; ; I was one skylight over from where I was supposed to be and now I was ; in a world of shit. I never would've figured that investigating ; compufraud would've put me on a case of deep sex hijacking. Not in a ; million years.
; ; Ever since my CAT had been sexually hijacked by a really mean ; protocol, I had been very careful not to take any cases that could put ; me on my back again.
; ; I have vague memories of complete and total pleasure, bliss ; incarnate--and the memories of licking assholes, roughly nibbling on ; the undersides of scrotums, my elbow nested between two firm ; asscheeks, hand massaging intestinal tracks, and far, far worse.
; ; Pounded by a client every hour on the hour like an amusement park ride ; fourteen hours a day, six days a week.
; ; The seventh day spent in refurb, reconstructing the damage to my sex, ; making scars that kept my body going and then erasing those scars with ; smooth SecondSkin.
; ; Gotta keep up appearances, keep the ride going smoothly.
; ; I was hijacked for only about six weeks before they found me and ; relinked my CAT's protocols. And they never busted a single ; person. Not one. Not even a lead.
; ; So much for the idea that the CATs would provide a safer world for ; everyone because the CAT Investigative Units could literally freeze ; any person and override them to stop crime.
; ; That's when I decided that being a CAT Investigative Unit officer was ; just fine, but the bureaucracy isn't so great when you're suddenly on ; the other side of the desk, not wanting to wear your uniform and ; blissfully fucking animals like an animal.
; ; I was sure that the CAT IUs would get me hijacked again--so I quit and ; went into business on my own.
; ; After all, if I wanted to be Meat I could get a legitimate license for ; that, get the CAT protocol overlay, and spend my days and nights as a ; fucktoy. A lot of people did it--and liked it. Not that they'd have a ; choice once the new protocols were in.
; ; One prayed the owners held up to their end of the contract and let you ; out at the end of your Meatrun.
; ; So the thinking went, I could choose jobs without any hijacking ; risk--like the compufraud scheme where marks were sized up by CAT ; hackers and through CAT reprotocoling made to divulge sensitive ; information. Why I'd been on the roof of that damn building at the ; Wrong Time.
; ; But I wanted to save Susan--not that I could've saved her, anyway.
; ; The entry chime went off and I unholstered my Neuron as I remotely ; opened the door.
; ; So much for introspection.
; ; A dark shadow became a girl--followed by a tall, greying man.
; ; The girl was Susan--that was her name, anyway. I didn't know the old ; man--but he was attractive in a moneyed, jaded way. Deep eyes in deep ; sockets, ravaged by some perverted excess, I imagined.
; ; "Hello, Hommard." Susan said--chipper, smiling.
; ; Her black shiny bodysuit was skintight, accentuating her high breasts ; and the abnormal curves at her pubic area that could be mistaken for ; kinky panties if you didn't know that the curves were an I-toy.
; ; "Yes, hello Hommard," the man said, stepping in behind Susan. He was ; not smiling.
; ; I held my Neuron at the ready.
; ; "I know Susan," I said, nodding at the girl, "so who the fuck are ; you?"
; ; "Now now, Hommard," the old man said, "no need to be rude."
; ; "I'm not Meat, prick." I said.
; ; "No," he chuckled, "no you're not."
; ; "Sit down," I said. Time to turn on the sweetness.
; ; He sat--she stood--and we stared at each other for a while, while ; Susan stared blankly ahead. I detected a faint movement at her crotch ; and a few tiny shudders of her body under the suit's skin. The I-toy, ; working away.
; ; "I have a business proposition for you," the old man said.
; ; "Really? Do you have a name?" I said, smiling.
; ; "You can call me Dross. Just. . . . Dross."
; ; "I see," I said. "Well, what it is?"
; ; Dross turned to Susan and quietly said, "Reward." Susan shuddered, her ; eyes rolling up for a moment, and then sighed, suppressing what seemed ; to be a giggle.
; ; "That's fucking wretched," I said.
; ; Dross smiled and rubbed his hand on his knee. "I know, Hommard. I ; know. But, you have to maintain them." He smiled.
; ; "But, to business," he said, sitting forward in his seat a bit.
; ; I wanted to put an old-style slug into his grey matter--I imagined a ; puff, a hole the size of a pencil in the middle of his forehead and a ; shattered skull caved out of the back of his head.
; ; "You see, Hommard, you know about the I-toy, or Integration Tool Y, ; properly. That's why I'm here."
; ; I flippantly snapped: "I figured that. Why not kill me--better--why ; not have the girls brutalize me with your filthy fucking machine?"
; ; I matched Susan's smile and sweetly said, "My name's Cyn--I forgot my ; last name--want me to suck your cock? Or lick your balls? I live to ; pleasure you."
; ; Dross visibly winced.
; ; "Well," I said, "why buy me off?"
; ; Dross sharply looked at me and said, "I'm not here to buy you off, ; Hommard. I want you to do a little job for me."
; ; "Really?" I paused, and just before Dross could speak I said: "Fuck ; you."
; ; "This will interest you, Hommard," Dross said heavily.
; ; "I have the 'prints for the I-toy." I said.
; ; "I know," Dross replied.
; ; "I've forwarded them to a close associate--and several others." I ; said.
; ; "I know that, too." Dross replied, again, a bit strained.
; ; Without turning to Susan, Dross said, "Reward--hard." Susan violently ; shuddered, her eyes turning almost opaque, and then moaned loudly and ; long. Her body spasmed with ecstasy, her back arching, her nipples ; suddenly erect beneath her bodysuit, her hands roving down to where ; the I-toy pulsed beneath the fabric.
; ; "Fucking stop that," I said.
; ; "I can't," Dross said, suddenly standing, pained. "You see," Dross ; said, undoing his snap, pulling down his zipper, holding his pants ; down, "there's an I-toy for men, too."
; ; His cock was obscenely meshed with wiring and bands, glistening, fully ; erect--and suddenly a hard nine inches long. Back around his shaft, ; intricate patterns swirled to reach down and around his tightly ; hanging scrotum, lines of what looked to be embedded tubing running ; through the sac. Everything pulsed a bit, like skin with a life of its ; own.
; ; "My God," I said, seeing his member continue to grow--it must have ; been a full eleven inches long now.
; ; "It's shocking . . . isn't it? But it feels like heaven." Dross said, ; no longer smiling, his hand moving to his cock, stroking it right in ; front of my desk, his eyes bright, a smile forming on his lips.
; ; "Will you suck it, Hommard? It needs to be sucked." He said, pulling a ; Datasocket from his lowered pants pocket and dropping it onto the ; front of my desk before his hand moved to his engorged balls.
; ; "Sucked," he said, "right now."
; ; In another moment, Dross had fallen back into the chair and doubled ; over--more than I thought was possible. His lips were parted and he ; was licking the tip of his cock feverishly--enjoying it, moaning, his ; tongue rolling around the swelling, purplish head. It needed to be ; sucked, alright.
; ; In the few seconds I had been watching Dross, Susan had shed her ; bodysuit, pushing it to the floor. Her I-toy was slowly pumping her ; lower body, her breasts were firm, naked, nipples hard--she was ; stepping forward.
; ; I pulled the trigger on my Neuron and nothing happened.
; ; Nothing at all.
; ; I was up and over my desk, pushing Susan to the floor and palming the ; Datasocket, before she could turn fully around.
; ; As I ran down the hallway, I turned to see Susan's hand on the ; doorframe of my office, her smiling face preceding her naked body as ; she stepped out into the hallway behind me, one hand caressing the ; I-toy, fingering it, dipping several fingers up and into her body ; around the modifications it had made.
; ; "Don't go, Hommard." She said sweetly, sincerely, as the elevator ; doors closed.
; ; The Datasocket was cool in my palm as I crossed the street, ; desperately wanting to look over my shoulder.
; ; End of Part 3 ; [1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10 ; 11 ; 12 ; 13] ; ;