2 comments/ 26582 views/ 11 favorites Mecha Bitches By: Frocto "Girls, I'd like to introduce you to our newest recruit," said the tall, male officer who was introducing me to the newest wing of the military, made to combat the ferocious Space Monsters. It was a team designed for Giant Robot combat against the ferocious creatures that had invaded from space and I was the first male member. As I regarded the two women I would be working with, I felt very smug indeed. Each girl was wearing her military uniform, with the vehicle they piloted clearly displayed on the left breast. Lady, the pilot of the Green Wasp, was the first to greet me, stepping forwards. She towered over my small stature, at least six feet tall, if not more, and built with a mature, mother's body. When she moved, it was with a slow, natural grace, her immensely broad hips, the widest part of her body, and fat ass serving to slow her down, while her breasts, at least F cups by my judgment, swung back and forth, staining her tiny outfit with milk drops. Her hair and lips were both moss green, her lips shimmering moistly, and her outfit was the same moss green, a very tight leotard, outlining her nipples and camel toe clearly. She wore elbow-length green gloves and thigh-high stockings ending in high heels, her only visible protection being a very light helmet with a pair of antennae emerging from it. Above her ass was a metallic looking stinger, which was the connection point for her cockpit. I smiled at the thought of her receiving feedback from her mecha directly through her ass, I was surprised it didn't get lost. Lady leaned in close, breathing huskily, and fixed me with deep, dark eyes that gleamed like a predator's. Then she spoke in a thick Russian accent. "Welcome to our team, newbie. You had best not get in my way." And with those words, she knocked me casually aside, throwing me back several feet with overwhelming strength, my slight body able to do very little against her larger one. She strutted out of the room and, upon recovering my senses, I saw the second pilot smirking down at me. Duchess was slightly shorter than Lady, but still immense. All the women I had seen here were giantesses, obviously incredibly strong and tall, surely a necessity imposed on them by the strenuous nature of their jobs as pilots. I would have to keep up, for sure. But looking up at Duchess, I wondered if that were possible. Duchess was wearing a blue bikini with metallic highlights, providing armour-plating, patterned after a snake's scales, over her G-cup breasts and fat ass. She was even more overweight than Lady, with bigger hips and a much larger potbelly, something her bikini flaunted rather than hid. Over the clothing she wore a white lab coat, hanging loosely off her silky, broad shoulders, unbuttoned. Red-rimmed glasses were perched on her nose, going nicely with her bright red lips, moist from touching up and fussing over. She had a short hairstyle, her hair a brilliant aquamarine and she wore combat boots and leather gloves. I had heard Duchess was the team's Computers Expert and an unparalleled genius. However smart she was, it was probably much more than myself. "I find Lady's deductions appropriate... But unnecessary." She leaned in closer, her eyes hooding, her mouth slackening in a mocking fashion. She adjusted her glasses and said in a sing-song voice, "I'd estimate a worm like you won't survive your first mission." The Commander smiled as they left. "Don't let it get to you, kid. I'd say it'll get easier to deal with them over time, but the truth is that they're like that with everyone... It's how they show affection," he said, sounding a little unsure of himself. He winced as Duchess shot him a furious glare, looking down, unable to meet her eyes. "But that's irrelevant right now, we need to..." Suddenly, he paused as a warning alarm began to sound. "What? We're under attack already?" He looked down at me. "Well, looks like we'll be testing your skills sooner than you think!" And with that, my career began. We arrived just in time to find the Space Monster was in full swing, destroying the local Downtown, kicking over skyscrapers and pulverizing bridges as if they were tissue. It was a quadruped, resembling an armour-plated shark more than anything else and about two hundred feet long. As I maneuvered my vehicle, Red Giant, through the city to counteract it, Green Wasp sailed overhead, beating its immense, almost transparent wings and firing its thrusters. Moments later I saw Blue Snake slithering along parallel to me through, buzzing through traffic, swinging this way and that. Lady got to the beast first and brought her missiles online, firing three barrages at the thing's armour-plated hide. I watched in silent awe as the blasts spattered along its spine, seeming to do nothing more than anger the terrible beast. It swung its enormous tail around in a wide arc, crashing the pronged end against a skyscraper and threatening to topple it. My eyes flickered to the path of the teetering skyscraper and I saw Duchess was coiling Blue Snake around the base, attempting to right it. I immediately revved Red Giant's engine, acting on instinct, and leapt across the city, landing on the freeway. The impact of my mecha's weight cracked and broke the bitumen before I was off in the air again. I skidded alongside Blue Snake and moved forward to help her when Duchess's voice crackled over the radio. "What do you think you're doing, you disgusting little maggot?" she growled at me. Her serpentine robot was struggling against the weight of the skyscraper as I faltered, my advance stopping. "I thought I'd help you..." I called back and she snorted. "Help? Help from a gutless, spineless, hopeless little faggot like you? I ought to skin you alive, you degenerate... degenerate stain of shit!" she spat at me, her voice dripping with incoherent rage and malice. I could hear Lady sniggering over the intercom as Duchess's words ripped into me, tearing apart any self-worth I felt or any belief I could bring aid to this unit. "When we're out of here," she continued, still grunting and straining against the collapsing building, "I'll slice your cock off and stamp it under my mech! Then I'll crush your balls into paste!" She lurched forward against the impasse, seeming to grow stronger, then the tables turned suddenly. Steam exploded out up and down the length of Blue Snake as it began to vent excess energy and suddenly the entire form of it went limp. Blue Snake toppled to the ground, crushing trees and hedges and the skyscraper continued to fall. Meanwhile, Lady flew in, in Green Wasp, and charged up her ship's Plasma Beam. The Space Monster swung its head around and Lady snorted derisively, wheezing out of her nose and an ear to ear grin split her face. "Time to die, you little piss-stain," she spat and discharged the superheated energy directly into the Space Monster's face. It reeled back, crying out in pain and frustration as Lady began to snigger at first, then broke out into maniacal, deranged snorting guffaws. She thrust her body forward, standing in her cockpit, thrusting her crotch against the handle of the targeting laser and slammed her body into it over and over as if she were fucking the Monster to death, every thrust making the beam of energy well up and fatten. She shrieked in joy as the creature stumbled back, blood spraying from its face onto the ground and spat a diatribe of furious insults at it, grunting and sweating as if she'd just cum hard. "Aaargh... So exhilarating..." she groaned and then she released her bladder, pissing herself with an almost casual relaxation. "Mmmmgh..." The amber liquid pooled around the crotch of her leotard, then dribbled down onto her leather seat and she wallowed in the piss, still in the aftershocks of what was evidently a very powerful orgasm. Meanwhile, I struggled to hold the skyscraper up. People were evacuating, but I wasn't sure how much longer I could hold it. I looked up and saw Lady had turned around and was flying towards my position. She radioed me, asking, "Wh-What happened to Duchess?" Unsurprisingly, she sounded totally breathless. "Her Mecha just stopped working..." I grunted and then I looked up at her, twisting my robot's body against the skyscraper. "Help me with this..." She sniggered at me and rolled her eyes like an animal, "Oh, you need a hand, little faggo-" And then her voice cut out abruptly as a blast of energy slammed into Green Wasp and sent her sailing through the air. She hit the ground about five hundred feet away and skidded for another five hundred. The Space Monster had risen and fired a terrible mouth laser at her. I snarled and narrowed my eyes, concentrating as hard as I could and the robot flexed its back and lowered the upper half of the skyscraper firmly to the ground. Rescue services arrived and I straightened up, ready to engage the Space Monster. Its armour-plating was undamaged, but its face was terribly mangled. Suddenly, it turned and began galloping towards the harbour. It leapt into the air and disappeared below the waves. I looked around at my two fallen companions and radioed back to base. "Situation has been neutralized," I murmured. "Coming home." I disembarked from Red Giant, taking a moment to admire the giant form of one of humanity's great protectors. It was exactly one hundred and twelve feet tall, gleaming with a beautiful red sheen. It was sharply cut and angular, with broad shoulders and large, bulky limbs. Green Wasp was in the bay just to its right, a sixty foot tall wiry insectoid and Blue Snake, two hundred feet long was further down. Beyond that, laid White Mantis and Black Scorpion, two robots still requiring pilots. I understood that the original leader of the team, a man who piloted Red Giant had died in combat and I was now taking on his role. Lady had been his wife and Duchess his mistress. I trembled at the thought of a man having control over two such powerful women. I quickly turned away and began trotting down the steps to the changing rooms, to get out of my sweaty pilot's suit. I closed the door behind me and sighed, leaning against the door. The girls would be furious at me for almost getting Duchess killed and not helping Lady. I shivered in fear as I slid my suit off my shoulders. Then, I heard a polite cough. I looked up and saw Duchess standing in the middle of the men's change rooms, blushing faintly. She looked away when I noticed her. I moved closer. "Duchess...?" She startled. "W-Worm... I want to thank you... You disgusting little pig... For saving my life..." She bit her tongue, avoiding my eyes, hands balled into fists by her sides. "That is all." I was stunned. Then I raised my hands. "No, it's fine, really! I was just doing my job!" She nodded. "You wish to breed with me, don't you, sir?" I denied it as she stared directly at me, shaking my hands. "No, no!" She advanced rapidly. "It is purely logical! It was not logical to risk your own life to save mine, therefore you must have had an ulterior motive! One that required my body to be intact! I expect you're attracted to my body, my genius!" She grabbed as much of my collar as was still up and hauled me towards her with inhuman strength. "That's it, isn't it? You want to fuck me!" Fear was shining in her eyes. "It would ruin my career if you fucked me... But you intend to rape me in my sleep... Impregnate me..." Her eyes shone a little crazily now. "There's only thing I can do..." And then with a whoosh, she dropped to her knees in front of me, pulling down my flight suit. "Your piloting today was magnificent! Splendid! You are a true marvel! I was worthless, I could be cut from the team... If they ordered me out, if you demanded I be thrown out, it would come to pass..." She yanked my flight suit over my cock, which had risen dramatically as I was oppressed by her strong stench of slimy cunt-juices. Her pussy must be frothing the way she smelt. I stammered, trying to stop her, but my protests died when she began fisting my cock expertly, showing more familiarity with the penis than I did. I groaned and arched my back as she began to nurse my balls. "You must be very fertile," she moaned at my cock, leaning forward to suckle at it. "Very strong... I can't let even a single drop of your..." she groaned and then susurrated, her voice sounding far away and drugged, "Cock juice... Near my pussy... Now can I?" She leaned forward and began to fervently suck. "I won't let you rape me or kick me out of the unit, sir!" she breathed, "Because every drop of your sperm is going into my belly..." Her blowjob was exquisite when she fully got into it. The stink of my sweaty, unwashed cock made her gag and grunt like a stuck pig, falling down drunkenly, buoyed up by dick, her knees scraping on the hard floor. She began to drool like an idiot, not even seeming to realize, her eyes rolling back in her head and only mindless, droning groans escaping from her throat. Her entire body seemed to have shut off except for her vice-like lips and smoldering, groping tongue that felt as strong and constricting as her own Blue Snake. After she was satisfied my cock was well lubed up, she lowered her face to my heavy, seed-filled testicles and lapped at them like a dog, running her fat tongue all over them in long, juicy swipes. Every time her eyes met mine she gave a throaty groan and she posed for me, her tongue slathered on my balls, my cock resting on her face like a dominant predator. Then she slurped it back down, throat stretching around the thick, hard, veiny shaft, her tongue splattering my cock with thick saliva and then she tightened her lips in a death-grip. Moments later I felt my shaft begin to fire like a shotgun, blast after blast of sperm slamming into her throat, making her head quiver and fling backwards. I grabbed a fistful of her hair suddenly and slammed her head against the wall, fucking her face roughly, dumping my powerful load down her throat. Once I released her, she sat back, on her knees, throat stinging, panting. "Aaaaagh..." She moaned stupidly, looking up at me with drugged eyes. She fell sideways and purred contentedly and I saw she'd left a sticky trail of cum all over the tiled floor. She swallowed deeply of my cockjuice and looked up at me from between her blue hair. "Y-You won't get me pregnant... I've got you figured out..." She laughed at me, enjoying her victory over me, while I excused myself in embarrassment, changing as fast as I could. Little did I realize, tomorrow was going to be even stranger. Mecha Bitches Ch. 02 After that, Duchess's succulent, drooling blowjobs started to become a part of my daily routine. My scores had long ago surpassed hers in simulator runs and, the way she saw it, she was forced to obey me as a servant. One day, I'd barely just gotten to work when she dragged me to the toilets. "Get in there, you little bastard," she spat at me, nostrils flaring, eyes widen and her pupils dilating. She threw me into the toilet stall and sat me down on the seat, undoing my jeans and yanking them down. "I had a terrible nightmare last night..." she grunted as she focused on pulling my pants down as fast as possible. "I imagined I was in my bed and you were over me, holding me down, raping me in my pussy. You probably KNOW I don't even use contraception, after all! M-My doctor said it would make my allergies play up!" She grasped my dick and started jerking me off furiously, her bright blue nails sparkling as she looked up at me with those crazy, spinning eyes, panting as she worked herself up to fervour. "You sick fucking freak! You... You want to make my belly swell up so fat I don't know what's what! Y-You figure if you get your dick inside me you'll just melt my brain like putty, make me into a f-f-f-f-..." She stopped to catch her breath, then swept her luxurious hair behind her ears and slathered her blue lips all over my cock, sucking it as diligently as I'd ever had, bobbing her head like a champion before she gave a despairing gasp and raised her head again, as if sliding off it caused her physical pain. She looked up at me with wide, frightened eyes, "Into a f-f-fuck-hungry fuck-freak! That's your plan, isn't it? I hate you!" Then she grabbed my thighs firmly to stop me from moving and started sucking my cock down her throat like she was starving to death. One hand got between her thighs and started going nuts in her pussy and I felt her shudder three or four times with orgasm as she got herself over the edge with needy passion. When I came down her throat, she chugged it greedily, slurping and moaning on my shaft like the bitch in heat that she was before she sat back and quietly nuzzled my dick like a kitten, lapping my remaining sperm from the shaft. "You don't stand a chance," she purred into my dick, pressing her lips against it so her voice vibrated by cock veins. "I'll suck your dick so much I'll turn you infertile!" And she rose to her feet, giving me that same smug grin, interrupted only by running her fat pink tongue over her lips, slurping off a huge dollop of my sperm, before she turned and walked out past the men at the urinals, who immediately regarded me with burning jealousy. I blushed, my cock still sticky from her saliva, and tried to close the door. A while later, I got suited up and was on my way to the training simulators when I noticed the commander talking with a new woman in the hallway. The first thing I noticed about her was how incredibly tall she was, towering over him by a few feet at least. Her body was just as plump as Duchess and Lady, but... Her size terrified me. I felt my body shrinking down as she suddenly noticed me and spat something aggressive towards the commander. I realized immediately she was demanding to know what a kid was doing here and I started to blush hard. She was gorgeous, of course, with raven-black hair that clung to her scalp in a very military, no nonsense bowl haircut and her eyes stung me with imperial hatred. Moving downwards, I saw her deep purple lips were the fattest, thickest I'd ever seen on a woman in my life, looking more like a moist, wanting vagina than anything anyone would ever speak through. When they settled in a light displeasure at my appearance my cock dripped, something I'd have thought impossible after Duchess's momentous blowjob, but I felt rejuvenated at the mere sight of her. She was wearing a black latex jumpsuit that shone at every perfect curve, accentuating her immense bosom, her broad, child-bearing hips and her titanic, tree-trunk thighs, giving her entire body the impression of a tightly-wrapped package that could itself free at any moment. A zipper ran down the front from the throat to the crotch and it was currently half undone, showing acres of soft white tit-flesh that quivered and rippled with every movement. She was definitely braless. The commander smiled at me. "Ah, there you are. I'd like to introduce you to Baroness. She's our infiltration expert and the pilot of Black Scorpion. You'll be working alongside her very soon." Baroness's lips curled back as she realized I was another pilot. "Ugh, you mean this is the boy you told me about? The little piss-stain, yah?" she drawled in a powerful German accent. "Boy, are you the little piss-stain that got in the way of my girls at the last mission?" The commander made an attempt to step forward, beginning to defend me and she moved rapidly to him, her body twisting with unerring grace. Baroness grabbed him by his arm and twisted it painfully behind his back, her eyes flaring with hatred, wide as a madwoman. "I'm sorry, commander? I was SPEAKING! Men are not permitted to speak while my dulcet tones are carried on the air!" The commander cried out, gasping, unable to respond quickly enough, but he eventually managed to choke out a panicky torrent of apologies and begging for mercy. She giggled, pushing her arm more painfully into his back, then met my eyes. "What are you staring at, piss-stain? As a pilot at this facility, I have total authority over any member of staff I deem necessary! We are humanity's last hope, after all! I am doing my duty here!" Her eyes lowered to my cock, which had become painfully stiff. Her hatred for me seemed to turn from a simple burning fire into the blazing of a hundred suns and her eyes rolled madly again. "You find this arousing, you little freak?" She shoved the commander towards me and he fell to his knees, crying out again. Her plump, gigantic breasts shuddered at me, as if berating me just as much. "Do you like my body?" she gasped, resting her fingertips between her massive teats as she continued to torture the commander. I faltered, taking a step forward suddenly, and she spat on me. "NO! You will not come a step closer! Now... DO YOU LIKE... MY BODY?" she screamed at me. I began to cry a little, making her scream even more and I nodded with all my strength. She grinned wickedly and I heard a pop in the commander's shoulder as she ground her groin against the back of his head. "Good, you little piss-stain! We don't allow faggots to pilot the mecha! But I won't have some horny little faggot staring at me all day, either! We... We have to do something about this!" she concluded, an insane tone creeping into her voice. "If you cum while watching me, I'll break his arm. GOT IT?" she hissed and I only nodded. "If that little dick of yours spews your load, I might even kill him!" I continued to nod, sobbing more now. Then she reached for her zipper and started to pull it down. Her luxurious, plump breasts began to ease out, like jelly being gently moved forwards, or tilting to accommodate gravity as pressure subsides against them. It was an elegant motion that felt like it took years to complete as the fullness of her moons came into my view. Hot pink nipples caught on her zipper, making her gasp, then popped out, each four inches long at least. They oozed milk. She cupped her tits protectively. "Do you like my big breasts, boy?" she asked, her other hand breaking the commander in two. I continued to nod and she ordered I get my cock out. I undid my pants right there and she gasped, obviously taken aback by the size of it. "Oh my!" she moaned, then seemed to regain her composure a little. "J-Jerk it... Yesss, that's right... Jerk your... Your b-b-big dick..." she gasped, as if unable to believe she'd just said those words. A trickle of drool formed at the corner of her mouth and I suddenly heard the commander give a terrifying scream as she broke his arm, not even seeming to register his presence anymore. She was dragged back to reality and, noticing his pain, she gave an insane cackle, throwing her head back, laughter dragged from her throat in explosive gasps, each one dripping with simple arrogance and child-like cruelty. Her fat lips grasping at her mirth, peeling back and forth like a hungry vagina combined with her shaking, leaping bosom pushed me over the edge and suddenly I came, my cock spasming and spewing my load onto the floor where the commander lay, soaking his clothes with my cock-juice. I started apologizing profusely, but whatever he said was swallowed up by a new wave of mad laughter from Baroness. Suddenly, a claxon rang out. Baroness gasped. "We're under attack! G-Get your cock back in your pants, you little faggot piss-stain!" Dragged from whatever reverie had consumed her mind, she slapped me hard across the face. "We have work to do!" Mecha Bitches Ch. 03 Baroness and I ran to the docking bay, stopping only while I climbed into my flight suit. As I undressed, letting my cock sling out and hang free, I continuously caught her glancing at it furtively, seeming to have trouble containing herself in its presence. I was curious to ask her why the girls never removed their flight suits, but my mind was focused on other things at the time. Together, we emerged out into the docking bay, looking around wildly. The Commander was with Lady and Duchess, briefing them on the mission. I moved between the two girls, their broad, generous hips parting slightly to give me room as I looked up at the Commander. I noticed his arm was in a cast, where Baroness had broken it during her playing. "This is a different Space Monster from last time," he said, indicating the screen. "Its method of attack is much more dangerous. I want you people to demonstrate teamwork out there. Especially... With Red Giant. Please?" He added the last word as a plaintive whine as Baroness spat on his face. He didn't flinch, he simply allowed the spit to roll down his pitted face. However, Lady and Duchess were less quick to retaliate. "You have GOT to be joking!" grunted the German Goddess, grabbing me by my hair and yanking me towards her. She jabbed a finger hard into my face and I grunted in pain, but remained silent as she spoke, "This little bitch is just a boy! A child! You're a fucking idiot if you think we can depend on him, ja? I will piss on this dummkopf and he will run crying." I whimpered a little, but the Commander did his best to stand his ground. "He performed quite decently last time, however..." "I have watched the videos, you fucking IDIOT! He made not a single effort to attack the beast! All damage inflicted was by Green Wasp!" Lady grinned at that, shaking her fat hips. "Da, that is correct. He is sooo stupid! He makes no effort to attack whatsoever! Stupid little faggot boy!" The Commander grunted. "I'm sorry, ladies, but his vehicle has been prepped already. Red Giant is ready to go. And another thing: It was that suicidal attack by Green Wasp that has it currently in the repair bay, so Lady will be staying here. Is that und-" He wasn't able to finish his sentence, however, as Lady's powerful arm moved faster than any of us could follow. The Commander clasped at his stomach, curled up slightly, then collapsed to the ground in a trembling pile. She ground her heel into his cheek, crushing him, drawing a drop of blood. "NO! NO NO NO! I VILL NOT STAY HERE WHILE THAT IDIOT GOES OUT AND FUCKS ABOUT!" She composed herself, then glared pure hatred at me. "Listen up, you fucking worthless piece of shit. I will pilot Red Giant. You will stay here and jerk your tiny little dickie like a good faggot, got that?" She stood over me, eyes twitching, trembling spasmodically. In her rage, she'd let herself get worked up and now every breath made her leotard quake as her tits settled themselves. Her nipples were dragged up and down against the coarse fabric and her fists clenched. The more horny she got, the more angry she would get. I kept my mouth shut and just looked away shyly, hoping she didn't hit me. Eventually, she leaned back and grinned like a bitch. "That's fucking right. He cannot even protest. Stupid little faggot!" Baroness groaned in pleasure, rubbing her hands sensuously up and down her sides. "He certainly is. Pathetic. He is so fucking stupid, he thinks he is a pilot like us, when he is just a whiny little bitch. Go and get in Red Giant, Lady. And Duchess! What is wrong with you?" Duchess trembled slightly when Baroness's eyes fell on her. "W-Well... Um..." Her lip trembled faintly, her hand sliding down to rub her fat belly. "Umm... Nothing... Yes, he certainly is stupid..." The other two girls traded looks, with unconcealed expressions of disgust. However, they both realized that speaking against Duchess would allow the Commander to take her off duty and put me back on, so they stayed silent. When the three women had gone, I helped the Commander to his feet, as he whimpered pathetically. He was so weak for letting this happen... But I'd let it happen as well, after all. "This is bad..." he grunted, leaning on a table for support, holding a bandage to his bloodied cheek with his unbroken arm. "They need to work together..." We both turned to a series of computer screens allowing us to survey the fight. I watched as Red Giant, Blue Snake and Black Scorpion came crashing out into the green countryside and turned towards the new Space Monster. Baroness seemed eager to keep the other girls in line, especially Duchess, so she was quickly barking orders from the Scorpion. I watched as she clambered up the side of a skyscraper, massive legs crunching into the building, getting into position for an attack. Red Giant stood at the base of the skyscraper, clutching a massive Pulse Rifle tightly. The Space Monster was a titanic statue of a woman, reminding me of the Virgin Mary somewhat, but with vastly more sexualized features. The entire stone construction was over five hundred feet tall and it gently levitated through the city. Occasionally a point on its body would glow faintly, before discharging lasers across the city that reduced city blocks to rubble. Red Giant hopped out from behind cover, as Lady raised the huge pulse rifle and fired off three shots, which were effortlessly absorbed. "No way!" she growled, before ducking back to avoid a laser. The statue flew over a park, knocking down trees and sending them flying, approaching Lady's position. Red Giant hopped out again, and I could only watch silently as a blast of pure energy ripped through its torso and the mech topped to its knees, before spilling onto the ground. "NO!" screamed Baroness and her scorpion sunk down low on the rooftop, before launching into a leap taking it right down onto the head of the statue. A huge stinger raised up and slammed into the statue's throat, before energy blasts sawed right into it. Baroness had decapitated the statue, the head smashing onto the ground. Duchess whooped in glee, while Lady's screen only displayed static. Duchess turned to me, smiling smugly. "Guess we didn't need your help after all, eh? You little faggot!" Baroness smirked. "That's ri-" She was abruptly cut off as something whipped out of the head of the statue and clasped Black Scorpion tightly in its bonds. It was a writhing mass of tentacles, connected to some sort of central eye, which was slithering up to mount the statue. Tentacle after tentacle grasped Black Scorpion, then Baroness screamed over and over again as the tentacles began to rip the metal body of the beast apart. The gnashing of gears rose to the same pitch as Baroness's squawks of agonized pain, then both cut off abruptly. Duchess whimpered something, and then her screen died as well. A few moments later, I grabbed the commander by his jacket, making him wince. "They got slaughtered! What the hell happened!" He just shook his head, grumbling. "Those idiots... This is bad..." "You're damn right this is bad! Let me rescue them!" "But there aren't any functioning robots! There's just Green Wasp and..." "White Mantis. Why don't I take White Mantis?" He blanched a little at that, avoiding my eyes. "Uh, it's not prepped, it couldn't go out under the circumstanc..." "I want you to get it ready," I hissed at him, "Before those girls out there are all dead! Do you understand?" I must've reared up a little, because I could faintly perceive him cowering under my eyes, despite the height he had over me. He just continued to whimper. "Only White Queen can pilot Mantis... I'm sorry!" "White Queen...? And who is she?" He took me to his office to explain. "White Queen is the longest-term pilot of this unit, after the King himself. She's away on assignment currently, but we're expecting her back anytime soon. She refuses to let anyone else pilot her robot, too. And she's certainly a ferocious one..." he finished in a whimpering kind of way that made me sick. I suddenly burst out of my chair. "Men being spineless is what got us into this situation in the first place, Commander! You'll prep White Mantis for me or all those girls will die. And I'll take full responsibility for whatever happens, since you don't seem capable of doing so." The Commander shook his head and stood up, reaching to his belt. He drew a pistol and pointed it as best he could at me, despite his shaking. "No. You don't know what she's like. I won't give her any reason to be angry at me..." I trembled a little at the raised weapon, but didn't back down. Would he really shoot me? There was so much fear in his eyes and I reflected that White Queen must truly be a terrifying woman. He cringed and hid away from the other three girls, but he was even more scared of her? I couldn't begin to imagine what sort of woman she must be. More importantly, I couldn't let myself become gripped by fear while those three girls were being killed out there. I swung my hand out and grabbed his wrist tightly, yanking it upwards, and a single bullet whizzed past my shoulder. Moments later, I had the Commander slammed against the wall and the gun in my hand. I grunted and pointed it at him. "Prep White Mantis or die." My cock was drenched in saliva. Two huge, pink tongues lashed up and down it, gasping over the shaft, while female gasps and moans came from all around me. I groaned as my ultra-hard cock throbbed painfully under the pleasure of this beautiful cocksucking. Duchess's lips alone moved with the elegance and sleaziness of a master dick worshipper, but when you factored Lady's skilled mouth into the equation as possible, it was simple just too good for me. I sat back and ran my hands through the hair of both girls as they slobbered noisily and messily over my dick, sharing it, their tongues too busy with sucking to be able to properly articulate the feelings of worship that were coming from their hearts and their throbbing, horny cunts. After White Mantis had been prepared, it had been a simple enough matter to mount the giant Space Monster's corpse and attack the smaller one that had defeated the three girls. After that, Baroness had grunted out an apology before a very whipped Lady and Duchess came to my sides, holding an arm each and begging for my mercy with their fat, pouty lips. Since both of the girls towered over me, they'd knelt down, lowering themselves to my level, whimpering and pleading stupidly for any scrap of mercy, something that obviously disgusted Baroness. "Look at you! Slobbering over that boy! You two disgust me!" she grunted, stamping her foot, before storming off. It was true, their minds had both ticked over to the conclusion that they could get removed from the unit for this second failure, the second time I'd had to save their lives, and they suddenly seemed very eager to get into my good books. But the brazen looks of lust in their eyes spoke another story. The two girls had taken my back to my place and sat me down on the couch, preparing my dinner for me and getting me a beer or two. Then, after dinner, they'd both made brainless excuses to get down on their knees and tore my pants open with pure ferocity, before their tongues messily and greedily slobbered onto my cock. When they sucked it, their lips stretched out, cheeks hollowing, and they whimpered over what was clearly the best and tastiest thing they'd ever had in their mouths. The praise was unending, which I thought was an exaggeration at first, but after three non-stop hours of dick worship, they were still finding new pet names for it, veins they hadn't paid nearly enough attention to, or deposits of sperm I didn't even know I had. They showed no sign of slowing, either, truly lost in a primordial cock haze. Occasionally they'd exchange a sloppy kiss for my amusement, but I noticed their tongues were aggressive, dragging sperm from each other's mouths, fighting for the right to be the number one cockwhore. Duchess even seemed to be panicking a little, as if realizing her territory was being encroached on. After all, my cock had belonged to her previously, at least in her mind, so a sexy, talented dicksucker to be trying to take that away from her was obviously making her panic a little. She would've been trying twice as hard as Lady, if Lady hadn't redoubled her efforts to be able to compete. "Girls, you can stop sucking now," I gasped after the fourth hour of continuous messy dicksucking. They both looked up at me with shimmering eyes, then nodded and stood up, beginning to undress. Duchess helped Lady slide her leotard down, while Lady undid the other girl's bikini top. They turned back to me, with four huge breasts on display, all for me. There was so much tit flesh, it should've been distributed among ten or twenty girls, but somehow these massive teats had been left entirely for these two crazy sluts, to be almost completely unused or untouched. What a waste, I'd thought at the time. Of course, back then I still hadn't fully realized just how sex mad these girls were. Complete revulsion for almost every man they'd ever met had lead to them building up expectations of a perfect man that no-one could ever hope to achieve and having that man in front of them was shutting down all their higher brain functions and replacing every sensible notion with a paralyzing, integrity-breaking need to reproduce. Kill me, rape me, leave me lying in the gutter, just swell my belly so I can give birth to your superman babies! All the hours of cocksucking made sense now, as they had been doing nothing short of worshipping their God. They were more devout than most nuns. I replayed the scene of the battle in my head as they led me to the bedroom and had me mount them, one after the other, over and over. I had arrived like a saviour at the last moment, ripping the monster off the girls and saving their lives, destroying it almost effortlessly. White Mantis was a powerful machine, but I was also an exceptional pilot, this much was becoming clear. The girl's level of skill couldn't even be measured on the same scale as mine, it would be like comparing a baby to an athlete, and they realized this now, which was certainly making my ego swell. So I pounded their fat asses as they lay on their backs, legs in the air, swearing and hissing and screaming like idiots for my cock to inseminate them, calling me master and stud and anything else I wanted to hear. I came in Duchess, filling her pussy, then Lady shortly after, then back to Duchess for a second time and so on. Both girls fainted before I'd even broken a sweat, after shooting my tenth load from my massive cock. Both of them were now surely pregnant to me, something that just made me grin smugly to myself. Stupid sluts. They knew their place now. After they passed out, I slowly came to the decision that I'd have to become an even better pilot. Baroness still didn't believe my skill and if the reward I'd obtain from her was as excellent as what these two had given me, I fully intended to impress her, and the Space Monsters must be defeated as well. But the main reason I had to become a better pilot was obvious to me. Thoughts of White Queen were lurking in the back of my head, especially what the broken Commander had said about her coming back soon. If she wished to fight me, I intended to be fully ready to face this bitch and show her what I was capable of. I dozed off between the bodies of my fucked-out sluts, only able to think of becoming the most powerful man alive, with my Red Giant or her White Mantis. Regardless, everything would be mine. Mecha Bitches Ch. 04 The next morning was very pleasing. I awoke sandwiched between female flesh in my bed, where it belonged. As I yawned, it all came back to me; the girl's drooling over me, waiting on me and then sucking my cock endlessly. Both women had snuggled into my sides, arms around my chest, and I noticed their big, fat breasts were pressed quite firmly into my sides. I could certainly get used to this, I thought, as I slipped an arm around both of the huge-bosomed bitches and pulled them closer to me. Suddenly, there were four little snaps of overly long eyelashes fluttering open as both girls awakened, looking a little shocked, then they softened, eyes hooding, lips curling into smiles, as they went through the same memories I had. "Master..." groaned Duchess as she began kissing my right cheek. "Master... You fucked us so fucking good last night..." "Stud..." mewled Lady on my left, kissing me just as much. "We're gonna have your babies now. I hope you're going to take responsibility..." "Well, I wouldn't be surprised if he didn't," giggled Duchess. "What a pilot!" "What a man! You could dump us behind and we'd understand," chirped Lady. "But... We'd probably die without that massive cock of yours in us..." Duchess shivered and kissed me more. "Yes. Cock. Big cock." Lady began to say something, but I turned my head and kissed her mid-sentence. When I was done, she breathily gasped, "Huge, long, throbbing hard cock!" I kissed Duchess, leading to her mindlessly blurting out some similar garbage. I wasn't particularly listening anymore. Then my eyes drifted back to Lady's naked form and I casually began to check her out again. She writhed happily under my gaze, obviously feeling very sexual. She massaged her tits and ass, shaking them for me as she purred. "Wanna fuck me again, master?" I shoved Duchess out of bed. "Go get my phone and call the Commander. Lady, suck my... Oh, you already are." She'd taken the momentary distraction to Christmas wrap my cock with her tongue, looking ready to tie a bow in it. "Lady, you suck cock WAY better than you pilot!" I laughed and she looked up at me with genuine admiration. Her tongue writhed and slapped on my dick in what I assumed was a sperm-soaked attempt at a reply. Her fellatio certainly was impeccable. I had no idea why she and Duchess were such naturally-talented cocksuckers, but they seemed great care in their ability. Their tongues didn't just lick and caress my cock, rather they coddled it, nursed it. It was like having my cock pressed between silk cushions, delicately handled as if it were the most fragile and beautiful treasure in the world. Lady's tongue wrapped around one testicle and gave it nurturing squeezes, coaxing sperm with a skilled touch, in such a way that I could surely feel myself ready to splatter her face with a load. Once this most solemn duty had been fully attended to, her next task was laid before her, the massive vein running from the root to the tip of my cock along the underside, the all-important channel that connected my balls, and my sperm, to their throats and bellies. To these girls, it was nothing short of a lifeline now and her tongue slowed to an agonizing pace, teasing over it, lapping gently with the maternal touch of a mother to her child. My sperm canal was her child now, it was her mark on the world and it felt like she was leaving her worship directly imprinted into my shaft. She made her way from base to head over and over, locked in this voyage for as long as her cunt throbbed sluttily for my load. She was in a constant state of arousal as she worked, the same level of heightened feeling she and Duchess had been in for the last week or so. Speaking of Duchess, she returned with the phone, then silently pressed her tongue into Lady's. Seeing that Lady was working on the most prized part of my god-cock, she panicked and rushed to her friend's side, not wishing to see her carry such an awesome burden by herself. Lady seemed relieved rather than territorial. Perhaps the strain of tending to my cock alone had begun to test her nerves. I sat back, letting their twin tongues do their worship. "Commander, it's me," I said smugly. "How are your injuries?" "Fine, my boy..." he grunted. "Why aren't you at work? Where have you been for the last week?" "I've been with Duchess and Lady," I laughed. They both made obnoxiously loud slurping sounds, knowing he'd be able to hear and wanting him to know exactly what being with me entailed. They'd throw the window open and scream out they were my cocksuckers if they thought it wouldn't be a waste of precious shaftsuckling, tumescencetonguing, lengthlicking seconds. He shuddered. "I... I see... Will you be in today?" "No, I won't," I grunted rudely, snapping at him. "And it's not boy, either. Address me as sir from now on." "But I'm your superior!" he chided. "Be reasonable!" I held the phone to Duchess and Lady. "Who's your superior, girls?" "COCK!" they both spluttered stupidly, managing to gurgle the word out without removing their tongues from my shaft, a feat I certainly found impressive. "Are you going to guard the base with just Baroness? I don't think so." "Fine... Sir..." he whimpered. "Just please come back soon." "Sure, if you promise not to point another gun at me," I spat. "I apologise for that," he whimpered. I sighed and sat back, letting the bitches work. "You're welcome. Anyway, I had no idea these girls were such good cocksuckers. I bet you never knew either, right?" "Uh... Actually, I did, sir..." I blinked. "Really? You mean you..." "No! No, nothing of the sort. Before you, there was another pilot of Red Giant... A male, like yourself... He was White Queen's husband." "Oh, is that so?" I asked, stunned to hear him bringing up White Queen. My cock pulsed under the girl's tongues and they both looked up at me, concerned. They could tell my mood had changed purely from the shift in the surface of my cock's skin and its temperature. They redoubled their sucking efforts, hearts obviously going out to me. "Yes... He died last year, which is why we brought you on at her behest." "How did he die?" "Well... He was injured fighting a space monster... He was in hospital, recovering, when White Queen went to his hospital room and murdered him." My cock trembled and both girls recoiled in shock, mortified. They whimpered, looking at each other, lips trembling, then abandoned their delicacy and sucked for their lives. Master's cock was all that mattered in their brains. They sucked me hard again, keeping my cock rigid even in the face of fear of my death. Somehow, it made me feel better. White Queen could crush me into dust, but my cock would still be kept hard by these loyal sluts. It fattened up again and they both calmed considerably, mewling like kittens. The balance in their worlds was restored with the stiffening of my cock and the bulging of its veins. "Why was she not arrested?" I inquired, keeping the waver from my voice. "She was. But she fought off the charges. The president himself sent a notice saying she was to continue with active duty. Since then, she reports directly to him, which is why she's been away for so long. She's been giving her yearly report." "When... When is she due back?" I asked. "Tomorrow," was his answer. I thought my cock would wither away to nothing, but the tongues of my bitches slapped against either side simultaneously, slathering it. I slammed the phone down and grabbed their hair, twining it in my hands, growling. "White Queen is back tomorrow. I'd better face her with an erect cock, you fucking sluts. She won't see the weak and cowed boy I used to be, but a man. So SUCK!" They sucked for their lives. They each did one bob of the shaft, taking it into their throats diligently, then immediately let the other take over. They were a finely oiled cocksucking machine, my machine, and their eyes shone with devotion. I wasn't going to be White Queen's prey. I was ready to fuck. Both girls tongued the head and my cock gushed forth with a mighty fountain of sperm that soaked both girl's heads entirely, plastering over their hair, eyes, lips, noses, everything, dripping to their prime real estate cleavage. They immediately began licking each other clean, while I sat back, panting. Tomorrow I would face White Queen. Today was the last day of Autumn. The first snow flakes fell outside, as my girls tended to the snow on each other. I saw the land become coated in white beauty and saw my fate there as well. Everything would be drenched in white, especially that Queen. "Kiss your God's cock, you sluts," I ordered. Four ruby red lips did their work. Mecha Bitches Ch. 05 A cock is a powerful tool for controlling a woman, especially a bitch. While the shaft itself is often not as large or as powerful as the rest of a stud's body, it is not that alone that makes it the remarkable brainwashing weapon that it is. A cock of virility will produce sperm by the bucket load, enough to wash away a woman's fears, her inhibitions, or her entire personality. I was awakening to the power of my semen for the first time, the chemicals in it that addicted women to its taste and smelly texture, plainly visible in the faces of Duchess and Lady. Both women fawned over me all the way to the military base, kissing me, hugging me between their titanic boobs, faces glowing with the excitement of servitude to a stud master. The fact that even when I had brainwashed them into subservient breeder fuckslaves, even when their minds were wiped clean and turned into hard-working factories of adoration for me, that churned out nothing but cock-worship day in and day out, the fact that White Queen was still so easily able to wrestle their wills from my grasp spoke volumes about her capacity as a woman. She was a foe of the kind that was unimaginable to me, in the same way that the galaxy is unimaginable to an ant living in its hill. Nothing could have prepared me for her. So it was that when we arrived at the base, I was totally unprepared for what happened next. I was immediately called to the Commander's room and the girls followed with me. I passed through the door and froze in the gaze of the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen. White Queen was nothing short of breathtaking. She sat back at the Commander's desk, while he knelt on the floor at her feet, rubbing them for her amusement. Her beautiful face was locked in a rictus of hot, evil pleasure as she took great joy in making him serve her so pathetically. Her tongue hung out and she was panting like an animal as he served. His hands were certainly skilled as well, that much was clear, as if he had made a task of doing this regularly. Her feet were perfect and white, like the rest of her. She was bigger and thicker than any of the other girls. She had the body of a sex goddess, one who promoted fertility in her worshipers, with a perfectly-proportioned face and blonde hair that curled tightly into wound-up corkscrews all around her, cloaking her features in the radiant heat of those blonde tresses. Her shoulders were broad, as needed, because each of her breasts was the size of a prize-winning watermelon, but they looked so well-formed on her, each poking out far beyond the width of her torso, but not at all strained. They stood up perfectly and proudly, despite the years she had on the other girls. If anything, her breasts were more spectacular than any of theirs, higher, softer and definitely larger. Just the sight of those perfect tits made my cock stiffen up, throbbing, but it was not with a desire to fuck. Something about this girl elicited a breeding desire in me, as it must in every other man who saw her. It was a musky, rutting, pussy-hungry want that I felt squeezing the life out of my fertile cock. She was the peak of womanhood, the alpha female, and I must compete with every other male on the planet for the right to hose down her fertile eggs with sperm. And her body was most assuredly fertile. Below her soft, plump belly, her body exploded outwards into the two widest hips I had ever seen on a human, and some cows. Each of her luxurious thighs was up on the desk for my perusal, and they certainly received it. The ass she sat on made the chair creek and groan under her, seeming to be competing with her tits for the title of the world's softest and warmest cocksleeve. And there was one last treat in store for my eyes as I continued to stare at her. Her clothing was the sluttiest of all the girls, but also the most disturbing. Duchess's bikini, Lady's leotard and Baroness's skintight suit paled in comparison to this. At her throat, she wore a choker made entirely of diamonds, that clutched tightly at two huge corkscrews of her hair, snapping them against her throat. From there, the hair underwent a shocking transformation, as it split into each diamond and wound down her body in threads, that oozed over her milky, sweat-slick skin, tightening it, pinching it, and making it look even more alluring. As the hair ran down her body, it somehow slithered and moved, as if controlled by her mind, and it was cast with more diamonds, snared around them, making her body glow. How was she making her hair move like that? Was she psychic? Or something else? When the golden wonder that was the waterfall of her beautiful hair splashed and thundered its way down to her fat melon tits, it squeezed tight around her nipples, pinching them tight, keeping them permanently hard, and covering each with an exquisite diamond, her only nod to modesty. Around her tree-trunk sized thighs, the hair snapped tight into an imitation of a thong, covering her slut holes from view, while squeezing and pulling at her clit. The bitch must be in a hyper state of arousal 24/7, looking like that! I was speechless. This seemed like magic. It had to be some kind of sorcery. That would explain the power she had over the Commander. I watched in disgust as he licked her feet. When she saw me enter, she snapped out of her shocks of pleasure and planted a foot in the Commander's face. Hair spiked down to her ankle and formed a heeled boot that kicked him to the ground, knocking him away from her. The giantess stirred in her chair, like an old childhood nightmare reawakening in the mind of an adult as she locked me with a baleful glare. "It really is a pleasure to finally meet you..." she groaned out in a voice that was saturated with sexual dissatisfaction. She sounded like no man had ever pleased her and that she found the very idea preposterous. But I knew it wasn't true. A single man had tamed her, made her his bitch. The previous pilot of the Mecha that was now mine. I stood my ground as she rose. Volcanoes became active with less excitement, less white, naked terror. She stalked forwards and closed with me quickly, moving with startling grace. "It's a pleasure to m-meet you as well, White Queen..." I managed to stammer out, losing my voice more than I wanted to. When she stood over me, my slim, young body seemed powerless before her giantess figure. She was like a beast out of legend. As I watched, her delicate hands reached out and grabbed my girls, pushing her hands into the seams of their slutty harlot gear and tugging them closer. Both women bumped against her immense breasts, looking up at her with wide eyes. Then both of them gasped out loud. I looked down and had to work to keep my shock at bay, not making a sound, as I saw strands of her beautiful hair winding around their thighs. Some strings were already slipping into the clothes, pushing into the girl's bodies. They both turned their bodies a little bit, swinging their pussies to face her more, allowing their Queen a better angle of penetration. She moved her hands to their necks, craning their heads down to her breasts, the largest I'd ever seen on a woman. Each orb was of a comparable size to the girl's heads, and they were already big women. She was probably a J-cup, or even bigger. I watched as the hair around her breasts twitched and swung the diamonds aside, revealing two of the fattest, pinkest nipples I had ever seen, with areola about three inches wide. She gently eased the girl's lips to her nipples and they both latched on, suckling like babies. Milk began to flow into their throats and I watched in awe as she breastfed my bitches. "Thank you for taking care of my girls," she giggled, as she ran her fingers through their hair. "I know what a handful they can be, after all! You won't be required any further, however. They ARE mine, after all! Isn't that right, ladies?" They both nodded sleepily, too busy drinking her milk to really listen to the conversation very much. It reminded me of the way they sucked my cock. Would these girls just roll over and serve whoever gave them the most fluid? I felt a moment of anger at them, before I glared back at her. "Those are my girls!" I grunted, standing my ground. "Not any more..." she hissed, eyes narrowing a bit. She took a step forward, making the girls retreat until her tits were almost in my face. Or at least, they would be, if the girls weren't greedily tugging on them. She smirked. "Are you gonna fight me, little boy?" I nodded. "Yes. You can't take them." She purred in a pleased fashion and shifted her weight a little. A huge amount of hair suddenly lifted right off of the top of her hair and snatched out at me, snagging my arms and tugging on them. She was somehow incredibly strong, probably whatever psychic grip she had over her own body. It was more than I could resist and she turned me around, yanking my arms behind my back. Suddenly, my wrists were bound. I struggled, but to no avail. She advanced again, till her crotch was pressed against my butt, giving me no leverage to escape. Hair dripped down over my shoulders, pooling like sunlight, and then found my pants. I watched as she unzipped me and let them drop. Then I cried out in shock as the hair snapped tight around my cock, squeezing it painfully tight. "I have been informed of your rather... interesting... skills, don't worry about that. I have no intention of becoming like these two. They will be rehabilitated. And you..." The hair tugged my cock, milking it, squeezing tight around it like a cocoon. She moaned in quite clear pleasure as she jerked it off, giving it a strong, teasing hairjob that made my legs tremble. It was like having hundreds of pussies squeezing my cock at once, all desperate for my sperm. I cried out as I climaxed, sperm splattering wetly on the inside of the hair cocoon. She released me and I fell to my floor, pupils dilating, eyes wide and my entire body trembling as if I'd caught a fever. I shook pathetically, unable to get control of myself, defeated so totally by this woman. She just snorted and tugged the girls back to herself as she watched me laying on the floor. The Commander came to my side, asking me if I was okay, and then he looked up to White Queen. "I'll... Uh... I'll get rid of him, alright? He'll have to recuperate before he's fit to pilot Red Giant again." She nodded and sat back in his chair. I watched as she spread her legs, inviting the two girls between them. Lady lunged for her Queen's pussy, slobbering on it, slapping her big, pink tongue against the other woman's hot pussy. It looked so pink and perfect, glistening with the saliva of my women. The Commander helped me out. I had another nasty shock in store for me, however. Once we were outside, I felt that milking sensation on my cock again, and I looked down to see strands of her hair, still snapped tight around my cock. I cried out and pulled at them, but they tightened painfully around my dick, squeezing it even harder, milking me. I felt like a eunuch. In just moments, this bitch had taken control of my cock and made it her own property. I whimpered weakly as I continued cumming into it, feeding her hair with my sperm. I lost consciousness. When I awakened, I saw the Commander was sitting over me, a pair of scissors in his hand. My cock was laying limply on my chest and I whimpered a bit more, tears forming at the corner of my eyes. I felt weak and helpless, even after he'd removed her hair. "Don't let it get you down. You overwhelmed Duchess and Lady. That's more than I was ever able to do. But... All must bow down to the Queen, if you don't want to end up like the previous pilot of your robot..." he said, shuddering. "Why did she kill him? Just because he was weak?" I demanded to know. "She's a monster!" "She murdered him... Because he was the only man to ever dominate her. He owned White Queen, body and soul. She even bore him children, against her will. But she came to like it, after a time. You understand? As long as he kept her fucked and raw, she did whatever he said. But then he started cheating on her with other women. She hates men now, because of what he did to her. He stopped giving her the..." he stopped, having trouble with the words, "... The "stuff" that kept her docile and happy and gave it to other women. You get it? She won't see the other pilots like how she was. Don't try to get them back. She'll just hurt you even worse than she did him." I sat up on the bed and looked down, dejected, before I found my pants and began tugging them back on. "I won't give up," I said in a dull, bitter voice. "She can't do this. Those women enjoyed serving me." He raised a hand, eyes wide, "She'll kill you! As your Commander, I forbid it!" I arched an eyebrow. "You care about me that much?" he shook his head. "No, not at all. But after she murdered her husband, she fell into a deep depression that lasted years. She was useless to us in the defence of Earth. Do you understand? We were almost destroyed in this years. Humanity was almost wiped clean off the face of the earth by the Space Monsters. Eventually, she recovered. But she can't be allowed to ever lose someone close to her ever again..." I looked up at him, heart hanging in my chest. "What did you just say?" He opened his mouth, then looked away. "Uh... Nothing. I'm going." "Anyone close to her, that's what you said. What the fuck are you talking about? I've never met her before..." He stood up suddenly, turning to face me. "That's enough out of you! You shut the fuck up, before I have you court-martialled. THIS HAS ALREADY GONE FAR ENOUGH!" He turned and stormed out of the room, leaving me alone. I finished tugging my pants back on. So the Commander was on her side. I grunted and slid off the bed. I had to find out what he'd been talking about. I could tell now it was the key to getting my girls back. But Duchess and Lady would refuse to help me in their current condition. They were addicted to their mistress. So that left... I grinned and hopped off the bed, tugging my shirt on. I was back in the game. And White Queen was going to pay for fucking with me. Mecha Bitches Ch. 06 Baroness was completely unprepared for me. I think she knew in her heart I was coming for her, yet she made no effort to hide herself or shirk away. Perhaps she felt safe now that White Queen was back, like their commander had perhaps neutered me, but the bitch was finding new and sluttier ways to tease me than anything I'd seen so far. Her jumpsuit was getting intense daily workouts as while she had previously kept her zipper up high enough that it allowed her big, pillowy cleavage to spill out, now she had it down far enough that her crinkly, smelly pubic hair was visible, hanging out from between the teeth of the zipper. Her musk was getting stronger too, but I suspected that was from her passing into her fertile cycle more than anything else. We were passing each other in the hallway, when she stopped me suddenly, grabbing my shoulder. I'd been meaning to talk to her, but I hadn't expected her to find me first. "Hey, pipsqueak!" she snapped, effortlessly tossing me against the wall and moving in on me, till her melon tits had me hemmed in from either side, with nowhere to go. Her gigantic, pillowy cocksucker lips slapped thickly together as she stared down at me over them with furious, burning eyes. She seemed to be fattening them up, bulging them for me, eager to show me how moist and plump her cocksucker lips were, preening herself like a peacock with her sleaziest attribute. It was hard not to stare, but I eventually stammered out, "Uh, yeah?" She leaned forward, smashing her tits into my chest hard enough to pin me to the wall. "Vite Queen certainly is something, yah? She tamed the big bad boy who was turning all our pilots into little slutty sluts, eh?" She smacked her fat lips at me, grinding her tits against me harder. Her jumpsuit, fully unzipped, suddenly gave way, and her massive, meaty tits spilled out, totally naked, nipples grinding against my chest. "YOU LOOK PATHETIC NOW, EHHHHH?" she grinned, snorting derisively at me hard enough that I could feel her breath on my face. Despite the way she was pressing in on me, I stood my ground. I'd seen Duchess and Lady acting the exact same way to me, snooty and preening, then I'd seen them transformed into slaves. Everyone had a weakness and I think I knew Baroness's. I shrugged and lifted a finger to those plump as fuck lips, pushing it against them. They were so thick and soft that my finger popped right through into her slutty mouth and she sucked on it reflexively, cheeks hollowing stupidly, her eyes rolling a bit. She looked about ready to come to her senses and hurt me, so I spoke quickly, "Yeah? Well how about you? Doesn't that mean you've bowed down to her as well? I don't see you so much as moving a muscle unless she says so." She looked livid. Enraged so bad she looked ready to hurl. Her fists clenched and she growled, "You swinehund! You nincompoop! I am my own voman! I do not bow down to anyvun!" I snorted in her face. "No, that's not it at all. You're our Infiltration Expert. You know what that means? It means you can't fight in that damn useless piece of scrap you pilot! You're useless, Baroness!" Her eyes went dull for a moment. It was working. Then she gave a huge snort, a fine impression of a wild horse, and rolled her eyes. "NO! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! I AM GOOD PILOT! I PILOT ROBOT GOOD!" I slapped one of her gigantic tits, sending it swinging. She recoiled from the blow, stepping back, and I advanced on her, full of fire now. "You're a pathetic excuse for a pilot. I don't even know why the last pilot of Red Giant allowed you on the team. I bet you were his little bitch." She whimpered, against the wall. She was cowering now, snot dribbling down her face, eyes turning red as they stung with tears. "SHUT UP! I VILL NOT HEAR ZIS BULLSHIT!" Her hand darted out and closed around the nozzle of a previously overlooked fire extinguisher. It looked really heavy, at least two feet tall. She swung it at me and I saw my death reflected in it. Thankfully, she was in a rage and it went over my head, her excessive height working against her. The metal of the wall dented from the force of a blow that would have shattered my skull. I rushed in, grabbing her wrist. "You're a useless pilot. You're not fit to be on the team. If you want to prove otherwise, you'll fight Red Giant. Your Black Scorpion against my Red Giant. Somewhere where nobody knows we're fighting. " The madness went out of her eyes and was replaced by fear. I continued, before she had time to think. "If I win, you tell me what I want to know about White Queen. If I lose, I'll leave the team and you can have Red Giant." Short. Huff. Gasp. Her eyes rolled crazily again and then the gigantic woman smashed her fist against the wall. Her face was lowered and dark. In times of desperation, people always wish for miracles. "D-D-D-D-Deal. It is a deal, you... you vucker." I watched as Baroness's fat, sloppy lips lowered onto the tower of flesh that was my hard, throbbing cock. It seemed to happen in slow motion. I saw the light reflecting in the greasy, oozing slobber on her lips. They touched down on my bloated, swollen cockhead and pleasure shot through my body from my dick straight to my brain. It throbbed like a headache, wave after wave of dick pleasure flooding my mind. Duchess and Lady were fucking amateurs compared to this Bitch. She was the Rembrandt of dicks on her slutty lips. Every flick of her tongue was a concerto, every squish of her dick lovers was a masterpiece. The way her slobbering mouth could move from the tip to the base in one fluid motion was an album gone Platinum. And her massive, purple tongue plastered itself against my cockhead before pushing into my piss slit was a Great American Novel. This woman was the greatest cocksucker of all time, and here she was in my bed, on her hands and knees, worshipping my rod like her career depended on it, which it did. I'd thrashed her. Defeated her utterly. And now she was paying my cock back in tenfold. The tongue and stupidly fat lips of Baroness waged a war against my cock that they were winning, coaxing me closer and closer to orgasm. She was totally naked except for her high heels and her gigantic melon tits were splayed out in my lap. She grabbed them and smashed them together around my cock, looking up at me with mindless adoration. "SO STRONG! MASTER IS SO STRONG! GODLIKE! HE IS THE UBERMENSCH!" she screamed, pushing one tit up and the other down in an endless tirade, an ocean of titflesh crashing against the rock that was my cock. Yet again I found myself reflecting on how ridiculous these insane women made my life. She gasped at the next development. Even with all that titmeat smothering my dick more aggressively than a gold-digging wife her geriatric husband, my cockhead still popped free from between them. "IT IS NOT POSSIBLE! SO BIG!" she shrieked and she smashed her head forwards, smothering her face in her own tits so hard she couldn't breathe, looking her lips around my cockhead in a death grip. She was committed. Either she'd make me cum or she'd die from air loss, motorboating herself to death. Thankfully, her life was saved by a massive spray of sperm down her throat, which she gobbled up like a greedy whore. Between them, Duchess and Lady had managed four consecutive hours of dicksucking, and that was only managed by them working in shifts. Baroness managed twelve. Her lips made dicksucking the easiest thing in the world, like a professional bodybuilder lifting weights. They dimpled and yielded from any pressure whatsoever, pulsing around my shaft with an unheard of vitality that shocked me. Every slide she made from tip to balls reminded me of a trampoline, like slapping her fat, luscious lips against my hairy balls bounced her back up effortlessly, all ready to go for the next slap of cock against her tight, cunt-like throat. I lost count of how many times she swallowed my load, but I noticed she'd discretely weighed herself in the bathroom when we'd arrived and, when I finally told her I needed to sleep and that she needed to stop, she weighed herself again, before bringing the bathroom scales to my bed and grinning at me proudly. "LOOK! LOOK!" she shrieked, jumping on them. She'd gained five kilograms in pure sperm, since she'd begun sucking. It seemed impossible, but there it was. I was able to coax her into bed. My questions could wait until the morning. She curled up with her face in my lap, grasped my cock and stuffed it down her throat, before falling into a sound sleep, like a baby sucks its thumb. Needless to say, I didn't turn up to work for the rest of the week. For the next 168 hours, my cock was lodged in this woman's mouth. Seven days later, I popped my cock free from her mouth. "Okay. I should be alright for a few h ours, now, sir. Vhat did you need to know?" I grinned. "Let's get down to business. Mecha Bitches Ch. 07 Slurp and suck and slobber and salivate. Tongue and taste and tantalize and tease. This Bitch never failed to amaze me. If she worked on the oil fields, she could put a dozen Barons in the red in a week and have the industry taken over in a month. Of course, when I wanted to interrogate her, it was like a deleeching. You think I might be kidding, but I actually did end up having to put a lit cigarette lighter to her lips to unlatch her from my cock. Baroness recoiled in shock, looking up at me with hurt, wide eyes and a trembling bottom lip, glossy with sperm. "But I vant to ssssuuuuuccckkkk..." she gargled out through a mouthful of sperm, the motion making it ooze down her piggy chin and splatter on her tits in huge dollops, soaking the gigantic mammaries underneath. It provoked a chuckle from me as I ran my fingers through her hair, tugging on it in that way she liked, because it made her feel like a bitch. "There's bigger fish to fry here, Baroness. I need to take down Queen, getting that mega-milf down on her knees beside you, slurping on my knob and gargling my jizz twice as hard as you are. I'll do whatever it takes, so tell me... What's her weakness?" She fluttered her long eyelashes and gave a mature, playful chuckle at my childish dream of defeating the woman she saw as a goddess. "Oh do not be so silly~! You could never hope to defeat Queen! Just be quiet and let me suck and suck and suck, till you've forgotten all about her!" As Baroness spoke, I coiled my fingers in her hair, twist after twist, then yanked her painfully off my prick. She quickly sucked her lips into a tight vacuum seal, affixing her face to my prick like some busty Lamprey, until I had to use both hands to prise her off. It was no mean feat: inches were only surrendered after the most furious of struggles, the way she effortlessly transferred her breathing to her nose in great, noisome wheezes, the true sign of a bitch who could take her cock addiction to the Olympics. When I detached Baroness at last, she popped free with a head whip that saw sperm and saliva go gushing into the air in a great volley, before she flopped back on the bed and had a primadonna tantrum. Withdrawal symptoms were crushing her will, just seconds after being deprived of her fix. Even as the Bitch sobbed and wailed, I gripped her by her hair again and dragged her face level with mine. "If you don't tell me what I want to know, you'll never suck this prick again!" "I vould DIE!" "Do it, then. Or do as I say." "If I died... I vould no longer be able to suck your penis. I am defeated." She dove for my prick again, but I help the volatile cow of a woman back with all my strength. Sighing, she continued, "Queen... She haff der romantic heart, not like us..." Baroness took a long gulp, as if remembering just how utterly she'd degraded herself before me. Her nose, her eyes, her mouth, her brain, they were all clogged with dick, to the point where she could barely even breathe! Romance, long walks on the beach? They were meaningless to a woman who'd rather wallow in filth, guzzling sperm from fat, long cocks like they were her lifeline. That was her only love in the world: Baroness, Duchess and Lady could only marry a penis, never the man attached to it. Her eyes were locked on a big blob of seed on the end of my shiny, spitslicked dick the entire time she was speaking, tongue now lewdly hanging out, slobbering over her lips. I leaned it closer, then tugged it away when the fat-ass slut lunged for it. "So what does this mean for -- " "PLEASE LET BARONESS SUCK! PLEASE LET ME TASTE MASTER'S SPE -- " I had no choice but to backhand her. Of course, it took a few before she managed to calm down again and continue. "Simple. Kiss her." "That's it?" "She had many boyfriends in high school and college. All bad kissers, ya? She dump them vun by vun. Then Red Giant pilot, he kiss her. She take lots of tongue. She squirm. She cum from kiss, hardest orgasm ever. You see vot I mean? Now may I...?" I offered my prick to the Bitch. She slobbered her lips nice and tight back around it, tucking that black, bowl-cut hair behind her ear and plastering those fat, sticky, purple lips right back onto my penis. A few minutes later, I'd nutted again, giving her another thick, tasty load of sperm to roll back and forth on her tongue. Minutes passed as she sloshed it back and forth, eyes buzzing with mindless pleasure, before she finally swallowed the whole lot and stuck out her steamy tongue to show me it was bare. I slapped it with my cock. Sometime later, the two of us were curled up in bed together. Despite having almost a foot and a half of height on me, she was very snugly, as it turned out, huge tits making an extremely comfortable pillow. Her hand was on my butt, pushing me into her doughy side. "Ufff... So... You really going to kiss Vite Queen, yah?" she asked me in a quiet voice. I nodded grimly. "She's splitting our group. We should be unified against the Space Monsters, and I'll do whatever it takes to fix that." "K-Kissing, hmm? I don't see vat de fuss is all about, I must say. Lips should only kiss cock!" "It feels good, trust me." She was silent, staring at me for a long time, then finally broke down: "Vill... Vill you kiss Baroness?" Just last week, she'd tried to murder me. She'd degraded me, tried to take my robot away and scorned me just for being a man. Good thing I wasn't the vindictive sort, or I wouldn't be enjoying this big, soft and very stupid bimbo right now~ "Sure thing," I said, giving a whimsical little laugh. Our lips met suddenly as she attacked me, reminding me just how ludicrous her body proportions really were, her lips at least twice as large as mine. It was like kissing two donuts! She closed her eyes, giving a little moan as my tongue invaded her mouth, both of her big, powerful hands gripping my ass firmly. Wasn't this the same woman who could've broken my spine with her bare hands? Now she was handling me as gently as a baby, but with the worship she should've reserved for a God. The longer the kiss went on, the more squirmy and wriggly she got, right up until she popped with a gasp, backing off from the kiss. Eyes twitching and unfocussed, P-cup titties heaving mammothly... All the signs were there of a woman who'd just had a very, very powerful orgasm... I smiled, shaking my head over how crazy these Bitches were. Ready to drift off to sleep after that with the woman still in my bed, I heard her shift faintly, moving her soft, juicy lips to my ear. "If sir breaks Vite Queen... You must do something for Baroness..." Long fingers gripped my penis, squeezing it maternally. "You must bareback Baroness. Again and again... Till I am heavy viz your child, ya? Do you promise?" "Mmph..." I said a little sleepily. "I've already done that to Duchess and Lady... And White Queen, well... Are you really okay with being a fifth wheel?" "If sir dominates Vite Queen... I will be no more than ze scum he finds on der bottom of his shoe..." She gave my cheek a long, sloppy lick, then drifted off to sleep.