Sergeant Vasquez had kept to her word and spread my secret throughout the carrier. Within hours I was getting disgusted looks or vile propositions that reduced me to nothing more than a sex object. I preferred the former.I was determined to take it in stride at first, keeping my head down and hoping it would blow over. But it didn`t. The looks persisted and eventually escated into hateful words and petty acts of vandalism.My bed had been soaked in piss several times, my clothes were found torn or simply disappeared entirely and my data ste had been stepped on, the screen cracked. The only time my fellow crew members didn`t harass me was during maintenance in the hanger.Hateful bigots they might be but they were also professionals. It would go beyond reason to do anything that could jeopardise the safety of the Carrier and the function of its war machines.I ended up spending most of my time in the hanger, leaving only to eat and bathe. It was the only pce I could feel safe, under the watchful gaze of the Utter End.I was able to convince myself that I was content with my new existence. Determined not to let Sergeant Vasquez beat me, determined to show her just how strong I was.I had decided to dedicate myself entirely to my Goddess, that could be enough. I thought it was, until I saw Ava again.She was with the Sergeant, overseeing repairs on the Utter End, pushing to get it back out onto the battlefield. It took me a while to notice but Ava was looking for something.Her gaze was scanning the hanger slowly, methodically, only stopping once she spotted me. We looked at each other from across the hanger and I wanted to smile and wave at her.But Sergeant Vasquez pulled Ava along to some other task. Then she was gone from sight but no matter how hard I tried I could not get her out of my mind.[---]It was night time, I was alone in the hanger, hiding in a little corner I had carved out for myself between some containers. It wasn`t great, a rough old mattress and some dirty sheets to sleep on. But damn if the view wasn`t great, I was afforded a perfect sightline to the Utter End. I could make out its silhouette in the dark and filled in the rest with my imagination. It was my sole comfort.I wasn`t used to things being so quiet, I had grown reliant on background noise to tire my brain out and lull me into a stay of rest. But all I had was silence and my own thoughts spinning through my head like a tornado.I kept thinking about Ava, because it always came back to her. I wanted to see her again, to speak to her again, but I couldn’t. I knew if I crossed the Sergeant again it would lead to either my death or reassignment and I couldn`t leave the Utter End.I took a deep breath and rolled over onto my side, trying to get into a comfortable position. As if such a thing was possible on this old used mattress. Then I heard a sound, a series of footsteps in the dark. I sat up and peered over the crates that hid me to try and see who it was.There was more than one of them, skulking about, looking for something or someone. Were they looking for me?Lights fshed on and in my direction, blinding me. I ducked down and tried to get my vision to re-adjust itself.“I found it!”, a voice screamed. It, not her or him, but it. The bigots had found me and if they had gone through all this trouble they weren`t messing around.I tried to peak back out and was greeted with a punch to the face, knocking me prone. Someone grabbed onto my foot and dragged me out of my hiding spot. My vision was blurry and full of spots, head throbbing in pain.When we stopped I felt them assemble around me. I managed to make out some of their features, vicious smiles and sinister eyes. I had wondered how long it would take for the lynch mob to come after me.They thought I was down for the count, their guards were lowered. The perfect time to strike. I took a deep breath and swung my legs around taking one of them off their feet. I shot up onto my knees and punched another one right in his crotch. I turned to face the next but was met with a hard punch to the side of my head, sending me down again.They got up and started kicking me, stomping on me and cursing at me. Calling me names that were meant to hurt me, I didn`t care. Names had lost their effect on me a long time ago. But physical violence, that had a way of sticking with you, of remaining impactful.With every kick I felt my body bruising up, with every stomp I thought I felt something break. I was helpless, out matched; all I could do was curl up and wait for the end to come. I thought about begging, about crying out and pleading for them to stop, to leave me alone. I refused, I didn`t want to give them the satisfaction.Then they stopped, one of them was hushing the others, calling for quiet. They heard something, footsteps I thought, a light preceding it. They panicked and fled, not that it was necessary. They wouldn`t get into any real trouble for tuning me up.They scattered and I breathed a deep painful sigh of relief. I was sore all over, bleeding from a few cuts and definitely a little concussed. I spat out some blood and felt around my body, nothing felt broken but damn did it hurt.Then another light shone on me and I heard a single set of footsteps fast approaching me. The figure stopped and looked at me, I shielded my face with my hand, the light blinding. My body screaming in agony.“You come to help me or just stare at me? Or maybe you`re here to finish what they started.”, I spat out bitterly.The figure knelt down and reached out to me with their hand, I swatted it away reflexively. They recoiled silently, hesitated then reach out again, slower. This time I didn`t strike out, I just let them do as hey pleased. What was the point in resisting.Their hand closed in to my face and caressed my cheek softly. I was startled by the gentle touch and reached out for the light. I needed to know who was showing me such kindness.I lowered the torch they held, spreading the light to the floor and reflecting up. It was Ava. Staring at me with those cold dead eyes, the slightest hint of concern hiding behind them. Was she here… looking for me?I looked away, remembering the Sergeants threat.“You shouldn`t be here.”, I told her, each word as painful as breathing.She just remained knelt beside me, staring at me curiously.“Listen to me. If Sergeant Vasquez finds you here, with me, I don`t know what she will do but it won`t be good. You need to get back to where ever it is your supposed to be.”, I said, spitting out another glob of blood.She crept closer, slowly, hesitant. Like she wanted to help me but wasn`t allowed to.“Look, just be a good girl and-“, I wasn`t able to finish. She cut me off with her lips to mine. I fell back, unable to support myself and she climbed on top of me, kissing me deeply. Her lips parted for me hungrily and her tongue coaxed mine desperately. I didn`t know what was going on, what was going through her mind. I could tell she wanted this, needed this, but was completely oblivious to just how fucked up I was.I couldn`t stop though. Her mouth was all I had to distract me from the pain of my beating. So I leant in to it with everything I had, reaching up and caressing her cheek as our tongues pyed with one another.I bit at her lip cheekily, looking to get any kind of reaction out of her, she just pressed into me harder. As much as I was enjoying myself I knew it was wrong. There was clearly something I was missing, some picture I was only getting the half of.I pushed back, parting our lips and making her sit up and over me. She resisted me.“Stop.”, I ordered her. She did as she was told and just sat there, looking at me with concern and confusion.“Did I do something wrong?”, Ava asked me, voice trembling with uncertainty.“I…”, I hesitated, not really sure what to say or what to do. “I`m kind of hurt. Maybe instead of making out with me you could help me back to my bed?”Her eyes perked up and she very gently helped me up off the ground and supported my weight. I limped back to my little hiding hole and colpsed onto the mattress in pain. I needed to see just how badly I was hurt.“Go find me a med kit.”, I instructed Ava. She diligently ran off to fulfil my request. It was weird, usually talking to her was a one sided exchange or she was hesitant and unsure of herself. But now, she was taking orders and responding without question. Like something I had said flipped a switch and she was woken up.I tried not to think about it too hard, my body was too sore. Pain pulsing from a dozen cuts and bruises and possibly a broken rib or two. I very slowly and carefully took off my top and wiggled out of my pants. I then waited for Ava to return, sat cold and alone in the dark in my underwear.She came back quickly, a med kit in hand and a look of neediness in her eyes. She knelt down beside me, a little too close, and presented me with the med kit.“Good girl.”, I commented, taking the kit from her.The second the words were done leaving my mouth she was back on top of me. Forcing her lips to mine, forcing her tongue against mine and pressing her body hard against mine. I pushed her back, forced her off of me and cried out in pain as I did so.“Stop it!”, I yelled at her. Hurt and confused, questioning what the hell was going on. Then it hit me.She backed off and looked at me with that pained expression. Tears were welling up in her eyes and it looked like she was about to cry.“Hey, it`s okay. I`m sorry I yelled at you, I`m not angry, just in a lot of pain.”, I took a second before continuing. “Now, be a good girl and help me address my wounds.”Immediately she perked back up and picked the med kit back up off the floor, opening it up and started assessing my body.The damage was mostly superficial. I was fortunate that nothing had been broken. A couple of cuts and more bruises than I cared to count. Ava, with a significant amount of discipline proceeded to clean and stitch up each of my cuts and examined each bruise thoroughly. It was fascinating, to see her cycle through so many stages of being, just because I had said the magic words. It made me feel… powerful.Once she was done, she presented me with a painkiller then sat back at the edge of my bed and just looked at me, waiting for her next command. I probably should have ordered her to leave, to go back to her Handler and forget about me. But I couldn`t, I needed this, this interaction, this intimacy. I needed something more than blind worship of the Utter End. What could be better than my Goddesses pilot, at my command. I swallowed the pill offered to me and looked at her mischievously.“I think you forgot something.”, I said, leaning back against one of the containers that housed my bed. I looked at her, her eyes full of need, a burning desire to serve. No longer bnk, no longer hollow. They glowed now, for me, for my will and wants.I pointed to one of the bruises on my foot. She looked at it confused, she had examined it, what more could she do?I raised my foot up and pointed it to her lips.“Kiss it.”, I ordered.Obediently she creeped towards me and took my foot in her hands, kissing the bruise and surrounding skin gently. The whole time she maintained eye contact, watching for my approval or ck thereof.“Keep going.”, I instructed her, the thrill of the power I had unlocked rushing through my body. The pain was fading and all that remained was the pleasure and my craving for more.She did as she was told, kissing each and every bruise on my body, working her way up my legs all the way to my thighs. I spread them for her, inviting her inside. She crawled between my legs, kissing her way up my stomach and towards my breasts.“Wait.”, I commanded. She stopped, as still as a statue.I unclipped my bra and tossed it aside, exposing my small breasts to her. There was no bruising on them, but that didn`t matter. Ava knew what I wanted now, what I expected of her. I could see it in her eyes, that unexpinable craving to fulfil my every want and need.“Continue.”She resumed, kissing her way up my stomach towards my now naked chest and hunched herself between my legs. She leaned over and cupped my breasts in her hands. Her physical touch sent shockwaves through my body and the semi I was sporting popped into a full on erection.I felt vulnerable in that moment. Compromised by the part of me that everybody hated. Then I remembered who I was with, her big grey eyes staring back at me as she kissed my breasts and let her tongue trail over towards my nipples.I bit my lip and tried to stifle my moan as she gingerly caressed my nipples with her tongue. Fondling my breasts with her soft hands maintaining that hypnotic gaze of hers.I wondered who was in charge for a moment. Was it me, with access to her secret code words or was it her, with access to my supressed libido and need for intimacy.I reached towards her and tilted her head up to me, pulling her away from my nipples for just a moment.“You don`t have to do this if you don`t want to. You can walk away, right now and I won`t be upset.”, I told her, curious to see where her true desires y.“I want this.”, she said to me. “I need this. You make me feel… good.”That was all I needed. I pulled her close and kissed her deeply then forced her back down towards my breasts. She groped them eagerly and suckled on my nipples hungrily. Again I bit down a moan, not wanting to make too much noise, not wanting to be caught by some passer-by and have this taken away from me.The sensation of her mouth on my skin was too much, her lips pressed to my breasts, her tongue poking and stroking my erect nipples. I quivered underneath her and held her body close to me. She was mine in this moment and I was hers.I felt my cock trying to force its way out of my panties. I ground myself up and against her, feeling a mutual wetness between her legs. It drove me crazy, to know she was enjoying this as much as I was.I looked down at her, biting back another moan and she looked up at me. She was beautiful, innocent and perfect in every way.She could see the yearning in my eyes and feel my cock pressed up against her. She wasn`t disgusted or revolted by it. It was just another part of me, a part she could love and give attention to.She looked down then up again, asking for permission. She needed none but I know she wanted it. To know she was doing a good job, to know she was making me feel good.I nodded subtly and she pressed me down into the mattress gently then worked her way back down my body. My head was swimming with thoughts and feelings as I felt her press her face to my crotch, rubbing up against my panties with her nose taking in my scent.She tugged at them with her teeth and pulled them down, out bounced my cock, swollen and throbbing eagerly. She looked up at me and started licking up and down my shaft. Pure bliss ran through every inch of my body and it took everything I had not to cum there and then.She was so good with it, so gentle yet firm. Stimuting every inch, caressing passionately with her tongue before opening her mouth and suckling the tip of my cock.I couldn`t take it, I needed more and I knew I could just take it from her. I grabbed her by the head and forced myself deep inside her mouth and down her throat. She gagged and chocked on me but quickly switched to breathing through her nose.She looked up at me again and instead of panic I saw a wild and uncontrolble lust in her eyes. Her pupils swirled around in her head as I thrust my cock back and forth in her mouth fucking her face with every ounce of strength I had.She held onto me, wanting more, needing nothing else in this moment but my seed in her stomach. I bite my lip and cried out in pleasure as my cum tore itself from my body and flooded her throat. She held the first load, then the second, she tried to swallow when the third came and caused her to spit up what she couldn’t hold back out and onto my dick.She held firm, not letting anymore escape, swallowing a little at a time until I was done cumming then swallowing the bulk of it. I panted heavily and watched as she licked the st of my cum off of my cock savouring every drop.“Good Girl.”, I said to her.