boss tsks.

“Well, you can clean that up later. Since I’ve got the two of you here now...” the boss murmurs, placing the container down to the side and striding over to you, undoing your fastenings. “You two can DP me for a few hours. Hold me up.”

You have no time to rest as you emerge from the extraction chair, your owner waiting expectantly with arms outstretched, jumping into your arms as you approach. One insertion later and she’s wearing that same beautiful, self-satisfied smile of hers, putting her head over your shoulder and moaning loudly as your other partner slides into her asshole behind her.

“Ooohhh, fuck!” she moans, her arms tightening around your back as you begin to fuck her like clockwork. “So fucking big... I might need to make you even bigger to accommodate for the loads... mmm, harder- harder! That’s right!”

All you know, day in and day out, is being ridden hard by your mistress or other sexbots for your mistress. It’s all you’ve ever known and all you ever will know, and you’re content with that. It is, after all, what you were designed for.

GAME OVER