A bank of AIs at CIA headquarters was assigned to download the memories of the former captive AIs and to correlate all of the data to find some common...thread. This bank of 256 super computers that were the AIs worked non-stop for over 6 months before they finished sifting through all of the relevant data. It turned out that every pirate ship, shortly after its conversion, visited a certain planet in a system located on the fringe of the galaxy. The strange thing was that, officially, there was. The place from the outside had mirrored windows, cracked yellow paint, and little love hearts on the door. I came to the place early-about midday, as my cock was really hard and anxious after an hour or so watching girls being buggered in a porn cinema. The bell tinkled weakly and miserably, and the door opened almost immediately. There was Raluca, about 19/20, smoking a long thin pencil cigarette. She was dressed in a thin housecoat and seemingly nothing else. She looked me up and down and. Say fuck me daddy. Ahh God, fuck me daddy. Fuck your little girl (she was catching on). This also brought her over the top as she began screaming and telling me she was Cumming. As if I needed that information. At this point I slowed my pace a little to match her declining orgasm. In truth I was incredibly hard from the slapping and not to far away myself. But I wanted that ass. Nothing screams submission like a hot hard cock up a woman’s ass. I said, are you ready to be owned? She looked at me. “MASTER! Master, please...Oh! OH, MASTER! Oh, yes, YES, YYEESSSS!!!” With a final, affirmative scream, she collapsed against the furs, so weak and drained that she didn’t think she could have moved a muscle if she had wanted to. Master pulled out of her, but the penile punishment wasn’t over. “Nadu, kajira!” The command snapped her out of her reverie, and she looked up. She was so weak, but she was too dedicated of a slave to even dream of disobeying her beloved Master’s orders. She sat up.