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Xalia moaned dazedly as she lay there, gorgeous face pressed against the ground and peach-like posterior pointing into the air behind her. Smoke still rose gently from her scorched buttocks, and the golden rubber was burnt black where it had not been torn away entirely.
The two drones lowered themselves to the ground next to her and she quickly pulled herself to as near a sitting position as the screaming agony in her rump would allow. She shivered in fear of what would happen to her next.
‘Commence processing of waste material,’ said one of the drones.
‘What?’ Xalia yelped. ‘I’m not waste material! This is my ship!’ The second drone wheeled around in front of her and studied her.
‘Waste material is life form?’ it queried, as the first drone investigated the toe on one of the princess’ designer thigh boots with an inquisitive claw.
‘Yes!’ Xalia agreed quickly. ‘I’m a life form! You can’t, um, ‘process’ me!’ The drone considered this while the first grabbed hold of her foot.
‘Commence breakdown of waste material,’ it stated, before dragging the boot quickly away. It threw the garment to one side of the small room, exposing one of the princess’ shapely, golden-clad legs.
‘Stop! What are you doing?’ Xalia complained, trying to pull her other leg out of the clutches of the cleaning robot. The second drone continued to circle her.
‘Must test existence of life form,’ it concluded, and then focused on where the rubber strained against Xalia’s magnificent rear end as she leaned forward fighting with the other robot. Extending its flat arm, it drew it back for an instant, and then brought it whistling against that soft target with a terrific crack.
‘Ooowwwww!’ Xalia shrieked, jumping forward. The first drone took the opportunity to remove her other boot as she swung around to face the second.
‘Reaction to tactile test positive,’ the drone concluded. ‘Repeating trial for accuracy.’
‘Get away from me!’ the princess yelped as the drone tried to circle behind her again. The first drone quickly grabbed the deliriously expensive bracelets off her flailing arms; when she tried to stop it, the second drone caught her another whack on her undefended rump and she howled, letting go.
When the machine made a grab for the necklace where it nestled against her creamy white chest, though, she hung on and engaged in a struggle. ‘Do… you… have any idea… how much… this cost?’ she strained, digging her bare feet in...

To be continued...

Description

Xalia moaned dazedly as she lay there, gorgeous face pressed against the ground and peach-like posterior pointing into the air behind her. Smoke still rose gently from her scorched buttocks, and the golden rubber was burnt black where it had not been torn away entirely.
The two drones lowered themselves to the ground next to her and she quickly pulled herself to as near a sitting position as the screaming agony in her rump would allow. She shivered in fear of what would happen to her next.
‘Commence processing of waste material,’ said one of the drones.
‘What?’ Xalia yelped. ‘I’m not waste material! This is my ship!’ The second drone wheeled around in front of her and studied her.
‘Waste material is life form?’ it queried, as the first drone investigated the toe on one of the princess’ designer thigh boots with an inquisitive claw.
‘Yes!’ Xalia agreed quickly. ‘I’m a life form! You can’t, um, ‘process’ me!’ The drone considered this while the first grabbed hold of her foot.
‘Commence breakdown of waste material,’ it stated, before dragging the boot quickly away. It threw the garment to one side of the small room, exposing one of the princess’ shapely, golden-clad legs.
‘Stop! What are you doing?’ Xalia complained, trying to pull her other leg out of the clutches of the cleaning robot. The second drone continued to circle her.
‘Must test existence of life form,’ it concluded, and then focused on where the rubber strained against Xalia’s magnificent rear end as she leaned forward fighting with the other robot. Extending its flat arm, it drew it back for an instant, and then brought it whistling against that soft target with a terrific crack.
‘Ooowwwww!’ Xalia shrieked, jumping forward. The first drone took the opportunity to remove her other boot as she swung around to face the second.
‘Reaction to tactile test positive,’ the drone concluded. ‘Repeating trial for accuracy.’
‘Get away from me!’ the princess yelped as the drone tried to circle behind her again. The first drone quickly grabbed the deliriously expensive bracelets off her flailing arms; when she tried to stop it, the second drone caught her another whack on her undefended rump and she howled, letting go.
When the machine made a grab for the necklace where it nestled against her creamy white chest, though, she hung on and engaged in a struggle. ‘Do… you… have any idea… how much… this cost?’ she strained, digging her bare feet in...

To be continued...