Prologue

"P-Please sir, please stop! I-I don't want this, I don't-ah!"

The sound of flesh impacting flesh can be heard as a meaty hand smacks into a youthful cheekbone. Immediately afterwards, the sound is followed by a pig-like snort of laughter.

"Buwehehehe! Do you think I care what you want? You silly maid, did you think I'd hired you for your personality?"

The sound of muffled struggling can be heard, a young woman's whimpering sounding out along with the chuffing of a man who's clearly incredibly overweight. Before finally…

"N-NO!"

"Oh yeah, that's the stuff."

The girl's anguished cry and the man's pleasured groan are swiftly followed up by the sounds of her sobbing and flesh slapping against flesh in a constant and repetitive motion. The sounds of fornication continue, even as the Subject slips into the room and finally sets his dull red eyes upon the target. Light on his feet, small and assuming, and covered in black, he goes unnoticed as he skulks through the shadows of the large grandiose office.

Over at the desk, a young woman with red hair and grey eyes can be seen bent over the piece of beautifully carved furniture. Clad in a maid dress, she's clearly part of the help… and utterly failed in saying no to her master, who has her skirt hiked up, her panties pulled low, and his cock inside of her. Thrusting away is a man that can only be described as a pig, and even that would be a generous estimate.

More accurate to call him a whale, the overweight and obese Planetary Governor practically crushing his current fuck toy as he pins her to the desk. Reaching forward, the governor grabs hold of his maid by the jaw with thick sausage fingers, yanking her back and forcing a cry from her pretty lips as her equally pretty face scrunches up in anguish and teary frustration.

"Stupid fucking slut, don't think I don't know you like this. Heh, though I must commend you for keeping your virginity intact for me. It's always delicious, deflowering those among the new maids who managed to remain chaste and pure until coming into my service."

Where her pretty face is marred by sadness and horror, his pig-like face is only made uglier by his utter joy and delight as he takes advantage of his maid, continuing to thrust into her. Despite his hold on her jaw, the maid still struggles to shake her head.

"N-No! I wasn't… I wasn't s-saving myself for you, d-damn it!"

She chokes out a sob at that last bit, looking abjectly miserable, even as her skin grows more and more flushed as he fucks her. Her breathing is already starting to shorten, air coming out of her lungs in pants as her fingers claw at his desk in abject frustration and impotence.

Snickering, the fat bastard of a Planetary Governor thrusting into her from behind leans in closer, settling more of his immense weight onto her and putting his fat jowls right next to her tear-streaked face.

"Oh-ho, is that so? Saving it for someone else, were you? Saving it for the man you loved, mm?"

The crimson-haired maid does her best to avert her gaze, squeezing her eyes shut. But he's not done with her yet.

"Or rather… the boy you loved. Isn't that right? That boy over in the kitchens… is that the one you were saving yourself for?"

The Subject goes still in the shadows as her eyes snap back open at that, widening with terror and a whimpering sob. Luckily, she doesn't catch sight of the small diminutive figure skulking around the edges of the room. Both she and the governor are too caught up in what they're doing to notice him. As she turns her gaze towards her rapist, the Subject begins slowly moving into position once more.

"P-Please… d-don't hurt him."

"Buwehehehe! Now, now. Is that any way to address your Master?"

Choking back a sob, the red head moans out her apology.

"S-Sorry! I'm sorry… M-Master. Please, Master… h-he doesn't even know I-I liked him in that w-way!"

Cackling again, the pig-like governor tosses his head back and lets out a loud groan, clearly exulting in the entire situation. The Subject tenses, nearly making his move then and there… but it becomes obvious a moment later that it's not the time as the obese man comes back down again, still thrusting away with all his might.

"Of course he doesn't! Buwehehehe! You stupid virgin girls are always so slow to express your feelings! Ah, but don't worry your little head, darling. I'll make it really easy for you. You accept my… affections, and I won't have your boy toy killed! Ehehehehe, you can even let him court you still, if it ever happens. But when I call… you remember who you belong to, is that understood?"

For a long moment, the maid squirms and struggles, looking like she wants to do anything besides agree. But in the end, she hangs her head in despair and speaks in a quiet tone that only the Subject's enhanced hearing allows him to pick up.

"… Y-Yes Master."

"Good girl. Now, tell me what I'm doing to you right now."

"H-Huh? You're… you're having sex with me?"

"Describe it!"

The governor's sharp command causes a jolt to run through the maid's body, even as he releases her jaw to reach down and tear open her uniform, ripping through her top and exposing her breasts in short order. The Subject knows this is not a sign of unknown enhanced strength in the Planetary Governor though. Rather, the maid uniforms in the Governor's Palace were made to be torn through with ease.

"Y-You're s-sticking your d-dick in me, Master! A-And now you're taking ahold of my breasts and squeezing t-them!"

"More detail!"

His face jubilant, his eyes rolling around in his head and his tongue sticking straight out of his mouth, the Planetary Governor couldn't have looked more disgraceful if he tried. At the same time, he's picking up the pace, fucking into the maid in a frenzy as she… well, as she breaks, for lack of a better word. It's been growing within her since the moment he first grabbed hold of her, the Subject knows that.

The need to submit, the need to turn into a squealing slut. Finally, it overwhelms the girl, taking longer than the Subject would have initially expected. Even as the pig-like governor fucks her harder and faster than ever before, she cries out, truly letting loose.

"Y-You're gouging out my insides with your spear of meat, Master! You're mauling my tits with your big strong hands! You're pushing me down and taking me, treating me like the maid bitch I am! Please, Master! Please fuck me more! I need it! I need your COCK!"

"Buwehehehe! Yes! Yes, that's it! You need it! You need me! Ehehehe, all you foolish females are all the same! Well, here it comes you silly little maid!"

Rather than be horrified and upset by the thought of the governor cumming inside of her as she no doubt would have been minutes before, the red head's own eyes are half-rolled up in her head, and her tongue is lolling out of her mouth as she arches her back as best she can beneath the obese ruler's fat gut.

"Yesh! Breed me! Breed your shilly little maid!"

They reach the heights of ecstasy together in that moment. That's when the Subject strikes. Having maneuvered himself around the desk while they were both… caught up in one another and thoroughly distracted by their lust, the small figure clad in all black leaps forward… and shoves a glowing red blade through the back of the Planetary Governor's head and out the front.

As the pig-like man experiences his last orgasm, the tip of the laser-dagger protrudes out his forehead. The man is dead instantaneously, not having so much of a chance of using the technosorcery that his kind in their tall ivory towers are capable of. The laser-dagger quite literally incinerates large swathes of his brain along it's route through his balding, fatty head, and what it doesn't incinerate outright, it cooks.

Pulling his laser-enhanced blade back, there is no need for him to wipe it clean, as the high energy lining it burns away any leftovers, allowing him to shut it down and sheathe it in one smooth motion not but a second later.

In the time that he does so, the maid is finally coming down from her own pleasure high. But she has yet to realize anything is wrong. Yanking his laser-dagger out through the back of the pig-like governor's head has caused the overweight corpse to fall backwards instead of forward, just enough pull to see him dropping back into his chair behind him, rather than suffocating his final fuck beneath his immense weight.

But to the maid, that just seems like he's collapsing back into his chair to catch a breath after a satisfying fuck. Slowly pushing herself up off of his desk, she shakily turns around and drops to her knees, perhaps not as ecstatic and horny as she was moments before, but well aware of her duty now, and the consequences of being found lacking.

And so she prepares to clean off his cock with her tongue, likely thinking she's preempting any order he might give her to do exactly that. Only, as she places hands on his fat thighs, she looks up at his face with those grey eyes of hers. That's when the red head finally notices something is wrong.

"… M-Master?"

It doesn't register at first, clearly. But to be fair to the girl, death was not something she often had to deal with. And it certainly wasn't something that was supposed to be able to touch the nobility. On top of that, the Planetary Governor's pig-like face looked about the same in death as it did in life. Sure, his eyes were rolled up in his head, and his tongue was hanging out of his mouth like he'd been strangled instead of knifed through the brain, but it took a second to register those things given his general overall ugliness.

Eventually though, she gets there. Those grey eyes of hers widen, and her jaw drops as she scrambles to her feet and backs away.

"M-Master?! Master! Mas-mmph!"

That's when the Subject drops down from the ceiling onto her shoulders, taking her to the floor and applying a sweet-smelling cloth to her face. She struggles briefly, before succumbing to the chemicals invading her air passages. The fight goes out of her as she passes out like a light. The Subject takes one last look at his target, making sure that he's dead with his own dull-red eyes.

Then, picking the maid up and swinging her over her shoulder in a way that belies his size, he departs.

-x-X-x-

"Mission Success was accomplished via a surgical strike to the back of the target's head, achieving instant death in one blow. After verifying the target's demise, this Subject secured the only witness and returned to base."

Standing in an office study not dissimilar to the one where he'd just killed a man, the Subject finishes giving his after-action report. Of course, the difference between this room and the room where he'd assassinated the Planetary Governor could not be understated. There was a desk of course, and a level of sophistication to this study… but there was not so much gaudy gold and jewels blanketing the space and suffocating it with grandiose and ostentatious design.

The office where he found himself delivering his after-action report was much more functional and much less garish if the Subject were asked his opinion. Not that he is, nor is he ever.

Sitting across the desk from where he stands with his legs spread and his hands clasped behind his back, is the Subject's Mistress. A beautiful yet cold woman, she strikes an imposing figure. Her body is as filled out and gorgeous as they come, but her gaze is that of a stone-cold killer, a woman who knows what she wants and will stop at nothing to get it.

Her hair is a dark silver, and her eyes are a dull red that flash with intensity and intelligence as she observes him in silence for several long moments.

Meanwhile, the Subject himself is now bereft of his hood and mask. His own features are now revealed, and anyone who saw him would be surprised. He is, after all, child-like in appearance. Short in stature with a cherub-like face and short dark silver hair, he seems almost innocent, and might even be called adorable by someone who didn't know any better.

However, small he might be, the Subject had killed someone tonight. And he would do it again, if it made his Mistress happy.

"I did leave standing orders to bring witnesses back to me, didn't I Subject Seven? Tell me, how were you spotted by this girl?"

Blinking, he cocks his head to the side for a moment before answering truthfully.

"I was not."

"You… were not?"

"She did not lay eyes on me, only on the deceased target. I easily avoided her line of sight. However, I deemed it necessary to silence her as she was preparing to call out and I was not sure that you wanted the target discovered quite so soon."

As if on cue, something on the Mistress' desk chimes. She glances over for a second, before looking back to him.

"You deemed it necessary."

The Subject tenses at that, recognizing the tone as one that usually preceded punishment of some sort. If he had stepped out of bounds, then it would fall to his Mistress to discipline him, to make sure he learned not to do it again. Just as he's preparing to fall to a knee and bow his head in supplication, throwing himself at his Mistress' mercy, there's a second chime from her desk and she once again glances over at it.

The smallest of smiles graces his Mistress' face, causing the Subject's heart to swell in excitement. If his Mistress is happy, then it can only mean something is going well. If his Mistress is happy… then the Subject is happy, for all that he does not fully understand the concept.

"… You've done well, Subject Seven. Your work tonight has been instrumental in my plans. With the Planetary Governor out of the way, there will be a power vacuum that I will be able to step in and fill through proxies. From there, the System… and then, the Quadrant."

Bowing his head low, the Subject hides the child-like smile that spreads across his face. He knows his Mistress will not appreciate such a display from him.

"You are to be commended. Come forward."

Without hesitation, the Subject approaches. Even if this is a test or a trick, one designed to make him draw close before his Mistress lashes out and punishes him after all, it does not matter. She's done so before, but he knows his place. He is but a tool, an instrument that she will use until he dulls and breaks, only to be replaced by another. That is his place, that is his role in his Mistress' Grand Plan. It is not his place to question, it is not his place to scheme. It is his to do or die.

Moving around his Mistress' desk, the Subject watches as she drops out of her chair and kneels down low to meet his crotch with her face. Efficient, slender fingers work quickly on his pants, yanking them down his legs after a moment and revealing a truly massive phallus that flops out. She grasps it in one hand for a moment, looking at it blankly before making a small noise in the back of her throat.

"Good work, Subject Seven."

As if by magic, his cock swells in size, growing hard in a matter of moments as he basks in the praise of his Mistress. Long and thick and throbbing, his prick stands up proudly, perhaps the most out of place part of his body, so completely different then the rest of him. Small, lithe, and so very forgettable, that was what the Subject was, that was what he needed to be.

And yet, his cock was a direct contradiction of that image, the sort of phallus that any man dreamed of having. His Mistress looks at his fully erect member for a moment… and then leans forward and takes him in her mouth.

It's certainly a provocative sight, the voluptuous figure of his Mistress crouched down and jutting her ass up into the air as she brings her mouth to the level of his crotch. Her full lips spread wide along his glans and a moment later she's sucking him off with the speed and prowess of a professional whore. This does not bother the Subject. He's used to such treatment from his Mistress. This is merely another way that he, as her tool, is of use to her.

Sucking and slurping the entirety of his cock down the back of her throat, not choking even once as she swallows continually and successfully suppresses her gag reflex, his Mistress reaches down under his shaft with one of her hands and fondles his sizable ball sack, rolling it in between her long slender fingers, groping and playing with his sensitive nuts as he lets out a sharp exhale from the sensation.

It is not the Subject's place to hold back, and so he does not hold back. With his Mistress working him over quite expertly and thoroughly, it doesn't take long for him to reach the point of no return. Groaning, he calls out in warning to the woman he belongs to.

"Mistress, I am about to cum."

As he expects, she redoubles her efforts… and when he starts to cum a moment later, his Mistress sucks in her cheeks and swallows his seed like it's no one's business but their own. Drinking down his cum, not losing even a single drop out of either side of her mouth, she buries her face in the base of his crotch and fills her gullet with his semen.

The Subject shivers as she drains his balls dry, consuming his cum at a rapid pace until finally he's done climaxing and nothing else is coming out. As his cock goes soft, his Mistress pulls back and tilts her head back, swallowing the last portion of his load in one big gulp. At the same time, her dexterous fingers slide his cock back into his pants, which she pulls up back into place, fixing his clothes for him.

Kneeling there, she's practically as tall as he is in her current position. For the briefest of moments, dull red eyes meet dull red eyes as the Subject and his Mistress share a look. Then, the moment passes and his Mistress rises to her feet, sitting back down behind her desk without sparing him another glance.

"You are dismissed, Subject Seven."

Turning, the Subject begins moving towards the door, only to have his Mistress call out to him, stopping him in his tracks as he turns to listen to her every word.

"Oh, and after the events of tonight, there will be no missions for a short time. We must lay low to keep the heat off of ourselves. Nothing we do can be allowed to trace the governor's death back to us. Since you'll have plenty of free time for the next little while, I am placing you in charge of our new… guest. The girl you brought back from the Governor's Palace. You will look after her until I have need of you again. Make sure she doesn't kill herself. Am I understood?"

The Subject blinks and then nods, bowing low at the waist before straightening back up.

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Go."

And so he goes, making his way through the compound towards the room where he'd dropped off the maid. Taking care of someone was not something that the Subject had ever done before. But he was not unintelligent or ignorant. His Mistress thought him capable enough for this task, so he would surely manage.

-x-X-x-

A/N: Hello to the ten percent of readers who actually take the time to read the author's note! This is an original free write I'm trying to make a thing. Basically, I've read a few 'hentai logic' fics on this website in the past few months, and I finally got the urge to write one of my own. But rather than a WORLD that runs on hentai logic, I decided, why not a whole galaxy?

I actually already have the entire first two Arcs of this story planned out, something I pretty much never do. I've got outlines prepared, which will hopefully make it easier for me to just write a chapter whenever I'm free and post it up for you all!

To try and get myself motivated, I decided to crank out the first chapter and see what sort of response I got. Fingers crossed that it's a good one!

Feel free to ask questions, and I will either try to answer them with what I've already got fleshed out for this galaxy, or come up with an answer and incorporate it into the backstory.

Next chapter, when I can write it, will be from the perspective of the maid who's name we haven't gotten yet, and will allow me to provide lots of exposition on the universe as she and the Subject have a chat.