; ; I tried my very best to write something with a new bent for the EMCSA ; and (hopefully) to thank other writers such as Simon bar Sinister, ; Voyer, Daphne, MindBender, Mark Anthony, Orestes, Dr. Robo, Vendatrix, ; and many others whose stories I know intimately but whose names slip ; my mind at this very moment.
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Chapter I
; ; It looked like they were making Meat--and this was more interesting ; than following up on my compufraud lead, one skylight over.; ; Even though I'd sworn off work like this, I might be able to help that ; girl--who could be me--right now, right here.
; ; I placed my hands against the cool perspex skylight, peering down into ; the circular chamber, watching the three girls pull the struggling ; fourth forward and locking her arms and legs into a stainless steel ; chair.
; ; One of the girls--yellow tank top stretched tightly over her ripe ; breasts--stepped down on an unseen pedal and swung the protesting girl ; to a raised position, her wrists working frantically, hands opening ; and closing.
; ; Another of the girls--with an identical yellow tank top--swung a ; square, wheeled table into position alongside the struggling girl and ; pulled a gleaming cutter from its neat position deep inside a sliding ; drawer.
; ; My hands were sweating.
; ; The last of the free girls--also clad in a taut yellow tank ; top--pulled the restrained girl's head down and locked it into place ; with a dull-colored wrap-around bar. With several twists of a knob the ; struggling girl's head was rendered motionless--although it was clear ; she was cursing a steady stream of expletives.
; ; In a moment, the girl with the cutter had made short work of the ; restrained girl's clothing, shredding it neatly and peeling the pieces ; away, exposing a firm, ripe body with high breasts, small nipples, a ; firm, tanned stomach, and a wisp of tight dark hair just above the ; girl's dark cleft of thighs.
; ; The girl with the cutter dropped the strips of clothing into a hole ; cut in the rolling table's surface.
; ; Now the three girls were speaking to the fourth, smiles on their faces ; as their hands roved over the restrained girl's tanned flesh, the girl ; shuddering at the touches, rubbing her thighs together.
; ; She began to sweat so I pulled my Neuron from its holster and stood, ; firing up the Neuron and listening to its sweet, sweet hum. It had ; gotten me out of more than one tight spot.
; ; Two of the girls were on their knees now, licking and rubbing and ; kneading the restrained girl's thighs and ass.
; ; But, my eye was on the last free girl, now preoccupied with a tiny, ; wiry steel piece of equipment that didn't match up with anything I'd ; seen before. And I knew about Meatmaking intimately.
; ; She handed the piece of the equipment to one of the girls whose tongue ; was occupied flesh-surfing and the girl effortlessly bent the thing in ; half and snugly pushed it up and around the restrained girl's exposed ; pussy--which wasn't exposed any longer.
; ; In a moment, the apparatus began to shudder and shake and the ; restrained girl's face went rigid with pleasure--her mouth open in an ; obscene "O."
; ; The girls continued their ministrations--but that third girl had a ; C-shaped titanium-hued half collar in her hand.
; ; And she was about to place it around the exposed nape of the ; restrained girl's neck.
; ; Right over the girl's CAT.
; ; But my aim with the Neuron was spot-on.
; ; The third girl froze in place momentarily--her arm in an arc, just ; inches away from the restrained girl's neck with the C-shaped collar ; that I was fairly sure caused the permanent burn-in of illegal ; protocols.
; ; I took aim at one of the girls licking at the inner thigh of the ; restrained girl. She froze in mid-lick. The other girl, after another ; pull of the Neuron's trigger, was also frozen in mid-lick.
; ; My cutter made quick work of the perspex skylight--and the ; autodescenders fluidly let me down and into the space where the ; restrained woman was moaning in sheer ecstasy and the three other ; women were frozen.
; ; Holstering the Neuron, I moved to the captive and looked into her ; wide, pleasure-glazed eyes. I was growing wet, in spite of myself. Her ; body was to die for and it was sweaty and naked and sexually ; writhing. And I was weak--I was human. And I'd liked the taste of ; young pussy since I'd been hijacked.
; ; But I'm always in control.
; ; "I'm Hommard," I said to her, "I'm going to get you out of that ; thing." She grunted through another orgasm that suddenly made me ; jealous--I felt a twinge of pleasure, a flesh-memory, deep between my ; thighs and in my brain.
; ; I moved to pull the apparatus off of her mound but then I could see it ; clearly. Very clearly.
; ; The thing had extended fine tendrils both around her waist and into ; her skin, following the contours of her flesh. There would be nothing ; to pull off because it had, in a very real sense, merged with her ; lower body. The way it was moving, micropumping, made me ; nervous. Biomechanical wasn't new--but biomechanical during Meatmaking ; wasn't something I knew about.
; ; Quickly, I pulled the Neuron from its holster and snapped my vocal ; jack into its side. I pointed it at the girl holding the collar inches ; away from the restrained girl's neck and pulled the second trigger ; halfway.
; ; "You," I said into my vocal, "stand away from this girl, place the ; collar on that box, and stand up straight."
; ; The girl complied quickly, eyes sightless, as the Neuron tapped her ; CAT.
; ; "What is your name?" I demanded.
; ; "Colleen."
; ; "Colleen, what is," I pointed at the girl that was restrained, "this ; girl's name?"
; ; "Susan."
; ; "Colleen, tell me what's fucking Susan--and how do I turn it off?"
; ; Colleen's voice was sweet, syrupy, as she said, "That's the I-toy. It ; works with the Collar to make you horny. So you'll always be ; horny. Forever. It's so nice to be horny. I'm horny all the . . ."
; ; "Colleen." I said, snarling, "how do I turn it OFF?"
; ; "I don't know," she said sweetly, sexually, honestly, "I don't think ; you can. After all, you don't ever take it off."
; ; I was about to ask her what she meant, but instead said, "Colleen, ; pull down your shorts."
; ; She did--and etched on her lower belly, riding down over her thighs, ; wrapping under the skin and back across her pubic mound, were lines ; and strips of fine-gauge pulsing silver wire, a whorl pattern centered ; on where her clit should be--and still was, enflamed like the entrance ; to her sex and moist. Colleen's sex was probably twenty-five or ; thirty-percent engorged, and her clit, I swear, was moving slowly in ; and out of its own accord.
; ; I paused for a moment, seeing Colleen's lower body wrapped in fine ; bands of metal--like a chrome robotic skin that pulsed and breathed as ; she breathed.
; ; So this was the newest perversion, a very, very high-tech ; perversion. Expensive. Permanent, truly permanent probably. They ; couldn't just be satisfied with reconfiguring CAT protocols.
; ; I was in over my head--drowned probably.
; ; Quickly I asked, "Colleen, what's the Collar for?"
; ; Colleen replied, "It takes the pain away. It can kill without the ; collar."
; ; "Colleen. What can kill?"
; ; "The I-toy."
; ; "Colleen. It does something to the CAT--something permanent?"
; ; "No. The Collar just takes the pain away," Colleen replied, "we remove ; it when the I-toy is done."
; ; "Colleen, pull up your pants and put the collar on her."
; ; Colleen slid her shorts up and over her perfect hips, moved gracefully ; to the cart, picked up the C-shaped collar, and dropped it around the ; neck of the restrained girl.
; ; I watched Susan's face as a smile blossomed across it, rising. And her ; cries of ecstasy grew suddenly, no longer labored, full of pure bliss.
; ; When I lifted her chin and saw into her large, dark, full eyes, I was ; fairly sure I was watching years of education, a lifetime of spunk and ; personality, drain away.
; ; The I-toy twitched and pumped and writhed, its center unfolding, ; deploying deep inside of the girl's lower body. I could only imagine ; how it was grafting with her nerves, fooling her body into believing ; it was just another organ--an organ of complete pleasure, an organ ; that must be obeyed.
; ; But I didn't have much time. No time at all, really. I took about ; thirty seconds to scan Susan's body, using the most detailed settings ; over the I-toy, and dropped the scanner back into its small pocket.
; ; I gripped the Neuron in one hand and spoke firmly, with old ; experience, "If you can hear this, look at me."
; ; Colleen and the two kneeling, frozen girls pivoted their heads to look ; at me, eyes sightless, smiles perfect.
; ; "I was never here. Think of the past few minutes as a pause in your ; work--a pause that will immediately be wiped from your memory when I ; leave. Do you understand?"
; ; "Yes."
; ; It came from three mouths simultaneously as I autoascended up to the ; skylight.
; ; I'm sure the girls went about their work of caressing and pleasuring ; the girl whose name was once Susan long after I was gone.
; ; And I'm sure that Susan enjoyed every bit of attention--the I-toy made ; sure of that.
; ; End of Part 1 ; [1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10 ; 11 ; 12 ; 13] ; ;