Chapter 1

The Gustaff landed hard on the pavement leaving two large indentations. The metal body suit was one of Tron's greatest inventions. It stood taller than the bus that was parked nearby and weighed more as well. The Gustaff had a network of pneumatics allowing for Tron to control every limb of the suit as easily as her own.

Tron stared at the building ahead of her. It had a large red cross and a silhouette of a dog and cat. She depressed a button on her control panel to page her airship the Gesellschaft. One of the numerous Servbots aboard the airship replied back.

"Number Fifteen, do you read me? This is Tron."
"Yes, Miss Tron, we read you loud and clear!" A cheerful little voice said through a speaker mounted somewhere above Tron's head.

"This doesn't look like a bank. Where is the bank?" Tron asked.

There was a chilling silence on the Servbot's end of the intercom. It was short, only about 3 seconds, but it was noticeable. Servbot Number 15, who was piloting the Gesellschaft while Tron was out scouting, was suddenly aware that he made a grave error. He made a mistake when he deployed Tron and her big metal suit.

Tron Bonne could not afford these mistakes.

Her older brother Tiesel Bonne had made a mistake leading to his capture by a money hungry loan shark. He was indebted to them for an obscene amount of zenny. If Tron wished to see her brother alive again she would have to cough up the money and robbing a veterinarian clinic was not going to be enough.

"I said for you to drop us off at the bank!" Tron blared into the microphone making the speakers at his end crackle and pop.

The Servbot began to blubber pathetically, "I'm s-s-sorry Miss Tron!" He squeaked.

Tron huffed in defeat, "What am I going to do with you. You are lucky the torture room is still under repair. You'll be in big trouble if you don't fix this."

"Please, Miss Tron!"

"Whatever!" Tron snapped back, "Quit your whining! We will just have to make due for now. Servbots!" Tron called out.

"Yes, Miss Tron!" The other six Servbots saluted obediently in unison.

"We can still make some money while we wait for the ship to pick us back up. Steal everything that isn't nailed down! We aren't leaving this mission empty handed, understood?"

"Roger, Miss Tron!" They all hailed.

The little robotic men sprang into action. They snatched up anything of potential value no matter how minute.

Tron used the Gustaff's blaster cannon to shoot through doors and windows giving the Servbots access to the interior. They ransacked the buildings clean like a swarm of locusts reducing a wheat field to an empty flat of soil.

Townsfolk heard the loud crashing and fled outside. When they realized the clinic was being robbed they screamed for someone to call the authorities.

Tron heard the distant wailing of police sirens just as she leveled the clinic into rubble. "Oh, great. It's the police," She could feel the early onset of a migraine forming near her temple. "Boys, pick up the pace!"

The Servbots flung themselves at everything nearby. They stripped wheels from cars using their little wrench-like claws. They nabbed wallets from pockets, shook apples from trees and even rummaged through trash cans. They efficiently reduced the cul-de-sac down to bones.

"Stop right there!" A nasally voice of a female officer came through a megaphone. "I am officer Denise and I command you to drop your weapons and remain where you are!"

Tron pivoted the Gustaff's massive torso around to face her. Denise stood on the hood of her police cruiser pointing at Tron. She wore a light blue uniform with a business-like skirt complimented by pantyhose and heels. The heels together with the height of the car's hood brought Denise's eye level only to the Gustaff's shoulders. She was still shadowed by the mechanical beast.

Tron couldn't help herself and began to laugh, "Well, well, who do we have here? Are you going to stop me all by yourself?"

Denise grumbled and then said, "You are under arrest for the destruction of this town. I'm going to take you down to the station and-"

"And what? Put me in jail? How are you going to do that?" Tron chuckled again, "Jeeze, you aren't very smart, are you?" Tron was nearing tears from laughter. The Gustaff could crush Denise and her car flat. The skin of the mech was solid titanium and this pipsqueak wanted to tussle hand-to-hand? She was either stupid or inexperienced. Still, Tron gave her credit for being daring regardless of the odds against her. She thought that she could relate to this degree of stubbornness in her own life right now.

"Just go home before you hurt yourself," Tron said, "Maybe your mommy can help you save the town next time," She teased.

Denise replied, "But, I-I am."

Tron was done with her. The headache was slowly crawling to another portion of her head. She couldn't help feeling bad for Denise but she had her own problems to deal with. It's not like Denise could help her. But maybe she could use her instead. As ransom to earn loads more money at a faster rate. She just didn't know how, yet. Her desperation for zenny crafted creative plans in her head, knocking on the walls and stinging her pulsing brain with new possibilities and options. Maybe there was a way to use her, maybe.

Tron shouted to her minions, "Remember boys, I want everything of value and that includes our little officer friend here."

"Yayy!" Servbot Number 23 squealed, "Let's take the nice lady to the ship!"

"W-wait, what! No! Get back!" Denise spat at them like a cat cornered by an angry dog.

The Servbots encircled Denise. One clung onto her wrists with metal hands that reminded her of her service grade handcuffs. She tried to fling him off but another Servbot wrapped around her waist weighing her down.

"Let me go!" She struggled to say as the grip of the Servbot's arms squeezed her stomach.

One by one the Servbots tackled her until her world went black.

Chapter 2

Denise woke up some time later. She had difficulty remembering much of anything after the last Servbot landed on her face, bruising her and knocking her out cold. She couldn't see much but she could feel a low rumble beneath her feet. It felt like she was riding an elevator. There was a low monotone hum of motors spinning.

Denise wasn't in an elevator. She knew she was in the airship of the Bonnes. She had spotted the airship on her way to the Vet's distress call. The big green bulbous craft had been hovering 10,000 feet above the town. It casted a monstrous fish-like shadow as it drifted lazily.

"Not exactly conspicuous," Denise said to herself speeding down the road with the siren crying in her ear. Moments before she jumped in the cruiser her alarm clock was ringing with the same frantic blatting. She had overslept on her first official day as a police officer. "Of all the things to deal with on my first day, it had to be pirates!"

Now Denise sat alone in the dark tied to a chair. The ropes constricted the movement of her head. They were wrapped around her like a boa smothering its prey. She could hardly breathe.

"What are they going to do to me?" She thought. Her brain drew up images of herself freefalling into the ocean. Her body gyrating helplessly in an attempt to wriggle out the ropes before smashing onto the water's surface. At their height, the water would be just like solid concrete. "I have to escape!" Denise's brain screamed louder than any siren that day.

Just as Denise's vision adjusted to the dark room a door opened in front of her casting a beam of burning florencents into her eyes. She squirted and saw the silhouette of Tron Bonne and two Servbots.

Tron stepped through the doorway and flicked on the lights. They were in a storage room somewhere in the belly of the giant green fish.

Tron was different to what Denise expected. She envisioned Tron to be a gruff mercenary with tattered clothes and weapons holstered on every hip and shoulder. Instead, Tron was just a young lady. Denise thought they might share the same age. Tron had dark chocolate hair that stuck out to either side of her head like wings. She wore tight black leggings with a metal buckle covering her crotch like an exterior pair of underwear. Her perky breasts poked underneath a pink shirt emblemed with the Bonne family crest.

A Servbot was on either side of Tron. Denise learned about these little terrors in the academy. They were robotic men about half the height of a real man. They had big round yellow heads and blue bodies making them look like Lego toys.

"Ooo, look Miss Tron! The police lady is awake now!" He said. It was unnerving to Denise how joyful the Servbot's voice was just now..

Tron sat down on a nearby shipping container directly in front of Denise's chair. She grinned wickedly at her in silence until Denise finally cracked first.

"What are you going to do with me?" Denise whined.

"Well, that depends," Tron said, "I think maybe we could work out a little deal if you cooperate."

"Why should I? You are just a pirate." Denise growled.

Tron pretended to be hurt by this statement. "Me? A selfish thieving pirate? Oh, no, no, no. You have it all wrong, Officer Denise."

"I'm serious, you'll be sorry for this," Denise bluffed.

"Oh, I'm shaking in my heels." Tron laughed, "I think you're forgetting that you are the one that is tied up. You are not in any position to refuse my commands," Tron got up and leaned close to Denise. She was close enough that Denise could smell the flowery scent of her shampoo. "I need money," Tron said. She spoke low and clear. "And I need a lot of it."

Denise had no response to this. Tron was right though, she didn't have a lot of chips to bargain with right now. If Tron suddenly decided that she was useless she might wind up falling to her death. Denise had nothing to offer to Tron. What use could she be?

"Did you not hear me? I said that I need some zenny?" Tron pulled up on Denise's shirt hard enough to tug at her bra below it and make a tearing sound. The straps repositioned and were now pinching the skin around her breast painfully.

"Ow, ow, w-wait it hurts!" Denise moaned.

"Quit being such a baby. Just tell me how I can make some quick scratch!"

"I don't know!" Denise was in tears now.

"Can we bring her to the torture room, Miss Tron?" One of the Servbots asked hopefully.

"Yes," the other one agreed, "Can we? Please?"

Like a mom on her last nerve with her children, she yelled, "Shut up!" The servbots recoiled in fear. "I think me and Denise need a little time alone to work this all out. You guys go prepare my bedroom for me. I want it sparkling. Clothes cleaned and put away neatly, understand?"

The little robots bowed their goofy yellow pumpkin heads and responded in unison, "Yes, Miss Tron!" They left the storage room and closed the door behind them.

Chapter 3

"Now, let me see," Tron said as if musing over a choice of candy on a convenient store shelf. She removed her blue overcoat and let it slip casually to the floor. She then traced the back of her hand gently down Denise's face. Denise winced, "You are so warm, Denise. Here officer, let me assist you."

Tron worked her hand down and pulled up Denise's shirt, exposing pink nipples erect with fear, "It is too hot for this uniform, wouldn't you agree?"

"W-wait," Denise begged, "I have a little bit of money that you can have, just let me go, please."

Tron was smiling wickedly again. "Hmm, I think you have more than just a little bit. Unless you are telling me that your mommy bought you that fancy uniform for you? I wonder how much she will give me after I'm done with you?"

Denise saw a flicker of green flame in Tron's eyes. There was something dangerous and exciting about Tron's stare. It made Denise flush. She felt a tingling sensation and a sudden dampness in her panties.
Within her mind she clawed in all directions for an answer of escape from this woman. "Was Tron scaring the piss out of me?" Denise thought, amazed. "Is that why I feel so wet? Or was this something else?"

Her heart thudded erratically. It was telling her something else except it was in morse code and only the navy learned how to translate it. It was telling her to be afraid. It was not quite fear in the normal sense of the word, but a thrill. It was like a horror movie jump scare. A jolt of fright like a jolt of electricity to your heart when the monster appears out of nowhere.

Denise went down this scary path before. She had a boyfriend while she attended the police academy. The boyfriend was a seasoned officer. He was tall and muscular but his ego was equally as big. The fling ended before she graduated after a few dream-like weeks full of these little thrilling moments of lust. Much like a dream it quickly faded away as one of the partners would wake up.

Denise and her boyfriend did not have sex. Denise insisted that she would remain a virgin until later. She told him this countless times explaining to him that it 'would' happen eventually, but not yet. He did not remain interested in Denise for long without the relationship glue that is squeezed out from the act of love making.

Now, Tron leaned over her. Her plump lips pursed. They met Denise's lips which were pulled back in a snarl from the effort to escape.

As soon as Denise felt the hot breath from the kiss, a wild lust burst inside of her like a bubble. It was like a dam holding back a lake suddenly being blasted with dynamite. The water gushes through in pressurized jets. Denise wanted to be flooded. She wanted to drink the water, lick it, drown in it. She wanted Tron to hold her head under the surface until her lungs ached for oxygen.

Tron propped her weight against Denise as she smashed her lips to Denise's. They both whimpered and groaned like newborn pups seeing the world with their eyes for the first time. Tron could feel Denise relaxing her muscles, no longer trying to escape. Instead, she felt Denise's tongue. It wormed its way into her mouth, slick and smooth, it wriggled and wrestled her own with surprising tenacity. Tron, too, felt a dam of water breaking free below her waist.

Tron suddenly thought of her Servbots. She wondered if they had washed her laundry as she requested before the mission. She was out of underwear for the week and the pair she was wearing were soaked through. The fabric clung to her steaming hot privates like she sat in a sticky sweet sap. Her nectar dribbled along the creases ticking the inside of her thighs. She was itching to remove her pants entirely.

Tron moved her left hand up Denise's police skirt. It found the warm silky fabric of her underwear. She blindly tugged at them with her thumb and forefinger. Tron felt soft meaty skin under the panties, too slippery to get a good hold.

Meanwhile, Tron's other hand found its way beneath her own panties. Her fingers tickled their way through her bush like a team of explorers wading through a thick jungle looking for lost treasure. The tips of her fingers fell into the depths of her vagina and drew out slimy strings of jungle ooze. She massaged it onto her sensitive button and moaned at the relief of pressure. The dam slowed its flow to a steady stream as she explored Denise's body instead.

Denise still could not move. The most she could manage was a slight widening of her legs. This allowed Tron's hand to freely push her underwear aside and enter her. As the two fingers plunged inside the last bits of Denise's dam melted away like a castle of sand at the beach. She felt like she could suddenly die of cardiac arrest while being at peace with all the mistakes of her life. They were all so inconsequential now that love had found her. Tron's love was inserted inside her now, sloshing and squelching at the pace of her fingers.

Then Tron stood up straight. She held a pair of police grade handcuffs taken from Denise's belt. They swung like a pendulum at the end of two shiny wet fingers. Her emerald eyes were like polished stone. Her smile was mischievous. "Let's move this investigation to the bedroom."