" Wiped Clean "
Story codes: mc FF MF sm piercing ScFi

By Orestes

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   Maura wondered how much penance it would take to 
save her soul from forgotten sins. She could only 
wonder about the sins, because her mind had been wiped 
clean. Like Pandora's Box, she had been wrenched open. 
All of her evils had flown away, leaving only one thing 
trapped inside. Was it hope ? No. It was a bio-
interface processor that had been left behind in her 
revised brain.

   The device still throbbed in her head when she 
arrived on the colony that first day. Those were her 
first memories. She didn't have words to describe her 
impressions of the colony. It was so hard to think of 
the words.
   " Calm yourself, Maura, " said Hiroshi. " It will 
get easier with time."
   Hiroshi was travelling with her, and had introduced 
himself when she first awoke.
   She had to concentrate to understand what he was 
saying.
   " The mind is resilient. When your memories and 
identity were removed, it took away your frame of 
reference. It is hard to understand the meanings of the 
words which are no longer attached to any image in your 
mind. As you form new connections, speech will come 
easier. "
   Hiroshi held her by the hand as he led her off of 
the transport vessel. She looked around the terminal 
with wide eyes. There was so much activity here.
   A woman in a costume approached. Costume ? Was that 
the right word ? Maura tried hard to think of a better 
description. Nun. That was the word. The woman was a 
nun.
   " Listen to me, Maura. " It was Hiroshi's calm voice 
again. " I will be leaving you here with the Sister. I 
know that everything is very confusing for you right 
now, but you must listen carefully to what I'm about to 
tell you."
   " Your mind has been wiped clean. You will have no 
memory of your previous life. All traces of your former 
self have been removed from the Universal Records. 
These were your instructions to us, and we've carried 
out your instructions to the letter. Your new life is 
your penance for past acts. Your sins have been erased 
from your head, but your soul is yet unclean. This 
innocence of mind is the final gift from your former 
self. You will remain here and humbly obey the wishes 
of the Sisterhood. "
   Maura soaked in the information, but struggled to 
understand the meanings of his words. They would haunt 
her in the coming days.
   " One last thing, Maura. To insure that your new 
life turns out according to your wishes, we have 
installed a device in your brain. Not only will it help 
to block any residual memories of your life, but it 
will insure obedience and humility in your new life. I 
hope that you find the peace that you were looking for. 
"

   That's how she began her time at the convent in the 
New Holland colony. This planet had been chosen because 
the climate was suitable for agriculture, and amongst 
Maura's first tasks was learning to tend the gardens of 
the convent. It was difficult physical work. The 
Sisters of Eternal Service didn't believe in using 
modern equipment. Unlike the wondrous automated glass 
houses of the neighbouring properties, the gardens of 
the convent were worked with hoe and shovel. 
   While she worked under the hot sun each day, she 
struggled to understand her new life. Why would anyone 
do this to herself ? The questions tortured her. What 
sins were so horrible as to warrant the removal of all 
memory ? How could she bind herself into servitude in 
the remote New Holland colony ?
   She didn't know anything at all about herself, or 
about the kind of person she was.
   When she had first seen herself in a mirror, she was 
surprised to see that, like Hiroshi, she was at least 
partially asian. She couldn't tell her age from the 
reflection. Over twenty ? Surely. Thirty ? Maybe. It 
was so difficult to tell. Her body was thin and 
athletic, with smallish breasts, a firm belly, and long 
legs. She looked herself in the dark pools of her eyes. 
I should know you, she told the stranger in the mirror. 
I should recognize that face.
   Sister Mary Frances was Maura's spiritual advisor. 
She had been given the controls for the device in 
Maura's head.  'Obedience and humility' is what the 
device would insure, Hiroshi told her at the beginning. 
Damned right. On her first day at the convent, she'd 
had a taste of the way the device worked.
   On the first morning after arrival, Mary Frances had 
awoken her with a bucket of cold water. Maura's first 
instinct, to her surprise, was to strike the nun hard 
across the throat. Before her arm could react, though, 
the device did its work.
   " Oh Jesus, my head, " she had screamed, as the 
device began to buzz. Pain. Shame. Sorrow. It pumped 
the feelings relentlessly into her head.
   The nun grabbed Maura by the hair. 
   " I'll teach you not to take the Lord's name in 
vain, filthy girl. "
   Maura wanted to resist as the nun pulled her across 
the room, but the device fought her every instinct. For 
each thought of resistance, there was more pain. Mary 
Frances bent Maura over a wooden bench near the door, 
and bunched Maura's wet night gown up past her waist.
   " You will learn to follow the rules of the convent. 
You will now receive ten lashes for the blasphemy of 
taking the lord's name in vain. "
   Maura had to fight down her own instincts. 
Everything within her told her to fight back, to do 
some serious harm to this woman. As each of these 
feelings emerged, the device punished Maura. She 
struggled to fight her instincts. A flood of relief 
poured through her when she was finally able to control 
the emotions. She remained there, gasping for breath, 
as Sister Mary Frances retrieved the strap.
   'Obedience and humility', she remembered Hiroshi's 
words. She tried to think only of these words.
   When the strap came down on her behind, there was 
certainly pain, but the device rewarded her for 
accepting the punishment. Even as her body jerked 
forward from the blow, the device delivered tingles of 
pleasure through her body. The message from the device 
was simple: obedience equals pleasure, disobedience 
equals pain. Maura stayed there, bent over, until the 
nun had finished abusing her ass.
   When she was out in the fields, those first few 
days, Maura had a lot of time to think about the 
device.
   It was insidious, really. It often had Maura second-
guessing her own emotions without having to apply any 
'correction' of its own. Maura resented the device, but 
she quickly learned the limits it imposed. She found 
that it would only react if she contemplated a direct 
challenge to authority. As long as she obeyed any 
direct commands, the device would leave her alone.
   Working in the calm of the garden, Maura also had 
plenty of time to reorganize her head. Hiroshi had been 
right about her language skills. A few days of practice 
had returned them to her. The words were still in her 
head, she discovered, they were simply disconnected. 
Not only was there English, but she realized that her 
brain held the vocabulary of several other languages. 
   There were other skills too, but each of them was 
free of context. Every time a shuttle passed overhead, 
Maura absolutely knew that she could fly the craft. She 
could almost visualize the control panel. There was no 
indication of how she had learned the skill, but it was 
there nonetheless. 
   Despite the effects of the device, her heart burned 
with curiosity about her vanished life, and she longed 
to be free of this place.

   " Sit still, girl, while I adjust the device."
   Maura watched Mary Frances carefully as the nun 
began to manipulate the hand-held control pad. This was 
the second time this month that she had adjusted the 
strength of the bio-interface processor. After the 
first adjustment, Maura had found the device more 
sensitive, even to her most subtle thoughts of 
rebellion Now she sat here helplessly as the nun 
prepared increase the strength again. Maura shuddered 
at the thought.
   And she watched closely the face of Sister Mary 
Frances.
   Was there a slight bit of hope left in her soul 
after all ?
   There had been a moment during the last adjustment, 
just a moment, when Maura thought she had felt 
something strange. Mary Frances had looked up nervously 
at that moment. Now, Maura watched the face of the nun 
for that same expression.
   Then it happened. Mary Frances looked up nervously, 
and Maura felt it happen. The device was off. It was 
just for a moment, she knew, but it was enough.
   The nun didn't have a chance.
   Maura launched herself out of the chair with a 
quickness that surprised even herself. One quick strike 
to the hand knocked the control pad away before Mary 
Frances could re-establish control. No pause. A jab to 
the throat stifled a cry for help before it could 
begin.
   The device was off, and a rush of forbidden emotions 
crowded into her head. Excitement. Freedom. There was 
another emotion, but she didn't stop herself to think 
about it. Maura watched as the nun choked for breath. 
   'Immobilize the subject', something inside of her 
instructed. Maura struck the nun again, this time 
across the side of the head. She was down. Maura knelt 
down to the limp body and checked for a pulse. The 
woman was alive. She took the time to tear a few strips 
of cloth from Mary Frances' robes, and used them to tie 
the woman's hands and feet, and to gag her mouth.
   Before she left the room, she slipped the control 
pad under the front of her overalls. She forced herself 
to be calm as she walked through the corridors of the 
convent. As far as any of the other nuns knew, she was 
just going outside for another day of work in the 
gardens. She did nothing to betray her excitement. This 
is the last she would see of this colony, she promised 
herself.

   Ann/R/K sat back wit her feet perched precariously 
on one of the tiny tables of the food court. Despite 
all the wonderful designer drugs that her friend Rasta-
Dan had helped her to sample, there were still times 
when she liked to have just a good, old fashioned sugar 
high. Today, her sugar rush was courtesy of a couple of 
outrageously sweet drinks from the Orange Julius. The 
fact that there wasn't anything in this star system 
that even remotely resembled an actual citrus fruit 
didn't bother Ann at all. Reality is highly overrated 
anyhow, she reasoned.
   The edgy high of the carbohydrates rushed through 
her veins. She couldn't help but smile.
   Her vision blurred for a moment as Audrey kicked in.
   " You have new data, " the voice said gently. Ann 
always found the English accent of  her AI soothing. 
   Ann allowed the search results to scroll down 
through her line of vision. Her own internal hardware 
allowed her to access her home terminal from anywhere 
on the station.
   She scrolled through the incoming and outgoing data 
traffic of the station. Junk. Junk. Junk. There was 
nothing of interest to Ann, nothing that it would pay 
to steal. There hardly ever was in a backwater station 
like Suzuki IV. She couldn't wait until she could get 
back to a real data hub, like Macau Colony. For now, 
though, she had to lie low until the authorities 
stopped looking for her.
   There was nothing of interest in the cargo 
manifests; mostly just raw materials for the colonies. 
She scanned onwards. Personal communications within the 
station rarely provided anything useful, but Ann/R/K 
went through them quickly anyhow. Beggars can't be 
choosers, she reminded herself.
   Finally, she checked the security system. The 
station security system was the first thing Ann broke 
into when she arrived at the station. With the 
assistance of the security scanners, Ann could see 
anywhere in the station except personal quarters. It 
was the best way to keep track of what was going on. 
Which, in this station, was almost nothing. She was 
just about to shut Audrey down, when something caught 
her attention.
   The security array routinely scanned new arrivals to 
the station for hidden weapons. Ann had been able to 
modify these same arrays to check out the internal 
hardware of anyone coming onto the station; sort of 
checking out the competition.
   " What the hell is that ?" she asked aloud when she 
saw one of the new scans.
   " Pardon me ?" asked Audrey.
   " That last security scan, Audrey, who was that ?"
   " I'm sorry Ann, there's no identification on 
record. "
   Ann was puzzled. She went back to the scan and 
looked again. It wasn't often that she saw hardware 
that she didn't recognize, and this stuff was totally 
unfamiliar.
   " Audrey, " she commanded. " Find out everything you 
can about this passenger. I want to know who she is, 
where she came from, and where she's going right now."

   Every day of freedom since leaving the New Holland 
colony had given Maura new confidence in her abilities. 
She stowed away on a transport vessel to the Vegas Moon 
Base. Once there, she found that she was quite skilled 
as a pick-pocket. She spent an afternoon in the 
glittering casinos, collecting funds for her future 
travels  In the evening, she bought herself more 
appropriate clothing, and treated herself to dinner in 
an Indian restaurant.
   Her first instinct was to place a bit of distance 
between herself and the New Holland Colony. She scanned 
the displays at the central terminal. The place names 
were unfamiliar. Finally, she decided at random on the 
Suzuki IV station. The money she had stolen was enough 
for the ticket.
   She spent the flight socializing with other 
passengers. She found that she could communicate, with 
little difficulty, in at least four languages. Her 
confidence grew with every encounter. By the time she 
arrived at the station, two days later, the stifling 
life at the convent seemed a distant memory, and she 
was more driven than ever to discover her own place in 
the universe.
   Maura had used those conversations with the other 
passengers to learn about her destination, Suzuki IV 
station. It was a small station, with less than a 
hundred thousand residents. It was a part of the outer 
ring of space stations, and thus served as an access 
point for the more remote colonies. It would be a 
further week of travel to reach the central colonies, 
or any of the major stations. 
   When she arrived at the station, it was a relief to 
be off of the confined quarters of the shuttle. She 
took her time to walk the wide corridors of the 
station, and orient herself to her new surroundings. 
She found that with each new surrounding, her mind 
automatically planned two alternate escape routes. It 
made Maura wonder about the kind of work she had done 
before the 'wipe'.
   Her speculation was cut short. Something was wrong. 
   From the pack where she carried her belongings, 
there was a noise. She remembered the noise from when 
Sister Mary Frances was adjusting the device in her 
head. It was the sound of the control pad. Maura tried 
not to panic. She walked over to one side of the 
corridor, and took a seat at a vacant bench. From her 
pack, she fished out the thin black control pad.
   The black screen had been blank since the convent, 
but now it was alive. Maura hadn't tried to activate 
the pad herself, for fear of enabling the device again. 
Besides, she didn't have the access code.
   " ACCESS DENIED " was displayed in brilliant green 
letters across the middle of the black screen. 
Nonetheless, at the prompt above these words, a series 
of random numbers and letters were flying across the 
screen at an increasing tempo.
   Maura felt sick. Someone was hacking in. Fear 
stopped her from doing anything drastic. To destroy the 
control panel would be folly. There was no way of 
knowing how the device would react. It would probably 
revert to some default mode, and Maura didn't want to 
guess what that might be.
   Presently, the " ACCESS DENIED " was replaced by a 
series of menus and screens, flashing quickly across 
the thin black pad. The code had been cracked. Whoever 
had broken the code was now sifting through the 
contents of the computer, and learning how to use it. 
Then, after a few second, the screen turned blank 
again. But the damage was done; Maura could feel the 
bio-interface processor stirring from its dormancy.
   She just sat there, staring at the blank screen. Her 
hands were trembling, and tears welled up in her eyes. 
Freedom had been snatched from her grasp, she knew. The 
only question remaining was who had taken it.
   The young woman approached from across the corridor. 
One look in the girl's knowing eyes told Maura that 
this was the hacker. The girl was barely out of her 
teen years, and still wore the trappings of rebellion. 
Her hair was a wild red, with black tips. Her facial 
features were dotted with the silver jewellery of at 
least a dozen piercings. Her clothing was definitely 
retro. She wore black military style boots, and loose 
fitting camouflaged khakis. Her thin waist and stomach 
were exposed by the short black top she wore.
   " Who are you ? " Maura asked the girl.
   " Funny, I was going to ask you the same question."
   " I wish I could tell you. "

   Ann/R/K couldn't wait to get her new equipment home. 
The fact that the hardware was attached to a human was 
only incidental. This was the most interesting bit of 
technology that Ann had set her eyes on since arriving 
at this shit-hole station. Once she had hacked into the 
control panel, and realized that the hardware had 
sophisticated behaviour control capabilities, she knew 
what she had to do to get the equipment home. The woman 
was just an interesting bonus.
   It almost seemed too easy, but she wasn't going to 
complain.
   The two women worked their way through the inner 
corridors of the station, to the rental living 
quarters.
   " Audrey, open up, " Ann commanded. The door to her 
quarters slid open.
   The place was a mess today. Actually, in Ann's 
apartment, the same could be said any day. The floor 
was littered with food wrappers and clothing. Against 
one wall was a graveyard of discarded computer 
components. The stuff was outdated, but Ann just 
couldn't bring herself to part with any of it. 
Dominating the opposite wall was Ann's current computer 
system, a patchwork of hardware from various origins, 
all strung together by the AI, Audrey. The single room 
served as her work space, kitchen, and bedroom. Only a 
small bathroom was detached.
   " Have a seat, Maura " Ann said. The name was all 
the information she could get out of the woman. She 
knew the device would insure full co-operation, so she 
concluded that the woman truly didn't have any other 
information.
    Maura took a seat on the bed.
   " Here's the deal, " Ann/R/K explained. " My name is 
Ann. Since you can't tell me anything about that piece 
of hardware in your head, I'm going to have to break 
further into the system. I can already see that there 
is a ton of data stored in there, but it's under some 
fairly heavy security. It might take me a week or two, 
but I'll break it open. "
   Ann paused, and then gave a cruel little smile.
   " Now, I'm not too sure what that will do to you. 
The way I figure it though, I hacked my way into that 
hardware fair and square, so it's mine. The hardware 
controls you, and I own the hardware, so I guess you 
come with the package. "
   Ann had spent much of her life in self-imposed 
isolation amongst her electronic equipment. She was 
actually much more comfortable dealing with computers 
than people. Certainly she had friends, but the only 
common thread between them was their enthusiasm for 
technology. Here, alone with her hardware, she felt 
powerful. Her commands were followed without question, 
and without thanks. Everything in this room was centred 
around one thing: Ann/R/K's instant gratification. The 
way she figured it, this automated woman, Maura, would 
fit right in with her collection.

   Life around here was certainly going to be different 
than the convent. Every act of her new captor was a 
further demonstration to Maura of just how different 
things were. While the Sisters of Eternal Service would 
spend their days in self denial and discipline, Ann/R/K 
was the picture of self-indulgence. The girl would 
order food at the slightest pang of hunger, spend hours 
connected to her machine, playing games, or chatting 
with friends, and when she was tired, she just flopped 
into bed, regardless of the hour.
   Maura had a hard time knowing what was expected of 
her. The device was on a very strong setting, and was 
constantly reminding Maura to obey her new roommate, 
but for the first day, the girl all but ignored her. 
She did spend a little bit of time trying to hack her 
way further into the control system of the device, but 
she was distracted by a new message from her computer, 
and lost interest for a while. All in all, Maura got 
the feeling that Ann viewed her entirely as a piece of 
hardware, and not as a human at all. The idea was a bit 
frightening.
   The following day, the hacker awoke in a foul mood. 
She had done some drinking in the evening, and was no 
doubt suffering from a hang over.
   " Get the fuck out of my way, " she said, kicking 
Maura in the side. After a restless night, Maura had 
finally been able to fall asleep on the floor near 
Ann's bed. Ann stomped her way into the washroom.
   Maura could hear the girl emptying her full bladder 
in the next room. " Make me something to eat, " she 
yelled through the open door.
   This was the first of a long string of orders that 
the hacker barked that morning while her head 
recovered. Maura did her best to comply, all the while, 
stifling the urge to teach the younger woman a lesson 
in manners. 
   Ann/R/K was more tolerable once she began to work on 
her computer again. She even allowed Maura to finish 
off the leftovers of breakfast, and when Maura asked if 
she could take a shower, the girl just nodded 
distractedly and mumbled something while pointing at 
the washroom.
   The washroom was almost as much of a mess, and Maura 
just about reconsidered showering in the filthy room. 
Nonetheless, after sleeping on the floor in a heap of 
dirty clothing, the warm water of a shower was 
inviting.
   When she returned to the main room, Ann was immersed 
in another computer simulation. She guessed that the 
subject matter was somewhat erotic, as the young girl 
had her hand down the front of her khakis, and was 
rubbing her crotch. Maura shook her head. The girl just 
had no restraint at all. Whatever whim struck her mood, 
she didn't pause in indulging herself.
   Upon noticing that Maura had returned from her 
shower, the cruel little smile came back to Ann's face.
   " Make yourself useful, M. I want to see how well 
you use your tongue."
   She told Audrey to pause a moment, while she stood 
and pulled down her khakis. Maura couldn't believe what 
the hacker was asking her to do. Her eyes were drawn 
down to the girls patch of pubic hair, which, unlike 
the hair on her head, was light brown.
   " C'mon, I haven't got all day, " Ann continued. She 
sat back down, but this time, she brought her bare feet 
up onto the desk and spread them apart while she 
slouched into the chair. This left her pussy open and 
pushed forward to the front edge of the chair.
   The thought of servicing the girl sexually was 
repulsive to Maura, but the device reminded her to obey 
quickly. She crawled under the computer desk , and 
turned herself towards the chair. Ann's pussy was 
directly in her face. She looked up at the girl, who 
was now immersed back into the virtual world of her 
computer. Her eyes were glazed over while her mind 
received the images directly. Her pussy glistened from 
the stimulation her computer was providing.
   Maura moved her head forwards, and had her first 
taste of Ann. As she did so, the device in her head 
rewarded for her humiliation. The pleasure moved back 
and forth through her body, and urged her to continue 
her submission to the girl. Her tongue instinctively 
teased the puffy outer lips of the hacker's pussy. She 
could hear a sound of approval from above.
   As she continued her ministration, her technique 
improved. Somehow she knew that this was another one of 
the skills that her forgotten self had left behind. 
More than the artificially created pleasure of the 
device, she could feel her own body responding to the 
sexual situation. She savoured the taste and the smell 
of arousal, and the feel of the sensitive flesh against 
her tongue and lips.
   Ann's body was responding to Maura's skilled tongue. 
Her hips gyrated gently while the feelings intensified. 
Her mind, however, was a million miles away. Only when 
her orgasm approached was she wrestled back into 
reality for a moment. Her right hand dropped to the top 
of Maura's head, and pushed it further into her crotch. 
Her body bucked up and down in the chair, and she 
moaned loudly as the her pussy began to contract. She 
raised her ass off of the seat of the chair, supporting 
herself by her feet and elbows, as her body shook and 
went rigid.
   " Oh, fuck yeah, use that wonderful tongue, " was 
Ann's only acknowledgement of Maura's efforts. She 
shook for a moment more, and then relaxed back into her 
chair.
   The feelings of pleasure were intense for Maura too. 
When she lapped up Ann's freely flowing juices, the 
device gave her one last burst of artificial pleasure 
that almost triggered an orgasm. She stayed there, 
between the girl's legs, and licked gently around her 
pussy until it was clear that Ann wasn't interested 
anymore.

   That was only the first of many times that Maura was 
made to please Ann/R/K sexually. Maura knew from the 
very start that her role was not that of a lover, but 
rather that of an appliance or toy, which was to be 
cast aside Ann was finished. She knew that she was only 
more interesting than Ann's other appliances because of 
the hardware in her head, and because she was good at 
using her tongue. The feeling was degrading, but she 
tried not to think about it, because every time she 
felt humiliated, the device would reward her with 
wicked little tingles of excitement.
   In the next week, Maura learned to use her tongue to 
please Ann in a variety of ways. Sometimes Ann would be 
online, chatting with friends, and just enjoyed the 
gentle stimulation of Maura worshipping her body. Other 
times, she took great pleasure from having Maura tongue 
her rear hole for hours on end, while she lay face down 
on her bed, drifting in and out of a drug induced 
stupor. Maura became very accustomed to the taste of 
the girl's ass. And, of course, there were still the 
quick, intense sessions under the desk while Ann 
visited her computer generated fantasies.
   After the first couple of days, Ann ordered her new 
slave to stop wearing clothing around the apartment, 
even when she was performing other tasks, such as 
cooking and cleaning. Over the course of the week, 
Maura was able to improve the cleanliness of the place 
to some extent, although it was really hard to keep up 
with Ann/R/K's abilities to create a mess wherever she 
went. 
   Occasionally, Ann would take another look at the 
hardware she that she had acquired with Maura.
   " What the fuck do I have to do to crack this thing 
!" Ann slammed her hands down on the desk. She had been 
working on the control pad for over an hour.
   Maura sat on the edge of the bed, trying to hide the 
fact that she had the same predatory feeling as when 
she saw Sister Mary Frances toying with the device on 
the day she had freed herself. So far, though, Ann/R/K 
had been too careful to let Maura get out of control 
for even a second. The systems she was trying to crack 
had nothing to do with the behaviour modifications.
   She stood and walked over to where Maura was 
sitting. She tapped Maura's head playfully.
   " I don't know what the fuck it is that you're 
hiding up there, but I'm going to break into it, even 
if it mean's I have to pull off your fucking head to do 
it. It's be a shame to screw up a piece of work like 
you, but  I'm so close to breaking  into that data, I 
can almost taste it. "
   Maura wondered what it was in her internal hardware 
that had the hacker so excited. Hiroshi had only told 
her that the device was implanted to control her 
behaviour. Nonetheless, Ann continued to work on the 
control pad for most of the evening.
   " Fuck it! " she yelled, tossing the black pad into 
a pile of clothes. " I wanted to do this myself, but 
I'm gonna have to bring in some friends on this one. "
   Friends?
   " You heard me, M. It's a big day tomorrow. I'm 
gonna introduce you to my crew. But first, I think I 
need to relax a while. "
   She popped a couple of pills from her desktop into 
her mouth, and washed them down with a coke. Then she 
stood, pulled down her shorts, and flopped face down on 
her bed.
   Maura knew what she wanted.

   
   In all, the hacker invited three of her friends 
over. The first to arrive was Rasta-Dan, Ann's main 
supplier of her chemical amusements. 
   " Holy fuck, Annie, who the hell is this ? You've 
been holding out on us. "
   The tall hispanic man was soaking in every detail of 
Maura's nude body. She felt a bit ashamed at being 
displayed like this, and the device compensated with a 
brief surge of pleasure. 
   Next in was a guy called French. He was an older 
guy, and he dressed more conservatively than his 
friends. In the hallways of the station, Maura would 
have had a hard time pegging this guy as a hacker. The 
last to arrive was Cue-Peg, who's appearance was much 
more on the outlandish side than even Ann/R/K. Her skin 
was an unnatural shade of white, and had an glossy, 
porcelain look to it. She was dressed in black leather 
from head to toe. The overall effect was morbid, like 
she had been raised from the dead.
   After a series of greetings between the hackers, Ann 
turned her attention to the problem at hand.
   " This is the hardware I acquired, " she said, 
gesturing towards Maura. " Well, it's in her head 
anyway. I was able to hack into the main functions 
fairly easily. Those functions control the behaviour of 
the woman, Maura, through a clever interface with the 
portions of her brain that control emotions, pleasure 
and pain. "
   " Actually, it looks like those basic functions were 
left so poorly protected so that even an unskilled user 
could access them with the use of this control pad. 
Whoever had control of it before, would have been able 
to keep her as a virtual slave."
   Ann/R/K held up the little black screen to show her 
friends. She donned her characteristic little cruel 
smile.
   " Now that I have it, of course, the woman belongs 
to me. "
   " That rules, " said Rasta-Dan with enthusiasm.
   " Yeah, I guess so, " continued Ann, " but the real 
mystery is hidden in the other functions of the 
hardware, which I've been unable to access. Actually, 
the behaviour controls only occupy a small portion of 
the hardware. The rest is locked away. "
   French piped in. He had a very thoughtful manner 
about him. " I always like a good mystery. If you don't 
mind, I'll try to track down the maker of the hardware, 
and see what I can find out. "
   The morbid Cue-Peg also had a suggestion. " Let me 
implant a few access point into her nervous system. 
Maybe I can go at it from that direction. "
   Maura didn't much like the sounds of that method.
   Ann was pleased by her friends' responses. " Great. 
You're all free to crash here for as long as it takes 
to get this thing cracked. "
   The next few minutes were spent unpacking equipment 
and hooking it all up to Audrey. Between the four of 
them, they must have had enough processing power to run 
the entire station. Maura could help but be awed by the 
amount of technology being strung together.
   Rasta-Dan also took the time to lay out a wide 
variety of drugs from his backpack. He had come 
prepared to party. He also pulled off his T-shirt, 
leaving his tattooed upper torso exposed.
   " Hey, Annie, you mind if I have a little fun with 
your new toy ?"
   She was engrossed in the computer hardware.
   " Yeah, whatever. " she mumbled. " Have a blast. "
   The large hispanic man popped a couple of pills 
while he leered at Maura. Something in his expression 
sent shivers up and down her spine. This wasn't going 
to be an easy ride.
   Just then, Maura felt something happen to the 
device. In their initial set-up of the equipment, 
someone had deactivated it.
   " Oh shit, " cursed Ann/R/K, when she realized what 
had happened.
   Maura didn't need any other impetus to act. 
   The first to go down was Rasta-Dan, but only because 
he stood between Maura and Ann. She took him out with a 
kick to the chest. The force of the blow knocked him 
back into the pile of discarded equipment, and he 
stayed down while he tried to catch his breath.
   Her primary objective was to disable Ann/R/K. She 
knew the control system better than any of them, and 
would know how to re-establish control. Maura couldn't 
let that happen. 
   Ann/R/K raised her head from her work just in time 
to see Maura's elbow come down on her face. She fell 
sideways from the chair, and onto the floor. 
   The quick offensive had caught the hackers off-
guard, but now Cue-Peg advanced towards Maura. This one 
knows how to fight, Maura told herself. She could tell 
by the woman's stance. Cue-Peg struck first, with a 
powerful jab towards Maura's stomach. Maura stepped in 
and blocked the blow with the back of her arm. She then 
gripped her hand around the arm of her attacker, and 
twisted viscously upwards.
   Something snapped. Then Cue-Peg was down, crying in 
pain, and holding her damaged limb.
   Maura looked around the room for the last of the 
hackers. French was sitting against the wall, still 
calmly working on his computer. He seemed oblivious to 
the action around him. For freedom, she would have to 
take him out too, she knew.
   She never got the chance.
   When he finally looked up from his computer, with 
Maura approaching rapidly, it was only because he had 
finished his task. The device reactivated with a 
vengeance. Maura collapsed, convulsing with the pain 
the device was pumping through her body.
   It was an act of kindness when French struck her 
across the back of the head, and the darkness came.

   When she awoke the pain was still there. It took her 
a moment to figure out that this wasn't the false pain 
of the device, but the actual physical pain of recent 
injuries. How long had she been out ? She couldn't 
tell. Her head was clouded with the effects of some 
sort of drug, possibly a sedative, she concluded.
   The pain came from everywhere.
   " It's good that you're awake now. I wouldn't want 
you to miss a minute of this. "
   The voice wasn't Ann/R/K. It was possibly Cue-Peg.
   Her vision began to clear. Yes, it was definitely 
Cue-Peg. Maura could see her leather-clad feet and legs 
from her position. She was on her hands and knees, held 
in a strange posture by a set of chains. Cue-Peg had 
decided to get even, it seems.
   The first set of shackles held Maura's arms just 
above the elbows. The shackles were connected by a bar, 
which forced her arms to remain a set distance apart. 
She could feel the same kind of shackles encircling her 
legs, just above the knees. Something constricted her 
midsection, but she couldn't tell what it was. 
   " Here, turn your head to the side, and I'll show 
you what I've done. "
   Maura looked where Cue-Peg told her to. The woman 
held a large mirror so that Maura could see the rest of 
her body. She couldn't believe her eyes. 
   From the bars between her arms and legs, a chain ran 
underneath her, connecting them. It looped above a 
third bar which was attached painfully to a couple of 
large rings inserted in her nipples. Maura's breasts 
stretched painfully downwards and pointed to the floor. 
Around her mid-section was a tight corset, seemingly 
crafted from bands of stainless steel. She could tell 
that any movement she made would be painful, both 
because of the tightness of the corset, and because any 
movement of the chain would result in further 
stretching of her tortured tits.
   Cue-Peg held the mirror up further, and tilted it 
downwards so that Maura could see her back. At each 
node of her spine, a metal disc was now inserted. The 
discs were all wired together, and blinked in unison 
from a blue light on the upper edge.
   " Those are my access points to your nervous system. 
I'll be using those to help hack into that hardware of 
yours. Maybe later, I'll also use them for fun, 
assuming you have a mind left when we're done. The rest 
of the stuff we've attached to you is just to prevent 
another little outburst like yesterday. I have to 
admit, though, I like the way it all looks on you. I've 
always had a bit of a kink for body modification. When 
I have a bit of free time, I have a few other little 
changes planned."
   Every part of Maura's body now hurt. The bio-
interface processor reacted to her pain and humiliation 
by sending a steady stream of dulled pleasure through 
her body. It didn't send enough to overpower the pain, 
but it took the edge off.
   " I've been waiting for you to wake up too, bitch. " 
It was Rasta-Dan. " Now where did we leave off ?"
   She could feel his body brushing up against her rear 
end. His flesh was bare. 
   " Oh yeah, I was just about to fuck your cute little 
ass. I like a bit more flesh on 'em usually, but your 
ass looks so nice and tight that I think I'll make an 
exception."
   The big latino man started by spitting into his hand 
and rubbing it into her ass hole. When his fingers 
violated her, the device sent her an extra burst of 
pleasure. She moaned involuntarily.
   " You're going to enjoy this, huh ? I can feel your 
little hole almost sucking on my fingers. Get ready for 
something a little bit larger. "
   She could feel his finger pull out, and then the 
head of his cock resting between the crack of her ass. 
When he finally began to push in, it was like he was 
shoving a fist into her. She cried out in pain. The 
artificial pleasure of the device was no match for 
this. 
   He forced his way in relentlessly. Her instinct was 
to try to wriggle her ass out of the way, but every 
movement of her body forced the chain to pull cruelly 
on her breasts. There was very little she could do 
while he pushed the full length of his cock into her.
   She could hear Cue-Peg laughing. The leather boots 
were still in front of her.
   " That looks good, Dan. Maybe I'll strap something 
on and give her a try myself later. "
   He started to pump into her. Every thrust felt like 
a jab to her gut. The tight corset wasn't helping 
matters at all. Every time he pulled out, the corset 
compressed her belly again, making his next thrust all 
the more painful. He took hold of her hips now, and 
began to pump at a quicker pace. He had little regard 
for the painful movement this was causing to her 
tortured breasts. 
   " Oh, it's so tight. I can hardly fit. Oh god, I'm 
cumming. "
   A final flurry of jabs to her belly culminated in 
the feeling of his warm fluid pumping into her bowels. 
When he finally pulled out, the cum dribbled out of her 
distended opening. A shudder of artificial pleasure 
emanated from her device as she felt his cum dripping 
down one of her legs.

   If Maura was wondering about how the hackers 
injuries had been treated, she soon found out the 
answer. It turned out that Cue-Peg had attended medical 
school in the central colonies before turning her 
skills towards illegal bio-electronics. She gathered 
this information from the conversations of the hackers. 
It was a simple matter for her to repair the injuries 
of herself and her companions, and to insure that Maura 
stayed healthy through her ordeal.
   Maura remained chained in that position while the 
hackers worked on the processor. When they stopped 
working, they unhooked the chains and bars, since there 
was no danger of accidentally deactivating the device. 
It was during these times that the hackers took most 
pleasure in Maura's body.
   She quickly learned how to please each of her four 
captors. Ann/R/K still took her greatest pleasure from 
having Maura lick her pussy and ass. Rasta-Dan liked to 
fuck her roughly, and often, in any one of her 
openings. French liked blow-jobs. He enjoyed it when 
she would suck him for long periods of time, until he 
would orgasm in her mouth, and she would swallow every 
drop. Despite her revulsion at being a sex slave to the 
hackers, the device kept her body in a constant state 
of arousal, and she had even had a couple of orgasms 
herself while Rasta-Dan fucked her pussy.
   The most difficult one was Cue-Peg. Her morbid 
appearance suited her character well, for she seemed to 
take all of her pleasure from causing Maura exquisite 
pain, and from her further body modification. On the 
third day of hacking, during one of the breaks, Cue-Peg 
took her first turn with Maura.
   Rasta-Dan had just fucked Maura's pussy, and his 
cream was still warm inside of her.
   " Stand against the wall, " Cue-Peg ordered. " 
Spread your arms and legs."
   Maura could do nothing but obey. 
   Cue-Peg looped a length of electrical wire into a 
crude whip. Maura could hear the plastic-covered wire 
cut through the air when the doctor took a couple of 
practice swings. The first blow was on the back of her 
thighs. She winced, but tried not to cry out from the 
pain.
    " That's right, Maura. Be brave. There's a lot more 
coming. "
   True to her word, she struck Maura again and again. 
Over her back, legs, and ass, the blows stung to the 
bone. Maura bit her lower lip, but tears welled up in 
her eyes. The pain was too much. Again, the device 
compensated with a rush of pleasure, but the pain 
overpowered it. Maura breathed heavily, trying hard now 
just to maintain consciousness. Just as the pain began 
to overwhelm her senses, the whipping stopped.
   " Oh, I'm afraid your skin is an awful mess. Maybe 
this will help. "
   Maura felt the needle of a syringe push into the 
muscle of her ass. She wondered what the doctor was 
doing to her body now.

   The long hours Maura spent chained on the floor of 
the apartment were usually free of harassment from her 
captors. They were too busy trying to hack into the 
hardware in her head. She could feel Cue-Peg's access 
nodes throbbing in her back, and strange sensations 
moved up and down her spine. It was like the regular 
signals to her brain were being replaced with an 
electronic static, which dulled every feeling.
   She wondered what they would find in the hardware, 
but she was afraid of what would happen to her if they 
found it. Could she survive the extraction of the data 
? If so, she wondered if she would be left fully to the 
cruelties of Cue-Peg's horrific body modifications.
   In addition to the chains, corset, and access nodes, 
the changes to her body were already apparent. The 
chemical cocktail that the doctor injected each day was 
slowly, but surely, taking effect. Her skin was growing 
paler. It began to take on the porcelain white look 
that she had noticed so immediately on Cue-Peg. There 
was a difference, though. Regularly spaced patches on 
the skin of her sides and limbs were darkening, and 
taking on a black pigment. The regular pattern of black 
and white was becoming easy to notice. It was 
reminiscent of some sort of animal, like a zebra or 
something.
   Her breasts were unusually sensitive, and she felt 
like her smallish breasts were swelling a little. 
Nothing noticeable yet, but she could tell that it was 
happening. By Ann/R/K/s request, the doctor had also 
installed six metal studs in the tip of Maura's tongue. 
They were painful at first, but the doctor made sure 
they didn't get infected. The net effect of the 
modifications made Maura feel like a stranger in her 
own body.

   " I think I've got it, " announced French, never 
allowing the calm to completely leave his voice.
   " How ?" demanded Ann/R/K.
   " Last week, I tracked down a similar hardware 
design from the Universal Archives. It was designed by 
Hiroshi Nagato, of the McPhail Corporation. I've been 
able to hack my way in to their mainframe, and Audrey 
is retrieving the specs right now, and if I'm right, 
we'll be able to construct a key into the system. "
   " But what does it do ? " pressed the impatient 
girl.
   " I don't know. There are very few details. Once we 
have the specs, we'll have more answers. "
   The mood of the room had improved considerably. 
Three weeks of effort had made all of the participants 
edgy. 
   " This calls for a celebration, " concluded Rasta-
Dan. He broke open his pack and brought out yet more of 
his designer drugs.
   Ann/R/K went over to where Maura was chained, and 
unhooked the bars. 
   " Damned right this calls for a celebration. We 
might not have the use of this bitch for much longer, 
and I intend to get some final licks out of her."  She 
peeled off her khaki shorts, and perched herself on the 
edge of the bed. Maura crawled between the girls legs, 
knowing what was expected.
   Behind her, Rasta-Dan pulled his cock free to have a 
final go as well. During his time here, he had availed 
himself of the doctors services and had the tip of his 
cock pierced with a little metal bar. He just loved the 
way that Maura always squealed when he put the cold 
metal against her rear opening.
   Sandwiched between the two hackers, Maura felt the 
device pumping pleasure into her bloodstream. It was as 
if the device itself was excited over the completion of 
the project, and was determined that she should enjoy 
this last bit of abuse. He body shook as Rasta-Dan 
impaled her.
    She was lost in the familiar taste of Ann's pussy, 
and the sensation of her ass being fucked, that she 
didn't notice when the door slid open unexpectedly. She 
only took notice when a startled Rasta-Dan popped his 
cock out from her ass, and Ann scrambled up from the 
bed. She turned to see what was going on.
   Of the two men, she recognized only one. It was 
Hiroshi. Even after all this time, she recognized him 
immediately. The other man was a large black man. 
Something about the tightness of his muscles, and the 
intensity in his eyes warned the hackers to give him 
respect.
   " Here's the key, " Hiroshi said politely. " Kindly 
load it in now. "
   French warily took the thumbnail sized piece of 
plastic from Hiroshi's hand.
   He inserted the key into the control pad.

   It was like living a whole lifetime again. The 
memories flooded back, and fit into the crevices of her 
brain. The fragments felt natural there, like an old 
friend. Everything was connected again.
   She remembered now. Earth. Harvard. The McPhail 
corporation. She remembered being recruited. She 
remembered her first covert operation, the names of the 
men she had killed, and the lives she had bought and 
sold. She recalled all of the technology, wondrous 
technology, that she had taken and made the property of 
the corporation. She remembered her promotions, and the 
day she finally became the head of covert operations.
   The guilt came too. It overwhelmed her at first. She 
had sacrificed her family, because they represented a 
weakness. She had killed too many lovers to be 
mentioned. There were friends who she had sent on 
missions that she knew they would never return from. 
The guilt burned.
   It was almost as an afterthought that she remembered 
her time at the convent, and her capture by these 
hackers. Standing now, she couldn't recognize her body. 
The stainless steel corset bit deeply into her 
impossibly small waist. Heavy rings of steel hung down 
from her enlarged breasts. Her flesh had taken 
completely the appearance of a zebra now, striped black 
and white on every surface of her body.
   Even now, she could taste the juices of Ann/R/K on 
the metal studs of her tongue.
   " How did you find me ?" she struggled to say, 
though it was hard to do with the jewellery in her 
mouth.
   " Once we heard that you were gone, we tried to 
track you down, " explained Hiroshi. " As usual, 
though, you chose the least conspicuous routes. Perhaps 
I was not effective enough in removing your instinctive 
talents. The possible destinations were too numerous to 
search. "
   " When our search failed, we set a trap. We figured 
that you would eventually try to access the hardware, 
and would search the Universal Archives to find us. We 
planted a false schematic in the system, and waited to 
find out who accessed it. That led us to this station. 
When this computer began to download the specs for the 
system, that was all we needed. "
   The confusion among the four hackers was 
discernible.
   " Can I take it, madam, " asked Hiroshi, " that you 
will reconsider your retirement ?"
   " Of course. "
   " And, shall we dispose of these hackers now ?"
   She thought for a moment. In her years as the head 
of covert operations in the McPhail Corporation, she 
had been ruthless beyond the abilities of the 
competition. It was the quality that made her a 
success, and also the quality that made her fall victim 
to her own guilty conscience. Could she now change her 
ways and take pity on these four hackers ?
   " No, Hiroshi. Bring them with us. I'll find a 
better way of dealing with them. "

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