Chapter Three: Sarah Lies a Whole Lot

         Sarah had never heard of a Warform, Independent General. For her entire life, she had thought that the forces of humanity – er, of the corporations that ruled humanity – had been marshaled and led by the mighty Commanders. A Commander was simply a human being, but they were a human being that had been coccooed within a massive suit of advanced power armor. With the anti-matter flinging boom gun on one arm and a multipurpose nanotechnological construction device on the other, they could be dropped onto any planet at any time and construct an industrial base and an entire army of devastating combat robots.

        “I’m like that!” 4498 said, his tentacles whirring and clacking as he shifted his posture – using three of them to keep himself suspended above the snowy ground and flaring the rest out like a flower, almost like a kitten fluffing itself up to seem larger than it was. “But, you know. Skip the steps.”

        “So, you’re an...AI?” Sarah asked, dread building in her stomach.

        “Yup! I’m a beta level intelligence!” 4498 said, his voice chirpy and cheerful – which just made Sarah’s heart sink another step further. “I’m the only W.I.G that has landed successfully on this planet. Which I have termed...” The sleek, metal oblong of 4498’s main body half turned away, as if to give extra dramatic weight to when it swung back around to look straight at her, a glowing red iris popping open to shine a baleful light in her face. “ Commie Planet Two!”

        Sarah blinked slowly her head spines flexing in time with her slow, ticking thoughts.

        “Why two? Is this not the first communist planet that your kind has met?” L'Laya asked. Well, more accurately, her translation drone asked it. L'Laya and her lover had both slipped away using the unnerving method that the Pro-Tas used to vanish from awareness the instant they weren’t the center of attention. Sarah was still not entirely sure how they did that. They just did .

        “Well, yeah, but two makes it sound more spacy!” 4498 said. “Oh, you’re not a communist, right?”

        “Nope!” Sarah said. “Definitely not!”

        “Yeah, we’re just, uh, regular old, normal, not...communists!” Aiden said, his head bobbing.

        4498 angled the meter long length of his central body around to aim right at Aiden and Sarah. The red light of his central iris flicked slowly along their bodies, as if scanning them from their head to their toes. Sarah started to mentally count all the biologically and morphologically things that set her apart from human beings. Her enhanced strength, her regenerative muscle tissue, the extra organs, her paracasual quantum powers, the fact she was fucking green , that she had spines instead of hair. She had just gotten to remembering the tentacles buried in her wrist that could genetically engineer an entire human being into a murder dog (if she wanted) when 4498 bobbed his body on his three tentacles. “Well, that checks out!” he said.

        Sarah breathed out a sigh of relief.

        “Now, since I’m safely on the planet, thanks to the mysterious distraction that happened right when my injection pod arrived. Oh! By the way, that’s what happened. I had just been activated by the United Nations, and they told me: W.I.G 4498,” his voice dropped to a gruff, more masculine voice. “ You are the only hope we have. Earth is about to be destroyed by the evil communists living on this star system. We’re going to launch you at them, and you need to wipe them out. All of them.” His voice pitched higher, to his more normal tones. “And I said all of them?” His voice dropped again. “ Yes, 4498. All of them.” His voice pitched up again. “Then I said: Wait, isn’t that a direct contravention of my Asmiov compliant substrate programming.” His voice pitched down again. “ Yes, we know, but you cannot allow a human to come to harm. Since there are only a few hundred communists, and there are billions of capitalists, that means that stopping them would save far more than not.” His voice pitched up again. “So, I said-”

        “We get it-” Aiden said, but Sarah clapped her hand over his mouth.

        “Go on! Tell us every detail!” she said, hurriedly.

        Aiden shot her a look. From behind 4498’s bulk, she could see that her three Commanders were all looking completely shocked. Even Space Belisarius, who was normally unflappable and cynical to the core, was looking as if his whole universe had been rocked. Sarah pursed her lips, then whispered to Aiden as 4498 started to tell them about every single step it had taken to get him crammed into his insertion capsule while doing a unique and specific voice for each and every single technician he talked too. Not by actually simulating their voices, no. He just pitched his baseline voice differently each time.

        “This guy’s going to glass Haven unless we stop him,” she whispered. “Stopping him requires buying some time. I need you to start sneaking everyone into the Pro-Tas airship and flying them back home. You need to get everyone in Haven to safety. I have a plan.”

        Aiden nodded, subtly.

        “So then, the first guy said: Listen, you badly coded hacked together piece of shit, shut the fuck up and just get into the capsuel.” 4498 said, bobbing happily. “And I said: Well, wait, whoa, hey, hey! Whoa! Hey! I may be just a beta level intelligence, but I still need a window, I mean how would he feel if he was just put into a box and fired into space without even a window? So then, the third guy started to talk about metal density and stressors and heat plumes and then the fourth guy threw up his hands and said: Fine! I’ll go and get a goddamn webcamera, I have three in my fucking desk! And the first guy said-”

        Behind Sarah, L'Laya was activating the self-modifying functions of her scoutship, the belly opening to reveal several extra seats, literally extruding them out of the golden material the ship was made of. As the passengers got strapped in, Sarah nodded, humming softly. “Really? And they never put in a window?”

        “No!” 4498 exclaimed.

        The scoutship behind Sarah whirred, ducted engines blazing to life. The brilliant blue-white flare of the thruster exhaust kicked up flurries of flash steamed snow, which whipped around Sarah’s thighs and back, ruffling her head spines with tiny flakes of wetness. The scoutship kicked into the air, then fired on the main engine and, with a screaming howl like the damned souls of hell, shot off and towards the south. As it vanished over the horizon, 4498 cocked his whole body to the side and Sarah took a quick count of heads to make sure that everyone had gotten away.

        Wow. They’d even managed to get Hailee’s AI core onto the scoutship before flying off. Nice. Sarah smiled at 4498, who had looked back at her.

        “...where was I?” he asked.

        “Uh, putting in the window,” Sarah said.

        4498 bobbed his whole form on his tentacles. “Got it! So, they never put in a window, fired me at the planet, and I almost got shot out of the air, except that another ship arrived at the same time. That one got shot out of the air, and I fell to the planetary surface and managed to snag some of the wreckage. But that turned out to be the escape pods.” He sighed. “Anywho. Uh. Why did everyone leave?”

        “Uhhh...reasons!” Sarah said, nodding hurriedly. “Do you have a base?”

        “Do I!?” 4498 asked, then turned around on his tentacles. He paused, then turned back to face her. “No, not yet, actually. But you can watch as I make it!” He said, then started to move forward. His body had some agrav generators inside the smooth surface – enough to let him skim along the ground by undulating his tentacles rather like a squid might. This let him zoom off at shocking speed, Sarah having to jog to catch up with him as he crested the small hill that everyone had been sheltering behind. Even without the communication and radio network that Sarah had had access too when she had been first altered into a hybrid, Sarah felt her instincts telling her that this was definitely a good site for a base. She could see the metal rich veins of rock, peeking out of the ice and the snow, and saw the broad, flat expanse of level terrain that could be used for construction with minimal effort.

        Sarah felt a momentary glow of pride at her hard earned expertise. Then she blinked as 4498 brushed against her, like an overeager puppy. She remembered her construction drones with a tiny pang – even more so when 4498 said: “Oh! Oh! Watch this!”

        He undulated through the air to the first of the metal outcroppings. Several of his tentacles whirred and clicked, unfolding their tips to reveal blunt tipped nozzles. Waves of shimmering, green nanotech began to gout out of the nozzles, forming the familiar wireframe of a half-completed structure in a few seconds. Soon the frame filled out and then colorized as the nanites finished their task of constructing a metal extractor. The extractor whirred to life, the top spinning like a dervish as it drilled into the rock. 4498 began to wriggle and dance in the air, bouncing from side to side.

        “Tada!”

        Sarah smiled, despite herself – but the back of her mind was getting worried. At this rate, 4498 would finish constructing a base in the standard time for a human Commander - roughly an hour or two. From there, it was a short hop towards blowing the whole of Haven to kingdom come. She had no doubt that the leftists that lived there would be able to shoot down a shocking amount of his airplanes. But they were just people, using their own personal weapons. 4498 would be using the force of the modern state: Nanotech forges building an endless stream of self propagating weapons, without fear, morale, or need for a logistic supply line. They would begin to overwhelm Haven within minutes or hours and then…

        Sarah snapped her fingers. “Aha!”

        “What?” 4498 asked, having constructed a trio of wind power generators, their whirling blades making an almost subliminal hum as they caught onto the howling screeches of the winter gale. He wriggled over to Sarah, his red iris shining right into her face. “Did you think of something?”

        “I diiiid!” Sarah said, nodding. She smiled at 4498. “So, W.I.G 4498! Do you want to be able to fight the communists more effectively?”

        “Do I?” he asked, then laughed. “Of course. They’re evil.”

        “Right,” Sarah said, nodding, doing the mental math. It took the scoutship a few hours to fly back, then a few hours to evacuate the colony to a safe distance, then an hour to build the base, then a few hours for 4498’s airforce to arrive. She could do this. “The best way to defeat communists is to understand them.”

        “That does make sense,” 4498 said, reaching a tentacle up to rub against the shiny belly of his sleek, oblong body. “But how could a sane person hope to understand such depravity! Communists...” He paused, his iris whirring slightly as if he was furrowing up his brow. “Do bad things.”

        “I have a unique view into their twisted minds,” Sarah said, her voice solemn. “And do you know what communists do all the time?” She leaned in close, whispering softly. “They fuck .”

        “...what?” 4498 asked.

        “Communists are easily the most horny people I’ve ever met,” Sarah said, nodding sagely. Heh, she thought. This poor droid isn’t even human shaped. I bet if I get him even trying to process the basic functions of sex, I’ll get him into a recursive loop faster than you can spit. She grinned. “So, all you have to do is get your mindset into the same mindset as someone who likes to reproduce sexually. And has a dick. Or a pussy. Or both!” She nodded. “Yeah, knowing how one might have both would definitely help you defeat them.”

        “I...I...” 4498 began to buzz slightly. His tentacles wriggled, his frame shivering a bit. “Okay! I’ll try!”

        He drew his tentacles flush with his body and Sarah grinned to herself as the iris turned from red to a deep, sea blue – indicating a kind of shut down mode, she was pretty sure. She turned away and sat down on the snow, settling in as she felt her rump crush some of the white powder down. She marveled at how she was able to enjoy sitting on the cold, now that she was used to it. It was still less cold than a vacuum, and her body had adapted to that, after all. And if 4498 broke out of the thought-loop, she could just ask him to divide 1 by 0. And if he got out of that-

        “Ahh!” 4498 said, his tentacles flaring out. “This is taking too long! I have a better plan!”

        “You have a- whoa !” Sarah squeaked as one of his tentacles looped out, wrapped around her ankle, then effortlessly lifted her into the air. Another tentacle arced up, then prodded at her sex – teasing her with the rounded, silvery tip. She squeaked and kicked her leg. “Hey! 4498! What the fuck are you d- hhhnnngg !” She groaned as his tentacle plunged into her sex with a slick, smooth movement. Pleasure exploded along her spine as her sex tightened around the sleek, slightly cool tentacle. Her back arched and Sarah opened her mouth, closing her eyes as she lost all sense of self and place for a moment.

         God, it feels way too good… she thought – then shook her head, trying to clear it as her head spines all went slack. “4498!” She moaned.

        “I figure if I have to understand the deviant communist mind, then I must learn as quickly as possible,” 4498 said, his voice nervous as his tentacle began to slowly slid out of her sex, each tiny ridge-line of the segmented appendage bumping against her G-spot. Sparks flared before Sarah’s eyes and she gasped as her head almost brushed against the snowy ground. Her eyes closed tight and she moaned wantonly as the tentacle came almost entirely out of her sex, the very tip of it pressed against the smooth folds of her cunt. Then he plunged down again with a wet slurp noise and Sarah grunted, deep in her throat. “Is this working?”

        “Christ, yes...” Sarah moaned. She had just gotten fucked, hard, by Aiden. But her body was already wanting more. And the feeling of the two tentacles using her was finding a deep part of her brain and flipping every switch there. She shook her head. “I mean...I...y-you should a-hhh!” She moaned, her back arching again as a third tentacle came close to her sex as well – and then it opened and a smaller, more nimble tentacle emerged and brushed against the dark green-black nub of her clit. Pleasure ached through her body as a fourth tentacle wrapped around her other ankle, spreading her legs wider as the tentacle in her cunt began to fuck her with more and more speed now, the wet, slippery noises filling her ears – almost as lewd as her desperate moans.

        “Yes...I think I’m beginning to understand...” 4498 murmured as his smaller tentacle wrapped around her clit and buzzed. At first, the buzz was gentle. But as if he was able to tell how tough she was, the buzzing got more and more intense. Where a human woman would have gasped out in pain, the only thing Sarah got was pleasure, even when the buzzing got loud enough and hard enough to make her belly quiver. Her eyes rolled back into her head and the tentacle slipped out of her cunt with a wet pop  as she wailed in bliss. A thin stream of pale girlcum spurted out of her, arcing into the air, then pattering down onto her breasts and her face as she was dangled from a pair of tentacles.

        Sarah drew in deep, gasping lungfuls. “ Christ what is with Beta level intelligence?” Gasp gasp. “And tentacles?” Gasp gasp. “And me and tentacles?”

        But then the tentacle that had been thrusting into her pussy came back – it had adjusted its shape with a quick shimmer of nanotechnology. Now, rather than merely a smooth, seeking appendage, the member that prodded against her sex was distinctly cock shaped, with the bulbous head of a glans rubbing against her labia, spreading her slightly. 4498 gasped softly, his vocoder rising up to an almost mechanical squeal as his tentacles tightened around her ankles.

        “Did you lathe in nerve endings?” Sarah asked, her eyes slightly out of focus.

        “Maybe...”

        “Well, then...” Sarah murmured. “Go to town.”

         This is to distract him! She thought. No other reason!

        “Mmm, to town you say?”

        Two more tentacles wrapped around her wrists, then, tugging her and shifting her as the tentacles around her wrists dropped forward, so that she was suspended almost like a hammock above the ground. Her sex dripped with arousal as her head spines drew taut against her head. Sarah’s breath sped up as she watched two tentacles, twining around one another, reaching down from above, both of them tipped with the thick cocks that 4498 had built for himself. They bifurcated at the last moment, so that one cock nestled against her cunt and the other against the tight, puckered rosebud of her ass. Sarah tensed – but then the cock pressing against her anus sprayed a thin layer of lubricant. But the lubricant had come from the depths of a nanotechnological maker. It wasn’t just any lube.

        It was smart lube.

        Sarah mewled as she felt the lube wriggling against her, drawing close and slicking her ass up with an almost malicious glee. She had barely enough time to adjust to that feeling before both tentacles pushed in, burying the cocks up into her almost up to the ‘wrist’ - so to speak. Sarah’s eyes fluttered shut as she clenched her jaw. The feeling of being filled twice over set her whole body to tensing up, her muscles drawing taut as she ground her teeth together against the wanton moan that wanted to sneak up and out of her throat. Her breasts swayed ever so slightly, a counterpoint to the side to side rocking of her body in the tentacle’s grasp.

        She had just enough time to thank god for her enhanced musculature and her super-strong bone structure. A normal human, she was sure, would be dislocating something by this point.

        Then Sarah had no time for anything but the bliss as the tentacles began to piston into her sex and her ass, alternating with one another in a perfect, machine-rhythm. No human lover could have fucked her like this – and in some ways, a human lover would have been better. They’d have been able adjust themselves, to alternate their pattern. There would not have just been the eternal, continuous fucking of a machine. But in that eternity, there was a dark, delicious pleasure, one of being controlled and used . Sarah felt like she was less a woman in 4498’s grasp and more of a cog in his machine – a machine built for pleasure and for fucking . Her spine arched as she lost her ability to keep her moans inside of her. Her head rolled back and she let every filthy word out of her mouth.

        “Fuck me, you fucking machine, fuck my dirty alien pussy, god, yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!” She shuddered as her juices dripped around the tentacle plunging into her, slathering the tentacle blow as it thrust into her tightening ass. Her eyes closed and she mewled as two smaller tentacles – extruded purely for this task from the silvery, oblong disk that was 4498’s body. Those wrapped around her breasts, squeezing them, fondling them, teasing her skin with the tips of each tentacle. They flicked against her nipples and Sarah hissed through clenching teeth. “Fuck my ears!”

        Those words shocked her to her core.

        Sarah had been fucked by tentacles twice before. The second time had been by Hailee, the smutty beta-level intelligence that controlled the Excalibur . The first, though?

        Memories it flickered through Sarah’s memory, despite herself.

        Memories of being shoved into the biopit of the Claw. Memories of being surrounded by the thick, amber fluid of their biomanipulative slime. Memories of the tentacles, directed by the Eye, the hivemind that had exterminated who knows how many alien civilizations and wished to do the same to humanity. Those tentacles had brought her bliss . But it hadn’t been bliss she had wanted. It had been...well, her mind shied away from the word rape . But it had been, hadn’t it? That might be why she didn’t want to voice that word, to tag that memory with that thought, because she had liked it. And didn’t that just make it worse?

        And yet…

        One of the moments she thought of, that she sometimes imagined when another man’s cock was inside of her, when Aiden was doing her…

         One of the smaller tentacles darted forward.

        It plunged into her ear.

        Sarah’s mouth opened and she froze, her body trembling. There was no pain from the penetration. Instead...it...it felt…

         “Did you say ear?” 4498 asked, pausing in his thrusting and his groping. Sarah felt shame and confusion both exploding inside of her. This was fun . This was her own choice. This wasn’t like what the Eye had done to her. But...the words had popped out because a part of her had liked what the Eye had done. She blushed, furiously. What the fuck did that say about her sanity? She opened her mouth, to lie to 4498, to tell him to ignore what she had said. But then her mouth closed.

        “No,” she said, slowly.

        “Okay! I thought I must have misheard you!” He said, cheerfully.

        “N-No, I mean...” Sarah blushed, then shook her head. “I’m not letting that bastard take anything from me.”

        “...the who?”

        “Fuck my ears!” She said, her voice firm. “Ram your sexy tentacles into my head and fuck my brain silly . Leave me an eager, quivering, drooling little cum dump!” Her voice was growing more and more eager. “Then label me a breeding slut and march me around camp and let every male in it dump his cum into my pussy! Then-” She blushed, closing her mouth.

        A long silence filled the air, save for the soft whirr of the wind generators.

        “Wow. You really are good at understanding communists!” 4498 said.

        Sarah giggled, shyly. “I...had no idea...” She blinked, slowly.

         Where had that come from? She thought. But...the realization came to her, in a shining moment of realization. She’d been pretty sexually repressed her entire life. She wasn’t sure if it was because she had hated her own body (though she had) while being surrounded by advertisements for beauty products (which hadn’t helped) while also living in a society that made meeting people and carrying on relationships almost impossible due to constantly shuffling work shifts. But now? Now she was a walking sex goddess , designed to seduce and kill. It was heady.

        But...she…

        God, the idea of just being depowered and used as a fucktoy was so goddamn hot at the moment.

        “I’m taking a negative memory and using it as the basis for a pleasant future sexual roleplay!” Sarah exclaimed, her eyes widening.

        “Oooh!” 4498 said. “So, do you...want me to...cause, I mean, I don’t have the medical knowledge to actually do selective brain damage that would produce the effects you want. I’d actually just, uh, kill you. Sorry.”

        Sarah blushed and laughed. “Thanks for the…” She paused fractionally. “ Heads up ?” She grinned and wiggled her eyebrows fiercely at 4498.

        4498 burst out laughing. His tentacles swayed from side to side a bit as he bobbed around and Sarah yelped as her ankles almost slipped out of his grip – then his tentacles released her, properly. First, he let go of her ankles, then pushed her arms up above her head and released her there. That left her kneeling on the snow, blinking in shock. 4498 growled, his voice suddenly quite grim sounding. “I suppose that means, to truly understand a communist, I will have to do some... in depth probing.”

        His two smaller tentacles brushed against her ears. Sarah’s eyes widened. “O-Oh no!” she said, trying to sound terrified and not horny as fuck. “I’m terrified!”

        4498 paused. “I-I was just kidding!” he stammered.

        “No! I was kidding too!” Sarah said. “I mean, playing along!”

        “Ooooh!” 4498 said. “So, uh, when you say oh no, you mean-”

        “I mean oh yes!” Sarah said, nodding.

        “Okay!” 4498 took a completely unneeded breath. “So, commie. Are you ready for the mind probe?” He asked, one of his big tentacles reached out and wrapping around Sarah’s throat. Her fluttering excitement ratcheted up to a point where she was nearly dizzy. It was a bit like actually being choked, but without the actual choking part. The tentacle tightened even more as he growled. “Too bad. I’m not asking.”

        Sarah opened her mouth – and then one of his tentacles plunged into her right ear. The pressure of it was colder and fiercer than her memories of the Eye. His tentacle squirmed against the deepest part of her ear, as if it was finding the pressure too intense. Sarah drew in a sharp gasp, a bit of pain flaring. Then there was a harder push  and she heard the slick pop of it entering into her brain. Pleasure washed through her as her right eye scrunched up and her jaw dropped. A bit of drool came out of her lip as she found herself unable to even string thoughts together, let alone words. She could feel the tentacle within her – pressing up against her gray matter. She felt it bifurcating, then bifurcating again, wire thin tendrils reaching into her brains.

        “Mmm, that’s a tight ear. Virgin tight.” 4498 growled, then pressed the other tentacle against her mouth, wiping up the drool. “What a dumb little slut you are right now. Can you even speak?”

        “Hnn...uh...” Sarah mumbled, her eyes half closed. The tentacle that mockingly brushed against her lips skidded along her jaw, then came up to her other ear. She made a nose somewhere between an ‘unnnh’ and a ‘gnnhh’ as it pressed there.

        “I’ve gotta get a complete scan to learn every last bit of communist secrets in your pretty little head,” 4498 growled.

        The pressure again. Sarah’s toes curled and her back arched as her breasts rose into the air with the movement, her nipples hard enough to cut steel. She clenched her jaw and mewled stupidly as the tentacle drew back without having penetrated into her head. Then it plunged in deeper, its partner wriggling in. She wasn’t quite sure how she heard the wet squelch of the other tentacle penetrating into her head, meeting the first, the two of them touching against one another inside of her own gray matter. Sarah’s eyes rolled back and she came. She came hard . Her whole body trembled as her cunt tightened and she drooled openly, stupidly.

        “Fucking commie...” 4498 growled. One of his dick tipped tentacles looped around, then plunged into her sex, filling her as another slid down to press against her anus and shoved into that. A third whipped around, coiling around her throat alongside the first. The cock brushed against her lips, barely registering on the pleasure blazing through her. Then that cock slipped into her lips, making her airtight. Or so she thought – until two smaller tentacles went up her nose, plunging into her brain and completely fastening her head up tight.

        Then 4498 began to fuck .

        And pure, pure white filled Sarah’s eyes.

***

        Sarah woke slowly. She was sprawled on a large, rectangular bed, which had clearly been fabricated out of the basic pattern. That meant that the back was hard and the pillow was lumpy. But it still felt decadently glorious on her body, which felt battered and slightly bruised. She ached all over – from her jaw to her sex to her ass to her breasts. But it was the most pleasant ache she had felt in some time. It was the ache of a good, solid, hardcore fucking. She smiled, ever so slightly, then sat up a bit. She blinked as she felt a bit of liquid dribbling from her ear. She put her finger there and found that it was a tiny bit of white cum. She giggled, softly.

        “Wow,” she whispered. “Talk about a cumbrain.”

        The bed she was on had been fabricated in the middle of the snow field – and there was only the solitary metal extractor and the three wind generators. 4498 moved into view, hovering up from the ground and suspending himself on a trio of tentacles. His red iris filled her vision as he leaned forward.

        “Are you okay!?” He asked. “I was fucking you like you liked, but then, I, then I...I was worried-”

        “Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Sarah held up her hand, blushing. “My body has a regenerative system. It only kicks on if I take a lot of damage all at once – and it causes me to...get really hot.”

        “Like, even bigger boobs?” 4498 asked.

        “No, like, exothermic,” Sarah said, giggling quietly. “Did I emit a bunch of extra waste heat?”

        4498 paused. “No.”

        “Okay,” Sarah said, slowly. “Did I just cum a lot, then go to sleep?”

        “Yes!” 4498 said, brightening.

        “Then that means you did good, 4498,” Sarah said, patting the oblong disk of his body. “So, how long was I out?”

        “Um ten minutes, I think,” 4498 said, his tentacles drawing taut in nervous shame.

         Oh no, Sarah thought. That’s not nearly enough time! How else could I…

         She blinked.

        “4498, did you build yourself a cock?” she asked, looking at the underside of his shiny belly.

        “...yes...”

        In the end, it took twelve hours for 4498 to build his first airplane factory.