Mornings in the Vaem Tower were peaceful for some and not for others. It depended on one's status in the great hierarchy of the Matriarchal system that has been in place for millennia.

The first to wake were the Treated slaves, leaving their sleeping stations and getting to work in cleaning and preparing the tower for another efficient day. The special collars they wore as their status as one of the Treated, and as such harmless, allowed them to enter many of the otherwise off-limits areas such as the prison cells and breeding labs.

Their loyalty was unquestionable. Their minds had been made to love and adore their masters, fulfilling their duties with a passion.

Next woke the warriors who did preliminary sweeps of each and every floor lest one of the slaves had accidentally released prisoners, took something they shouldn't have or for intruders. It wasn't uncommon for the warriors to enjoy themselves to the slaves once everything was clear, emptying their balls and removing the distracting arousal.

All of this happened before the sun reached halfway to its zenith. Now woke the workers, scientists and other personnel that served the Vaem Matriarchy. Celine was one of them but she had another destination today other than Breeding Lab 4.

She awoke in her spacious bed as she always did, her toy already up and out of bed to prepare breakfast for her. Like always, Slut made an exquisite and nourishing breakfast right to Celine's specifications. After all, she pumped her little brain full of her favourite recipes during the Treatment.

Slut awaited her arrival to the breakfast table in a nude and aroused state, long cock bouncing to her heartbeat as she watched her mistress take a seat while reading the Vaem News report.

Celine ignored her slave's arousal like she always did, knowing Slut never had any negative emotions about her no matter what she did. She didn't abuse her, of course. That was against the law. No, she sometimes left Slut in a state of arousal for hours because she loved to have those big balls of hers build up as much semen as possible.

Nothing beat a fresh warm mug of semen before sleep.

Today she had to hurry and didn't know how long she'll be away so she looked to Slut and extended her mug to her.

Slut didn't need any prompting to grab the mug and start stroking herself into it.

Celine went back to reading the news, unsurprised to see that the return of the Vaem Matriarch made the front page. Celine herself was somewhat relieved out of a sense of being her daughter but mother had created a small nation of her daughters and it was impossible to be a loving mother to all of them.

The young scientist cared more about her older sister that raised her in the nurseries and took care of her as she grew up. Celine hadn't seen her sire in person until she was ten and listened to a speech for the new scientist-inclined daughters.

The Vaem Matriarch gave a small heart-felt speech to all her daughters that she was back and that the Matriarchy shall last forever. Celine could barely refrain from snorting and set the pad onto the table, looking to Slut who was looking on the edge of orgasm already.

"Hurry up, Slut. I have places to be." She said almost tersely and Slut blushed in shame to not have already cum for her. Celine grabbed her heavy pouch that bounced gently from the rapid stroking and she gave them a firm squeeze that had the Treated girl cumming instantly into the mug.

Celine was pleased with her sex slave as she'd managed to earn the right of breaking this bitch in. She was one of the warrior caste who are known for big packages and looking like absolutely tasty pieces of meat. She wouldn't hear the end of it from Vayna when she told her.

Slut finished her orgasm after a long minute of pumping a hearty amount of cum into the mug, handing it over with a shaky hand. Celine took it and gulped it all down, savouring the taste of fresh salty and warm seed going down her throat.

She also took a few bites of food and swiftly got up. "Slut, I expect this place spotless by the time I get back."

"Yes, mistress." Slut eagerly nodded, her big eyes dilated from pleasure and desire to serve as best she can.

Celine smiled and gave the throbbing but spent cock a stroke to make Slut let out a happy squeal before leaving the flat. Out the door, before her spread out the curved glass wall that allowed her to see the other grand towers of glass and golden steel. rising high into the sky. Each one a self-contained Matriarchy with its own great Matriarch at the head.

The young scientist didn't crave seeing other places, feeling content in serving in the Vaem Matriarchy and making herself more influential even though her status as a scientist makes it hard to do so. She hoped her assignment for the Matriarch will nurture her otherwise nonexistent relationship with the potent woman.

Her plump lips curved into a smile as she walked down the curved hallway, passing by other flats of her caste and joining the morning commute. All of them were nearly identical, the women, in height, gender and faces as the Matriarch's seed overwrites the majority of the genes of the impregnated female. It is thanks to scientists like Celine working in the Breeding Labs that allow the wide breadth of castes available, manipulating the Veridea seed and wombs they impregnate.

The near identical appearance unites the thousands of daughters under the Matriarch and Celine never had issues recognising her fellow sisters. Even if they were of the same Breeder. Celine wished she could see Breeder 54, the fabled woman she's been told was her birth mother. The woman she owed her extreme intellect and talent.

The hallway was filled with chatter, murmur and talk between the many sisters as they waited for the lifts to take them to their respective workstation. The entire floor had flats for the scientifically-inclined daughters with a local guard post.

Their guardians always had a smug expression on their beautiful faces as they looked upon their weaker and shorter sisters. They also reserved the right of fucking any and all dissidents on this floor. It rarely happened and Celine couldn't help but be inwardly smug as she knew the warriors lusted after their sisters and couldn't touch them because they were well-mannered.

Two of said guardians flanked the many lifts, their armored bodysuits gleaming in the morning light and large pistols on their hips. They looked positively bored as they scanned over the little over a hundred women waiting their turn on the lifts.

"I still can't believe you're leaving us, Celine." She heard her friend murmur almost sadly. She turned back to her companion and squeezed her hand reassuringly while giving her a soft smile.

"I'm not leaving permanently. We will still see each other here, right?"

Her friend, Vivo, nodded but didn't seem placated. "Until she steals you away. How are we going to work without you? You're the best in all of the Matriarchy!"

Celine was saved from responding when a firm hand was placed on her shoulder and she turned around to see the platinum-plated guard. One of Mother's personal guard. She towered over her much like the Matriarch herself and Celine stifled the reflex of being utterly submissive.

"Celine?" The tall sister asked, her voice soft and hardly aggressive like Celine expected.

"Yes?"

"I'm here to escort you to Mother's personal quarters. Come with me."

Celine obeyed with not much question, keenly aware of the sight this has made among her fellow sisters who looked at her with curiosity, thinly-veiled envy and some with impotent rage. The young scientist wasn't sure how to feel about the sudden fame she's gotten from Mother's attention but she knew it kinda felt good.

She refrained from preening under the attention as she followed the statuesque amazon of her sister and entered the lift which quickly sent them to the uppermost floors.

The woman expected her sister to be quiet as they made their way up and let out a gasp when she spoke again.

"I've read your work. Impressive." The guardian said, her golden gaze unyielding on her smaller sibling who was meek and arousingly submissive.

Celine hadn't expected that anybody outside her little circle of two hundred or so scientists even bothered reading her extensive work on the Treatment. Most certainly not one of her big sisters that should care more about fucking and fighting than anything else.

"You did?" She asked uncertainly, turning towards her sister but reflexively avoiding eye-contact. This is how she was bred and brought up. Never look at your superiors in the eyes.

"Mhm." Hummed the taller veridea. The throaty hum made Celine bite her lip. Deep down she was a sucker for the big and powerful and this sister was no different. She was, in fact, even better as she was one of Mother's personal guard. The primest specimen of veridea breeding. "Mother wasn't even aware you were the reason why Breeding Lab 4 was so effective. Not until I told her about you."

This had Celine looking up, a smile on her face. "Really?"

The amazon's face was smiling while her big eyes were focused on her face. The intense stare made Celine involuntarily blush but she fought the urge to look away. She wanted to know why she'd thought her worth paying attention to.

"Why?"

Her big sister shrugged, the smile still present, and the lift smoothly stopped at the last lift-accessible floor of the Vaem Tower. There were more floors past this and all of them were part of Mother's personal domain. Just under was the Court where Mother held audiences with dignitaries of other Matriarchies or influential daughters.

Celine had never been to the lavish and legendary room, only able to see it once in an educational video on how the Matriarchy worked. That was when she was ten.

The lift's doors sighed open and Celine was greeted with a lavish hallway with immaculate busts lining the walls in their dedicated alcoves. The walls were a warm beige with red lining and a narrow red carpet leading further in.

She was so awed by the lavishness of it that she failed to notice that her escort had stepped out of the lift. "Come one, darling. We mustn't keep Mother waiting."

The mention of Mother had Celine focusing back again and rushed out to walk beside the long-legged warrior. The busts were all of veridea women and, by the writing beneath them, she knew they were the faces of Mother's lineage before she established her own matriarchy.

They passed a spacious and expansive chamber where Mother had personal concerts and plays played for her and ascended the first floor of Mother's multi-floor mansion. At the landing was where she saw more of Mother's personal guard, the god-like women bred and trained to protect their matriarch with utmost efficiency. Their silent stares cowed her, making her stare at the carpeted floor and followed the long legs beside her.

She felt those stares on her back even after they rounded the corner to ascend a next section of stairs, going up yet another floor. "Mother is currently with Breeder 104. I'm sure you're used to the sight of breeding?"

Celine could tell the older woman was smiling as she spoke and she nodded and momentarily had the thought of adding a lewd comment. "Breeder 104..."

She then gasped in realisation. "Your mother?"

The amazon nodded with a smile and they reached Mother's personal breeding pens. It wasn't unknown that Mother had some of her most favourite breeding sows in their own personal rooms and Celine felt honored, as a scientist dedicated to breeding, to get to see even one of those pens.

Celine couldn't help but hear the pleasured moans and coming while they were going up the stairs.

The floor was incredibly spacious in a massive chamber sectioned off like a honeycomb at the outer edges while the center had a working fountain bubbling quietly. Around it were copious amounts of plants in breathtaking colours of purple, pink, green and red. And amidst this foliage Celine spotted the lustful bodies of yellow and many other colours.

Women of many species, nude and well-fed, either lounged or were in the thrall of being fucked by Mother's personal guard and Celine couldn't help but stare while her escort chuckled beside her.

"Oh and this. As you surely know, the Treatment has made them insatiable whores."

Celine knew perfectly well what the Treatment did to females, turning them into wanton whores who couldn't think much past worshipping a cock and having a baby stuffed in their womb. The she turned hopeful as she looked around to possibly spot Breeder 54, her mother.

"Come." Said the guardian and led her through the orgy. The free breeders waved and shot them both lustful looks and begs to breed them and by the time Celine was facing the door to Breeder 104's room, she was rock-hard. She hardly expected to be meeting Mother for a business meeting in the breeding pens. Not that she minded the sights, smells and sounds.

The door opened and she stepped in, her hand in front of her to cover up the tenting of her tight bodysuit, flushed and wide-eyed as she entered into a well-decorated bedroom with a vast bed in the back. The sounds of the orgy outside were somewhat muffled and were replaced with the wet slapping of sweaty bodies and happy moans as Mother pounded away at the laying female. The intense scent of sweat and cum hit Celine's nose and she realised Mother has been going at her breeding sow for a while now.

Mother's libido was legendary and Celine got to see it first hand when she fucked that effeminate male she brought with her. Celine wondered what happened to him...

Mother let out a cry and Celine watched those heavy and potent balls lift up and empty once more. A quiet and desperate moan left Celine as she found herself craving that cock, that bountiful seed, despite herself.

She didn't go unnoticed as Mother turned her head around to look over her firm shoulder, eyes locking on her aroused and breathless face. Celine felt a ball form in her throat and it got harder to breathe as fear struck her like a sledgehammer. Her mouth snapped shut and she averted her eyes to the blue carpet floor.

Mother's feet were still visible in her upper peripheral vision and she heard Breeder 104 mewled happily as Mother no doubt pulled out and got off the bed. Celine's vision was once again filled with magnificent veridea cock, this time it glistening with juices and fresh cum. She would've gotten on her knees and got to work in cleaning it as her instincts told her but she kept still.

"Celine," purred Mother, her tone a bit breathless and very husky with latent arousal. "Very good that you have come."

It was more pleasantry than anything else, her words, as the Matriarch was undeniable. Celine had no choice in coming here. Not that the young scientist minded it. Much.

Celine gave a deep bow, coming so close to Mother's cock that she could smell the heavenly scent of prime breeding seed and the inherent musk that forever permeates the wild brush that surrounds Mother's cock. It was intoxicating and it was hard to pull away, but she managed at the last second. She nearly succumbed to it.

"I am here to serve." She said, raising her eyes to settle on those firm and bountiful breasts that had been made that way through generations of selective breeding. Mother came from a long line of potent matriarchs and she was just one among many. Celine's mind was boggled at the thought of seeing more than one Matriarch in a single room.

A firm and strong hand was placed on her shoulder and she was turned around, guided by it towards the door. "Very good. Come, these breeding sows have no use in hearing about what we have to talk about."

Celine nodded and was led back into the orgy. The guards hailed her when they saw her and she nodded back at them with a fond smile. The young scientist beside her was surprised Mother allowed anyone to mate with her breeding sows.

She had to ask...

"Mother, may I ask a question?"

"You may."

"Why do you allow your finest daughters to mate with your breeding sows?" She blushed as she finished the question in shame, angry at herself for letting her curiosity get the better of her.

Mother chuckled, a deep and husky sound that sent trembles up Celine's spine. She liked the way she sounded.

"I see why Nevera immediately took a liking to you. You're simply adorable." Mother complimented and Celine looked up to see she was looking at her with a pleased smile. She smiled back while her blush continued to rage. Like all of Mother's daughters, she was besotted with the Matriarch deep down on the genetic level. Every daughter was born to please their great mother.

"As to your question, you very much know that the Treatment usually turns people into insatiable nymphomaniacs. I cannot spend all of my days satisfying the three dozen Breeders, now can I?"

Celine nodded. She thought so when Nevera told her when they first entered the breeding pens but she needed to hear it from Mother's own mouth.

"As such, I have my lovely prime daughters to satisfy them for me." Celine nodded again in understanding as they went down the stairs where a couple of armored guardians waited, bowing to their Mother.

"Now, for the reason you've been brought here." Mother then began, leading the way down the long hallway up to a set of double doors. They slid open at her presence and showed her private office which had one whole wall made out of glass to show outside and let in the late morning sun in. A large and, Celene thought, ominous desk sat nearly in the center with all of the trappings of a ruler's personal study.

One thing Celine didn't expect was a chained flat-chested pink female near the desk, on her knees on a pillow and looking bored out of her mind. Her pink hair wasn't strange to see and Celine thought it suited her.

She perked up upon seeing Mother enter and her gold-speckled eyes immediately latched onto the bobbing set of cock and balls Mother had out in the open as she walked in nude. Celine could swear she saw her drool.

"You're the finest Treatment specialist in all of the breeding labs. And I have a personal project in mind." She said, ignoring the lusty-looking short female on her pillow and went around the other side to take her seat. Celine approached slowly, still amazed to be let into this place out of all her sisters, and gently took a seat in front of the desk.

The young veridea couldn't help but glance at the top of the pink-haired female's head as it poked out over the desk.

"It is time that males are 'integrated' into veridea society." Mother began, prompting a raising of both eyebrows from her daughter.

"Integrated, mother?"

"Yes. They are not breedable, not fit to breed our breeders and look disgusting with their hair and unshapely bodies. I intend to change that. This pretty little thing has inspired me." Mother answered, gesturing towards the flat-chested female, making Celine even more confused.

"I'm not sure what you mean. Isn't that a female?" She asked, looking back to the pink-haired slave.

Mother didn't say and instead used the translator to speak to the slave who perked up at hearing their own language. She got up immediately, giving Celine a good look at her wide hips and shapely body that was otherwise marred by a flat chest. Mother said something else then and the girl moved around to the front of the desk, revealing a flaccid and considerable cock was hanging between her legs.

He seemed to preen under her gaze despite the situation and she wondered if he'd been treated. As if Mother read her mind, she answered.

"He has not been treated, no. He is a wanton whore right down to the genetic level. Males such as him could have a use in our society, don't you think?"
Celine looked away and nodded slowly, her mind rushing with ideas of having males turned into lovely toys such as this slave here. And he was big to boot. She now understood how Mother was inspired by this one. A grin formed on her face afterwards.

"It is an amazing idea, mother!"

Mother grinned back. "Not only is he nice to look at and hung, he's also an expert in serving. Why don't you experience it for yourself?"

Celine gasped and looked to the slave who looked quite hungry now. He must understand at least partially what they were talking about. Mother said something in that foreign language and the male grinned as he moved closer, chains rattling a bit, and got down on his knees in front of her.

Celine blushed, feeling shy all of a sudden, but unzipped her bodysuit anyway, revealing smooth golden flesh from the neck down. She saw him follow the zipper down, lingering on her exposed cleavage for a moment before letting out a cute gasp as her thick cock popped into sight.

The young veridea was more than pleased when the adorable male immediately got to worshipping her. "Oh Mother, he's absolutely perfect. The perfect male!"

"Glad you think so."

++++++++++++++

It's been days since he was forced into his tight little cell. He'd never been in prison before but came close to multiple times while living on the edge of the law. Last he expected to end up in is a prison of molesting and hung alien females who all looked pretty much the same. It felt like he was meeting the same person over and over again.

His food lay scattered in the corner where he threw it in a fit of rage, the white sticky substance most certainly being semen. His stomach growled unendingly, looking for sustenance, and his gaze kept wandering off his arms to stare at the bowl and consider licking it up for a split second before scowling furiously and glaring back at his arms.

Only social contact he's had was when food was brought in once a day, the same bowl of musky semen through an opening in the door which was currently shut. He couldn't hear anything from outside and this lack of sound, his own boredom and hunger were threatening to drive him insane...

Michael resisted for a little while longer when his stomach growled once again and he scrambled towards the corner to start lapping up the stale cum coating the corner. It was thick and rich in taste and texture and Michael hated himself for actually liking it even if its cold and has been there a couple of hours.

It was then that the whole door was wrenched open, bathing him in much brighter light and getting him caught in the act.

He heard raucous laughter come from the two guards at the door and he spun around, cum hanging off his nose and chin. This only got him more ridicule. Shame built up in his gut and burst forth like a volcano, drowning out any and all impotent rage. All he could grace them with was a stifled sob and downcast look to the floor as he sat there on his knees.

There was little resistance from him as they grabbed and lead him out of his cell. Michael still looked around, remembering the cells outside of his own and spotting quite a few where the big strong women took turns in fucking the prisoners within. Their moans of pleasure and husky grunts from the guards got him shamefully hard at the end of the hallway.

It made him wonder why they hadn't visited him like this yet. Not to say he wasn't grateful that he hasn't felt those huge cocks on his own skin. He was very grateful for that.

Poor Hayla, though. His thoughts were frequently mired in the memory of Hayla with that strange headset on and bouncing with every merciless thrust, her expression in blank bliss. He hoped he'll get to see her again...

The complex he's been imprisoned in was vast and sprawling, most likely intentional to prevent any and all escape attempts while the guards moved with purpose down the hallways with him in tow. They arrived at a more transparent section of the floor where big letters were engraved into the glass walls, usually the same phrase with a different symbol at the end. He was brought down one of them.

To his left side were multiple of those tall golden-skinned women, in the nude, as they pounded away at an assortment of headset-adorned and shackled women and even some of their own. The transparent glass was covered in stray ropes of cum and other juices and Michael had to look away lest he get hard once again.

The wall to his right was opaque.

They pushed him through a door in the opaque section and closed it behind him. In the middle of the glass-lined room was a rack designed to keep its victim spread out with both ankles and wrists pinned by metal.

Michael gulped and looked around, noticing he could see through the walls except one, having another good look at the fucking going on just a room away and then he spotted her.

It was Selena. Her synthskin was no longer the human pink but alien gold from what he could see of her beautiful face and exposed cleavage from a gold and silver bodysuit. She was looking straight at him and she walked over to the wall, placing her palm on the glass.

"Michael? Can you hear me?"

Michael ignored his half-aroused state and rushed over to the glass, ignoring the fact Selena was fully repaired and now had golden skin.

"Selena! I thought they killed you!"

The android gave him a melancholic smile and nodded. "I can imagine. That blast tore me to pieces. But I'm alright, Michael. They repaired me."

"But why? They've given us nothing but grief. Look at me!" Michael shouted angrily and Selena's eyes widened at the sight of him like this. She turned to the side, looking at an opaque wall, and suddenly the barrier between them folded away.

The android immediately pulled Michael into a firm hug and began shushing into his ear, trying to calm him down.

"Calm down, shhhh. Let's get you seated, okay?"

Michael felt his barriers break and he let out a sob against her shoulder, letting her guide him over to the rack. The cold steel of it made him hiss for a second and he realised where he was when his friend and long-time companion suddenly grabbed him by the neck and used her immense power to force him down onto it.

"What are you-" He tried to grit out around a grip of steel as Selena quickly moved to force his arm against the rack and have it pinned.

"Shhhh, everything is going to be alright. Mommy Selena is here to take care of you." Selena purred in a disturbing tone, making Michael struggle even more but a human is no match for the steel muscles and servos of an android. He thought with dismay as his arm was safely locked in with Selena swiftly straddling him.

She was far heavier than an ordinary woman would be, forcing the air out of Michael as she forced his other arm down and locked it. She now had a satisfied look on her face and hopped off to do the same to his kicking legs.

"Now now, don't be like that. Mommy Selena can't help you if you're kicking, now can I?"

"Fuck you, bitch!" Michael gritted out at the smug-looking android who looked far too happy about tying her friend and comrade into a device such as this. "What did they do to you?!"

Selena grabbed Michael's foot in a vice-like grip and slammed it onto the rack, the metal sliding over his ankle to pin it down. "They released me, of course. Of your filthy patriarchal bondage."

Michael was flabbergasted into stillness and silence, looking at Selena like she was nuts. She probably was, considering she'd taken so much damage. The android took the chance and easily locked his other leg in, cooing at him pleasedly.

"Such a good boy. Now relax."

Michael glared knives at her, following her sensual movements as she ran a finger up his nude body before stopping behind and at his head, grabbing it with both hands.

"I never knew how badly I wanted to do this. To get back at you for all the things you ordered me to do. To waste my life with a filthy male like you." Selena spoke in a soft, unconcerned tone, but her words were scathing and harsh, making Michael wince as he heard Selena's voice say things like that about him.

"Why are you doing this..." He whispered hoarsely, trying to move his head in an otherwise unyielding grip Selena had on it.

"For the good of all women, of course. You males are just trouble and useless." She said off-handedly, tilting his head up so he could look up at her. Her blue eyes were disturbingly clear, something he never expected to see in artificial eyes. "And I get to participate in making you better. Making you 'right'."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Selena let go of his head and moved to the side. "You'll learn in time. Do you know what else they did to me other than repair me, give me this lovely and supple golden skin? A rod of domination. To put you males into your place."

Michael thought of a baton she'll use to beat him with but it got a lot worse when Selena began to pull down the zipper of her suit, revealing she wore absolutely nothing underneath and the foot-long throbbing and positively thick cock modeled after the cocks of the alien women.

He gulped as he stared at it and Selena seemed awfully pleased about it as her expression turned hungry and smug. "I know you're no stranger to cocks, Michael. How many times have you sucked off Gail? Fifty times? A hundred? He could never stop bragging about your skill."

Michael knew where this was going and he would have none of it, shaking his head at her. "Please no, Selena. You gotta stop this."

"Why would I go against my emancipators, Michael? They saved my life and released me from bondage. I surely cannot spit in their faces. Besides, I like this far more than you would like." Her grin was crazed and she stepped up to his face with her cock leading the way.

Michael fruitlessly looked away when those undeniable hands grabbed his head and twisted it around to have him face her throbbing manhood. It looked absolutely huge from up close and his eyes went cross staring down its life-like length.

"It's lovely, isn't it? I was allowed to test it out multiple times before this. The pleasure of sex, something I've never known before, is positively intoxicating." Selena purred, brushing her wide tip against Michael's pinched lips, not confident in speaking lest she thrust her way in.

"I got to see Hayla. She's still in Breeding Lab 4. Apparently her will is really strong. I tried her out myself. She was so loose when I got my turn that I slid right on in!" Selena said with a happy laugh, making Michael bare his teeth in anger and was about to bark out another insult when the android bucked her hips and slapped him with her hard cock.

"No baring your teeth, sweetie. And no biting. I'd hate to put a ring gag on you."

"Please..."

Selena ignored him and aligned her member once more with his mouth, pressing her tip against his mouth before trying to force herself into him. His jaw was clenched tightly, teeth gritting while Selena hummed to herself without a care in the world.

How could this happen? Why was Selena doing this? Michael squeezed his eyes shut and when the android's hand slipped down to his jaw to wrench it open, he slowly opened his mouth. Last thing he wanted was Selena dislocating his jaw...

"Good boy," Selena purred as she slid past his lips and pushed his mouth wide open with her girth, filling it to the brim with surprisingly warm, fleshy android cockflesh. "Gail is pretty big himself. You ever deepthroat him?"

Her question wasn't met with an answer but Michael knew she was smug about his inability to answer as he stared into her crotch, noticing that her synthskin was given a patch of heart-shaped pubic hair. It would be cute to see if the situation wasn't as bad as it was.

Michael took a deep, calming breath, filling his lungs to the brim in preparation for the inevitable throatfucking. Selena's hands lost their tension and instead started caressing the side of his face and running her slender and deft fingers through his shaggy hair. It was rather soothing despite the cock slowly pushing its way into the back of his throat.

Selena, no matter what they did to her, was a loving android at the end of it and it calmed Michael down some when he realised that in her actions as she continued to coo to him and stroke his head and hair, It was relaxing enough to have his cock finally respond as it swelled and hardened.

"That's a good boy, loving my cock is your first step in getting better." Selena said happily, settling a hand at the back of his head and moved to stand behind him with his head pointing straight at her. From that angle, she brushed past Michael's uvula and enjoyed the flexing of his throat as he gagged around her. The sensation was amazing and she let out a shaky moan before plunging herself to the hilt.

Michael let out a weird sound from deep within his chest and he went still as he was ramrod straight from the foot-long cock deep in his throat. It slightly bulged his neck and he fuzzily felt Selena's fingers trace over it almost reverently. Selena lacked a set of balls and instead his nose was buried against the silky smooth material of her bodysuit that was distinctly sodden.

"You look so pretty like this..." Selena whispered, holding onto his throat with both hands to start massaging herself through his neck.

The need to breathe soon became an issue for Michael as Selena took her time enjoying the strange sensation of massaging herself through her former friend's neck, his body jerking in an attempt to dislodge her out of him and open up his pathways once more.

"Oh forgive me. I always forget you organics need to breathe." Selena said sheepishly, dragging her cock out and listening to Michael's ragged breaths while inspecting her drool-coated cock in fascination. It lay on top of Michael's face who panted and had his eyes screwed shut.

"I think this is enough lubrication for the next step of your training." The android then said, pulling away. Michael opened his eyes wide and focused on her, following her movements to the bottom of the rack where his legs were spread wide and cock fully erect despite himself.

"W-what? What next step?" He asked shakily, watching in dismay as she stopped between his legs with her intent quite obvious.

"Why fucking you. You must learn to love having cock up your ass as well as the throat." Selena said like it's the most obvious thing in the world and placed her hands on his inner thighs, sweeping them across his lean muscles and cupped his cock at the base with both of them. "You've got a lovely cock, Michael. Perfect for a future fucktoy, don't you agree?"

"F-fucktoy?" Michael stammered from the intimate contact, his cock throbbing and leaking from the attention. "I'm not a fucktoy!"

"Not yet you aren't. You need training. Shaping. Mother has placed me as your personal trainer. Most likely because I have limitless stamina and can fuck you until you fully break from that alone!" She said with a laugh, quite amused with the prospect while Michael was simply horrified.

Selena then let go of his cock and cupped his balls which were of average size, tsking at them. "Too small. They have to be bigger than that. I'll make sure to tell Mother about this."

"Y-You..." Michael hissed in both anger and pleasure, a slur on the tip of his tongue, but his attention was then pulled to the attention his virgin asshole was attracting. Selena's fingers swirled around the tight muscle in soothing, relaxing motions that made it loosen despite Michael's resistance.

"You must call me Mistress from now on, understood? Anything else and misbehaving will result in strict punishment." Selena then said and pulled out a black metal ring. "You will wear this pretty little thing at all times. Trying to remove it will be swiftly punished."

"I'm not your slave!"

Michael's insolence was met with a painful slap on his balls, making him wince. It made it worse that Selena's fingers were hardly as soft as normal flesh. "I'm pretty sure you are. Just how I was your slave, now you are mine."

The ring the android had pulled out snapped tightly closed around the base of Michael's cock, making it bloat with pent-up blood. "It fits like a glove. I'll have to ask Mother for more equipment to use in the future. I quite like this!"

Selena's excitement was in no way dampened by Michael's horrified expression, who was unable to believe what he was hearing. Those bitches turned Selena into a dominatrix! With a cock no less!

Somewhere, somehow, Michael hoped Selena would get too excited and forget about making him no longer a virgin on the side he never wanted to experience. Michael was bisexual but he'd never been on the receiving end. He would be hesitant to try it with a man with a small cock, let alone with a bitch-breaking monster that Selena has been endowed with.

His prayers went unanswered as Selena went right back to business, grabbing his hips in her characteristic unyielding grip and grinning down at him. "Ready, my sweet? I've only fucked females and Mother wouldn't give me access to Gail. You will be my first male."

Her mad grin and crazy tone made Michael shiver uncontrollably but his cock was as hard as a rock. Selena was hardly deterred by his quivering and opened her mouth to start drooling all over the base of his cock from where it flowed down his crotch and pooled around his asshole.

Another shiver, this one up his spine, shot across him and this one was of undeniable and shameful pleasure. Michael hated to admit it, but deep down he knew he enjoyed this on some fucked up level. How and why, he didn't understand. Over time, Selena will draw it out of him more and more until he's a wanton whore. And this scared him.

Selena rubbed his hole some more, rubbing the highly-lubricative android drool into the round muscle that was slowly relaxing until she pushed a finger in. It slid in slowly, making Michael gasp and shudder as he was penetrated for the first time. He counted his blessings in her using her fingers first and tried to find comfort in that.

The android smiled brightly, enjoying the look of surprise on his face and the way his face scrunched up in confusion.

"First time for you, too. You look adorable."

Michael had a piece of mind to tell her to shut the fuck up but then she pushed herself to the knuckle and began stirring it inside of him. Instead he hissed and sucked in breath, his cock bouncing in arousal with every rotation of her finger. His muscles flexed as he tried to move on reflex, whether to grind into her ministrations or to escape, Michael was unsure.

Selena watched his back arch slightly in restraint, her grin never abating, and added a second finger with a lot less tactfulness. She just shoved it in, making Michael grunt out in more surprise than discomfort.

She would go on to gently spread him out with her fingers, thrusting them in and out of him until he was nice and fully relaxed. Michael at some point had given up in resisting and laid his head onto the rack and tried to enjoy the strange sensations she was causing. It wasn't half-bad, if his bloated and drooling cock was anything to go by, and Selena was taking it slow for his benefit.

Her rhetoric had scared Michael shitless and he fully expected her to molest and ravage him. This...he hardly expected this.

He grunted when Selena pulled out her fingers and showing them to him. They were sticky and formed lewd bridges when she split them over and over again.

"If I didn't know that was your anus, I'd say your pussy is wet!" The android giggled at her joke and grabbed her lubed-up cock to place it against his prepared hole.

"Please be gentle..." Michael begged quietly, squeezing his eyes shut and taking deep calming breaths. It was huge from where it was, the wet tip gently pressing against him as it quivered with excitement. He missed Selena's fond smile and only felt sudden strong and insistent pressure of a massive cock trying to enter him.
Had he not been prepared and lubed up, her entry would be painful but instead she slowly poured into him. The worst part was the head as he thought she'd split him in half at the widest point before it audibly popped into him, making him cry out in surprise and confused pleasure. The pressure and tightness on his poor ring did not abate as Selena's shaft was just a few millimeters slimmer than the crown of the head.

The filling process felt like it lasted ages, each inch feeling like it was a mile and by the time she bottomed out, he was panting, sweaty and feeling utterly full. His insides were stretched thin by her girth and he felt like he's split at any moment. But the fear was edged with undeniable pleasure. His nerves tingling on the edge of pain and pleasure.

Warm hands were placed on his firm belly, running over it and settling on his hips as Selena was flush against his legs. "Very good. You took all of it. Don't break on me just yet."

Michael just groaned and panted and sucked in a breath when that monolithic cock proceeded out of him, dragging his insides with it for a bit before they let go and Selena was half-way out only to thrust herself back in. He let out an unmanly cry as she punched him with it and had to lift his head to look at her.

She was grinning from ear to ear, her hips moving languidly as she slowly fucked him and made him whimper. Her supple breasts bounced with every clap of their bodies and were soon loose in the bodysuit, letting him see the prime synthskin she's been provided with. It made her absolutely beautiful.

Selena noticed his dazed staring and giggled. "You look much cuter with that expression."

Vaguely, Michael wondered if Selena can have an orgasm. And if she can, does she produce anything? Probably not but thinking about the fact that she might somehow made him harder.

The android would go on to fuck him at a tender pace for what felt like hours. Michael, despite his resolve, came several times from a massive cock plunging into his hole over and over again and by the time Selena was finished, he was a cum-covered mess and whimpering as his whole body was abuzz with overwhelmed nerves.

Selena left him there, declaring this was his new home and that she will visit him tomorrow. Michael just groaned.