Taken the Scouting Agent, Tag: Mission, GM & Salvie, Mood: Accepting, Team: None, Location: Unknown
He didn't fight Rosy as she collected his samples, encouraging her to just take from the bottom of his pink braid, and even helping her in undressing him whenever any part of him was not strapped down. Then he took a deep breath as he knew what was coming next.
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Of course we didn't surrender Pig then you fired on us, who wouldn't defend themselves. We may be scum, but at least we have principles." He then spits at the droid, getting rather into character it seems.
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I ain't gonna pay for nuffin, hey what are you doin' down 'ere?" Feeling the hand wrapping around his currently flaccid member.
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That is what is called a joke Slut and trust me, I ain't no fuckin' slave. Though if that is the kind of repayment yer after, I think we can 'come' to an agreement." He shivered in pleasure as the soft feeling started moving along his member, starting from the nearly trimmed hair at the root up to the soft blue head, starting to get engorged with blood.
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I told ye already I ain't no slave, but I'll give ye a good fucking anyhow." He rather quickly came to full mast, standing rather straight from him, a little clear pre, beading at the tip.
Taken visibly flinched at the mention of the sharp object crying out in his normal voice, "
Fuck you are crazy!"
He seemed more and more put off by the threats as they continued, and he tried to help the process along, but the fear of those delicately strong fingers ripping his dick from him oddly worked against Rosy's goal.
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Sal! Are you OK? What happened to you? Can we get out of this madhouse finally?" He asked her frantically, like a man despite for water, straining against his bonds trying to reach her, his scared muscles tensing hopelessly against the cuffs holding him to the table, his eyes lighting up with their usual inner fire.
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Fucking Hell! Alright, if I play along can we get out of here please?" The tension had let out of him, and for a moment he just hung there, chin to his chest, and his eyes dimming down again in the disappointment, almost dull enough to seem out.
He bit his tongue at that last comment, he had already agreed to play along, but
reprogrammed? Mistress? he remembered Sal's dream, but had the other droid done something to her? Had she finally lost it, and had gone off the deep-end, hard? Whatever it was, he knew he had to be especially careful about that other droid. He hoped he would be able to see that bright smile that had comforted him on numerous occasions that Sal often wore around the station, this and that didn't fit together, whatever was up something had changed.