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Breaking Cortana

Part two of three

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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“Starting time, sunshine!”

Cortana’s head jerked up, blinking blearily. She’d been sleeping, or whatever counted for sleep with her body, which still needed to rest. Her body ached dully, the suppression collar doing nothing for the pain receptors that just wanted to fire off and off, to send signals to that stupid brain of hers. Yet The T’Vaoan major stalked inside with a clack of his beak and grabbed her by her hair, wrenching her up and somewhat onto her feet.

“Argh!”

She couldn’t stop the pained cry bursting from her lips, but it would not help or hinder her either way.

“You’ll regret the day you were captured, by Riq Thoc,” he said, his voice low and raspy, a note of anticipation grinding through his tone. “But it all ends the same for those who fall under my claw…”

Words were not needed, not as he ran his claws over her body, admiring her breasts, her genitalia. She, at least, had a name for him, but knowing that he was called Riq most certainly would not make things any better for Cortana in the long run. But all she had to do was not talk and that, above all else, would have to be what grounded her there, holding her in place while the world and the wider galaxy kept right on spinning around her.

But she wasn’t ready, could never have been ready, for him pulling out his dick again, though the T’Vaoan was not wearing armour that time. He was wearing lighter clothing, something that seemed more breathable, though she would not have called it casual by any means. It could have been called light armour, in a blue and grey shade, though it all ceased to matter with his cock freed and in her face.

“Unff… No!”

She forced out the defiant cry, wrenching her head back from him, teeth bared. It was an aggressive behaviour, even towards creatures with a beak like him, but it was not as if her human teeth could do anything to Riq. He laughed, sharp and clacking, and rammed his cock into her mouth anyway, forcing her to keep her jaws open wide while the drooled cock-tip shoved its way into the back of her mouth.

No… Not again.

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But it was the vicious kind of debasement she’d come to expect, huffing and grunting, while he sawed in and out of her mouth. Her cheeks filled with his cock while she choked and struggled to take him, eyes streaming with tears. Against everything Cortana wanted, she couldn’t stop her body from responding as it was, hacking and gagging on a length of cock she didn’t want and, frankly, was too big for her body to take. Alas, she’d already seen how the other captured AIs on the ship had been treated and just what their bodies were capable of…

Forcing that thought from her head, she tried not to think too much about what was happening to her. Yet it was impossible not to hear his hisses and grunts of pleasure while he clacked his beak, pounding her mouth like it was merely a hole to be fucked. She couldn’t really tell whether he was doing it all for his pleasure or truly to break her, though Cortana thought, with a sickening twist of her stomach, that it was likely both things at once.

That didn’t change how his cock ground over her lips, pulling at her flesh, forcing her tongue down ruthlessly into the bottom of her mouth, between her teeth. Not that she wanted to use it, thought the stinking reek of him poured into her, for Cortana had to inhale regardless, her body needing breath. Still, he forced her to give him a blowjob, as unwilling as she was, down on her knees while he bent his own, his hand in her hair to haul her up and manipulate the AI to his will.

So, she was dragged back and forth until he grunted with pleasure and wrenched his dick out at the very last moment to spend his seed over her face. Sticky ropes of cum splattered her face and she wrenched herself back with all the strength she had in her, hands up, but that didn’t help. Some cum poured over her hands, marking the palms, but even that was cloying and overstimulating, reeking of something that was not for her, should never have been for her.

She huffed and grunted while he jerked himself off over her face, just willing it to be over.

“Ah, but you…unff…won’t talk yet, will you?”

He seemed to take pleasure in that, his orgasm tapering off as he wiped his cock off on her face, so there were more sticky, dirty smears of cum across her cheeks. He even compressed her nose as he did so and Cortana could not resist a disgusted shudder.

That was not it, however, as she was dragged up again, the T’Vaoan major taking full advantage of the pipes in the room. Casually, kicking her aside so he had more space, he slung a chain over the strongest of the pipes, though it was not as if Cortana’s slender body was going to put all that much strain on them. He huffed and manacled her wrists nonchalantly, nothing at all about her behaviour giving him pause. Cortana was far from the first he’d broken, though her defiance excited him. That meant his torment could go on for longer, all as he saw her broken down into nothing at all, her body used and abused until she was a willing servant for every creature, regardless of species, on his ship that wanted to fuck her.

And she was pretty, in that soft, human way, with her arms up over her head, her body on full display to him. She kicked and twisted, forced up onto the tips of her toes in that position, for the chain didn’t give her much freedom between the manacles. It too was rather on the short side, but he didn’t feel at all like fixing that. She’d be fucked in multiple positions, over the course of her breaking, and the chain was just one part of her complete debasement.

“Such a pretty, weak thing… And all those secrets in your head…”

He rasped a laugh, stroking his cock. His shaft, of course, had remained hard. That was much to Cortana’s detriment in time, for he didn’t need all that much time at all to recover between rounds, though he would need some kind of respite sooner or later.

Groping her, he grabbed at her tits, thumbing them, uncaring of his claws. If they cut and drew blood that was of no concern to him. There were immuno-bots that could be injected into her system to protect her from the common bacteria on T’Vaoan claws, but that was solely to make sure she continued to be the perfect sex toy, ultimately, for them all. It was never going to be done for her concern and true well-being.

The AI hissed prettily through her teeth as he hoisted her up, forcing her legs up around his waist. They dropped the moment Riq released them, but that was more to her detriment, really, for it only served to put more strain on her arms and shoulders if she didn’t hold on to him like that. Grabbing a leg while she dangled there, swinging, he drove his cock up between her legs, giving a few short, sharp thrusts until he sank home into her cunt. Yet even those testing grinds and humps of his cock were rough and crude, pushing over the sensitive, soft folds of her pussy and startling a pained cry from her lips.

“Ah!”

“Yes, little whore…”

Cortana flinched from him and he drank in her shame as his thick length stretched out her pussy. As it had done with so many others, her body hugged him tightly, taking his length despite his cock seeming like it had to be far too large for her body. She had to take it all, one way or the other, grunting and heaving, huffing hotly for breath. Riq would make more than sure of it.

He snarled as he speared into her, hitching her legs up so they were on either side of his hips, but that was only so he had more leverage to grind into her. Every push of his dick rammed his length a little deeper inside her, her pussy wrapped around his dick like she was made for him. She was so hot, warm-blooded, and the wetness marking his cock betrayed her body becoming aroused, even if Riq was not such a fool as to think it was anything more than a physical response. He preferred, after all, when his victims were unwilling, which was why he often had such a hand in the breaking process.

Cortana clenched her jaw, a muscle jumping in the corner. Her pussy ached, burning viciously. She’d not been ready for him, not in body or in mind, but she wasn’t in any position to complain, not when Riq Thoc had made it quite clear that was how he intended to use her, to break her down. As her body jostled on top of him, he hissed out his pleasure, and she wished oh so very much she could drift away from everything that was happening to her, forgetting how much his cock stretched her out, pussy even twitching on his length.

She hated that. But her body was going to do what it was going to do and she couldn’t stop that, even though she could have done an awful lot more with the suppression collar off and new modes of data and communication opened up to her in the body’s “mind,” as it was. That was a false hope, however, as it wasn’t going to come to pass, more and more of that cock spearing into her roughly, crudely.

It pushed deeper and deeper inside her, so deep she thought it could not possibly go any further. Despite the pain burning through her, the T’Vaoan bouncing her body on his prick, she still stretched around him without anything worse happening, despite her mind reeling. Still, Cortana held on as his breath rate increased, seeming to drag and rasp through his chest with every pull of air into his lungs. She wished he’d drop dead before he finished inside her.

Yet her body was just a tool and there was no pleasure in it for her as he fucked her ruthlessly, hating how her breasts bounced while she was used. Her body warmed around him, yes, though Cortana was altogether too hot, far too hot, and sweat beaded on her skin. Closing her eyes did her no good either as Riq shoved his toothy beak into her face and shrieked.

“Watch me! You will observe!”

Her eyes snapped open again, heaving from the rancidness of his breath streaming over her. Yet fear sank too heavily into the pit of her stomach, a cold weight she was not at all ready for. Her body was suspended and she clenched her legs, helplessly, around him, just to put less strain on her shoulders. If only her pain receptors could be controlled still – ah, but that was a false hope. She shouldn’t sink her faith in dreams that were not real.

Someone will come for me.

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She flinched from it, huffing and grunting, hating every sound that broke her lips. She didn’t want to think about what was happening to her, but Cortana couldn’t drag her mind away from how thick that cock was inside her, how her body warmed sickeningly to the T’Vaoan’s tough. Riq powered into her, bouncing her on his dick, and she didn’t quite dare try to close her eyes again. It wasn’t worth the rankness of his breath pouring over her and Riq’s nasty beak was close enough to her as it was.

Yet there was something there too, her body aching around him, her pussy clenching against her will. Cortana grunted and tried to relax while he sawed into her, but it was not as if that was going to make it any easier for her…would it?

She didn’t know. Being raped was not exactly the kind of scenario she’d ever been in before, but she didn’t have to think about things, not in the moment, for too much longer. The T’Vaoan major pounded her ruthlessly, her body bounced and jostled on his dick, and he hissed into her face. Everything about it was uncomfortable and she just wished she had her feet back on the ground, even if she’d been pushed up onto her toes just to stop herself from hanging off her restraints, but nothing took her away from the present she was locked into.

Riq didn’t care. In fact, he wasn’t even really thinking about breaking Cortana anymore. All he needed was to ram into her, over and over again, grinding the thick length of his meat deeper and deeper. When the head of his dick came up roughly against her cervix, he didn’t care, just bashing into it, repeatedly. The pleasure or feeling of an AI never even crossed his mind, one way or the other, but he would grind down into breaking her soon enough. After a fight, regardless, it was good for Riq Thoc to get the chance to let off some steam.

Her face was conflicted before him as he pounded her and Riq scoffed. She’d come around soon enough and Cortana would be no different to the others, not in the end. She was not born, but she was programmed just like the others, and her secrets would be theirs soon.

He took his pleasure, regardless, a rush of need surging through him. Yet there was no reason at all for Riq to hold back his orgasm as he lost control inside of her, hot spurts of cum filling her cunt for the first time. It, of course, would not be the last and he laughed in her face as the AI clenched around his cock.

“This is where you belong, AI-slut.”

Cortana flinched, but otherwise did her best to make her expression impassive. She had to feel what was happening to her, but she didn’t want to think about it, not too much. Exhaling, her breath washed over her lips, a smear of saliva drying quickly. The room was too hot, far, far too hot, and she looked away, Riq finally releasing her from his attention.

The T’Vaoan, however, stayed buried deep inside her, spending every drop of his filthy seed. Maybe that wasn’t something Cortana should have been thinking of, but she had to think of something, something that could, in some small way, protect her from the horrors forced upon her.

Yet there was nothing grand to how he dropped her on the ground, shivering and sweaty despite the heat, her body fighting to get a handle on what was happening to her. Cortana moaned only when Riq had left the room, though that was little solace.

Her body ached and her stomach growled, needing sustenance. That could have been ignored without the suppressing collar in place and she clenched her jaw just to feel the sharp bite of pain there, the strain from pushing her body beyond a level it was meant to reach. Everything had limits, but shoving herself against hers made her feel like she was taking back a tiny little bit of control all for herself.

He left her there without a backwards glance and Cortana didn’t really know what to think about that, whether or not it was something she was supposed to deal with. Human had all kinds of thoughts and feelings, applying what their personal situation was to the wider world. She was more used to processing and, sometimes, giving the expected reaction to those she was around. Of course, that wasn’t so much of an issue with AIs like her, who she also worked closely with.

Had worked closely with. She reframed that in her mind to be the past tense. But it could change, soon, as long as she kept that little flame of hope and resilience alive in her heart, focusing on what she could do and, undoubtedly, holding out.

Time passed. Cortana didn’t know for how long. It didn’t matter.

The door opened once more, sliding into the wall with a hiss of the air lock. She stiffened but could not keep her gaze fully averted from the Kig-Yar slinking into her room, his red eyes glowing with greed. Of course, that was figurative, not literal, but she could see the hunger in his eyes, his reptile-like jaw hanging open. He didn’t look quite like the T’Vaoan, though T’Vaoans were a sub-species of the Kig-Year, but she felt she knew all she needed to know about them both: they were the enemy.

Cortana might have liked to explore deeper into how relations had soured, why things had gone so bad between different factions – and she knew the history too. It was just easier for her to compartmentalise her foes at that time, seeing them completely and solely as the enemy.

The Kig-Yar flared his crest, clicking his teeth as he approached. With digitigrade legs, he stalked her with a savvy eye, pulling away his armour so his crotch was exposed. That was something, perhaps, Cortana should have expected, though it still took her a moment to stop herself from reeling in disgust, or even screwing up her face.

A thick, black cock that gleamed as if it was slimy with some substance she didn’t want to consider, pushed out of what seemed to be a slit. It was of no real matter if their genitalia was held internally or externally, for they were all going to do the same to her either way.

He released her from her bonds, which pulled her hands up and over her head, forcing her onto her tiptoes. Yet Cortana fought and kicked and snarled in his face as she fell, struggling to regain her own feet while the Kig-Yar stranger, at least to her, laughed, clackingly.

“Heh-har…” He rasped. “Fresh meat…”

Yet he didn’t see her, evidently, as something to be spoken to. She was just something to be used and, fleetingly, Cortana wondered if that was something she was going to have to get used to. Maybe she wouldn’t be rescued in time, maybe there wasn’t anyone coming for her. Maybe no one even knew where she was or assumed she had been deactivated – functionally dead, even though AIs did not “die” like the sentient creatures she worked with.

“Release me!”

“Oh… Feisty…”

He laughed again, his speech a little slurred and slow. It was as if he was intoxicated, but she didn’t know what he’d been doing before. His breath stank, regardless of what he’d been doing before, and he growled in her face as he forced her onto her back. Cortana struggled and kicked, but her hands were still bound at the wrists, despite no longer being locked onto the pipe.

“Unff…”

He forced her to spread her thighs for him, wedging a knee between them, and crushed her to the floor. His armour pinned her and she grunted, not wanting to say anything to do anything. She strove to retreat in her mind, but the pressure and overstimulation of the Kig-Yar stripped anything she might have been in control of far from her mind.

So, she was forced to bear that cock prodded roughly at her cunt, even though there was still a slop of Riq Thoc’s cum dripping from her. It was meagre lubrication for the Kig-Yar stranger to grind into her, but she supposed she should be glad of anything she could get.

When he penetrated her, she exhaled, letting her body bear through it. That was all she could do, all that was delicately in her control, though every thrust of the Kig-Yar rocked her body, jostling her while he used her. He used her as more of an AI than Cortana had ever felt, like her body was nothing more than a vessel for his pleasure, a hole into which he could unload his dirty seed. He grunted above her, drooling in that large, beak-like mouth, the burned orange of his crest shivering with his own need.

There was nothing she needed to give him, nothing Cortana needed to do. Her dark hair fanned out around her head, but she was no angel – not like the creatures humans of many, many years gone past thought existed. That wasn’t something present in any reality. Yet he loomed over her, his thick cock stretching out her cunt, though she could not have honestly said whether it was better or worse than Riq Thoc taking her. Maybe it didn’t have to be either.

He churred and chattered above her, thrusting harder and faster. His cock sawed and dragged at her pussy, her folds trying to wrap around his cock when he pulled back, but every withdrawal came with another crude thrust that felt more savage than the first. The Kig-Yar crammed every inch of his throbbing dick into her cunt until he bellowed and dug his clawed feet into the ground, leaving deep scratches in the metal.

Cortana could not stop herself from shuddering as his hot seed filled her once again – well, for the second time that day, if she was counting the T’Vaoan too. Yet he was less focused on it than Riq had been, which allowed her to be at least a little more detached. She didn’t think, just let herself drift, though her pussy squeezed around him, not quite understanding, not even then, what was happening to her. Things had changed so quickly that there was little her locked-down mind could comprehend. She was missing so much of herself already…

He pulled out of her with a grunt and she blinked. She’d barely even realised he was finished, but he tucked his dripping member away as if it was all perfectly normal to him. Maybe she was just in a line of AIs he was there to fuck, to rape, to use. The words, for her, were all interchangeable, for that was just the position Cortana had been forced into.

She knelt with her hands in front of her, shuddering at the sensation of seed dripping from her pussy. She wanted to press her thighs together, but neither did she want to keep it inside her body. If she could have reached inside to scoop it all out, curling and digging with her fingers, she would have done so. Strangely, Cortana’s pussy still seemed warmer than usual, but she put that down to her mind never usually needing to focus on that part of her body. It, frankly, had not registered all that strongly for her before.

The door had closed after the Kig-Yar, but that didn’t matter. That time, Cortana was listening out for the next one to come and she caught the heavy, dull footsteps and the subtle vibrations they made before the door hissed open with a clank and a push of air all over again. That Kig-Yar… Well, she could have said he looked quite different, that his scaly, leathery skin was a different shade, but they all looked the same sickening colour to her: brown-yellow. A little like vomit.

If she held that in mind, maybe that would be enough, but he grunted and didn’t say a word to her as he freed his cock and flipped her over. Cortana grunted, on all fours but forced to support her torso on her forearms and elbows, for getting the flats of her hands down to the ground wasn’t all that easy with the cuffs around them. She stank too and sweat marked her skin, even where it had been covered up with a scuff of dirt. Already, she longed for something to clean her body with, to rid it of all the “human” discomforts that the suppression collar flooded her with.

His cock ground to her ass and she scrambled, trying to claw and heave her way from him. If she had to crawl across the ground, she would. If she had to kick and claw and scratch and hiss like an animal, she would.

It wouldn’t get her anywhere, not as the Kig-Yar merely grabbed her by the hips and dragged her back. That time, his cock sank home in one go, pushing inside her, stretching her open, her pussy raw and sore after being fucked earlier. Still, him not having any trouble at all in penetrating her didn’t make things any easier for her, as she grunted and heaved, hauling in rasping, deep breaths to her lungs. They expanded, shuddering when they got to the point of taking in a full breath, but it was at least something she could do, like she was keeping the functions of her body going against all the odds.

She ended up on all fours, kind of, her arms flung out in front of her and her chest braced on the floor. It was the best Cortana could hope for as the Kig-Yar screeched and hammered into her, pounding her sore cunt roughly as if her body was the only thing that could give him what he needed. In another scenario, that could have been arousing – or, at least, Cortana was aware it could have been a turn-on for a human or another sentient species. Right then, it was everything she didn’t need as her stomach wrenched sickeningly, his dick bashing into her cervix, making him feel like it was pushing up more deeply inside her than could be physically possible. After all, without med-packs, her body was breakable. She didn’t think they would heal her unless there was something seriously wrong with her, something that would interfere with their specific brand of interrogating and using her.

Yet Cortana could turn her face away, pressing her forehead to the ground, as he fucked her, roaring as he ejaculated too. Hot streams of cum filled her and she exhaled, counting internally. That helped ground her, but she still let out a soft moan she really should not have as he wrenched his cock free of her pussy. Still shooting his load, mucky cum shot over her ass and dripped down her thighs while Cortana grimaced and tried not to think too much about the feel of it, despite how cloying and thick it was, how it felt like she would never again be clean.

Her body warmed as he left and she, slowly, pushed herself up and around so she was sitting up again. She drew her knees in closer to her chest, noting the aches and pains in her body, but Cortana knew too, after her experience so far, it would not be all that much longer until the next abuser was in there to take her.

Time seemed to have no meaning in there. A pipe in the corner dripped – maybe not water but some kind of liquid. It hissed every time a drop splattered down, but did not evaporate. Cortana stayed away. Her mind reeled, fighting with the simple matter of having nothing to do.

In the end, she was almost relieved to have Riq Thoc enter “her” room again and stalk over to her, a smirk evident in the gleam of his dark eyes as the T’Vaoan major towered over her. Cortana didn’t move, going through the routine all over again of sinking into herself, letting herself forget what was happening.

“You can stop this, you know,” Riq said conversationally, his cock out and in his hand already. “If you talk.”

Cortana shook her head. It was such a small, simple motion and yet even that was her only act of defiance.

“No.”

“Then I will do as I must. A pity…”

He grinned, showing off his teeth in that beak of his. Riq didn’t seem all that upset by her denial and defiance, but Cortana didn’t have time to think about that. Not as he crowded in on her, blocking out her escape from the side of the room where she’d been leaning up against the wall, still in a seated position. She closed her legs as quickly as she could, cum dripping from her bruised cunny, but the T’Vaoan was quick to wrench them apart again and haul her up in his arms. He had the swift presence of mind to loop her arms over his head, where her cuffs kept her wrists together, though Cortana heaved savagely at the back of his neck and head. It had absolutely no effect at all on the T’Vaoan, as if she was a fly fluttering against the side of him.

“A little fight… Spill your secrets and it’ll all be easier for you.”

The T’Vaoan’s tone could have been gentle and wheedling, as if he really was trying to give her the easy option – the “out” she could have taken. She merely closed her mouth and refused to say anything. His slimy cock, already drooling pre-cum, ground into her abdomen, though she didn’t even flinch from it.

She didn’t know why. There was just a little less repulsion there than there had been before, though Cortana could not have said quite how or why that was. She met his gaze and pushed back at him without saying a single thing, yet Cortana’s strength, beneath it all, wavered.

He nodded as if he’d expected that reaction from her all along. Just, really…was there any sense in it? She would break and she was already crumbling, even if the AI would take longer and more brutality still to see her crack and come apart.

He hauled her up, angling her body, raising her buttocks from the floor. Then his cock had enough room to wedge itself under her and up into her pussy, though the angle was not quite right and he had to adjust Cortana on his dick to grind in deeper. She quivered on his cock and, that time, it was Riq’s turn to hide a smirk, though he doubted the AI had enough presence of mind to really understand what a smirk was on his race’s face. They were different, after all, and they were never meant to be quite the same.

Her cunt was soft and warm, though he noted how she shuddered on his dick. Every time was a little different, even though it was all about Riq getting to spend his seed and his pleasure, ultimately, inside a warm, not-so-willing body. He bared his teeth at her, on his knees, fucking up into her pussy while he hefted her up into his lap, keeping Cortana pinned to the wall so she couldn’t squirm away.

Not that Cortana really was going anywhere. She turned her cheek to him and, that time, the T’Vaoan didn’t force her to look at him. Maybe he knew she was already breaking, that resolve inside her cracking, even though it was slow. Cortana huffed and grunted, bounced on his dick, her breasts grimy where he gripped them in his massive, clawed hands. The size difference between them was even more clear when they were up close to one another, his stench drowning her as she growled and tried to think of anything else.

Yet Cortana’s mind, shamefully, only managed to go to something she never wanted to think about. His cock, against all odds…felt good inside her. She exhaled, grappling with that, though her pussy was bruised and sore, aching around him. It should never have felt like that, not like something she wanted, not in the slightest.

It made little sense and the AI thrust it from her mind. The crude thrusts weren’t anything like sensual, slow lovemaking, what really would have set her synapses off, rendered her nerve endings on fire. Even then, she needed something more, desperate for it, moaning and letting her head fall back. She didn’t realise she was slipping into the T’Vaoan’s trap of letting her body become aroused and warm, tingling all over, seeking comfort and solace the only way it knew how at a time like that. Really, it was not the kind of situation anyone was meant to bear through, let alone come out whole and healthy on the other side.

In the end, Cortana could only do what felt sensible and doable for her. She could only do what her body and mind, as they were made, were designed to do. Some things… Well, they would forever be beyond her, at least with the suppression collar in place. If she’d had access to more, well, things could have been different, linking into the greater system. But that wasn’t the case.

So, she was forced to feel his cock inside her, her pussy clenching around him as if experimenting with new sensations. Her head swam and heat pooled at her core, though it did not yet come through all the way, not quite yet. She held herself back, just about, from pushing and grinding into his touch, though even Cortana did not know for just how long she was actually going to be able to hold back for. Things were changing too quickly for even her to understand, heart hammering in her chest and her pussy wetter than it had been before.

He smirked in her face and her eyelashes fluttered, half-lidded over her eyes. It cast the T’Vaoan into a hazy sort of expression, like he could have been something more than a rapist, an abuser. Yet she didn’t truly know what to think of that, what to make of everything, not as her body twitched and pulled around him, like she was trying to make something more of his cock. Only later would Cortana realise, after everything had changed, how her body was trying to milk his thick dick of his seed, taking everything possible from him for her own less than devout pleasure.

It was hard not to feel, truly, how slick and wet she was around his cock. It didn’t pound up against her cervix in that position, but she responded to it, rolling her hips forward and rocking into his touch. She ached for it, so very desperately, wanting him to finish, to lose control inside her. Yet those were strange thoughts indeed, things that did not at all belong in her mind, not in the slightest.

She reeled, though Riq Thoc understood what she was going through and bared his teeth at her. He would let her fall, all at her own pace, and those words and secrets would spill from her lips like water. Riq hesitated to even consider them to be “pretty words” in any way, for what could be pretty like that when it came from an AI? Beauty was neither something he coveted.

No… A T’Vaoan craved the carnal, the raw, the savage. He needed what he needed and it was all up to him to take it. Domination coursed through his bloodstream and he snarled as he fucked her crudely, her hot pussy squeezing around him. That was a sensation that only drove him on all the further, seeking to sate his need above all else, huffing and grunting.

Yet he didn’t ask Cortana for more information, not then. It was not needed, not when he had all the time in the world to break her, to use her. Why, Riq may even have said he would take things more slowly, just so he and the crew under him got to abuse her even more. They hadn’t even used all of her holes yet…

With the confused, aroused AI grunting against him, he sped up, thrusting rapidly and shortly. He didn’t bury the full length of his cock into her in that position, for he didn’t need to, though he relished in the pull and twitch of her soft, yielding body around his cock. Grinding harder and faster, he bellowed as he spent his seed, thick spurts of virile cum filling her.

He yanked his cock unceremoniously from her used cunt when he was done, a slop of cream spilling from her gaping hole. It wasn’t as if it was a bad thing, after all, though the AI had started to reek more like a T’Vaoan than a humanoid AI. Eventually, they would hose her down, but that could be another way in which the crew could use her, a mix of T’Vaoan, other Kig-Var and Sangheili all queuing up to fuck her and use her. Everyone on the ship, of course, had to have some use, even an AI like her.

He didn’t look back as he left. It just wasn’t necessary.

Cortana blinked down at her hands, still sitting back against the wall, dazed by what had happened. Her body ached in a way she hadn’t experienced before, her heart rate slow to ease down again, though she supposed her adrenaline was still heightened from her capture. That was understandable, at the very least. But why had it felt good, even in a small way? She shook her head and licked her lips, tasting the salt of her own sweat on them and a drop of blood.

A stream of others arrived to use her, one after the other. Her pussy and mouth being used were both becoming “the norm” to Cortana, though that was not something she’d ever thought she’d think, let alone allow to breathe life on her lips. She exhaled as she was shoved onto all fours by a Kig-Yar, their beak parted above her, drooling thick, sloppy saliva. She almost sobbed as their cock sank home in her pussy, filling her once again. The AI didn’t even feel so sore anymore, the collar a familiar, resilient weight around her neck.

He fucked her hard, ruthlessly, grinding into her so every inch of his cock was in use, her wetter pussy sucking around him each and every time he pulled back. The Kig-Yar chattered and clacked something above her, drool splattering over her back, though it was an almost comforting sensation. One more thing could ground her so she didn’t have to let her mind wander, so she didn’t have to float and drift in a realm that had never, not truly, belonged to her.

She was not built to be somewhere else. The thought was hazy as it entered her head and was gone a second later, the Kig-Yar slamming in, clawed hands gripping her hips. Those claws didn’t tear through the fragile barrier of her skin, however, even though she might have expected it. Her body gripped him, like it knew it was needed for something greater, lust coursing through, pulse after ardent pulse.

But she couldn’t get it – not from him. What her body wanted, what her mind desperately flitted and wavered after, was out of her reach. It took someone else to give it to her as she inhaled sharply, his hips suddenly juddering all the way up to her ass as he wrenched her back on his cock, burying every inch into her hot, wet sex. Cortana squeezed around him, the physical action coming with no conscious thought, but maybe overthinking things was just not needed anymore.

The Kig-Yar dragged his cock from her, drooling, sticky cum leaking over her pussy and ass. Yet she stayed there, not knowing what else to do. Later, Cortana would tell herself her body was frozen in place, that she hadn’t had the thought to move, that it had not even seemed like an option. It had to be a response of her body she was not familiar with, only, for her, it was so much more than that.

She kept her head lowered, not quite in line with her spine, her rapid breathing easing but only a little. The Kig-Yar had left, but she didn’t honestly remember the door hissing closed after him, though it definitely had shut. So, Cortana remained there, poised perfectly on all fours with her ass facing the door, like she was waiting for someone else to come use her.

Eventually, a Sangheili did, though she had not expected them. Their mandibles and appearance made them quite different from the Kig-Yar her body had been used by, though their dicks were all the same. They were going into one of her holes, after all, whether or not she was ready for them. He didn’t waste time, crouching low and wedging his dick into her gaping, drooling cunt like he had done it all before. A raspy, roiling hiss pulled over her and she wriggled, though he only took the chance to grind into her more deeply.

The full length of the Sangheili’s cock was too long for her cunt, but that didn’t stop him from pounding in and up to her cervix, cramming in every inch her body was at all willing to accept. She grunted in the back of her throat, head spinning, but, thankfully, there was nothing Cortana needed to do there. Whether she was offering defiance still or something else, all the AI had to do was remain fixed in place, only that.

He rocked her body with every thrust, however, her breasts swinging and shifting under her as she was fucked. It was brutal and yet it stoked a fire inside her Cortana could never have been aware existed, the crude, rough fuck doing something for her. Cortana may not have been able to put words to her experience, but it was enough for her and she could exist in that moment, no longer quite simply bearing through it as she had been before.

His cries above her crowded in on her ears and she bit her lip, silencing herself the best she could. That was all Cortana could do, groaning deeply, hiding what her body really wanted to let out. The Sangheili, thankfully, wasn’t paying any attention to her at all, for she was no more than a hole to him, something that could be used, while he pounded her. The slap of his leathery hips on her ass filled the air, like it offered some kind of rhythm she could lean into, following the beat.

Yet he finished quickly, with a short grunt and a spearing thrust that burrowed most of his dick into her. It didn’t even hurt that badly, not anymore, when the Sangheili rammed his hard cock up against her cervix, that barrier that was not meant to be passed. It still felt like something was pushing and bowing up inside her when he did so, but it didn’t hurt her, didn’t make her feel like it was too uncomfortable.

Maybe that was something that would have meant more to Cortana if she’d been in her right mind, but that was no matter really, no concern to her. Her body was going to be used whether or not she liked it and that was, at the very least, one small thing she had to hang on to, rooting herself in place and letting it happen. Fighting back didn’t help, so why try?

She sank into herself, but couldn’t resist a shudder as his cock ground over more sensitive spots inside her than Cortana had even known existed. He snarled behind her, a rancid, alien noise, though she didn’t grind back into it, wanting more, huffing and grunting, barely even believing the sounds leaping from her own lips. They didn’t belong there, though they were very much there all the same.

He spent himself quickly inside her, yet she didn’t get what she wanted out of their time together. When he pulled from her, his cock leaving her cunt in a drooling rope of slick cum that poured from her bruised pussy, she pushed back, her body moving without her even fully knowing what she was doing. Everything that came to pass with her those days, where there were even days, left her more confused than ever, her body prickling and aching deeply with a new warmth that didn’t make sense to her.

She exhaled and, slowly, pulled her legs up, sitting on her backside again. It felt like a good position, though she remained in the centre of the room, merely trying to find things that felt somewhat “okay” to her. Maybe that was all she could do, all as she pressed her forehead to her knees and hunkered forward over her own body, curling into herself like she could ward off the outside world.

Cortana’s hand, however, slipped down. From the front of her shins, where her fingers had been curled around her flesh, it eased back and lower, over and then under her thigh. Her fingers found her pussy, the slick drool of Sangheili cum, and she quivered.

Her pussy was sore… That much was a given. She hissed through her teeth but pressed on, even though there was a nagging, little voice in the back of her head, which had not been there in that manner before, that said it wouldn’t be enough, it could never be enough. Still, she slid her fingers into herself, so much smaller than the cocks she was used to taking by that time, and fingered her well-used pussy.

It took a little work, a little working out what her body was able to do, but she could squeeze her muscles around her fingers, adding a second. A third felt like too much, like it wouldn’t match up to the dicks she’d been taking, a hot flush of need swelling across her cheeks, crawling tenaciously down her neck. Cortana’s flesh burned in a way she was not at all used to and she sucked in a breath, grunting in the back of her throat, trying to quell it.

The AI wasn’t trying to achieve a specific goal, not by any stretch of the imagination, but it felt…good. Maybe that was all she had to do right there and then, dragging her fingers back and out of her pussy and catching a small bud of flesh she’d never really given much thought to. The shot of pleasure had her emitting a soft cry, but it was almost forlorn in the sense that no one on the ship would care one bit about the pleasure it gave her.

That was for Cortana and Cortana alone as she masturbated, even if the AI did not, not in any way, know how to bring herself off. Like that, she didn’t even know it was an option.

Continued in part three of three…