She watched his trousers fall as if in slow motion. Saw the mound where genitalia ought to be, instead only a smooth, silver panel, adorned with a few insertion points and magnetic connectors. She wanted to run, to kick, to scream - but his virus was too powerful. All she could do, as it sapped her willpower, was slump against the cubicle wall and groan.
It had been a decent evening for Sav. Waking up at six, the first thing she'd done was change her hair to blonde and take a nano-shower. After eating something vaguely akin to food, she had attached her sluttiest body parts and wrapped them in a holo-fabric dress designed to show off more skin the higher the viewer's integration level; a special little favourite of hers. The digital veil cast itself from specific points on her body; neuro-projection modules in each eye and the base of her skull ensured viewers' attention was tracked, and the small red attachments resting over each nipple, atop both hips and curving over just her two holes - enough to ensure the very minimum possible modesty - handled light emission, sending the cascading red light show out into 3-D space.
For your average level one script kiddy, she wore a seductive, tight red dress, her bosom held at bay by curling folds of velvet and silk, a long, flowing strip of fabric keeping her lower regions from view while allowing her hips and legs to penetrate the curtains, insinuating that
just
the right angle or movement might allow the sneaky onlooker to see the goods. For the elusive, desirable ones, however, she wore barely more than her holographic projectors covered physically; glittering, floating strands of beads wrapped around her curves, showing off her shape while doing little to cover her up. Her only additional coverage came in the form of two breast-cups - small strands of material designed to cover the nipples and reach over and below a generous bosom to a small band, tight enough to encircle and grip the base of the breast where it met the chest, but not so tight as to cut off blood flow - and a pair of lacey, high-waisted panties that wrapped around her holo-projector, showing off the curve of her mound and the goods below sensuously.
He hadn't looked like much more than a 2, or perhaps a 3. His shirt was loose, his pants uninteresting. He had enhancements, sure - ocular repositrons, a skullspine, throat replacement and such - but it was little more than your standard wannabe could obtain, with a little smart jacking and knowhow. Then, though, he had seen her, approached her, sent her the connection request, and something - damnit, she couldn't even remember
what
now, but it had been strong - had willed her to accept the pair. Sixty seconds later, her ass was landing on the toilet seat, the pounding beat of the hyper-lectro rhythm common to this part of town and its clubs, vibrating her body as his virus seeped unstoppably into her brain.
The forearm compartment flicked open beneath his left wrist, and she watched him lift out the base sections of his chosen attachment. A skin-coloured lump connected to the silver panel, and lights in the inner edge flickered on. He connected a lower component, and she watched a pair of inflatable testicles quickly surge into view as it set itself up.
The first thing to go had been her resistance. When her mind had said no, her mouth had agreed. When he had taken her arm, her electric repulsors refused to fire. When he had pushed her into this cubicle in the women's bathroom, she hadn't stopped her body from tumbling before him. By that point, her other implants had stopped responding, each of them reporting a NO_STATE_ERR code. Typically, that meant a reboot; something she could hardly afford to do while she waited for her attacker to attach his penis, if she even
had
the control left in her neuro-matrix to do it. Then... Then had come the most terrifying part of all. The washing, will-sapping sensation of the virus entering her neuro-matrix and overtaking it. She had felt it all, one by one - portions of her brain being switched off or redirected through the open virtual private pipeline between her and him, like sections of a pie being lifted away. Her will power, emotions, comprehension, speech and motor cores all inevitably rescinded their obedience to her in favour of a new master, leaving her a defenceless, pliant body on the toilet, slumped against the wall, waiting for new orders.
It didn't take long. She watched him clipping puzzle-piece-like sections of the male appendage together, slotting them into receivers in each other and attaching the penis to his crotch. After a quick boot sequence, the manhood - already generously sized - expanded quickly into a thick, solid erection that she wasn't sure would fit her very natural, very un-enhanced womanhood. Apart from the nervous receptors and health nodes, her pussy was as natural as they came - she didn't even have an auto-cleaner down there. And that cock looked...
>COM: THOUGHT_PROC_TERM
Command completed successfully.
The words flashed up in her in-eye display over the top of the real world in a blinking green, a stark difference from the red and purple she kept the rest of her heads-up in. Instantly, her internal dialogue shut off and she stopped thinking. It was bizarre; one moment she was looking actively at the manhood, wondering how it would fit inside her. The next, it was as if her RAM had been removed; she still functioned, feeling and seeing, yet none of it actively processed inside her head. She couldn't remember what was going on before it had even happened.
>COM: EMOT_AROUSAL_VALUE;
>SET_VALUE=100
Command completed successfully.
As the green words flashed by in front of her eyes, Sav felt her chest heave as thick arousal set in instantly. She could actually feel the wetness as it poured into her pussy, the slim red protector keeping her discharge at bay for the time being. It was her last defence, her only 'clothing' - the red attachments, beyond holo-projectors, were bio-encrypted locks that would remain sealed to her skin until she explicitly thought otherwise. Unfortunately for her, her brain was now under the command of another, through the wireless data pipeline established through their communication link, and as such, it would only take
his
thoughts, not hers, to unlock the protectors and free her sensitive, natural body parts for his open, unprotected use.
The throbbing, artificial cock waved before her face, stiff and solid. At his mental order, she sat upright, her hazing, flickering eyes reflecting the cream-and-pink shaft as it approached her body. Moaning softly as her protective metal slip pressed into the plastic of the toilet lid, stimulating the skin around her sensitive zones, she allowed herself - or rather, was allowed by her new, temporary mind - to relax back into the cistern as the penis approached her face. Her mouth parted around it without resistance, and the artificial-nerve-riddled member reshaped to fit her perfectly as it slipped over her tongue and into her throat, adjusting so as to curve smoothly down her throat, exactly fitting her throat.
One benefit of implants, she might have mused as the thick length twisted into her neck, was that they often came with special features designed to overcome the flaws of the human body. In this case, the artificial manhood came complete with a small air pump - perhaps courtesy of those fake testicles beneath it - which sent fresh air straight down the middle of the dick and into her lungs, allowing her to breathe through it while the man kept her mouth tight around him with his own mind. After a few moments just enjoying the sensation of her throat closing around him, he began to slide himself along her tongue, his hand resting atop her head and coiling her blonde hair about in his fingers to hold her better. As he worked himself up to pumping speed, she thought nothing and felt only pure, needy arousal, as horny as a bitch in heat, and the slow cool pressure of air as it was passed through the thrusting cock in her mouth into her throat, so as to allow her to continue without pause.
He used her like this for a good ten or so minutes before the now slick, sticky manhood slipped through her lips with a pop, leaving her gasping and breathless from the copulation despite the air feed. The man stepped back, the ever-hard cock barely moving as he appraised her body more generally, the appendage stiffening back into a standard, curving phallus once more.
