Summary; the idea for this (including the title) came from Vicki who wondered why more people don't write Battlestar Galactica fic? After all it's a series filled with good-looking people who are constantly jumping on one another. So here's one. PLEASE NOTE this does not mark my return to fanfic writing, an addiction I've been trying to shake, this was done for friend. If you like this and would like to read more in a similar vein I've a huge amount already published under my name in the archive. Enjoy!
Timing; season 2 during the episode called 'The Farm' Starbuck has been captured by the Cylons on occcupied Caprica and taken to a breeding centre where female human captives are being experimented on to try and breed half-human/Cylon hybrids. She's tried to escape but now a Model 6 Cylon has caught her.
Rating; definitely NC17
Disclaimer; all these characters belong to the writers and producers of Battestar Galactica and not to me, this story is for free internet distribution only

"Bring on the Cylon fucking machines!"

"Come on!" The Six's tone brooked no nonsense as she forcibly dragged Starbuck down the corridor, her wrist in a vice like grip. The Colonial Warrior tried to fight but the Cylon was just too strong. Too, too strong, perfect and beautiful. So, so beautiful.
They emerged into a room lined with steel cylinders, cut in half to provide a series of alcove like booths. In them Starbuck was amazed to half-glimpse numerous human women, all young and beautiful, standing upright, swaying slightly back and forth. Her senses also picked up 2 more impossible things. The first was the scent, an overpowering mixture of sweet feminine sweat and the sexy salty taste of female arousal. She almost believed that she could hear the sound of dripping cunnies.
The second was the frenzied moans and groans of women in the midst of immeasurable sexual ecstasy, cries not of fear or anguish but of that most deliciously potent mixture of yearning pleasure and pain. The room had all the atmosphere of a huge orgy.
6 led her to an empty booth.
"Your place is prepared" she told Starbuck with an evil grin. Starbuck tried to get away again but 6 used an new tactic on her. She stepped forward and kissed Starbuck fully on the lips, her hand resting on the Viper pilot's breast through her medical robe. Starbuck's head swam. She knew this was wrong, she knew she had to get away but the 6 tasted so frakkin good, her gorgeous mouth, her voluptuous body pressing against her. Before she knew it she was returning the probings of 6's tongue with her own, moaning slightly into her mouth. She found that the hand she had placed on her chest to try and push the Cylon away had somehow found itself cupping one of the 6's ample, perfect titties. The 6's own fingers were toying with one of Starbuck's breasts through the material of her robe, Starbuck finding her traitorous nipples swelling into a pair of hard, throbbing points.
The 6 broke off the kiss, looking amused. Starbuck backed away from her, fighting for breath, shocked at her own actions. The 6 took another step forwards and Starbuck backed away from her in confusion, stepping quickly backwards....
....right into the booth.
It automatically began to hum, bright multicoloured lights flashing on and off. Starbuck looking around her in consternation, realising what she had done. Weirdly she didn't feel any desire to escape the confines of the alcove. In fact, she felt good, warm and comfortable, relaxed yet tingling all over in a quite delightful way. The air inside the booth carried some form of light electrical charge that had her pulses racing, her skin glowing sublimely at the wonderful sensations dancing lightly over it. Her nipples were hard once more and her cunt awash with liquid arousal, her breath slow and laboured. She sighed contentedly, realising that she was undergoing what she had observed all the other women in their booth's experiencing. And enjoying it just as much as they were.
She was startled when two thin metal, tentacles emerged from the walls of her container and began to sweep up and down her with a pair of wide angled coloured lightbeams, obviously scanning her. Her suprise turned to shock when tiny pincers emerged from their ends and stripped her of every inch of her clothing, leaving her naked as the day she was born. Oddly she didn't feel at all ashamed of her nakedness. After all, the only ones who could see her were the other women in the booths and the 6.
Her wonderful, wonderful 6.
She realised the fact that she thought of her like that deeply disturbed her but only for a moment.
"Bring on the Cylon fucking machines" the 6 giggled softly but loud enough to for Starbuck to hear.
She opened her mouth to protest but instead found the 6 kissing her again. She returned her affections without reservation this time, kissing her passionately and groping her breasts just as the 6 groped hers. She removed the 6's dress with just as much skill as the tentacles had disrobed her and the human and Cylon were soonl fingerfucking each other to orgasms so intense she swore she saw actual sparks in her cyborg lovers eyes.
The 6's cunt was tight, not absolutely virgin but obviously sexually inexperienced. It was time for Starbuck to teach her a lesson. She curled the fingers of her right hand together and rammed it inside the blonde Cylon's cunny, soon having her bucking and thrashing in intense pleasure, screaming her head off, the demure facade she showed to the world long gone.
Starbuck pulled her fist out and without giving the 6 a moment to recover fell to her knees and began to lick out her cunny. She was gratified to find that Cylon sweat and cunny juices tasted just as sweet as human's did. As she licked she ran her fingers up and down the 6's long, shapely legs. They just seemed to go on for ever and ever. She also took the opportunity to tease her tight virgin ass with one sharp, slick fingernail, having her squirming with delight. It struck her as strange that she no longer had any impulse to flee, even though now was the perfect opportunity with the 6 so ...distracted.
She found that all she could think about was the 6. As long as the 6 was with her, everything would be alright.
Once the 6 had come the Cylon picked Starbuck up by the hair. The human whimpered at such rough treatment but the 6 silenced her with another long, searching kiss.
It was only then that Starbuck noticed that two more tentacles had wrapped themselves around her wrists. As she began to struggle a second pair encircled her ankles, making her completely immobile and helpless. A sharp, fanglike probe lance from each tentacle deep into her skin and began to drain her off blood. She could see it draining up a series of clear plastic tubes and being mixed with a clear liquid. Two more tentacles appeared with what looked like suction cups on the end, drops of her own blood mixed with the Cylon serum dripping from the end. She made no attempt to resist as they latched onto her already swollen nipples, after all they were giving her her own blood back.
The cups began to suck and pump her breasts, milking her like a cow attached to a milking machine. She felt her titties begin to swell to four times their normal size, huge, sore and heavy, filled with the most divine pressure, as though they were almost on the brink of exploding yet she somehow knew they wouldn't. She felt lightheaded and incredibly turned on, her clitty filled with the most sublime pleasure she could ever have imagined. She moaned and groaned like a bitch on heat, certain she would die if she didn't get some release RIGHT NOW!
The 6 took the hint fell to her knees, licking with aplomb at Starbuck's cunny. Starbuck pawed her peroxide blonde hair, letting it's strands run between her fingers. She had always fantasised about being tied up and helpless as she was fucked yet despite all her bravery had never had the guts to try it, been too timid to let down her defences, expose herself to another. But now that didn't seem to matter anymore.
She came so hard she almost passed out.
As she regained her senses she felt something long hard and smooth forcing it's way into her cunny, stretching it to the limit and beyond. Looking down she saw a metal pole extending from the floor and making it's way inside her, it's smooth domed head punching all the way through her cervix, right into her womb, bruising the back of it as it did so. Starbuck figured she had at least a foot's length inside her and it was maybe the width of a woman's wrist in diameter. She gave a very real cry of pain and fear but it subsided rapidly as the huge fake metal phallus began to vibrate at just the right speed to have her keening with pleasure. Her clitty and G-spot were singing with joy at the artificial cock stretching and penetrating her so far she felt it was about to come out of her mouth. Her fuck channel was well lubricated by now, her juices flowing in what seemed like a continuous stream.
Instinctively she bucked her hips in response to the stimulation, the angle causing her sweat and cunny juices to trickle down the crack of her pert ass. She was glad of it when she felt an identical pressure probing at her turgid anus. She knew what it was and accepted what was about to come, forcing her tight puckered asshole to relax and admit the new invader without resistance, grateful that she was already lubed. She'd never trusted anyone enough to let them assfuck her but she had to admit that she found the prospect intriguing to say the least. She felt her snug resisting nethermouth gradually flower open and she once again felt the incredible mixture of power and pain as it slid inside her, her soft flesh warming the cold metal as it progressed effortlessly, relentlessly within her. She felt the heads of the twin metal cocks meet inside her pelvis, the wet, hot walls of her womb the only slim barrier between their domed heads. On meeting each other they vibrated all the faster and started to pump in and out of her, thrusting and ramming into her mercilessly. Every thrust took her breath away, forcing her to stand on her tiptoes, knowing there would be but a moment of respite before the glorious cycle commenced again. All conscious thought disappeared and was replaced by nothing but the divine sensations of the suction cups milking her titties and the twin robotic cocks relentlessly pounding her without the merest thought for her comfort or dignity.
They always said that the way to tame a strident woman was to 'fuck the bitch up the ass'. Feeling it now she realised they were right, she felt all the pain and anger in her existence falling away, replaced only by contentment and carnal euphoria.
6.
She just kept thinking about 6. 6 was all that mattered to her anymore. Her screams of orgasm were quietened for a second as 6 kissed her once more. Starbuck felt a helmet lowering onto her head, a humming, whispering sound now in her ears and a rainbow of flashing lights shining in her eyes. It was brainwashing and she knew it. She was being transformed into a willing, obedient sex slave whose only purpose in life was to serve the Cylon empire in every way she could. With her mind but above all with her body. But somehow that was all ok. It was all ok because 6 was there. As long as she belonged to 6 it was all alright.
"You're all mine" the 6 whispered as the world went black.
"I love you Mistress" Starbuck had time to reply.
*
Starbuck woke up in bed, the sun playing on her face. She felt wonderful. She felt better than wonderful. She'd never felt happier or more contented in her entire life.
She raised one hand, the manacles binding her to the bed giving her just enough leeway to enable her to run her hands up and down her body.
She moaned with pleasure as her fingers traced their way across her still swollen and sensitive breasts and down onto her hugely enlarged abdomen.
"I'm pregnant!" she remarked out loud, absolutely stunned.
She became aware of someone else standing beside her bed. It was a 6. Better than that it was HER 6, the one who'd led her into the impregnation chamber. Somehow she could now distinguish her from all the others even though they were outwardly identical in appearance. There was someting different about her now, something so obvious it wasn't apparent at first.
"So am I" the 6 told her, taking Starbuck's hand and placing it on her own swollen belly. "My baby is half human, half Cylon, just like yours"
Starbuck could feel the motion of the hybrid child moving inside the 6, mirroring the movement of her own baby inside her womb.
"The Quickening" she observed.
"What?" The 6 was obviously unfamilar with the term.
"When a mother feels her baby move inside her for the first time, Mistress"
The 6 nodded in understanding. "How do you feel about your child?"
Starbuck paused for a moment but the truth of her reply was overwhelming. " Mistress, I've never loved anything more"
"I know what you mean" the 6 agreed. She gestured outside to the gardens of the breeding centre. It was a beautiful sunny day, Caprica's weather systems at last returning to normal after the chaos caused by the nuclear winter following the Cylon's attack.
"Let's go for a walk" she suggested.
"I'd like that, Mistress" Starbuck agreed.
She bent down and unfastened Starbucks manacles. They kissed then walked hand in hand through the ward to the door. They passed dozens of other beds, all filled with pregnant human women.
"What are you doing?" It was the black Cylon, the same model that had posed as a doctor.
"The war's over" the 6 told them. "Call off the pursuit of the Galactica, send them a message stating our wish to discuss peace. Release the other prisoners and have them contact the resistance with our terms to end the conflict"
The Cylons gathered around, open mouthed. Starbuck noted that several of the female Cylons were now also pregnant although none as far along as her 6 was.
"But they..." it was the 'Leoben' Cylon who spoke.
Her 6 cut him off.
"There is no THEY!" she told him forcefully. She stroked her belly with one hand and Starbuck's with the other. "There is only US now. We are ALL god's children. We must simply pray that the humans forgive us for all that we have done"
They turned and walked on. Starbuck saw the other cyborgs pause for a moment. Then all the pregnant female Cylons began to release the human prisoners from their chains. The male Cylons hesitated for a few more seconds before helping them in their task. None of the humans tried to run, their fear and desire to escape a distant memory now.
The human/Cylon war was over.
Starbuck and 6 walked on together into the bright morning sunlight, Cylon and human, lovers and mothers. The future of both races nestled securely in their wombs, enveloped by soft, warm flesh and deep, endless love.
"I can't keep just calling you Mistress 6, can I?" Kara Thrace pointed out.
"Well, why don't you name me then?" her 6 responded.
"How about Mistress Eve?" Kara suggested.
"I like it" Eve declared.