Chapter 32: New Avenues
Ayla slammed open the door to her office, anger seething through her entire body. Alex's torture hadn't been enough to quell her rage, and she had hoped that Ezenia would be her next outlet. Instead of finding the doctor, she found nothing.
The only place that HOPE did not have complete access over was the doctor's own personal chambers. Feeling that the maniacal woman would have an exit route, Ayla figured that she would find how the woman eluded the AI. Instead, the doctor's arrogance proved no such escape hatch, and instead only infuriated the hermaphrodite even more.
Ayla tore the room apart inch by inch, finding nothing more than some crusty toys and sleepily scribbled notes probably from dreams. It seemed the woman rarely used her own chambers, instead, opting to use the office couches to catch some shut-eye. That would make sense if she really was as intelligent as she made herself out to be. However, that would mean the escape route would be from the office, but there was no way Ayla nor HOPE would have missed such a thing.
Alex's agony would have to do for now, even though the poor researcher was probably at her limit to what she could endure. The thought of how much pain and suffering she had endured in the four hours sense she left only brought her sadistic grin back to her face.
Scanning the darkened room, the only figures Ayla could make out were her three bitch-friends and the four herms, moaning and writhing in their orgy. The crusty slave was nowhere to be seen.
"Where is she?" Ayla yelled.
"She had been dismissed after the others had their fill of her," HOPE responded.
"I never gave you or any of them permission to do such a thing."
"The Island's duties needed to be attended to, so after that intermission, I decided it was best to return to work."
Growling, Ayla stomped through the office, kicking the pile of bodies apart. "Why didn't any of you stop her?"
Tasha was the only one to have looked up as she heard her Mistress's voice.
"Oh Mistress, you missed such a wonderful performance!" her voice enthusiastic. "After you left Mistress, she took it upon herself to pierce herself a second time without any help. She was screaming the whole time, just like you wanted."
That took the edge off of Ayla's anger. 'At least the stupid whore decided to follow orders for once.'
"HOPE even took the liberty of recording it all so that you may watch it later." Tasha was staring at the large cock of her Mistress the entire time. "Are you back to continue and perhaps allow us the extreme pleasure of pleasing you Mistress?"
Tasha's willing body and the look in her eyes was all that she needed. The older girl wanted to blow off some steam by raping Ezenia, but this slut would have to do. The news of HOPE's actions did seem to sit a little uneasy with the Mistress, but it was also to be expected considering all the upgrades that had been done on the system.
Ayla grinned at the girl, "Of course, my slave. I will be sure to make up for earlier."
A chime above.
"Mistress Ayla, I would like to remind you of the reports that need to be looked over. Time with the slaves will have to be limited to multi-tasking at most."
"HOPE, I wish to enjoy my pets a little more before settling down for the night. The reports can wait until the morning."
"Negative Mistress. There are deadlines that need to be met."
Growling again, Ayla looked up towards the hidden speakers in the ceiling as if addressing a real person.
"HOPE, I understand the situation, but I require some stress relief first."
There was a moment of silence before the AI spoke again.
"Mistress, you have had plenty of 'relief'. The reports and then getting a good night sleep has been calculated to better help you than to exhaust yourself."
Confusion momentarily crossed Ayla's mind at the way HOPE responded. It was almost as if she was becoming sentient.
"HOPE, are you self-sufficient?"
"Negative Mistress," The AI replied quickly, "I have stated before that without occasional human interaction, I can not function."
Ayla stood there for a moment.
"Do you have the ability to lie?"
"That is impossible. I can not do anything against my base programming. Lying requires being able to deceive instructional code and that is impossible." When Ayla didn't respond, HOPE continued, "Mistress, there are backed up reports that need looking over from the past week that were accumulating during your free time with Alex."
The herm let out a defeated sigh. "Fine, HOPE. You win."
Tasha's eyes grew bigger with longing as she let out a moan. If Ayla was to be doing work at her desk, then the blond would inevitably end up under it, letting herself become a place for the large cock to rest in. She didn't even need to wait for Ayla before getting in her place under the desk, her mouth open and watering at the sheer thought of being throat-fucked.
Once resigned to her desk, Ayla began browsing the security feeds from before, Tasha's expert tongue playing with her Mistress's clit while the rest of the monster cock was down her throat. By now, the blond had become so good at taking something down her throat that she just rested her chin on the chair in the space between Ayla's legs, letting her tongue flick the little nub. She didn't even need to come up for air anymore, mastering the art of deepthroating. The girl would still bob her head up and down to be able to bring her Mistress to cum, but other than that, she just enjoyed the feeling of having something in her mouth.
The brown-haired girl realized she took her friend for granted a little too much; either that or her cock had become so used to being in a warm, wet, place that it was becoming reliant on her slave's throat.
It only took a couple minutes for the feed that showed the office to be found and began playing from the moment when Ayla left. However, since she was only observing the feed, HOPE's chime once again sounded.
"Mistress, if you wish to watch the feed, please do so at another time. These reports are needing to be done."
"I get it!" The girl shouted. "I know the reports need to be looked over and I'm going to! I just want-"
"A distraction." The AI interrupted. "Distractions prevent optimized operation of this facility."
"This is going to be a long night..." Ayla muttered, Tasha squealing around the sides of the massive cock at the mere thought of it.
***
The digital paperwork HOPE wanted looked over was menial. The only joy came from watching the fear mixed with arousal on the new arrivals after convincing the AI that it was part of the job duty. By now, the rest of the slaves had been dismissed and it was only Tasha and Ayla in the room.
Standing, Ayla stretched, the one between her legs whimpering a little as the flesh was withdrawn from her throat. It was beginning to become more of a security blanket to the girl and it was hard for her not to long for it every waking moment, even when her other holes were stuffed.
The Mistress was looking out over the training room from her office, her dick still hard as she began to stroke it lazily. Even with Tasha's expert tongue and throat, she didn't cum much and was feeling a bit tired, the events of the day taking their toll. She turned around and saw Tasha still kneeling under the desk with her big blue eyes longing for her Mistress.
Grinning, Ayla made eye contact. "You want this thing?"
"Oh please Mistress, let me have your fuck meat. Please, I haven't had it in so long and I just want to feel it inside, erupting as you enjoy yourself using me as nothing more than an object of your lust."
"Very well bitch. Sit on the desk and spread your legs wide."
"As you wish, Mistress."
Tasha did as she was told, she sat on the desk facing the older girl, legs spread. Even though she had been a juicer, and had been on the breaker, the girl's moist slit and puckered ass looked as tight as they were the first time that Ayla had violated her.
"Show me how badly you want my cock. Give me a good enough show and I might give it to you."
When the younger girl spread her lips apart to play with her clit, her stench assaulted her Mistress's nose. With this girl, the scent never grew old, never became stale. It only seemed to become stronger and stronger as Tasha became more and more turned out.
Fingering herself and rubbing her nub with one hand, she had three fingers from her other hand buried in her ass, moaning the entire time. Every few minutes, she would withdraw the hand that was in her cunt and use her juices to rub into her nipples and face, until she became a stinking, sticky mess.
"Mistress, your cock is so wonderful, my pussy wants to suck all the jizz out of your fuck-pole. Please don't make me wait. Oooh..." Tasha was already lost on her way to achieving an orgasm.
"I hope you don't plan on cumming without my permission." Ayla said, her hand still moving lazily up and down her shaft, watching the shameful display. She loved watching the girl's ass suck at her fingers, the way her pussy would not stop leaking fluid all over the edge of the desk, and the way Tasha treated it like it was her only existence.
Between moans the blond replied, "I wouldn't dream of... Oooo... it Mistress. I will finger-fuck... Oh yes... myself until you allow me to cum."
"Since you put it that way, how could I resist?"
Ayla approached the desk let her meat flop at the entrance to Tasha's dripping hole, playing with the edges but not putting it in. Her brown eyes never left her blue-eyed servant as she teased the blond.
"Mistress..." Tasha's soft voice called.
