It was the night of the ball aboard the Starship Vega. An interstellar cruise liner, it’s passengers rich and affluent, fully equipped with all the amenities a traveler could want. The ball room was packed with dancers, partygoers, schmoozers and their dates. One of them, Mr. Ronald Shcroder, waltzed through the center of the room with his companion. Clad in his Stellar Navy uniform, a deep blue bedecked with silver medals, his sandy blonde hair in a tight ponytail, he could have wooed any woman in the crowd with a wag of a finger. But he never needed to. Ever since coming into his fortune he had become a connoisseur of the finest automated companionship; cutting his teeth on the crude 200 Model sex androids before moving on to the refined 2000 Model companion drones. His lusts for sex and attention sated, he upgraded to a MK VI Personal Queen, an android specifically built to substitute as one’s significant other; be it wife, paramour, girlfriend or fiancée. 

	One of these MK VIs, her personality program identifying her as Nina, hung on his arm. Her chassis was reflective chrome, modeled in a perfect feminine hourglass. Black wiring could be spied by her joints, but most of her body was obscured by an elegant teal dress, it’s deep neckline showing off her metallic breasts. Her face, sculpted and fine like a greek statue, was framed by her black synthetic hair. Thicker than the natural stuff, it resembled black braids hanging down to the small of her back. Her wide blue eyes gazed up at her master, her full chrome lips upturned in a slight smile. Roland was adventurous, and had turned her independence module to maximum. His hand above her, she twirled elegantly, extending a chrome leg just enough that he could sneak a peak of her inner thigh. Spinning her back into his embrace, his hands found her artificial navel and what would be her collarbone, holding her close for a moment before returning to proper waltzing pose.

	“You dance very well master.” Said Nina, blowing a kiss his way. “As do you” he replied, “are you interested in some more ‘dancing’ back in the cabin?”
“Oh of course, anything for you master.”
Roland smiled to himself, swinging the chrome, statuesque beauty around and fantasizing about what routine to ask her to run tonight. The fuzzy handcuffs were exciting, but he’d never loaded the full dominance module before.
The pair walked over to the minibar, Nina hanging on his arm and resting her reflective head on his broad shoulder. After getting drinks, she didn’t require one but could ingest it to further the charade that she was a real person, they sat down, chatting and making smalltalk.

It was at that moment the laser cannons fired.

	There was a thunderous clap, and all the lights aboard went out for a moment. The ship’s shields had failed, Nina’s computational systems indicated, and an unknown vassal had fired on them. Another volley rocked the ship, tables, glassware and passengers flying everywhere. Roland flew a dozen feet away, Nina bouncing along the ship’s floor away from him. Indistinct forms were appearing around the ballroom, humanoid silhouettes standing stoic among the panicking dancers. There was another thunderclap and a discharge of energy, powerful enough to pixelate Nina’s vision. When her sensors returned to full strength she saw powerful, armored figures aggressively moving among the panicked crowds; Olive green armor and black magnet boots, artificial beards of wires hanging from their black helmets with decorative horns. Bolts of plasma from their weapons put down anyone who moved near the armored warriors, and a quick scan of the ship’s network told Nina the same was happening all over the ship.

	A warrior was walking towards her, casually vaporizing the few who tried to stand in it’s way. It grabbed her by her upper arm, forcefully lifting her off the ground. Nina wasn’t designed for combat. Quite the opposite in fact; Mark VIs were designed to be weaker than humans, in case their independence unit lead them to a violent action. Nonetheless, she kicked at her aggressor‘s groin. The blow rebounded off it’s armor, letting out a weak tinny clang. The armored warrior’s nest of wires blinked and whirred. It holstered it’s plasma gun and with a gloved hand tore the dress from her breasts, exposing the metallic tits to the panicked ballroom. It grabbed her head and turned her left and right, examining her finely sculpted features. It paused for a moment before slinging her over it’s shoulder and pulling one of the wires in it’s ‘beard’. Nina pounded her chrome hands against her attacker’s back to no avail as a static charge built up around them, toying with her systems. There was a crackle of static electricity, and they disappeared.

	The pair appeared in a dark, musty room, not dissimilar to a prison cell. The warrior undid a seal around it’s helmet, and there was a release of air. Beneath the helmet was a scarred, bald human face. It looked at Nina’s body with a mix of anger and desire, looking her up and down. 
“I’m sorry sir” began her automated statement, “but I am already registered to user #33802-Z. If you would like to purchase a Mark VI Personal Queen, please-”
That was all she could articulate before he backhanded her with his still armored hand. The blow sent her sprawling onto the floor face first. 
“Ye speak only when spoken to wench, we’ll teach ya that!” he said, turning his attention to the armor around his waist.
“Should fetch a good price at the slave market, if ya keep yer trap shut.”
The armor around his waist fell with a clang, revealing his large, flaccid member. Before she could react, the slaver had sprung upon her, pinning her to the ground with his hands holding hers down, his face just besides hers.
“But we gotta sample the goods first, don’t we lass?”

	One arm reached down to her groin, feeling her up. She declined to wear underwear; her crotch normally as featureless as a children’s doll. 
“Oy! What gives bitch?” screamed the slaver, directly into her auditory receptor.
“G-Get your damn hands off me!” she cried, “I have a registered user! It’s illegal for anyone else to use me!”
Grunting, the slaver reached over to his discarded pants, withdrawing a wicked black sidearm and pressing it against the back of her head.
“Ya open yer slit or I blow yer circuits out, what it be bitch?”
	Nina’s internal mechanisms panicked. The independence module overrode her default programming, to refuse the aggressor and allow herself to be damaged, billing the owner and notifying him of the issue. But the independence unit overrode that command, causing her to mutter the words she would soon regret.
“Fine, just don’t hurt me, please.”
With that, she activated her sex module, her featureless groin shifting and twitching until it sported a slim silver pussy.
“Thas more like it!” said the slaver, tossing his firearm aside.
His hands grabbed her arms and folded them behind her, one hand keeping them together, the other pulling her braid-like hair up as hard as he could.
“You aint livin’, so that means I ain’t gotta worry bout nothing bitch!”
	
	He grinded against her bare rear, rubbing his exposed dick against the chrome underside of her body. Automatically sensing a male’s attentions, her breasts lost their rigid metallic structure and became pressed against the ground like a normal human’s, just chrome in color and lacking a nipple. Her facial structure program analyzed the situation and contorted her face into one of pain; eyes clenched, mouth in a grin of pain. Soon she could feel the dick sliding against her cold metal body grow hard, and her subcutaneous sensors reacted, warming her exterior chassis to just above a normal human’s body temperature.

	Without warning he plunged his cock into her, her eyes widening in shock from his violent intrusion. Keeping her pressed against the ground he pounded her, hilting himself and barely withdrawing before pressing forward with all his strength. One of her internal motors sputtered, a sound like a dry cough coming out of her mouth. Her legs twitched and writhed under her captor and his violent actions, mechanical toes twitching each time his dick pounded her insides. Her metallic pussy was engineered for maximum pleasure; warmed by her core to a perfect temperature, lined with tiny, soft massaging sensors that stimulated the sensitive parts of a human phallus and complete with an auto-lubricating unit, her cunt was undeniably pleasurable. The slaver groaned a deep, satisfied groan and intensified his thrusting, letting go of her hair and gripping her wrists with both hands. 

	Each violent thrust caused her lower back to bunch up, the artificial muscles bunching up and relaxing in time with his thrusts. He sank deep into her, all the way to his balls, and stayed there, pulling her in as close to him as he could. When her independence unit decided she should simulate feeling pain in this scenario, she screamed and cried, trying to wiggle away from him to no avail. Shaking her head back and forth she cried for him to stop, to let her go, to take mercy on her. All that seemed to do was motivate the space pirate, who chuckled to himself and pulled out halfway. He pulled back on her wrists, pulling her arms to full extension and pulling her up to a kneeling position. Using her arms like handlebars he pushed deep and hard into her, withdrawing completely and penetrating her as deep as he could with each thrust. She shut her eyes and tried to cloud out the pain, tried to disable the setting that Roland had chosen that made her experience maximum pleasure from sex. That damned option in her personality cortex was making the pirate’s violent rape enjoyable as it booted up, what were once cries of pain turning into deep groans of pleasure. Nina let out a deep “Oooo” each time he dragged his dick out of her pussy, and turned the stimulation settings on her cunt walls to their maximum setting, eliciting a grin from the slaver. She threw her head back when he thrust back in, hair whipping through the dim cell. She closed her eyes and moaned, her moans focus-tested to be the most erotic sounding possible for a woman. 

	The pirate was feeling himself loose control, and moved his hands to her elbows, pushing her back down with his weight and pressing her pristine, ecstatic face into the ground, an action which only caused her to groan in anticipation. Holding her by the crook of her arms, he gave long, powerful thrusts, lingering at the apex to savor the stimulation settings of Nina’s robotic vagina. The lewd android grunted in pleasure, not designed with this sort of rape in mind. Her artificial intelligence wasn’t sure how to handle this, and the various personality selections were bleeding over to her currently active settings. She was becoming obsessed with this, the ‘Reserved’ setting being overwritten with ‘Wanton’, ‘Modest’ becoming ‘Sultry’, ‘Sexually-Caring’ becoming ‘Cock Hungry’. The raider pounded her with a pair of final, overpowering thrusts that scraped her chrome visage against the ground, marring her once perfect visage. Withdrawing from her and letting her silvery legs go limp he quickly moved over to her face and her gaping mouth with it’s artificial white tongue. He stuck his cock into the waiting orifice and gripped the back of her cranium, skull fucking the android, spreading her silver lips wide. It was all she could do to lamely stroke the underside of his cock as he violated her, her pleasure settings giving her the same satisfaction as when he used her lower hole. 

	He came violently in her mouth, thrusting deep inside her artificial throat with each spasm of cock. She swallowed each drop, savoring it more than any drink she had sat through with Roland. The slaver was muttering to himself about a high price and redressing herself, she found the independence unit force her to speak.
“Would the new user like to set a user name? I hope you enjoy your new product, she’ll be all yours.”
The pirate grinned to himself, maybe this plunder would be worth more than he thought.