Chapter 4

Kim seemed to be enjoying herself while walking behind the AI-controlled drone. She would occasionally pull back, just to be a brat, only for EB to tug at it. She pulled on her arms every once and a while to see what would happen. And she was pleasantly rewarded without being able to move them at all.

She couldn’t even talk to EB now that she had a large ball in her mouth, strapped firmly into place. However, she could still see. And she was starting to regret that she didn’t tell the AI to blindfold her after a while. Her mind was thinking up different scenarios of what could happen to her if she got caught in this state. Every time the AI stopped at a new intersection and closed the doorway, she rubbed her thighs together. She knew that it was dangerous and that something terrible could happen if they were caught, but that made it more exciting and arousing for her.

On the other hand, EB was trying to keep the two safe while returning Kim to normal. His programming was getting itself into unpleasant loops and routines. At least he had the stealth drones to explore the various hallways for trouble, but he needed to find a power supply soon, as he had yet to turn on the recharge feature of Kim’s collar. EB was glad that Kim had ordered him to gag her. He didn’t have to worry about her giving orders that would delay them. Though he was wondering how much more she would stand, her signs of arousal kept increasing, and she had no release.

When the behemoth awakened, all the corridors had been shifted around. They were lucky to find the one storage room filled with items, but they hadn’t seen anything else yet. The rooms they could enter were bare or filled with ancient debris that wouldn’t be useable. To be honest, EB wasn’t searching for the paddle that hard, and it had found things that would serve but rejected them due to a minimal set of parameters.

Unfortunately for the AI, the next door they opened was filled with more usable items. When the light turned on, they had found one of the training rooms the slavers used. Lining the walls were racks of different equipment, restraints, and punishment toys.

Kim started to pull forward on the leash and walk towards the different racks to examine them. Some looked like clothes but were all fetish clothes and couldn’t be called covering. When she got to the punishment rack, she focused on the different crops and whips, turned to EB, and tried to get his attention with a muffled call. The AI selectively decided not to understand her. After all, she wanted to be gagged so that she couldn’t talk and would have to deal with the consequences.

EB found the least cruel paddle he could and picked it up. It fit well into the manipulator’s hand, and he couldn’t help but swish it a few times. On the other hand, Kim watched a bit with disappointment and lust in her eyes. The AI couldn’t understand why she wanted to be punished so much and just put it down to the behemoth’s goo and sub-space.

With the mission accomplished, the camera drone started to leave the room and tugged Kim behind it. But, unfortunately, the human woman wasn’t having any of it. Instead, she had planted her feet, shook her head at the AI, and let out many muffled words into the gag. She obviously wanted to tell him something, but since he didn’t have to consult with her on this, he left her gagged.

The AI finally decided to give her a shock with the collar, and she fell to her knees, moaning in pleasure into the gag she wore. The camera’s sharp lens detected a pool of clear liquid forming between her ankles as she rocked back and forth with her shock and pleasure.

EB waited for a few moments before he tugged her to her feet like she had instructed him to do earlier and dragged her from the room. Eventually, the woman started to walk again and didn’t have to be pulled so much.

Now that they had the paddle, they could search for a shower or broken pipe in earnest and get Kim back to normal. As luck would have, it only took another fifteen minutes of dragging an increasingly aroused Kim down the hallway before they found what they were looking for. They found themselves in a large room with several corridors leading out of it. It was a circular room at least thirty meters wide, shaped like a dome. Eight passages lead from it—three meters above the ground, a maze of pipes leading in and out of the various corridors. Water was gushing down near the center of the room.

With a nod from Kim, EB led the human woman towards the center of the room to get her cleaned off. The AI was reluctant to carry out the rest of his orders, but if it got them moving again, he would do what he had to do.

Kim returned to herself and realized she was under a gush of warm water. She shook her head back and forth as she tried to clear it. Finally, Kim found her mouth was full, and she looked around. She moaned out as she realized she was standing right there in the middle of a large room, and she was gagged. Worse, her arms were bound behind her back, and she could feel something metallic around her ankles.

She tried to step out of the water and was pulled back by the leash. She saw that the other end of the leash was attached to a camera drone similar to the one EB controlled. She recalled those things were for controlling the slaves. She shook her head back and forth. The last thing she remembered was getting knocked against the wall by the slaver bot and then it looming over her helpless body as if to eat her. Now she was bound and gagged. She must have been captured.

The camera drone turned towards her, holding a paddle in its hand. She couldn’t help but stare at the paddle as the water cascaded over her body. She started to squirm as the camera drone reeled in its cable, ensuring she couldn’t escape.

“You’ve been a bad girl, Slave.” But, unfortunately, she couldn’t make out too much about the voice since the rush of water distorted it.

“Not bad enough to activate your explosive collar, but it is still an option.” She shook her head. Kim was sure that EB had disabled the explosives. She tried to take another step back.

“No, it’s not disabled, and I can trigger it at any time, so you better be good from now on, Slave.” The drone swung the paddle a few times to give her a good look at it. She then felt something slip over her eyes and was tightened into place, leaving her blind.

The next thing she felt was being down by the collar, and something metallic was attached to one of the D-rings. It forced her to bend over with her head towards the floor. Then suddenly, she felt and heard the first smack of the paddle against her buttocks. Her knees grew weak at the first feel of the pain, and she tried to move away.

The moving didn’t help as something spread her legs wide and held her legs there. To balance, she had to keep her feet down on the floor, and then a second swat from the paddle landed on her ass. With her legs spread, she felt the impact against her pussy. She cried out loud into the gag as loud as she could, with her mouth filled with over five centimeters of rubber.

Several swats quickly followed as the paddle landed on her buttocks and against her vulnerable pussy. She couldn’t help the feelings coming through her: being trapped, bound, helpless. All those feelings excited her even more. And the fact that there was the added danger of her collar was pushing feelings through her she couldn’t understand.

After the fifth stroke, she saw something, a feed from the camera drone through her collar and into her implant. Then, finally, she saw her body, with a metallic rope going from her collar to the floor grate and a similar rope between her legs holding them wide apart. She moaned into the gag and saw the paddle hit her buttocks again. She instinctively clenched her butt, which made it worse. She even saw her throw her head back, cry out into the gag that filled her mouth, and even saw the disk blindfold that covered her eyes.

More swats followed, and she couldn’t hold back her cries and couldn’t help but clench her buttocks. Finally, after the tenth swat, one centered on her pussy, she felt something erupt from her loins and caused her to cry out not with pain but with pleasure. Her face went red as she saw that she was wet with more than water. And if she weren’t held in that bent-over position, she would have collapsed to her knees.

A few moments later, the drone lifted her to her feet and started tugging her. Again, she was helpless to resist. Her eyes were still behind the blindfold, but at least the metal rope between her ankles became flexible again, and she could walk.

After a few moments, the camera feed cut out, and she was left in darkness, unable to protest apart from muffled cries. It seemed like hours and kilometers of walking as the leash led her. Despite herself, she couldn’t stop thinking about what fate could be before her, and her imagination ran wild that she started moaning behind the gag.

Suddenly she heard something in the distance and was tugged to a stop. It sounded like another bot walking along the corridor. She was suddenly jerked back, and she got a camera feed from somewhere.

The sight before her was hard for her to put into words. The best she could think of was that it looked like the corridor of the behemoth opened into a cargo bay that ended at the hanger bay of a large commonwealth ship. It looked like the ship had plowed through the side of the behemoth and was now embedded into place.

Sentinel robots were wandering around the cargo bay in front of the hangar doors, looking to be settling in and setting up a perimeter. But instead, the robot actions had an undirected feel to them as they set up barricades and other fortifications at seemingly random locations.