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Breaking Cortana

Part three of three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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She was still sitting, rocked back on her glutes, when Riq returned for her. He eyed her dispassionately, but the gleam in his eye promised trouble. Cortana almost wanted that trouble. She had to have something, anything, just to make her days there bearable. There was no marker for the passage of time, some meals occasionally fed to her so her body was maintained. Other than that, there was no socialisation or anything other than assailants coming to her, all intent only on her body and what use they could get out of her.

“You could talk.”

He gave her the option as if he expected her to take another choice, or maybe that it was not really a choice at all Cortana was in any kind of position to take. She shook her head, though even Cortana was more than aware the motion came more weakly than before. It took a lot of effort just to tip her face first one way and then the other, taking a deep breath that still, somehow, ached desperately in her chest.

It would be easier…just to give in.

The thought floated through her mind, but it felt quite as if it did not truly belong to Cortana, like it was not really her thinking it. She shook her head again, unsure if she’d even completed the motion, the task. Her AI self and the human-AI self blurred, the lines fuzzy, shifting together. The suppression collar rested even more heavily around her neck, though it was physically impossible for it to have increased in weight without something having been added to it.

Things blurred into one another, the T’Vaoan major’s mouth opening and closing – oh, he was saying something. She blinked, the world around her a haze of desire, though she found herself on her knees with a whimper that didn’t sound right leaving her lips, his cock approaching her face. She seemed to be “blipping out,” though that was a human term and very much not a refined AI one. It didn’t seem right, was not right, could never have been right, not even as she heaved a breath, dragging in all she could to her chest as his cock forced its way between her lips.

He pushed her tongue rudely down, not allowing her any agency over herself. As if that was ever going to happen, really. Above her, the T’Vaoan grunted, leaning over her, tipping her head back so he could get a better angle – for it was all about Riq’s pleasure, of course. Nothing else could ever matter and that was something Cortana acknowledged too, for it was the world she’d been thrust into, whether she was ever going to be willing or if she would hold out forever.

She didn’t know she was slipping, she didn’t know her own psyche was being broken down, crumbling brick by brick, panel by panel. Cortana was only a decommissioned ship being dismantled, no longer fit for spacefaring travel, all the pieces coming apart to see what scraps may still be used and salvaged.

But she could be used, as he pounded his cock into her mouth, her cheeks filling with it, trying to find room for her tongue. Cortana moaned, a part of her mind kicking in to suck his cock, even if it was not a conscious decision she made. There were few of those anymore, her life running away without her as she turned into no more than a plaything for her captor, her captors.

“Unff…”

He grunted thickly, savouring the experience. Yet she was close, so very close, to being fully broken and Riq, rather selfishly, wanted to draw it all out for as long as possible. That was all for his carnal, crude pleasure, of course, but it was not as if the Covenant was going to question anything there, not at all. He licked his beak, careful of his teeth – yet where was the fun in being careful? His body ached with raw heat, sating his own need in the lewdest manner possible, hips working possibly to fill that hot, wet hole with every inch of cock she could take.

“You’ll deep throat my cock soon,” he promised her, the words a hiss on his beak. “Unff… AI whore.”

Was it possible for those words to be said with a ring of admiration poured through them. Ah, there was no need to say, no need to determine. Cortana was already lost as traitorous tears marked her cheeks, clinging to her eyelashes only for a fraction of a second before being forced to spring free, for the manic jostling and heaving of her body swayed them from stillness. Such a fragile thing did not belong there and she was aware, even if dimly, that the collar around her neck warmed, seeming to vibrate. What other features the suppression collar had on her, however, was not for Cortana’s shattering mind to dig into.

She moaned around him, heat searing through her, licking at her skin. The tongues of fire were not to be sated through any sensible means and she squirmed, fighting viciously, though the AI didn’t even know who or what she was fighting against. She had to have him, had to have something, though it broke her to even consider admitting it to herself. Letting herself sink into the lewdness of sensation too didn’t help her, not as she wanted to duck her head and curl around and down into herself, taking everything so it may be that she didn’t exist as Cortana anymore.

But that was the reality she was stuck with and there was no escaping it, not as he drove into her mouth and not as the T’Vaoan gripped her shoulders, claws digging into her sensitive, vulnerable flesh. He bellowed and slammed his hips forward with a roar that sounded more intimate still and made her blood run hot, pulling back to spill his seed over her face. Still, Cortana let her lips remain parted, that dim, shattering part of her wanting his seed.

Yes… She wanted it. It made no sense, none at all, to her, but she wanted it all the same. Perhaps she was losing her processing capacity, though that was gone too with the suppression collar, her mind slow, sluggish, overbearing. It was a longing cutting through her, as if her chest as splitting open, each spurt of cum that fell into her open mouth a blessing. It was the only good she could ever hope for as she whined for him, eyes half-closed, if only to avoid getting cum in them.

His cock did not soften, not at all, as he spent his seed over her face, though the T’Vaoan was not done with her yet. Her heart leapt, betraying her, as he wrenched her around and onto all fours again, only to shove her chest to the floor. Her arms were dragged back and, suddenly, cuffed to her ankles, forcing her into a contorted position that her AI body allowed – but it was not at all comfortable. The restriction blistered through her and an older, deeper part of Cortana “woke up,” howling and thrashing, raging against the injustices afforded to her.

But there was no help coming for her, nothing Cortana could do to get away from the T’Vaoan’s cock, so she submitted to it, closing her eyes. That time, however, he didn’t grind his dick into her wet cunt, but merely slid it through the slick mess of her pussy and up to her ass. She didn’t have time to think, didn’t have time to scream, before his cock ground into her, forcing its way deeper and deeper into her anal passage as if it had any right at all to be there.

The heavy cuffs around her wrists and ankles fixed her in place, muscles burning from straining against them. She didn’t want to fight, not really, but the sensation of being penetrated there was so foreign to her that her body instinctively wanted to twist away from it, to get relief through any means possible. If she had been at all with her senses, Cortana might have found it amusing just how many reactions could course through a body like that, with no conscious thought or AI processing power in the slightest.

It wasn’t funny, not then. Not as he snarled and ground into her, wedging every inch of his dick, slowly but surely, into her hole with demanding thrusts. Vaguely, Cortana was aware he wasn’t going to stop until he’d claimed her ass with every inch of his dick, though she didn’t understand the dark need that lurched in the pit of her stomach. Something in her sang for his body, for him to take her, use her, claim her – for her to have absolutely no say in any of it, never again.

That was just like the other AIs and sex slaves she’d passed on her way down to the isolation chamber, the chamber of her breaking. Soon, she would become just like them, nameless and, in any way that mattered, faceless too. She saw it happened and exhaled, cheek crushed to the dirty floor, eyes watering, a tear track down her other cheek showing the strain aching through her body. Yet it was almost a good kind a strain, a strain that told her things were changing, that things were never again going to be the same.

Riq smirked, eyes gleaming with cruelty, as he slammed into her, her body opening up around him. Anal was just one way to break her, though he had to be the first to do it, breaking down his newest sex slave. Her forced her breasts to cushion her, at least somewhat, but it was of no real concern to him if Cortana experienced discomfort from him taking her. Every hump and grind brought his hips flush with her ass, the soft flesh jiggling as he thrust.

He watched her crumble a little more before him, but his attention was distracted by the tightness of her ass squeezing his cock. It was inadvertent, of course, but that didn’t matter when it came to throes of pleasure, lust drawing a ragged gasp from his throat, lungs shuddering with the effort of keeping up with the needs of his body. Again and again, he slammed in, leaning over her, pressing a hand down on her back to make sure she kept her chest as flat to the floor as her anatomy was able, though the rigid spire of his dick kept her ass nicely raised for him.

“Nnngghhh… Learn your place here, slut. Spill your so-called secrets. I’ll take better care of them than you ever did.”

His words were punctured with the grunts and growls of his and the general Kig-Yar’s way of speaking, but the T’Vaoan didn’t have it in himself to care. In fact, something like that was so far beyond the realm of possibility he would have laughed at himself if it had ever crossed his active mind. Things like that were not in his nature – were not in the nature of a leader, a winner. He was there to thrive and Riq’s days of merely surviving were long behind him.

He slammed in, heaving over her, grunting as he worked himself up to a second climax. Thrusts could be so rhythmic and plain, one stroke after the other, but there was a comfort in how one came after the other. Her ass squeezed around him, starting small with short, shuddering twitches that swiftly evolved into Cortana clenching hard on his dick.

“Mmmph, yeah, just like that you AI slut, learning your place.”

He jeered at her, though Cortana was doing exactly what he needed her to do. He caught the red glow of humiliation rising to her cheeks and laughed open-mouthed, with no humour in the sound. She tried to rock back against him, though his hand on her upper back pinned her there and her bondage stopped her from having too much control over what her own body was able to do. There was nothing more for the T’Vaoan to do other than to take his pleasure with her, building up into a satisfying frenzy of thrusts, intent only on destroying her ass.

He snarled, a long, rasping, roiling sound, as he climaxed inside her, long, heavy spurts of seed flooding her ass, surely for the first time. He had not honestly cared to ask whether or not Cortana was a virgin, but it was just one more thing on an ever-extensive list of such things he didn’t care about. Riq didn’t have any use at all for a virgin sex slave, for once they were used just the once that title was stripped boldly from them anyway.

She shuddered as his hot seed filled her ass, just one more hole in her body defiled in a way Cortana would never, ever find any relief from. Yet that burning need was not satisfied in her and she let out a broken half-sob as he pulled his dick from her, reaching for him the moment her cuffs were unlocked and yanked free.

“Please…”

“Oh, begging now?” He grinned. “You could stop this… Well, the isolation. You’re going to be passed around the whole ship, another AI sex toy. You’ll be in prime demand though, so that’s gotta count for something. So, out with it then, I ain’t got all day. You ready to talk, whore?”

She shook her head, her body automatically responding while a part of her mind screamed, howling, not quite knowing what far. He laughed and waved her off, shoving her away as she grabbed onto his leg.

“Enough of that, I’ll be back.”

Only, Riq Thoc didn’t come back. Day after day passed, her body sustained with meagre meal packs and the bare minimum of fluid needed to sustain it. After all, the humanoid “suits” given to AIs like her may not have needed everything a human did, but they still, at least somewhat, needed to be kept alive. More and more Sangheili and Kig-Yar arrived to fuck her, using her ass after that very first time Riq Thoc had broken her in. They were still interested, however, in taking her pussy and her mouth, for it was not as if those fresh holes on her body had fallen out of vogue in the slightest.

“Mmph!”

She blinked, coming to her reality on her back, sort of. She was suspended between two Sangheili, looming over her, her mouth and throat filled with one’s cock and the other cramming every inch he could into her soaked pussy. His dick gleamed with her body’s essence, a sick churning roiling through her gut at how her body had responded to him. That, by then, had become natural to her. The other Sangheili’s cock plunged into her throat while she swallowed around him, drooling from the corners of her lips. She hadn’t thought she could really take a cock that deep, but there were a lot of things coming to light that her body was better able to do.

The Sangheili had a hold of her arms and legs to keep her suspended between them, breasts up, though there were more prowling – as many as could fit in her isolation chamber. There was a part of her that so very sorely wanted to be out of there, to at the very least see the rest of the ship – but what good did “wanting” do her? She was stuck there, struck by the need to lick her lips and denied even that small, simple thing, her pussy straining around a cock that was, frankly, too big for it. Yet all of their dicks were too big for her and her body had slowly become more and more amenable to stretching around them for the first fuck of the day.

Or night, really. She had no sense of time, the lights always on in there, the lack of sunlight bad for the body she was in. She groaned, shuddering as one released down her throat, the aching tingles spreading through her body. They were always there those days and Cortana did what she could to tune them all out.

However, it was not possible that time, not as every hole was filled and more Sangheili appeared, along with Kig-Yar, not giving her any kind of chance in the slightest for a break between rounds. A Kig-Yar rammed his girthy cock into her ass as she was forced to bounce on him, her legs bent but her feet barely feeling like they were able to stabilise her on the floor at all. A Sangheili, conversely, filled her mouth, but her hands were only up so she could rest them on him, feeling a little more like she was steadied there. It was all Cortana could do.

All those little things she could do built up and up as the gangbang continued. When she thought she was done with one, cum and dirt marking her body, another came, but the race of them didn’t matter. Cortana knew what they were there for, either way, and they would use her even if she screamed she didn’t want to be used. Her body ached for it, burning for more, and she gasped aloud in the moment before another cock rammed into her.

She was bound over a crude sort of bench, her pussy and asshole exposed, legs splayed out and cuffed to it with heavy, metal manacles. Every move she made brought forth the clink of the manacles and the chains, though they were short and only gave her the barest semblance of being able to move – like the ghost of a thought. A line of Kig-Yar formed to take her, though she wouldn’t be told whether they were taking her ass or her pussy. No one spoke to her, for a sex slave was not supposed to ever be any kind of good conversationalist.

She grunted as she was fucked, a cock in her ass and another in her pussy as soon as that one was removed. It was almost a relief for Cortana to find a Kig-Yar cock in front of her face and she opened up, almost willingly, for him. Still, she told herself she was only doing what she was doing so they would leave her alone, for she didn’t want to have her hair grabbed and ripped from her scalp, forcing her to open her mouth when she could make it, even in a small way, easier on herself.

Hours passed, perhaps. It was hard to tell time. All she knew, in the end, was she was down on her knees again, heaving, cum marking her face, drooling from her lips. Someone had cum in her mouth only a few moments ago and the mess of them lingered on her, sullying her skin. Her chest heaved for breath – and then there was Riq Thoc himself, towering magnificently above her, tipping her chin up to him with one clawed hand.

“Remove it.”

He said the command shortly – but it was not meant for her ears. A Kig-Yar, presumably, deactivated the suppression collar and she whined as it was removed, her neck sore in its absence. Her body felt almost too light after it, but her mind was fuzzy and broken, barely able to string together words into a coherent thought.

What kind of AI am I?

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Broken. Thrown away. Discarded. Useless.

Or useful. She looked up at him as her thoughts wavered, threatening to hurl Cortana down to a place she never wanted to go. That was not for her, not as the crowd of Kig-Yar and Sangheili parted, some leaving and others pressing themselves to the walls, giving Riq Thoc space with her.

She swayed, on her knees. Nothing was there but her, her body bare, nothing to ground her. Riq Thoc sat on a wooden crate offered to him, but Cortana didn’t need to know where it had come from.

“Talk. Give in. This is your life now.”

He said no more than that, though there was no kindness in his words. Maybe it was that lack of any compassion for her at all that had her crossing the space between them, his cock out and hard, standing up from his lap like it was waiting for her. Cortana didn’t even recall actually getting up and on her feet, but she bowed before him and took his cock deep into her mouth, stroking with both hands what would not fit.

“Mmmm…”

She moaned around him, her blood singing for him. Oh, she could feel so much more without the suppression collar – and yet she wanted it back at the same time. She needed Riq to claim her, to dig his claws into her and fuck her, for nothing else would do. The thought of talking was as far from her mind as it ever could have been, but he had her right where he wanted her and nothing was ever going to change the fact that his systematic methods of breaking enemies had worked once again.

Her mind went blank. It was so much better to do it all of her own free will, to have that control over herself once more. His cock fit in her mouth perfectly and sucking him off was like coming home, even though there was semen drooling from her ass and her pussy, her body bruised and used already. It felt right in a way Cortana did not even have to put words to, her body instinctively, even then, wanting to push her ass back as if she was presenting her body to be used all over again. It failed to acquire logical reasoning in her mind, but his cock in her mouth made sense.

The lack of a collar allowed everything that had been held back to rush over her, though her connection to the processing systems that may have given her aid before had been severed. She didn’t wonder why; she didn’t have to. She was right where she needed to be as she stroked the base of his cock and bobbed her head on it, not even needing to be dragged back and forth, like her mouth was a warm, living sex toy for him to fuck. Not that it sounded like all that much of a bad idea to Cortana anymore, for anything was better than being down there, alone, in isolation.

Dimly, Cortana was aware of the T’Vaoan major, her superior, her owner, looking over her imperiously, though she couldn’t put a name to the other expression on his strange face. Groaning, she pressed her tongue to the underside of his cock, swirling and scooping it awkwardly around his cock-tip when she pulled back enough to do so. He didn’t like that, however, and a heavy hand on her head directed her back down again, so the entirety of his cock was buried in her mouth all over again, making her cheeks bulge, gulping around him.

Deep throating wasn’t at all something Cortana had ever thought she’d want or need to be familiar with, but it felt right in that moment. Or as “right” as anything was ever going to be for them ever again, heart pounding, blood rushing through her veins fervently. Her body needed to sustain itself, even then, but her breaking was only just coming to a close. She gagged around him but he pressed on, grinding into her throat and forcing it to strain around him, though even he could only get so far down it. There were still limitations to an AI’s body, as she’d been designed, and she would not be any different from what and who she was.

“Unff… A good use for those lips,” Riq jeered, “but what of the rest of you? Sucking lips can’t talk.”

She trembled, but she had to do it. She couldn’t push further, not even then, panting heavily, his cock suddenly yanked from her mouth in a spray of spittle and pre-cum. It drooled from her, slopping over her lips, though Cortana didn’t care for any mess. It just wasn’t something that registered for her anymore, not in any way.

He sat back on the wooden crate, his knees apart, though not so far that Cortana would have struggled to straddle him. She knew, even down on her knees, what she had to do, huffing and grunting, panting heavily as she rose on shaky legs. Slowly, achingly so, she edged over him, sitting on his cock as she moaned.

It should never have felt so good to take his dick into her like that, to feel her passage hugging every inch of his shaft like they were made to be together. That was not the case, of course, for it was more like she was designed to take his cock deep, to suck and fuck his dick, an AI whore, just like he’d said. Maybe that was all Cortana had ever been to him?

It was okay. It had always been okay, in a strange sort of way she wasn’t ever supposed to make sense of. After her gang-rapes, her processing power was shot and her mind was not what it had been. It was shaky and fragmented as she rose and fell on Riq’s cock, wanting it as deep inside her as it could go and grinding down onto him just to please him even more.

“Speak!”

She jolted into action, breath washing over her lips, though such a small sensation could not ground her in a moment like that. Her eyes closed but her lips opened – just as they were meant to do.

They fell from her, like water, teetering and spilling from her lips. One after the other, every secret, every position, everything the UNSC had imparted to her. Earth’s location, Halo’s existence – oh, there was nothing at all held back. And she kept rocking her hips on top of his cock with every moan and secret imparted, though Riq Thoc had others to record the information he gleaned from the AI for him.

A smirk spread across his body, though the T’Vaoan did not cum inside her, not yet. He held off, coaxing everything from her with a salacious parting of his beak, eyeing her up like a meal he finally got to savour. She would make the greatest slut on his ship, used by everyone, though she would no longer bear any particular importance to him once he’d uncovered everything Cortana knew. Of course, there were some secrets that simply would not come out in that first fuck, the collar removed and words running into one another in their haste to be free of the newest sex slave. Slaves like her, well…they didn’t need words. Only their holes.

“Keep talking.”

His voice was low and gruff, almost gravelly. She moaned, leaning onto him, a hand on his shoulder, though there was no level of comfort between them. Cortana shuddered, not knowing what he wanted to hear from her, so she told him everything. With her breaking came the death of the UNSC, Earth falling, everything hinging on what Cortana knew. Her death would not have brought either side down, but what she knew and processed for the UNSC and more was enough to turn the tide of the war even more in the Covenant’s favour.

But Cortana knew none of that, even though she would be ordered to talk and talk for days after. Despite all she wanted being to crawl to the T’Vaoan and more on her knees to suck his dick, to do more, to be used and to be taken. Her mind narrowed in on her purpose on the ship, like her AI psyche had suddenly found a task to complete. Of course, that was a more primitive function of lower-grade AIs, but that didn’t mean she was immune to it.

She was prey to it as she bounced on his cock, flushed in the face, her dark hair clinging to the sweaty nape of her neck. Cortana trembled, barely able to take what she needed, but she didn’t have to. She couldn’t get there on her own and if the T’Vaoan wanted to keep fucking her like that, she would simply have to remain in ignorance of what her body truly wanted from him.

His clawed hands, suddenly, scooped under her ass as she was lifted and then thrown on the floor, though the T’Vaoan went right along with her. He lifted her hips while she was splayed out on the ground and fucked her ruthlessly, grinding even more of his cock into her that Cortana had not quite been able to do. Then and only then did a raw, broken howl wrench itself from her lips and orgasm swelled within her, for the first time throughout all of her rapes, all the times over she’d been used and taken.

It steamrolled her, making her feel crushed even if that was not a thing that would happen when she had a use there as a sex slave. She was a warm body to fuck and that was enough in that process, in that life. Everything else could fall away. But the bliss of climax overruled even her pussy clenching around him, spasms going through her body in a way she’d never experienced before. It came with a rush of hot, intoxicating need, like she was being sated and driven on to need more, ever more, at the same time.

But she didn’t have to understand, not even as her body was granted the barest modicum of relief. Cortana tried to lean into the T’Vaoan as he bellowed and lost his seed inside her, hips rocking, grinding, taking every inch of her cunt that was available to him. As he filled her with his dirty cum, she lay there, soft and compliant, a faint smile flickering on her lips. The outline of her collar remained on her neck, like an imprint that, in time, would fade. No one could tell whether or not she’d be given another collar, but it’d depend on Riq Thoc’s whims.

From that day on, she was used as just another whore on the ship. She was not privy, not intimately, to how the UNSC broke and fell, along with Earth. It should have made her feel sad, at the very least, or like she could have done something to help the humans and more, but…the notion just wasn’t there. For her, it didn’t exist for her anymore, like there was empty space or mindless lust where that emotion and sensibility had resided before.

She sat on a Sangheili’s cock, down in the open hall, though she didn’t care for her audience. There were other AIs in there too, some other races, but Cortana didn’t pay attention to them. Communication and relationships just weren’t something that registered to her anymore, forever chasing her next high, an addict caught by the highest order. After all her sophistication, she could barely form a coherent thought, but Cortana had not felt the loss of that since she had been down in the isolated chamber.

The Sangheili’s mandibles spread, dripping with saliva, as he climaxed inside her, Cortana facing him, though there was no familiarity or companionship between them. She just needed to serve him, to be another whore to fuck, to feel those clawed hands gripping her body every waking hour, barely even given a chance to eat or rest. Those things just didn’t seem to hold any importance to her anymore.

She was moved through the hall, passed from clawed hand to hand, bent over so her ass could be used too. They liked to let her fall forward while her anal passage was impaled on a hard length, leaving her mouth open to be fucked too. Spit roasted like that gave her all the stimulation Cortana felt herself, even then, capable of, but she would have been used and fucked even if she’d passed out. Of course, she was “looked after” in the sense that she was allowed food and sleep, the opportunity to be clean, but it was hard for even Cortana to go through that process herself.

As she was used, humanity scattered to the stars. She would not have joined them, in their holdouts, for that didn’t feel like it was a part of her life anymore. That time… It was so far away. It didn’t belong to her anymore.

What she did know, however, was that her “owner,” the T’Vaoan major who’d made her what she was, won his leg of the race. His corner of the war proved to be one of the most important one, his forces, and pirate contact in particular, boasting the AI to defeat the Prophets, to hide the Halos. Gaining the weapons to decimate Earth – and further planets – was an easy feat after that, though Riq Thoc more than assured his place in the galaxy as a fighting power. He may not have been one of the most physically impressive T’Vaoan, but Riq Thoc found his place and clawed his way into it regardless. It was only a shame Cortana had not had a more powerful ending for herself.

Her ending was raw and ragged, though she stayed with Riq Thoc, used sometimes by others when he wanted to lend her out. The other AIs and coveted Spartan sluts were distributed, as Riq Thoc saw fit, though it was mostly Kig-Yar that ended up with them. Many of his high-ranking Kig-Yar ended up in officer and captain roles, able to take the AI to be personal sluts on their ships. The AIs, after all, were functional and had varied uses, sometimes put to menial roles where they were not actively needed as sex slaves.

Spartans, however… Well, they fit best as concubines, war trophies to be flaunted for their power, which had been broken and controlled just as Cortana had found herself to be. Cortana saw them being trained, when Riq Thoc was no longer needed for active combat, but the T’Vaoan picked up the dregs of humanity all the same.

So, she watched as more humans still were dragged onto the ship – and the subsequent, grander vessel – but they stayed for varying amounts of time. They didn’t have to stay, not with Riq Thoc running the training and breaking of new sex slaves, though he seemed to favour humans. They usually had body types like hers, although Cortana scrambled constantly for the T’Vaoan’s favour. No one else mattered, even if she would obey and offer her body to anyone who wanted her, as she had been trained, as she had been told. The thought of saying “no” to anyone simply was not something that had ever crossed her mind since she had, finally, been permitted to leave the isolation chamber.

Even that… That time in her life… She blinked, struggling to recollect it. It didn’t seem real. She was aware, somewhat, she’d had a different life before, that she’d been someone else. She’d had a name… But Cortana didn’t use it anymore. She was called “whore” and “slut” and “AI” – among many other things too. It was natural for her to respond to those names and terms, however they came across, rather than her own name. Even if she was still aware of her own name, Cortana would not have recognised it as hers.

On all fours, she moaned, the bench under her not padded at all. Her body rubbed and ground into the hard wood as she was fucked, her ass stretched wide around a Kig-Yar’s cock. Riq tended to keep her for himself, when it came to T’Vaoans, but there was not too much of a difference between a Kig-Yar and a T’Vaoan in her case. They all came with cocks and they were all ready to fuck her. She was ready to service them. There was simply nothing more to it than that.

Cortana, however, had been tied to the bench, so she could not move, raised to the perfect height for the Kig-Yar to grind into her. She was up on her toes, though she could have just let her full weight rest on the bench and not tried to support herself at all, but there was still a small part of her mind that strove to “catch” herself like that. Like she had to not relinquish every last little bit of her autonomy, though it was all wrapped up in her wanting to be better at serving, at giving everything she had in her.

She clenched around his dick, heart pounding, a slutty moan on her lips. Before her, another woman was being trained, though she was not an AI. There was really no difference, for they were all to become the same sex slaves in the end. If she’d had the words to spare, she would have told them how good it was to be used, for they were still fighting back, tears streaking their face. Cortana could have, perhaps, helped them accept their position as sex slaves even more, to aid in their training, but she just couldn’t. It wasn’t her position to do so and didn’t have the breath to spare anyway. She only hoped they’d enjoy their life, once it all changed for them.

Either way, she had nothing to do with it, nothing to say.

It was better still when she was allowed to worship Riq Thoc’s cock again, not merely passed around to be used when the sex slaves were not in training. She moaned, kneeling before him in his private quarters, though Cortana was not afforded the comforts of it. She exhaled and kissed up the length of his cock, eyes half-closed, moaning like the cock-whore she was.

“Ah, how you’ve changed, slut…”

His gravelly voice rasped over her and something in Cortana keened for him to show her some softness, to know she was wanted as a sex slave. She yearned for him to want her and her alone, but that was something the AI would never get. He laughed at her while she slurped over his cock, running her tongue along the thick, sultry length, and pushed her lips over the fat head, sucking him down. There was nothing better to her than worshipping Riq Thoc’s cock, devoting herself in her entirety to him.

His cock fit perfectly in her mouth after everything and she sucked around him, bobbing her head on his cock like nothing else in the world existed for her. Her body quaked with need and, still, she was right where she wanted to be, knowing of no other world or life where she might have, in any small way, fit. With the T’Vaoan’s cock filling her mouth, forcing her jaw as wide as it always did, she moaned for his hand grabbing her hair, yanking her back and forth. Of course, Riq Thoc didn’t need to do such a thing, but she was his to use, so it was not as if Cortana was in any position at all to protest.

She was exactly where she was meant to be. Even when he finished that time by blowing his load down her throat and headed out, with her, to take shots at humans on a nearby planet, just for the fun of it, she was where she wanted to be. It was natural for her to kneel before him, her back to a broken, metal barrier, which may have been part of a ship at some point. It had been downed from space, of course, a long time ago, twisted, gnarled metal sticking up and offering some protection to Riq Thoc. It was not as if, of course, her beloved owner needed that protection, for she could never see any kind of bullet or energy beam or anything else at all piercing his body.

He was invincible. At least, he was to her.

He slotted his cock into her mouth as if it was the most natural thing in the world, casually firing off at humans, sniping with his weapon resting before him. Riq Thoc didn’t even bat an eyelid at having his persona AI slave sucking off his cock while he was shooting, cool and collected, his beak even ever so slightly parted in a slight smirk.

The T’Vaoan grunted as he rocked his hips lightly, spearing into Cortana’s mouth. Of course, his slave would do anything he wanted, anything at all, but it was something of the most relaxing way to spend a day while taking out some humans who, surely, wouldn’t have been suitable for trafficking as sex slaves anyway. At least, that was what he told himself, because that was how he needed things to go. There were plenty more out there to be captured and it was not as if they had any significant strongholds out there anyway. After all the hard work he’d put in, he more than deserved a little fun too.

She was glad to have ended up there, a life beforehand no longer even recalled. Things were dimmer, so very much so, while she was worshipping his cock, slurping on his length, coaxing out his cum, over and over again. She had to have it, every drop, but there was always more to come.

The T’Vaoan groaned and rocked forward, his attention wavering for a fraction of a second as orgasm roared through him. He jammed every inch of his dick into his slave’s mouth that he could, though there was no softness towards her, only a raw possessiveness and a claim over her. She was a key that had led to a part of his success, after all, but it was not down to Cortana that he had thrived.

It was all down to him and he relished in that as he spent his seed straight down her throat, her eyes closed and her throat working as she gulped down everything she could, all like the good little slut she was. He licked the edge of his beak, tongue pulling back in against his teeth, though he paid little attention. Before him, he took another shot at a human who was levelling their gun at him from a distance, though he didn’t care for how they were armed. They dropped like the others, but he thought he saw another female further back, in the red-orange landscape strewn with wreckage, who could be a viable slave to sell.

So it was that the Covenant triumphed and the stream of sex slaves infiltrating the more insidious side swelled in numbers, serving just as they were designed to…

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