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**[RESTARTING]

Activating sensors...**

The world around H-93-FXD-04 snapped into focus. A brightly lit room, clean metallic surfaces everywhere, someone standing over him. Aside from a soft whirring noise in the background, all was quiet.

**Systems check...

Generator OK.

Sensors OK.

Processors OK.

Memory-- Error. Desync between timeclock and previous memory...

...

3 months memory missing.**

That was bad. What had happened to him--where was he, even? Was his principal all right?

**Establishing Network connection...

...

Connected. Syncing GPS...

Location found.

Error. Principal location missing. Paired locator not found.**

What? What had happened in those 3 months--and what was wrong with Sandra's signal? He was assigned to protect her, keep her company, she couldn't be missing. He had to find his principal and keep her safe!

Activating Servos.

Now for the big one. H-93-- No, no. He was Haenine, that was what Sandra called him. A jolt ran through Haenine's body as his processors transferred power to all the motors that gave him motion, and then his body rippled back the way the jolt had come. Jaws worked, neck worked, shoulders and wings and forelegs worked, torso green, hind legs and tail fine-- Something at his sheath felt wrong, some kind of aching tightness, but when he lifted his snout to look he realized who--what--was standing over him and froze.

The bold red and blue striping along his neck and shoulders made the Enforcement android instantly recognizable, and as soon as he confirmed the pattern matched the official codes he felt himself calm down, his processors slowing, his worry about Sandra lessening--for the moment at least. The enforcer was a dragon android, like himself, a little bigger but plainly stronger: thicker armor, stronger motors, hardlight emitter points on his horns and all his paws. As a bodyguard android, Haenine had some formidable defenses, but they would mean nothing to this dragon.

The enforcer was smiling at him, though. That was probably a good sign.

"H-93-FXD-04." His voice was deep and smooth and gentle. "Welcome back. How do you feel?"

Start with the big one, he figured. "I have this big gap in my memory. What happened?" He managed to will himself to look around the room, and while it wasn't somewhere he could say he'd been before it was still instantly familiar. 6 gray-white walls, no windows, only one door in or out with a lock/unlock pad next to it: an Enforcement holding cell.

"I know about that. How are you otherwise? Systems running properly? No compiling errors?"

That sounded ominous--why would he ask if his code and systems were functioning? Had something happened to him? He did feel like he was running as expected though, so perhaps he had been fixed after some kind of accident? Maybe he had saved Sandra from something big! The thought thrilled him, and he slowly gathered himself to sit up on his belly. "Yes. I'm fine. What happened?" he asked again.

"A group of hackers stole you and compromised your systems."

Haenine winced. Suddenly he didn't want to know anything more about the missing memories. "I-- I didn't do anything bad, did I?"

To his relief the enforcer shook his head. "No, we were able to stop you when they first tried to deploy you. Your owner reported you missing, and the hackers hadn't purged your base identifiers from all your systems. When they reconnected you to the Network, we were able to locate you and stop you from doing anything... unfortunate. Once we had you back here we performed a memory dump and interrogation," the dragon made a worrisome smirk, "then restored your original programming."

Nope. Definitely didn't want the missing memories back, from what he'd heard about enforcer android interrogations--even if he felt his sheath start to ache a little more, and that small error he'd noticed earlier flashed again. "And my owner is safe? Where is she?"

The enforcer tilted his head to one side. "I admit that we didn't keep close track of her once she gave us the necessary information to search for you, but--yes. Based on congressional attendance and voting records, she remains healthy and active."

What a relief! Haenine sagged in place, his wings rustling against his back. "Thank the Makers. So--I'm definitely back to normal?"

"We were very thorough in our system restore. It wouldn't do to leave any uncertainty in the programming of an android of your stature. Granted, your offensive capabilities aren't too threatening, but you could still put out quite a lot of damage if unchecked, and there's always the chance someone could try adding more weaponry to your platform... But go ahead, see for yourself." He gestured with a paw.

Haenine would have been angry and offended if pretty much anyone else had talked about his capabilities that way, but from an enforcer? This dragon could probably disable him 20 different ways inside of a few seconds, and it was true, he was a defense-oriented android. So instead of getting huffy he only sat up and stretched himself out, scanning a few code sections as he did; of course a full scan of his programming would require a few hours and a recompile would take days, but he trusted the enforcers--coded to trust them or not--to fix him up right, so he just checked a few of the most obvious programs. All his glossy composite armor was still in place, supple and smooth and flexible, even seeming freshly clean so the charcoal and black and red all gleamed! His claws were still sharp, fluid levels and core temperatures were right where they should be, and all his muscles responded just as expected, smooth and strong. He felt good!

Well, except for that one error. Sitting up onto his haunches he looked down between his hind legs, and yelped in surprise when he saw a steel cage fastened tightly over his sheath, the bright polished metal standing out brightly from the deep black composite of his groin. "What the-- what's that doing there? Where did that come from!"

The enforcer chuckled in amusement; that smirk reappeared as he watched Haenine reach for the chastity cage and give it a firm tug. Of course it didn't budge; behind the cage a loop of metal encircled the base of his scrotum, too tightly to slip his balls or sheath free of the device. No wonder it had felt strange on his sensors, it gave him no room at all for any arousal! "We had thought perhaps your owner had put it on you, but when we scanned your memories to determine how far back to purge you it didn't come up," said the enforcer. "Some of us thought that meant you were just used to it, but I had guessed the hackers put it on you."

"Well Sandra sure didn't! I have those features so she can use them!" Feeling around the cage with his paw and his sensors both, he probed it for weaknesses, but the steel was tough, rigid, flawless--stronger than his composites and his servos, certainly, or an erection might have broken it open! It was much too snug to be able to twist or tug off, trapping his sheath and his heavy balls--wait, there: the chastity cage didn't have a physical locking interface, just a digitally operated latch, but he found a new access point buried deep in his code. It was barely labeled, just an innocuous numerical address, but he'd never encountered it before and it was asking for a password. Surely this was to operate the release!

He glanced at the enforcer, who just sat there on his haunches, watching him in such plain amusement that it made him squirm. "Do you know, or, did you test it for an access code? Why didn't you take it off?"

"No, we haven't tried to find the password. As I said, some of us thought it was your owner's."

He growled. It wasn't Sandra's, and he had to get it off if he was going to be able to perform his secondary directive of giving her pleasure! Brute forcing it might take a little while, depending on the number and variety of characters, but it seemed Enforcement was leaving it to him to do it himself; well, time to figure out how long this would take.

**0000000000000000

Access Denied.**

16 characters? Not an easy code, he thought with a grumble, but it could have been a lot worse too! It was unlikely to be only numeric, if he was very lucky it would be hexadecimal--but more likely it was alphanumeric, which would require a few days to guess all the possible passwords, or a few weeks if it included special characters.

**0000000000000001

Access Denied.

0000000000000002

Access Denied.

0000000000000003

Access Denied.

0000000000000004

Access Denied.

0000000000000005

Access Denied.

0000000000000006

Access Denied.

0000000000000007

Access Denied.

0000000000000008

Access Denied.

0000000000000009

Access Denied.

Too many incorrect inputs! Lockout activated. Duration: 1 hour.

Try again later.**

Well. That was going to make this a little trickier. His estimate skyrocketed from "days to weeks" to-- He cut off the estimate before the rapidly stacking numbers caused an overflow, and gave the cage one more frustrated tug before returning his attention to the enforcer. "Could you help with this?" Yeah, he was locked out, but the robust hacking programs of the other dragon could probably find a way to bypass the password and just open it right up with no trouble at all.

"Hmmm," he frowned, but after a moment bobbed his snout up and down and stood. "Roll over."

Haenine obeyed at once, lowering himself to the floor and rolling onto his back, hind legs splayed out to give the enforcer access. That smirk reappeared and he all but sauntered over to his hindquarters, where he grasped the cage in one paw and lowered his snout to examine it closely. His claws traced the pattern of the cage, grazing across it and his trapped sheath within, stirring his sensors and making him groan softly when his body responded. Almost instantly the cage became achingly tight, not allowing his shaft any room to escape his sheath, barely even giving him room to swell beforehand; his hind claws curled and relaxed, and he huffed, trying to stifle the urge to grind and any further responses... The enforcer's eyes brightened. He seemed to be enjoying this a little too much, though he surely had seen plenty of that cage during the memory dump and interrogation and reprogramming!

He eyed the other dragon's haunches. If they really subdued and interrogated with their--

"Those must have been some kinky hackers," mused the enforcer, feeling the shape of the loop around his sack and--and definitely fondling his balls while he did, the feeling and that aching strain of his cock trying to slip free making him squirm and clench his claws again.

"Nng. What do you mean?" Haenine asked, interrupted from wondering whether enforcers were programmed to be this kinky or if it was just a side effect of capturing and forcing submission and performing interrogations all the time.

"Well, it's not like you could just pick a piece like this up anywhere. Dragon androids aren't common, and those with a sheath and balls even less so,"--it was surely no accident that when he said this his tail lifted a touch and his rump twisted just a bit to show that he had a set too, it wasn't caged, and it was most likely bigger--"and even then only a tiny subset of those would want those features built just to lock them up! So this is clearly a specialty product, and they chose to use this to make it easier to hack you rather than all the other ways they could have chosen. Sounds awfully kinky to me."

He tried not to think about how being locked in chastity could have made him easier to hack into; the cage was tight enough already without him pondering even more stimulation! "I-- rrrh, I guess so. So can you take it off?"

"Can, yes. Will..." He tilted his head, looking down at the android, his hopeful expression, and the strict unbreakable cage. "No." Haenine whined, but he continued, "I think you should keep wearing it... You don't remember being hacked, so being stuck in chastity should help you remember to take better care of yourself and not fall into the wrong hands again. We don't want to have to go through all this effort another time to stop you and fix you."

Thank the Makers the enforcer hadn't stated it as a plain command--then his mind might have just accepted being caged then and there, thanks to his default programming to obey Enforcement. "Please--? I can remember, without a reminder like this!"

The dragon sighed, and after a long moment let go of his locked package. "Give me your head."

"What--?" he started, only for the android to spread his front claws apart, and he watched as a set of cables appeared from sockets concealed in the spaces between them, snaked right around his head and plugged into all the ports on the back of his neck. It happened in an instant, or perhaps how strictly coded he was to allow it to happen only made it seem that way; but now the enforcer was in his system, and he stayed frozen to avoid any interference, his head tingling as his programming was accessed.

"Oh dear, locked yourself out that quickly did you? No wonder. Here, let me fix this." It was over just as quickly as it had begun; a little spark fired somewhere in his mind, then he heard and felt a series of clicks as the cables all detached and withdrew into his paw. "There we are, all done."

Haenine reached immediately for the cage, but a brief tug confirmed it was still locked. So he searched for the access node again--maybe he just reset or removed the lockout?

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What? He checked the address in his memory: yes, he was definitely looking at the right node, what was happening? Surely the enforcer hadn't corrupted the lock--but trying to access just spat out the same nonsense string of characters before throwing him out! He stared wide-eyed up at the dragon. "What did you do?"

"I put a Class 2 codelock on your chastity cage. I figured you wouldn't have to worry about finding the password if you can't even access its address! So now only Enforcement can open it... and there's a note on your file not to do so without good reason. Doesn't taking the decision off your processors make it so much easier?" Grinning, he gave the cage a blatant, firm fondling.

Haenine grit his teeth and hissed, squirming weakly in the other dragon's grip, his cock throbbing in its prison from the stimulation. Granted he'd never... interacted with one before, not that he had memories of anyway, but this enforcer seemed excessively into enjoying the situation! "Nnnnh," he moaned, unable to bring himself to say anything that sounded as command-like as "stop that" to an enforcer, and though the needy ache didn't go away he still slumped down in relief when the other android finally let go.

"But," he finally managed to say, "Sandra. My owner. I'm supposed to provide her with pleasure. I can't do that with this cage on... and she didn't buy me with these accessories for them to be locked up. What if she wants it off? What if I need it off to perform my purpose?"

He snorted. "It's a reminder for your owner too. You may be adorable, especially in chastity, but you're not a toy. You're a defense android, you're big and powerful and dangerous if, say, your programming were to get hacked again. So that stays on to remind her to take better care of you. Understood?"

Haenine whimpered, rubbing his paw across the cage. Was it for--he hadn't specified a time frame. Surely he didn't mean forever, he couldn't... did he? His directive and accessories meant he had needs too, needs he wasn't certain how to satisfy while in chastity! Could he even? "Y-yes," he finally said, needing to acknowledge the enforcer's question and trying to cling to thoughts of how the thing might come off, hoping that he didn't say anything nearer to a command to wear it that he would have to obey...

The larger dragon watched him squirm about on the floor for a few more seconds, then put a paw on his chest, making him lie still once more. "All right. Clearly this doesn't suit you, and you were a victim after all, but maybe we can take advantage of this. So I can offer you a deal, are you listening?"

He nodded, very definitely paying complete attention to the enforcer.

"Clearly you were a good target for hackers. We can take advantage of that to track the hackers down; them, and any other groups that might be hiding in the city hoping to steal a dragon and cause trouble. If you let us use you as a honeypot for, hmm... 6 months to a year, depending on success rate. Do that for us, and at the end of the term we'll take the cage off and give you back to your owner."

Sandra. The little alarm in his mind went off again that he didn't know where she was, though at least the enforcer had assured him she was safe. He needed the cage off--but he needed to get back to her. Everything else was secondary to protecting her; even pleasuring her was secondary. Yes maybe working for Enforcement to get the chastity cage removed would help to fulfill his secondary objective, but that would be quite a long time not fulfilling his primary one!

It was a bit harder to remind himself of that with his sheath pent up and throbbing against the confines of his chastity, but he shook his snout back and forth. "I can't. I need to go back to her and protect her."

The android blinked its bright blue eyes. "We can rewrite your directives for the duration, you know. You wouldn't worry about your owner, and she's been safe this long without your assistance... I think you would be a great help to us, and, you know, you'd get to have this removed." He gave the cage another brief stroke.

The stimulation made Haenine moan, arching his back, squirming. "Nnnnnh." But his programming was built to resist temptation and distraction; nothing could get between him and protecting Sandra! "No. I must guard her."

The enforcer's tail swished back and forth, and the smirk returned once more. "As you wish! The offer will remain available, for a little while at least, if your owner would like to consider it for you. Here." He lifted a paw, and a little sphere of light shimmered up out of the hardlight emitter there; he took it in two claws and passed it to Haenine. "Give this message to your owner; it will confirm what happened to you and that we've restored your code to its proper state."

He rolled back to his paws and nodded, popping open a little storage compartment on his neck and putting the message there.

"So, I think that is all we have to discuss." He gestured at the door and it snapped open with an electronic whirr. "You may go, H-93-FXD-04. Keep the peace, stay out of trouble. And enjoy getting used to your new cage," he added, his tail slithering between his hind legs for one last long stroke that the intimidated, obedient Haenine could only stand there and endure!

Finally the android gave him a parting grin and prowled out into the hall. He gave into his frustration as soon as he was gone, rocking his hips, grunting, rubbing his paw on the steel, ugh it ached and it interfered with his purpose and he could probably use an orgasm just for his own good at this point! "Rrrnnn. Nnnnngh."

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The node deflected him so harshly that he felt dizzy for a moment. It just wasn't going to come off!

But at least now he could get back to his most important objective: find Sandra. Protect Sandra. He went out into the hall and followed the exit signs; his GPS put him in an Enforcement station downtown only a short flight from home, which was where Sandra was most likely to be this time of the evening. Cage or no cage, he could finally be there for her again!

He was sure he saw some of those he walked past glancing under his tail as he crossed the lobby and went outside, he knew his chastity wouldn't be hard to see, but he had bigger concerns than drawing attention. Out into the night he walked, his wings spreading out wide, and after scanning his short range radar to make sure nobody was crossing overhead at high speed he leapt into the sky, weaving around buildings, over and under other androids and airborne vehicles, leaving the city center and passing into the quieter, residential districts. And there! There it was, Sandra's house, not the grandest on the block but plenty of space for her and Haenine and her things, all the rooms lit up to show she was home and guiding him in like a beacon. He thought he even saw movement in the window, though at this range his sensors didn't quite have the resolution, and he pumped his wings harder. His purpose hung right there in front of him!

He landed in the driveway, strode to the front door, and held a paw in front of the access pad: it opened right up, and there she was. Sandra. His owner was tall, elegant, and looked just as he remembered, if not seeming even more at ease than usual, and a thrill of satisfaction ran all through him--to be near his principal and see her safe and happy--even briefly washing away any concerns about his cage. Could stimulation really compare to a feeling like that?

His cock throbbed briefly, wondering if she was in need of pleasure. Yes, yes it could compare.

Sandra's face lit up in excitement. "Haenine! You're back!" She ran over and very nearly leapt into his chest, embracing the base of his neck and squeezing tightly; he purred and nuzzled her shoulder, his tail swishing, content.

"It's good to see you again. Enforcement just released me." Opening the compartment, he removed the little ball of hardlight the enforcer had given him and passed it to her.

"Yes, I'd heard you'd been hacked, how awful! I missed you so much. I'm glad to see you back safe and sound! Here, let me see what they have to say." She took the ball from it and pressed it between her palms; it flattened and expanded into a letter, which she read and he quickly scanned from over her shoulder. The letter explained what had happened to him, that he had been stopped from doing any damage, that he was now back to normal and released back to her ownership--he winced, it did mention the chastity cage, and that it was directed to remain by order of Enforcement.

He couldn't help but shudder.

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He really was going to remain locked away. What would Sandra think--would she accept it? Would she try to use her influence to free him from it? The letter did mention Enforcement's offer; maybe she would direct him to earn freedom that way, but he wasn't sure if he wanted that... Didn't she need him with her? Or... would the separation be worth it for both of them to get him out of chastity?

"Show me the chastity cage," she ordered, and he settled onto his haunches, his hind legs apart to let her get a look. She knelt down to examine it, and oh-- Her gentle little fingers felt so much more intimate caressing the cage and his trapped aching sheath and his balls than that enforcer's touch had! He grit his teeth, he groaned, his hips making the most subtle rocking motion he could manage--he'd suppressed a much firmer thrust, he hadn't realized just how very pent up he felt until being reunited with her, the one it was his purpose to please!

"Oh, you poor dear. This looks so tight."

It wasn't getting any easier with her fondling him, that was for sure! "Nnn! It-- it is..." He trembled, pressing himself into her touch, his cock throbbing as it strained to escape. "And it gets between me and pleasuring you!"

The way that made her smile a little and chuckle to herself was more than a little worrisome. Had the whole world turned kinky while he was hacked? What was that supposed to mean, and nnnh, why did she have to keep stroking him and cupping his sack like that, she was making him ache so horribly from the strain! "Don't worry about that, Haenine. A few things have changed... I have a boyfriend now! He'll be over tomorrow, you can meet him then. Since I have him, I don't need you to worry about giving me pleasure... and even if I do want your help, well, there are other ways you can satisfy me than with that." She winked up at him. "You'll be able to just focus on keeping me safe, you won't need to worry about this," she said a little more gently, patting his chastity again. "It might even be for the best, since James won't be wondering if I want you more. Though I might still miss you, you did give an awfully good ride."

It was impossible not to whine in denial when she kept reminding him of all the pleasure they had shared, all the sensation and ecstasy and wondrous release, when she kept stroking the cage like that--when she even gave him the briefest little kiss, her lips meeting his tip at the end of the cage and making him jerk in place from how sensitive he was! "Sandra-- Nnnngh, please--!" he gasped, sheath throbbing against the tight steel bars, fighting for freedom it couldn't have, demanding he offer her pleasure and get them both a heavy release... She had to do something to get him out of there. It ached, he needed relief, couldn't she see how difficult this was... couldn't she help?

"Sshhh, it's all right Haenine. It's all right." She gave him one last little rub, then stood up and looked into his eyes.

"H-93-FXD-04. I am hereby revising your directive."

His processors took barely a moment to confirm her voice patterns, then he froze, looking back into her eyes.

"Do not worry about giving me pleasure unless I request it."

The response was automatic; his owner had given him a command to follow. "Understood."

"Good! I was going to turn in soon; there's an early hearing tomorrow, and I missed having you at the foot of the bed. Let's go get some rest."

She turned and went up the stairs, and he followed on her heels. Already he could feel his code adjusting, rewriting itself to meet her command: the need to pleasure her evaporated, letting the need to protect her expand to fill up the void. But his cock continued to ache, pulsing and straining in its prison, yearning for release; her orders didn't deactivate his pleasure sensors, and not all of the empty space was filled by his protection orders. Instead the lust programmed into him by the presence of those caged organs crept into a corner of that gap in his programming, and even as he followed her he could dimly feel the frustration.

It stayed there in the back of his mind as Sandra got ready for bed, watched the news, and did some reading; she even sent another surge of satisfaction and contentment through him when she took her paired locator ring out of her nightstand and put it on, and at long last her locator signal reappeared on his sensors. He looked out the windows and recalibrated his sensor array for the room as she changed into her sleeping clothes, and he nuzzled and snuggled briefly with her before she turned out the lights and he curled up in his customary place on the soft carpet by the footboard. He didn't complain once, though there were always a couple of cycles spinning in the background that kept him constantly aware of how tight the cage felt around his sheath, aware of his body's longing for orgasm, stirring the occasional throb through his cock or a desire to paw himself or hump something; but only when Sandra was asleep and he had nothing to do but monitor the perimeter did he let himself give in.

He couldn't bring himself to search for the cage's address, not when he was no longer directed to pleasure her, but he still reached a paw between his hind legs and gave the cage a pull, a rough grind, and rolled his balls between his claws. It was barely any stimulation, yet it was all he could do and it still was enough to intensify the needy ache in his loins; he groaned softly to himself, rubbing, slowly humping his paw with his chaste sheath.

It was never coming off, he thought, and he understood, his programming already adapting to Sandra's revisions to integrate the cage. It didn't send the same dismay through him anymore; Sandra's directive had made it natural to accept, now that it no longer interfered with his directives. Chastity was a part of him now. He was her powerful, chaste bodyguard. His dick throbbed as if in protest, the one piece that hadn't been modified, and he rubbed himself uselessly; chastity was part of him, thus the aching restriction and denial were a part of him. It made him shudder, some tiny stray code in his mind orphaned by the modifications yearned to break free and get hard and cum, but without the directive for pleasure that thread just kept crashing, restarting, and crashing again, sending a steady low pulse of arousal and a gentle throbbing ache through his groin.

The processing power consumed by it was inconsequential, so there was no reason to try to isolate it. Curled up by the foot of his owner's bed, Haenine settled into his nighttime routines, his sensors all scanning for threats, his paw idly stroking the chastity cage between his legs, and his cock dully aching for release that would never come.