Cry Havoc Chapter 9 - War Crimes

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The taste of my handler's cum was salty and bitter, and it filled my mouth to serve as a constant reminder of my place as I piloted Kerberos through the narrow caverns. Much as I wished I could rip my respirator off and spit it out into the shock-absorbent fluid, or even wished that I could swallow it, I couldn’t. Instead, my tongue moved carefully, keeping the viscous fluid on it as I'd been ordered. The neural interface hummed against my skull, processing all the tactical data and environmental scans my visor fed me, projected through the shadows cast by the bioluminescent plantlife that filled the dark geology. The fissure was deep but it was also narrow, and even though the ceiling was several times my height the cavern walls pressed close on either side. At times they were barely wide enough for Kerberos's frame.

My tactical display lit up with reactor signatures detected ahead. Three vehicles: Manticore units guarding the approach to Haven's Deep. They would have spotted me a long time ago… I produced a lot more heat, power, and radiation than they did, even with the geothermal activity down here masking some of the heat signature from my boosters. I adjusted my position, bringing the shoulder-mounted railguns online with a thought. The machinery around me hummed to life, the vibrations traveling directly into my skin through the neural interface.

Then I hammered the boosters and jetted forward.

The first Manticore came into view, its armored frame positioned at a junction where three tunnels converged. It was an old model… not even the standard-issue rebel trash I’d been fighting on the surface, barely worth my attention. I took aim through Kerberos's targeting system, feeling the neural feedback as the crosshairs aligned with the Manticore's central processing unit. The railguns discharged with a thunderous crack, the recoil kicking me back. The depleted uranium slug tore through the enemy vehicle’s armor like it was paper, ripping into vital systems. I doubt the crew even had time to scream before it cracked open, spraying the cavern walls with smoke and shrapnel.

Movement on my flanks. The other two Manticores emerged from side tunnels, attempting to box me in. They thought they could trap me… I would have snorted out a laugh if it wouldn’t have made me spit up Cernunnos’s cum into my respirator. I pivoted Kerberos in a maneuver that would have pulverized a natural human's organs. My augmented body, the shock fluid, and my restraints worked together to absorb the g-forces as I swung to face the threat on my right. They got off a barrage of missiles that rocketed forward through the cavern, and my active armor triggered, spraying the approaching missiles with flak and micro-projectiles that detonated them all early.

The Manticore pilot screamed over a channel we had cracked. "It's her! It's the hound! Fall ba—"

I cut off their transmission with another railgun round, then turned to face the third Manticore.

This one had fired three times before it started to retreat, backing up the way it had come. I engaged the thrusters, surging Kerberos forward with insane acceleration. My laser blade extended from the right forearm with a hiss, the energy field humming with deadly potential. The Manticore fired wildly, panic evident in the crew’s shots. Most of them went wide, the few that connected barely registering on Kerberos's armor plating. I slashed down with the laser blade, driving it directly into the enemy’s body. It went silent as my blade cooked metal and crew alike.

Warning signals flashed across my display, indicating multiple targeting systems locking onto Kerberos's position. More Jörmungandr turrets had been activated—automated defense systems with twin railguns, designed to shred anything that made it past the Manticore patrol. Six of them, positioned along the cavern ceiling.

Finally, a challenge.

I carefully kept Cernunnos's cum pooled in my mouth as I twisted Kerberos into a diving roll. The first salvo of railgun fire tore through the space I'd occupied a millisecond earlier, pulverizing a stalagmite formation instead. I used the crystal formations for cover, the bioluminescent light refracting through them and creating a disorienting pattern of shadows. I emerged from cover just long enough to fire a precise shot at the nearest turret, taking it out with a satisfying explosion. Two more shots, two more turrets disabled.

I felt alive.

In combat, I was free—as free as I could ever be with Cernunnos’s conditioning burning through my brain. I was Kerberos and she was me, the lines between machine and flesh ceasing to exist as we danced together between enemy fire… except that Kerberos couldn’t be forced to keep her handler’s cum in her mouth the way my meatsack could.

I launched myself up into the air, thrusters at maximum burn as I executed a complex aerial maneuver that brought me up onto a higher level in the fissure, above the remaining turrets. They couldn't elevate their barrels fast enough to track me, and that gave me a moment to aim. Then I fired all weapons simultaneously, raining death from above. The turrets exploded in sequence, sending cascades of shrapnel across the cavern floor.

As I landed, I checked the tactical display again. Clear.

I advanced deeper into the cavern system, past the smoking ruins of the Manticores and the shattered remains of the Jörmungandr turrets. The passage gradually widened, telling me that we were heading towards one of the geode-like underground caverns that the active volcanism had created thousands of. It was massive on my scanners, large enough to accommodate a small base perhaps.

But it didn’t.

My sensors pinged with new data. Fenrir reactors, waiting up ahead. They were ready for me… Not small fries like the minimal defenses I’d encountered so far. Actual pilots worth fighting. I slowed my advance, scanning the chamber layout. They were in overwatch, ready to open fire as soon as I entered. I felt a thrill of anticipation, wondering if Archangel would be among them. I'd been looking forward to this. Now it was time to face the Guardian of Elysium and prove who was the greatest pilot.

The chamber entrance loomed before me, crystalline formations refracting the bioluminescent light into patterns of blue and green. I readied Kerberos's weapons systems… then emerged from the tunnel into a massive underground cathedral of crystal and stone. Kerberos's sensors adjusted instantly to the expansive space, cataloging every ledge, formation, and shadow. The crystalline structures caught the bioluminescent light, refracting it into dazzling patterns that would have blinded natural human eyes. My augmented vision compensated automatically, filtering the disorienting light show into tactical data. My tongue worked carefully around Cernunnos's cum as I scanned the chamber, identifying two Fenrir units positioned on opposite sides. Their signatures registered in my database: Terraformer and Thunderstrike.

Terraformer was piloted by Elena Torres, callsign Mole. Thunderstrike was piloted by Iris Blackwood, callsign Huntress. No sign of Archangel. Disappointment coiled in my gut like a serpent. My targeting system locked onto both signatures, calculating optimal attack vectors with the efficiency of the ace I was, but my mind was focused elsewhere. Where the fuck was she? This was the defense of Haven’s Deep… Where else would be more important to defend than this? Was she defending some other approach? I’d been hoping to face that legendary pilot personally.

Well, given how this was going to go, I supposed it was just as well.

Cernunnos's voice crackled through my comm system, cold and clinical. "Engage, Hound.”

I couldn't respond verbally—not with my mouth full of his seed—so I grunted an acknowledgment. Then I surged Kerberos forward, activating all my weapon systems and letting my targeting systems blaze.

Terraformer loomed from behind a massive crystalline formation, and I got my first good look at the mech. Unlike my sleek Kerberos, Terraformer was built like a mobile bunker, a squat, powerful Fenrir unit with reinforced armor plating that made it at least twice as thick as standard issue. Its limbs were disproportionately massive, with specialized hydraulic systems visible at the joints, designed for subterranean operations and resistance against the crushing pressures of cave-ins that had nearly killed me before. The mech's forearms housed massive rotating drill bits and plasma cutters that could slice through solid bedrock… My armor wouldn’t hold up any better. They were currently spinning up, the edges glowing hot with charged energy. Along its shoulders, I spotted specialized seismic sensors and ground-penetrating radar arrays. The sensor package looked custom, probably rebel-modified to detect minute vibrations in the surrounding geology.

The most striking feature was Terraformer's "face"—not a standard sensor array but a heavily reinforced plate with multiple optical lenses arranged in a hexagonal pattern, giving it a distinctly insectoid appearance. The lenses glowed with a soft green light, scanning the environment constantly. The mech's coloration was a muted gray-green that blended eerily well with the cavern walls, with patches of what looked like adaptive camouflage material.

Terraformer reacted to my charge immediately, dropping to a crouch as its specialized limbs punched into the cavern floor. The ground beneath Kerberos trembled as localized seismic activity rippled outward from Mole's position. The ground beneath me cracked, turning the environment itself into a weapon. The moment I was thrown to the side, Thunderstrike emerged from its perch atop the crystalline ridge, and my tactical systems immediately analyzed the formidable Fenrir unit. Unlike Terraformer's bulky frame, Huntress's mech was a sleek, angular predator designed for death from afar. Its chassis was narrower than a standard Fenrir's, with an elongated torso that housed an impressive array of missile pods along its spine. The mech's shoulders were equipped with massive railgun batteries, currently charging with an ominous blue-white glow that illuminated the cavern. Its limbs were disproportionately long and articulated, allowing for precise stabilization during long-range engagement.

It was a long-range specialist, designed for bombardment… Why would they have it defending down here if there were other options available?

As I watched, armored panels along Thunderstrike's back slid open, revealing a terrifying battery of missiles—not the standard dumb-fire rockets, but precision-guided munitions capable of tracking targets through complex environments. The weapons hummed as they locked onto Kerberos, and I knew from past experience how maneuverable they were… They would be able to adjust trajectory in mid-flight to navigate the cavern's tight spaces.

I barely had time to process this when the barrage began. Dozens of missiles launched in perfect sequence, creating a wall of approaching death that filled my tactical display with warning indicators as she rained death on me. I threw Kerberos into a lateral dodge, evading as I activated my point-defense systems to blow up as many of the incoming missiles as possible. I barely got away from the barrage, jetting away faster than they could adjust. Now in the open, I split my focus, targeting Thunderstrike with Kerberos's shoulder-mounted railguns while charging directly at Terraformer. The recoil from the railguns sent feedback rippling through my neural interface as depleted uranium rounds screamed toward Huntress's position. She was fast enough to evade a direct hit, but the crystalline ledge beneath her fractured under the impact, forcing her to engage her jump jets in a hasty repositioning.

Terraformer met my charge head-on, its drill-tipped appendages whirring as they transformed into makeshift weapons. Mole clearly understood the limitations of fighting in an enclosed space—even one as vast as this cavern. She kept retreating, drawing me deeper into the chamber while triggering minor collapses in tunnels around us. The bitch was reshaping the battlefield, limiting my escape options.

Our mechs clashed in a screech of metal on metal. Kerberos's advanced electroactive polymer servos worked like muscles as they strained against Terraformer's reinforced frame. I activated the laser blade, bringing it down in an arc aimed at severing one of the mech’s limbs. Mole countered by driving a drill appendage into a nearby crystal formation, shattering it and sending razor-sharp shards exploding in all directions. Warning signals flashed as several penetrated Kerberos's outer armor layer.

Her tactics, as brute and simple as they were, were effective. It kept me off balance. My focus was split between Terraformer's close-quarters assault and tracking Thunderstrike as it bounded from perch to perch, never staying in one position long enough for me to get a clean shot, and while they were both there I would never be able to bring force to bear on either… I needed to remove one from the fight as quickly as possible. In that way, it was the same problem as in the previous engagement with Artemis and Valkyrie.

A barrage of missiles from Huntress's position forced me to break off my engagement with Mole. Countermeasures activated and most of the incoming ordinance was intercepted early, but two missiles detonated just feet from my left flank. Reactive armor sprayed away, eating as much of the impact as possible, but even so the explosion registered as pain through my neural link, sharp and clarifying. I had to alter my approach, switching to a more aggressive combat pattern. Kerberos's limbs moved with inhuman speed as I launched a series of feints toward Terraformer while tracking Thunderstrike's movements with my targeting systems. Mole took the bait, committing to a defensive stance that allowed me to pursue my true target. I reversed direction mid-lunge, firing my thrusters at maximum burn to close the distance to Thunderstrike's new position.

Huntress barely had time to register my approach before I slammed Kerberos into her perch, collapsing the entire crystalline formation. She fired wildly as she fell, one shot grazing Kerberos's shoulder but causing minimal damage. As Thunderstrike tumbled, I locked onto its mid-section with my railguns, firing a precision burst that ruptured its jump jet system in a spectacular explosion of fuel and sparks.

Terraformer was already moving to assist her comrade, drill appendages tearing through the cavern floor to trigger another localized tremor. The ground beneath Kerberos shifted, throwing off my targeting solution for the follow-up shot that would have finished Thunderstrike. I compensated by engaging my own thrusters, hovering just above the unstable terrain while redirecting my attention to Mole.

She wasn’t a bad pilot. Not as good as Shieldmaiden or Wraith had been, but the battlefield suited her, and her knowledge of the cavern system gave her a tactical advantage I couldn't ignore. Each time I pressed forward, she'd trigger another minor collapse or destabilize another section of ground. The chamber was gradually becoming a treacherous landscape of broken crystal, fallen rock, and unstable platforms, and I could only use my boosters so much in this cramped environment.

Meanwhile, Huntress had managed to get Thunderstrike upright again, limping to a higher position with its damaged jump jets sputtering and failing. She resumed her bombardment, each volley destroying more and more of the cover I used to keep myself alive, and not even I could calculate if I would run out of places to dodge before she ran out of munitions. My frustration built with each passing second, and I pushed myself harder, abandoning caution for raw aggression. I charged directly through a smaller crystal formation rather than around it, showering the battlefield with glittering shards. Then I channeled my outrage into Kerberos's weapons systems, unleashing a barrage that forced both enemy mechs into defensive postures.

I focused on Terraformer first—Mole was the greater tactical threat with her environmental manipulation. I fired a cluster of micro-missiles from my chest housing, not aiming for her mech directly but for the cavern ceiling above her. The explosions brought down tons of rock and crystal, forcing her to abandon her position and dart toward the chamber's far side. I anticipated her movement pattern, cutting off her escape route with a burst from my thrusters. Kerberos slammed into Terraformer with bone-crushing force, driving the rebel mech backward until it crashed against a massive crystal formation. The impact was so violent that the formation cracked, sending spiderweb fractures up its entire structure.

I pinned Terraformer against the crystal, Kerberos's superior strength holding the struggling mech immobile. My laser blade activated with a hiss, poised to plunge into vital systems. In the distance, Thunderstrike was repositioning for a clear shot, but Huntress would be too late. I had Mole exactly where I wanted her. One thrust of my laser blade would penetrate to the reactor, and then I’d have one less obstacle between me and Haven's Deep. One less rebel standing between me and Archangel.

Something was wrong.

Terroformer wasn’t trying to defend herself. The mech’s specialized drilling appendages weren't being punched directly into Kerberos; instead they were driving deep into the cavern floor. The tactical display flashed urgent warnings as seismic sensors detected rapidly escalating instability. A sacrifice play… Being trapped and crushed along with Terraformer would be a win for the rebels, even if Mole would go down too.

I jerked Kerberos back, disengaging from Terraformer as the first tremors rippled through the cavern floor. A deafening crack echoed from above as massive fissures appeared in the crystalline ceiling. My sensors locked onto Thunderstrike, which had repositioned to a different vantage point. I did another scan, and confirmed my sudden suspicions… Huntress hadn’t really been shooting at me. Each barrage had also damaged structural weak points in the geode, and the whole thing was about to come crashing down.

Those clever cunts.

The first stalactite crashed down just meters from my position, the impact sending shockwaves through the chamber floor. More followed, a deadly rain of crystal and stone that threatened to impale Kerberos from above. I twisted the mech's torso, contorting its limbs with inhuman flexibility to slip between falling debris. A massive crystalline formation crashed beside me, shattering into razor-sharp fragments that peppered Kerberos's outer plating. Warning indicators flashed across my display as minor systems took damage.

Terraformer had disengaged entirely, Mole piloting her mech deeper into the chamber while continuing to trigger strategic collapse points. I swung Kerberos around, targeting Thunderstrike with a full barrage from my shoulder-mounted railguns. The rounds streaked across the cavern, forcing Huntress to abandon her position as that section of the wall collapsed in a thunderous avalanche.

Dust filled the air, obscuring visual sensors. I switched to thermal and sonar mapping, tracking the movement of both enemy mechs through the chaos. More of the ceiling gave way, tons of rock and crystal raining down in a cascade of destruction. A boulder the size of a transport vehicle crashed into the ground beside me, sending Kerberos staggering sideways.

Then the ceiling came down on me.

The ceiling section crashed down in waves of agony. I fought the automatic reflex to swallow as pain signals flooded my system. My handler's cum remained in my mouth, sloshing against my teeth as Kerberos was buried beneath tons of rubble. Quickly, I swapped off my nerve conduction from the neural interface entirely as it smashed down, then I braced against the impact as best I could. It still rocked me worse than the mine collapse had… While this wasn’t as sudden or as crushing, there was a lot more. Kerberos crashed to its knees, then toppled sideways as more debris rained down.

The cockpit creaked ominously around me, but held firm… Structural integrity was intact. The mech was pinned, immobilized under the weight of the collapsed ceiling, but the critical systems remained intact within the armored core. I could try to escape.

Instead, I started manually disabling critical systems one by one. Weapons control, primary mobility circuits, and external communications. It had to appear as if Kerberos had sustained catastrophic damage.

I switched off the reactor, cutting off life support. Thankfully, I had enough oxygen in my respirator to last for as long as I needed it to. Darkness enveloped me as external visual feeds went offline… and then I truly was left floating in a dark void, cut off from everything and everyone. Helpless. Even if I were to start the process of bringing Kerberos back online, it could take ten minutes for a cold boot. That was an eternity with enemies just outside.

I was at their mercy.

I remained silent until even my visor and its HUD went out… EMP. I was being blasted with it to make sure I was offline. Then the muffled sounds of drilling reached me through Kerberos's damaged hull. They were beginning extraction procedures. The rebel pilots were taking their time, methodically excavating my mech rather than risking further collapse. They wanted me alive

As Terraformer's drills came closer to Kerberos's cockpit, I prepared myself for capture. My owner's cum still filled my mouth, a constant reminder of my loyalty, my purpose. I belonged to him, to Ka Corporation. No matter what happened in the rebels' sanctuary, no matter what they tried to do to break me, that fact would remain unchanged.

The grinding of drills grew louder. Soon they would breach Kerberos's outer hull and extract me. I closed my eyes.

The mission was proceeding exactly as planned.

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Cernunnos’s cock filled my mouth as I knelt before him, my jaw aching from how long I'd been at it. The taste of him, salt and sweat and undeniably male musk, had become so familiar I barely noticed it anymore… which just made the taste of some other bitch’s cunt on his dick stand out more. I wondered which of the captive pilots that pussy belonged to… At least it hadn’t been mine. Further evidence that he was happy with me was the wetness between my legs, the throbbing need that pulsed through my cunt as I worked my fingers against my clit. This was my reward: being ordered to touch myself while I sucked him off. Good dogs got a treat. I'd broken Wraith and Shieldmaiden just like he wanted, and now I got to feel pleasure while I serviced him.

The thought should have disgusted me, but after everything I had to do, I was almost grateful.

The stark white lighting of his quarters cast harsh shadows across the minimal furnishings. Even here in his personal space in the conquered outpost he had nothing personal— just the subtle signs of luxury in the materials, the faint scent of expensive cologne that clung to his skin. Nothing to indicate a person lived here rather than a function, a role, a handler. For him it was a business office with the Corporation without even a hint of personality.

I worked my tongue along the underside of his shaft, feeling the thick vein that ran its length. Cernunnos gripped the metal ears of my hood tightly, but he didn’t direct my movements. He didn't need to. I knew exactly how he liked it: Slow, deep pulls with firm pressure from my lips, punctuated by quick flicks of my tongue across the sensitive head. My fingers circled my clit with increasing urgency, slipping occasionally through my folds to gather more wetness before returning to the aching nub. Meanwhile, he was looking through the reports from his prisoners… my prisoners… and the way his cock throbbed told me he was liking what he saw.

"Your performance was adequate," he said, his voice as clinical and detached as if he were discussing maintenance reports rather than watching me on my knees before him. "The information we extracted will allow us to take the next step. Good dog."

I moaned around his cock. It was hard to tell how much of it was from the praise and the way my loyalty programming translated his words into flushes of artificial pleasure, and how much of it came from the very real ecstasy of what my fingers were doing. My cunt was soaked, and my thighs trembled slightly as I approached the edge.

His grip tightened on my hood, pulling the synthetic material taut against the back of my head. "Make yourself cum," he commanded, his tone flat and disinterested.

My body responded instantly, as if he'd pressed a button. The slightest brush of my clit suddenly felt like I had been shocked, and the orgasm crashed through me without warning of its approach. My thighs clamped down around my hand as waves of intense pleasure radiated outward from my core. My vision blurred beneath the visor, digital feedback mixing with physical sensation in a disorienting swirl. The hard floor bit into my knees, a counterpoint to the pleasure still pulsing between my legs. I moaned loudly around his cock, the vibrations making him twitch against my tongue, but I didn't slow my service. If anything, the climax made me work harder, taking him deeper as aftershocks rippled through me. That was what he would have wanted.

"Again," he demanded, and my fingers moved faster of their own accord. I couldn't have stopped if I tried. My conditioning interpreted his command as absolute, overriding any thought of resistance or delay. My sensitized clit throbbed almost painfully under my touch, but the discomfort quickly transformed into building pressure. My second climax built faster than the first had. Then he pushed my head down and his cock hit the back of my throat, catching me as I tried to breathe and making me gag. The momentary discomfort only sent my arousal spiraling more… Pain and service had become so intertwined with pleasure in my neural pathways that one rarely existed without the other. As if his cock had pressed a button in the back of my throat, I came again, harder than the first, and my body jerked as I struggled to maintain my rhythm on his shaft. My cunt clenched around my finger, milking it to show how desperate it was to be filled.

Cernunnos watched with cold eyes, observing my obedience with interest. Usually, there was no real satisfaction in his gaze… but there was a small smirk on his face now. He seemed to be actively enjoying my degradation… That was new. "Continue," he said simply. “Work yourself back up.”

My fingers were practically a blur now, working my oversensitive flesh. Each circle around my clit sent shockwaves through my system. Too much, too soon after the last orgasm, but my body didn't care. It knew only to obey. Tears streamed from my eyes beneath the visor, and since it couldn’t soak into the material of my hood it slid down my cheek, staining all the way down to my lips before it could escape around his cock. I bobbed my head faster, taking him as deep as I could with each downward motion. The wet, obscene sounds of my mouth working his cock filled the room, punctuated by my muffled moans as a third orgasm built within me. My thighs were soaked with my arousal now as it dripped down into my suit, and my fingers slid effortlessly through my folds, slick as anything.

When I came a third time, my entire body convulsed. I nearly choked as his cock slipped deeper into my throat during my spasm. Lights flashed behind my closed eyelids, my consciousness floating somewhere beyond my physical form. My body was no longer my own—it was just a conduit for sensations programmed by others, responses designed to reward obedience and punish resistance.

The third orgasm seemed to last forever, rolling through me in endless waves. My mind drifted in a haze of programmed bliss and genuine degradation, unable to distinguish between what I wanted and what I was made to want. Even as the most intense spasms subsided, I continued servicing him, continued circling my clit with trembling fingers. My body was no longer mine. It belonged to Cernunnos, to Ka Corporation, to whoever held my leash. The knowledge should have filled me with rage, but instead there was only a hollow acceptance. This was what I was made for. This was all I was. For now.

My lips wrapped around his shaft, my tongue tracing patterns I'd learned through painful trial and error, and somewhere deep inside, the part of me that could still think wondered how much of the original person remained beneath the programming and conditioning. Not much, probably. Just enough to understand what had been lost.

The chill of the room prickled against my naked skin as Cernunnos tightened his grip on my hooded head. His fingers dug into the synthetic material, controlling my movements now rather than letting me work at my own pace. I continued sliding my lips up and down his length, the familiar taste of him coating my tongue as he began speaking in that same detached tone he used for all our "briefings."

"Now that we have the codes, we need an opportunity to use them... and I have a plan," he said, pulling my head down until his cock hit the back of my throat, making me struggle not to gag. "You will allow yourself to be captured by the Children of Elysium."

My rhythm faltered for just a moment before his grip forced me back into the proper pace. The words echoed in my head as my tongue traced the thick vein running along the underside of his shaft. Allow myself to be captured? Deliberately lose? Something cold and hard formed in my gut, a feeling that even my conditioning couldn't quite suppress. I was the best. Losing was an alien concept to me. I couldn’t allow myself to lose, could I?

"Continue," he ordered, sounding annoyed. To my surprise, I realized I had stopped sucking on him. That was unacceptable. I resumed working his length, adding a swirl of my tongue around the head each time I pulled back. The wet sounds of my mouth filled the quiet room as I processed his words. Being captured meant failure. Failure meant punishment. My programming ran so deep that the very idea of intentionally losing a battle sent warning signals firing through my neural pathways. But I couldn't argue, couldn't question—I could only keep sucking his cock while he explained how I was to betray everything I'd been conditioned to uphold.

"You will deliberately lose a battle against their forces," he continued, his voice maintaining its clinical detachment despite the obscene sounds my mouth made on his shaft. "Make it convincing, but allow yourself to be captured and taken to the rebel headquarters in Haven’s Deep."

I hated the idea with every fiber of my being. Kerberos and I were undefeated, the pinnacle of Ka Corporation's military might. To surrender, to allow rebels to capture us... What little of my pride had made it into my conditioning roiled against the concept. Deeper than pride, there was a tiny flash of fear. What would they do to me? My mind flashed to what I'd done to others, to Wraith and Shieldmaiden, to Viper and Dove, to all the tortures I'd inflicted with such creative enthusiasm. Would I be subjected to the same?

No… They’d try to break my conditioning. The way they did Viper… the former Hound-39.

Would… Would that be so bad if they succeeded?

Cernunnos suddenly thrust forward, shoving his cock deeper into my throat than before. I gagged, my eyes watering beneath the visor as he held me there for several long seconds before allowing me to pull back. "Once inside Haven's Deep, you will deactivate their defense systems from within," he explained, taking a few more aggressive thrusts into my throat before letting me resume control. "Unlock the gates and power down their shields. This will allow our forces to storm the base and eliminate the final resistance from the rebels."

I ran my tongue along the underside of his cock, focusing on the sensitive spot just below the head as I tried to process my instructions. Deactivate their defenses. Let Ka forces in. End the resistance. “Do you understand?” he asked me.

"Yes, sir," I choked out around his cock, the words sending vibrations through his length. It was all I could say, all I was allowed to say. Any doubts or questions remained locked inside my head where they belonged. He liked that… His breathing quickened, so I increased my pace, hollowing my cheeks to create more suction as he continued the briefing.

"You will maintain your cover as a prisoner until you have an opportunity to use the codes," he instructed, his grip tightening on my hood until the material strained against my skull. "They will attempt to break your conditioning. You will resist." His hips began to move more urgently now, fucking my face with increasing force. I relaxed my throat as best I could, letting him use my mouth as just another hole to satisfy himself with. "Your loyalty is to Ka Corporation—to me," he said, the words triggering something deep in my programming. A wave of artificial pleasure washed over me, my body's reward for acknowledged submission. Even now, even knowing what awaited me—capture, probable torture, the difficult mission—my conditioning made me wet at the mere reminder of who owned me.

With these final words, he drove himself deep into my throat and held me firmly in place. I felt his cock start to pulse against my tongue as he ejaculated, then he drew back so that the head of his dick rested on my tongue and flooded my mouth with hot, bitter semen. I automatically began to swallow but his sharp words stopped me. "Don't swallow," he ordered immediately, pulling out and allowing excess cum to drip down my chin. "Keep it in your mouth until after you've been captured."

I froze, holding the substantial load in my mouth, tasting it as it coated my tongue. The order made no tactical sense, served no purpose except his own sadistic pleasure. Yet my body obeyed without question, keeping my mouth closed around his release as he stepped back to admire his handiwork.

Cernunnos circled behind my still-kneeling form, his footsteps echoing in the sterile room. I remained motionless, his cum sitting heavy on my tongue, the bitter taste making me want to gag. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet, then bent me forward over his chair. "Reach back and spread your asscheeks," he commanded, his voice suddenly closer.

A flicker of disappointment ran through me. I'd hoped we were done, that the oral service would satisfy him. That he would have been pleased enough by my success to spare me further indignity and stuff some other stupid slut’s asshole. Stupid of me. When had it ever been enough? I reached back with both hands, spreading myself wide for him, offering better access to my tight hole. The position was degrading, humiliating, but my body assumed it without hesitation.

I heard the sound of him spitting, then felt the slick head of his cock pressing against my tight rear entrance. I braced myself, still carefully holding his cum in my mouth, as my mind shifted focus to the upcoming mission.

Then Cernunnos drove his cock into my ass with a brutal thrust that sent white-hot pain shooting up my spine. I grunted involuntarily, struggling to keep his load of semen contained in my mouth as my body tensed around the intrusion. The burn was immediate and intense, and my fingers dug into the flesh of my ass cheeks as I held myself open for him, my programming preventing me from showing any resistance beyond the instinctive tightening of my muscles.

"You will disable Kerberos's primary systems after engaging their forces," Cernunnos continued his briefing, establishing a rough, punishing rhythm as he sodomized me. His cock stretched my asshole painfully with each thrust, the minimal lubrication doing little to ease the friction. "Make your capture appear legitimate."

The chair beneath me creaked slightly under the force of our movements. I concentrated on keeping my mouth closed, the bitter taste of his cum sitting heavy on my tongue. I barely kept some of it from leaking from the corners of my lips despite my efforts. I didn't understand the purpose of this particular humiliation, but questioning orders wasn't part of my programming. His hands gripped my hips with bruising force, pulling me back to meet each thrust. The pain was sharp and relentless, but my conditioning prevented me from protesting or showing discomfort beyond the involuntary tensing of my muscles. In fact, I pushed back against him, fucking him back just as hard as he railed me.

Allow capture. Disable Kerberos. Obey.

Cernunnos slapped one of my hands that was holding my asscheek. "Keep playing with your whore-cunt," he ordered coldly.

I immediately obeyed the "reward," reaching between my legs with one hand while continuing to hold myself open with the other. My fingers found my clit, already swollen and sensitive from my previous orgasms. The mix of pain and pleasure was as confusing a mix of signals in my brain as ever, and my soaked cunt was sloppily soaking his balls every time they slapped against my groin.

My fingers moved faster against my clit as his thrusts became more punishing. The chair's legs scraped against the floor with each impact, the only sound besides the slapping of flesh and my muffled grunts around my mouthful of cum. My handler reached around to roughly pinch one of my nipples through the material of the bodysuit and twisted it cruelly. The sudden sharp pain made me clench around his cock, drawing a rare sound of pleasure from him—a short, controlled exhale that barely qualified as a reaction.

"You will reveal no information," he continued, maintaining his vicious pace. "No matter what they do, you will give them nothing at all."

I nodded again, tears forming beneath my visor as he twisted my nipple harder. The pain radiated across my chest, but my fingers never stopped working my clit. Cernunnos increased his pace, his breathing becoming slightly labored as he approached his second climax. His cock seemed to swell even larger inside me, stretching my asshole to its limit. I focused on keeping my muscles relaxed enough to accommodate him while continuing to pleasure myself as ordered. "Your loyalty is to me," he reminded me, slapping my ass hard enough it probably left a handprint beneath the suit. "No matter what they promise, no matter what they do, you belong to me."

His words triggered my compliance protocols, sending waves of artificial pleasure through my nervous system. My cunt clenched around nothing as the programmed response mixed with the physical stimulation from my fingers. A moan built in my throat, but I choked it back, afraid of losing his cum if I opened my mouth.

"Cum for me," Cernunnos commanded, his voice strained with his approaching orgasm.

My body obeyed instantly, as it always did. The climax hit me like a physical blow, making my thighs shake and my vision blur behind the visor. My asshole clenched involuntarily around his invading cock, my cunt pulsing against my fingers as waves of pleasure radiated outward. I bucked against him, the movement driving him deeper into my ass. The contraction of my muscles around his cock pushed Cernunnos over the edge. He gave one last brutal thrust, burying himself fully in my ass as he ejaculated. I felt the hot splash of his seed deep inside me, filling me with another load of his cum to match the one I still held in my mouth.

The moment he was done he ripped his cock out of me, leaving my asshole gaping and sore. I felt his semen leaking from me, running down my inner thighs in warm rivulets both inside my suit and out. Cernunnos wiped his cock clean on my hooded face, smearing cum and traces of my own filth across the synthetic material.

"Report to the hangar in one hour," he ordered, already turning away as I remained bent over the chair, his seed dripping from my abused hole. "And don't fail us. The Ka Corporation expects results."

I straightened slowly, my body aching from the rough treatment. My face remained expressionless despite the degradation, his semen still held carefully in my mouth as I prepared to dress and carry out his orders. The taste had grown even more bitter and unpleasant, but I would maintain it as commanded—one last humiliation before facing whatever awaited me at the hands of the rebels.

As I gathered myself to leave, my thoughts turned to the mission ahead. Infiltrate Haven's Deep. Disable their defenses. Betray them to Ka Corporation. The objectives were clear, my programming absolute. I would not fail. I could not fail. I belonged to Cernunnos and the Corporation. That was all I was, all I would ever be.

No matter what happened in Haven's Deep, no matter what they did to me there, that wouldn't change. I couldn't let myself hope otherwise.

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Outside of Kerberos, the drilling continued. I finally allowed myself to swallow.

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