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Ageha was positively insatiable. August had been forced to shut her mouth with a gag for most of the day, an act that had caused several of his soldiers to raise their eyebrows or chuckle when they thought he wasn't looking.

Of course, the first day that he had allowed her to walk around without such a binding was their introduction to shame as a weapon of mass destruction. She had insulted and demeaned nearly every time that one of his troops made a snide comment or a pass at the secretary.

On multiple occasions, one of the female troops had to console a sobbing man or work him out of a stunned stupor.

"It really wasn't nice to mock Jones for the size of his dick. He's got a bit of a complex about it," Ageha rolled her eyes at August's words, only prompting him to continue, "And I know you've read the psych evaluation for him, or else you wouldn't have gone after him in that way."

"It's not my issue if he can't handle the pressure." The tall android said with a sigh. Her haughty tone matched the malevolent glimmer that hid in her eyes, "I mean, when a man has a salami like that he should be p-p-p-p-!"

The sudden halt and tutter to her words was caused by a dull, yet rapier-thin weapon held in August's hand. Sometimes known as a neural whip, the shock prod had its uses on robots as well, especially sentient ones like Ageha. Just by touching the charging ports along her body with its tip, he could flood her capacitors. Their first day of play had informed him that they were living things, not merely pieces of circuitry that would require replacement with abuse, and they would heal over time.

As such, abusing them made for a quick, efficient, and wholly disturbing way to punish the machine when she stepped out of line. That Ageha took absolute and utter bliss to being abused as such only made the soldiers under August's command more terrified of her. This in turn fed the dark, shameless fantasies that populated the machine's mind.

Often August would have to pull away in the middle of reprimanding her, but that only served to make her more demanding and empassioned. It was as though she fed on being tortured, even if the torture was to have her darker desires deprived.

He withdrew the neural whip from the woman's charging port as the smoke started to rise from Ageha's feathered hair. Her breathy cry of bliss was audible through the entire command center, causing a few of the officers to turn their heads slightly in surprise before they remembered who it was that was beside the commander's chair.

"How are the reports? Everyone checking in alright?" August said loudly, leaning forward so that his elbows rested on his knees.

Everyone did their best to ignore the sound of three hundred pounds of plastic, metal, and synthetic flesh collapsing on the floor. They even spoke louder than Ageha's moans, drowning them out as they acknowledged that his soldiers had all been able to perform their assigned tasks and were on their way to safety.

They didn't say anything either when August stuffed a wad of absorbent material between his secretary's legs to keep her from making a mess over the floor. Their professionalism persisted as he secured a thick leather binding around her beak, silencing the needy squalks that emerged from her pendulous chest. She squirmed and writhed as he spoke to his crew, as he gave them the last bits of instruction that they would need to make it home safely.

His responsibilities taken care of, he grabbed the woman on the floor by the wrists and hoisted her to her feet. Ensuring that his next in command had control of the situation, he promptly marched from the room with their most embarrassing member over his shoulder. Though she was a heavy woman, being artificial, he shouldered the burden of her body with ease.

He did not, however, offer any grace or care, smacking her head against the command center's walls repeatedly as he made his way towards his private quarters. The soldiers on guard duty barely gave their leader a glance as he slammed his personal assistant against the doorframe, then turned around to strike the opposite side of her skull and even out whatever dents he may have caused. Door shut and locked, he was allowed to throw his companion on the bed.

The sound of her head thumping the floor, his toss having missed, made him smile almost cruelly. He was hoping that he wouldn't have to tend to her when her turned around, but when he did so he found that she had assumed her position on the bed, legs spread open and waiting.

Her panties glimmered, the silk fabric catching the light as she rolled her hips from left to right. As he watched her squirm, desperate to put on an erotic display for him to enjoy and to coax him closer, he felt his heart stir. As aggravated as she made him, he found himself drawing closer, a smile threatening to tug at the corner of his beak. A single arm slipped between her legs, his hand resting upon the glimmering silk, a sole finger daring to probe at her mound.

Though she was an android, her components generated her own particular blend of scents, and her voicebox released a sound that was distinctly her own. No other machinery would ever be the same as the one that beckoned to him.

She was wet, leaking into her panties as she tried to cry out to him, as she tried to beckon him closer with those pleading, groping fingers of hers. She knew the rules, that she couldn't touch him until he allowed it, but she was trying her best to beg him onward, to have his fingers grace her flesh.

He pulled away her panties as he spread her legs, revealing the sopping wet mound between her mechanical legs. The ruby pearl at the top of her mons throbbed, begging for his attention as her eyes, typically vicious to match her personality, turned wide and soulful.

Autumn's mouth felt dry as he reached up to pull on her gag, as he relieved her of the strips of leather and rubber that kept her from speaking. Her chest rose and fell as she licked her saliva-stained beak, as she tried her best to regain composure and control her breathing. She opened her mouth to speak, to beg him to touch her.

Instead, he shoved her panties into her mouth, replacing the lewd gag in the spanse of a heartbeat.

Her stifled squeal of surprise did nothing to deter August as he closed his left arm around both legs. Hoisting them over a shoulder, he grinned as he looped his free hand around her body, grasping hold of the longer black feathers that rested above her ass cheeks. Pulling on the golden filigree that tainted their tips, her felt the feathers extend from her body, growing into long tendrils that lashed and squirmed in his grip, desperate to escape from his fingertips as he approached her beak.

Ageha stared wide-eyed with terror as he looped them around her mouth, as he tied the two ebony strands together and ensnared her mouth. The pressure squeezed the sopping juices from the fabric in her mouth, forcing her own essence to roll across her tongue.

Her hands became ensnared just as quickly,the tendrils crossed over to bind those hand tight before the owl moved lower, and dragged his claw-tipped fingers against her sides. She shrieked as he did so, her body convulsing as he dug into her flesh with delicate, yet insistent care, making her writhe and spasm while her tits bounced and jiggled upon her chest.

The secretary's capture was complete, but still August wanted more. His hands grasped her legs, then joined them into the tight, burdensome restraints, spreading her thighs and exposing the dripping gash between her legs. For the first time since he had purchased her, the owl saw that the woman's cheeks were flushed with embarrassment, a burning blush flowing from her face down to her heavy tits. He gave them a slap and pulled a whimper from her clenched throat, the red welt from the impact quickly fading, becoming overtaken by the rushing heat of her arousal and shame.

"I want to hear you beg." The statement was a command, and it even surprised Autumn with how strict it was when it left his lips. The woman beneath him quivered, her thighs straining as she tried to tear through her own tentacles, as she tried to answer him.

The feeling of his hands on her hips, though, prompted a different response. Her head rolled back as she felt her master press against her, as she heard the soft rustle of falling fabric. His cock teased her entrance, sawing between her cleft, gathering her juices on his meat as she started to whimper.

Broken and helpless, she paddled the air with her hands, her fingers curling into paws as her eyes grew wide, as her pupils turned to the size of saucers. When he drew back, almost eager to leave her on the bed in her desperate state, she redoubled her efforts and swiper her hands, pawing at the owl's chest with her fists as he lorded over her, as he slowly caressed her cheeks with one hand while the other held her thigh.

Then, he jabbed his hips forward.

Without warning, he filled her, he made her ears smolder with heat as he jammed his rock-hard length into her nethers and made her muffled scream erupt from around her gag. Ageha's spine arched as she shoved her tits forward, as she tried again and again to scream the name of her infernal torturer, but only was rewarded with a series of slaps to her buoyant, aching chest. In a matter of moments she was reduced to tears, her legs kicking out against him, begging him for more as he suddenly stopped his pistoning against her helpless body and reached over her head and past the edge of the bedframe.

He rustled deep within the confines of his nightstand, careful to keep her heart racing with little shoves of his hips, and careful to keep her from becoming settled as he backed her head against the headboard, then bumped her skull against it. The rustling of paper and objects inside the container drew her to frustrated curiosity, only to have her inquiry fouled by another slap of his ballsack against her ass. The divine torture continued, her attention wavering over and over again only for it to be forced back on his ministrations, on the cruel gyrations of his hips and the wonderful pressure of his body.

Finally, his free hand found her head and squeezed her feathers, using them as a handle as he withdrew. A rope flashed around her neck, a simple pair of knots keeping her skull bound to the headboard, forcing her to watch in helpless horror as he produced a jar of cream and placed it upon her stomach.

"So, I was doing some research on you, and I found out that models like yours have a lot of biological components." His fingers unscrewed the cap, letting her marvel in the creamy lotion that he revealed with the motion. With the label set to face him, however, the secretary bird had no idea what it was, and what it was professed to do, "So I looked up something that, though it might only be temporary, I think I'll like very, very much."

The woman squirmed and flexed her abdominals, trying to toss the jar as August sank a finger into its depths. Despite her struggles, he pulled out a messy glob and held its rich, creamy load before her eyes. The smell was overpowering and wonderful, a wild, flowery, and heady scent that filled her nostrils and clouded her vision with its potency. A single droplet smeared on her beak, and she cried out in sheer bliss as the warm tingles threatened to overpower her, as the ruddy feeling of a thousand fingers squirming into her snout made her sex quiver helplessly around her owner's cock.

"Promise to be a good girl." August said slowly. She stared at him with disdain, disdain that quickly turned to fear as he moved his hand back towards the jar.

Ageha cried out, forcing that hand to halt, her nares flaring as she pawed at his chest with her hands and wiggled her feet. She could say nothing, but her willpower fractured as she tugged at the soft feathers that covered his abdomen.

"Promise." The command reached her ears, and her resistance crumbled.

She nodded like a bitch, agreeing to his demands, then watched in expectant terror as his hand rose, then dropped. The massive glob struck her chest like a ten ton hammer, knocking the breath from her lungs as it sank into her tits. The sensations that had assaulted her beak made their way into her core, her heart hammering as her eyes wrenched shut, her chest too tender to be touched.

And yet touching is what she received.

August's hands kneaded her flesh as they smeared the horrible goop onto her plates. His fingertips worked into the fleshy surface, pinching and kneading and working her globes as he slammed his dick deeper and deeper inside her. He twisted her nipples between forefinger and thumb, forcing her muffled scream to erupt from her chest again and again, each time the sound growing louder and more hoarse as her throat struggled to endure the terrible treatment.

She was a slave to his gropes and his teases, her pebbled and hardened nipples glistening as the slime dove deep into her, as it ate through her flesh like an acid without dissolving her flesh.

And then there was the pain, the insufferable tightness that blossomed behind her nipples. She screamed at it, at the way that it made her heart shake as her master slammed his hips into her and forced her tits, in a moment where his hands were absent, to jiggle and slap her in the face with the sheer velocity that his impact had imparted.

Ageha's chest was sore and aching, and yet she craved more from her lover, more from his cruelly kind touch. She came to beg him for more squeezes and kneads, more touches upon her aching body, watching his fingertips move against her breasts until he felt him work across one of those wonderfully aching pockets.

Her moans instructed him on where to move, on what to squeeze and where to relent. Her pussy milked his cock as she did so, rewarding him with lurid desperation and juices from the sloppy, silky depths of her core. She became a slut for his touch, clenching her hips as she felt him satisfy her in no way he had done before, as a gentle slap of her mammaries made her feel like he had struck her with a hammer.

And as she looked down, she moaned in curiosity, wondering if the bliss that wracked her mind had made her insane. A squeeze behind her nipple found one of those wonderful pockets of pressure, and a brief tug upwards forced a fountain of clear wetness to pour from the peak of her tit. Another squeeze told her that her tits had swollen to more than a handful, and that her lover enjoyed pressing them together, then releasing to let them wobble under the effects of gravity.

August enjoyed thrusting into her just as much, making her entire body squirm in carnal desire, her rolling body swinging her tits from side to side before a swift strike that caught only her nipples made her entire body freeze with the sensation. She had moved from a healthy C-cup to a wanton G-cup under his squeezes and that jar of cream, and as she searched for it, she found an image of a golden dog woman that briefly sparked recognition within her mind.

Then it was ripped away, her lover pushing down upon her, holding her in place as he started to fuck her in earnest. A bit of the slime caressed her clitoris and she screamed in painful ecstasy, her entire form going rigid as she pressed her chest forward and ground her breasts around her lover's head. The thin streams of watery fluid had turned rich and creamy, and she cried her muffled scream once more in realization at what her lover, her abuser had done to her.

Her body quaked as August clamped his beak around her nipple, as he lashed it with his tongue. A moment later her pussy tightened, and her fluids erupted with the force of a geyser, her entire body turning as rigid as stone as he clung to her.

August's own orgasm pumped into Ageha as she renewed the force of her emission, as she felt that wonderfully thick blend of his sperm work its way into her core.

He didn't bother to remove her makeshift muzzle or bindings, only kept her in place as he slowly caressed her beak, her chin, and her sides before falling asleep.

But before he did, he uttered one last bit of praise that made her shudder, "Good girl."