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The Babe corporation had sent in some of their ‘Trundles’. trained snoopers for mining areas re Drax but any other useful resources. They sent them in anonymously, 
NO one. on the space station, knew they were there. IF they found resources they would use special communication devices that utilized the space station coms modules but left no trace.
Totally encrypted and unreadable as anything but gook to anyone else.
Poppy, had been on duty, taking control over, supervision of, the various GOKS, drones and others re the station repair renovation.
She was NOT, station security. Her Vistage, was tight fitting and military grade. She wore it, because of an incident, with a trooper, who had forced himself on her.
The light clothing, she had been wearing, was ripped from her.
The fury, the greed, the frenzy, was terrifying.
She, did not, stand a chance, well stand certainly NOT being the case. FOR what seemed like eternity, he took his pleasures with her.
Worse still, she had found her body, responding, to his forced taking of her. The build up, within her of a raging demanding taking of her? He had sensed her urgency, her screaming at him, more, more, more.
NOW they were both on the deck not moving. Totally exhausted. He had leaned over gently kissed her, before getting up, leaving her. she had never known before. How could this, have been so raw and having her screaming, with pleasure?
Her body had been savagely ripped open. Tearing into her, the thrusting and dragging, pummeling of her body. Bruises, cuts and his seed all over her face, over her breasts.
The Medisent had taken DNA sampling and also informed her that his seed had entered her enough to make her pregnant? Well given a few more weeks..
Rules and more rules re abortion. The Medisent could cleanse her body to remove his seed.
Flush her uterus and that would be that BUT NOT without the permission of the rapist?
Well unless he was dead.
He was surprised to see her in his quarters. She shagged him ragged is an understatement, sipping on drinks and more shagging as he emptied she let him take full control.
The docking area where she had persuaded him to take her?
Slap her down and violently do. what he had already done to her previously. noting how much. she was once again. screaming with pleasure?
A while later, he. could hardy stand, worse still. his vision was playing up. Blurred and the drugs, she had given him, were now taking effect. She headed, with him, over to a decompression chamber and, shoved him inside.
The terror on his face, the pleading the begging.. as she slowly increased the pressure?
Expanding body fat tissues, is not a pleasant thing to see BUT, when it explodes?
The whole, of the prism, covered in his, well what had been his everything.
The cleaning was automatic, with, what was left of him flushed away into nothing but space. NOW she could have the rest of him cleansed from her. The permission of the rapist, the dead, no life signs on the system, removed no longer required.
NOW, she, would be the one in control. The pleasure, the taking of a male, would be her decision and, she would make sure, every time, she relived her prior experiences, she would end up screaming with pleasure.
As a clone, her sensory nodules, had been affected by the rape.. They were damaged, or should we say corrupted, to the point of actually finding the previous pleasure levels acceptable.
The demand, the urge, the desire to submit, to be taken had on occasion, been how some might have seen it, seriously problematic.
If she was chained up, whipped, beaten and taken, the height of her pleasure, could be so great, her screams would get louder and louder more demanding.
There were always plenty of males, who could accomodate her deviant behavior.
So the pleasures continued unabated. The Vestage gave her added strength, protection until SHE decided to submit.
Commander Casper had only just arrived on the station. He had an elite guard with him and over the following weeks SHE would take most of them delighting in their eager bodies, their abundance of all shapes and sizes now giving her, taking her. 
Casper was a religious, not the religion, that we know, guy with some rules and customs, behavior, that he would not go beyond.
No matter how much, she tried to seduce him, he would NOT allow her to.
He also had a hatred of CLONES! Here, there were too many. All shapes and sizes, som stunning females and males.. BUT all CLONES.
There was also a realisation on his part that there were many clones that clearly were cloned copies of select Bynards.
YOU DID NOT clone them without the permission of the SuRan corporation.
Babe Corporation, had also, made it clear, that the cloning tecnicians, were NOT, to use Bynard designs!
They had no intention, of facing the wrath of the SuRan storm troopers.
Hired killers / debt recovery troops, who, were sent, to take the illegal clones and, destroy them PLUS a massive fee in Draxetnium charged ! MASSIVE.
Technicians, had kept a client, who wanted the body of a Bynard, to keep begging, until, the price, for the work, went up and up and up. Making, a small fortune
NOW. A little bit of history re the BYNARDS.
A guy called Nathan and his friend Noge, had built and created the GOKS, named, after some one, had asked them, what they were? God only knows’ had been the response hence the term GOKS was immortalised across the Qiverse.
Copyright and forced action, against those, who produced them illegally, made Natan and Noge a fortune.
A MEGA fortune of TRILLIONS.
WHY? Because the andronics AI were, the most advanced ever. Hence, the SuRan organisation, took on the production and licensing of them, PLUS, adding new BYNARDS.
Female to Male CLONES, that were capable, of delivering, the penultimate, in personal company, attending to your EVERY need. I mean, EVERY need,. EVERY perversion, EVERY fantasy EVERY crazy idea, of what one should offer.
To the point, the miners, had their cheap, one size fits all ‘Mollies’ (male Tollies) all versions, to the more advanced ones, costing considerably more,
The ELITES, were doing or being done by the diplomats, politicians, regents and more.
Escorts, partners and so evolved, that the Elite class 9s, were indistinguishable, from real Human(a) etc.
NOW. Bynards and the GOKS, the legit ones, were licensed and in use, no problems. The unlicensed ones, the illegals, were or could be in serious trouble.
Of course, you are going to ask, what about, other AI applications, devices et, NOT Bynards, not GOKs? Whoever owned the licensing for them it was their responsibilities and NOT, that of the SuRan corporation etc
Casper knew, the entire safety, of the space station, was at risk, from all these illegals. He, had decided, they had to leave! Military, would enforce, his rule of law. ,
Naomi, was becoming more and more aware of his knowing, she, was an illegal copy, of the Bynard series known as Sishan. An exotic Elite series 5 recognised as being one of the best ever produced.
No matter how hard she tried to get him on her side, he was making it clear, she, would be treated. the same; as and deported the same, as all of the other illegals.
It had been difficult, for him, re Naomi. She was pure, no screwing around and, no sexual attachment at all. YES she DID and she DID make it clear, she would like one with him, because he too, was CLEAN and respectful , when it came to having a partner.
She also had no screwy data issues, no corrupted system faults. ALL in all, she was all a guy could wish for re a CLONE if only she had chosen NOT to be a BYNARD clone!!
As more and more of the illegal clones, were rounded up, she had come to him again, to plead for her mercy, his help? Whatever she was wearing went beyond his imagination in fulfilling all of his wanton desire in a mate.
He could not, take his eyes of her. Her whole body, her beauty and posture, were screaming at him, abusing him, for being a wimp, in NOT offering her protection?
HIS woman, his female. Most males, would kill to be in his position. She was beyond his wildest dreams.
The soft mellow tone of her voice, the tears forming in her eyes.
“Please .. PLEASE.”
Casper shifted close to her. His hands ran over her body, the sensation was electrifying. He, was starting to shake, as she moved closer and then, started to strip. He stopped her.
“I will agree to protecting you, ONLY, if you agree..”. he paused. stuttering, as he finished his word. “To to to be my Cojoined.”
She started to smile, the relief, of what he had just said, now flooding her senses,.
How could he, not have known that this, was what she, had wanted, from the moment their eyes had met?
Strong, powerful, masculine, clean and to her, the idea, of the perfection, she had sought, not only, in choosing to clone as a Bynard beauty, BUT in a mate.
I talked to the SuRan recently, they said, IF, I clear the station, of
Bynard clones, they will NOT, send in, one of their enforcers.
ALSO I am told, I can tag you, so they, will never do anything to you. BUT being Co Joined guarantees NO one, can interfere in our partnership. It is, against Galacia Federa on pain of execution.
“As YOUR CoJoined does that mean I can move your goods over to my domicile? “He grinned. I don’t think you will be staying with me in the barracks.” The thought going through his mind, of his men seeing her ?
“I will get Tyan, to take them over to you. She’s a trooper but at least she is FEMALE. He grinned again, “Well sort of.” They were interrupted by the warning sirens going ballistic. “What the!” He moved bring up a screen.
“Those on the planet below have taken Spunkall and Kaetlyn prisoners. “ Casper had no idea of who they were and as for those on the planet below?
Naomi shifted close to him. “Sit down, CALM DOWN, have a drink and I, will give you, most of the information you need.. “
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