The Cyber Doll Underground: The Game
By Dr. Hotdog
When Jynn opened her eyes, she was met with a blinding white light. It was like she suddenly snapped into being, the light so bright that even closing her eyes offered no reprieve. She put her hand over her eyes and groped around with the other, feeling that she sat on a cold concrete floor. Her fingers moved over the conjoined metal links. A chain connected to the cuff on her right leg led to an iron ring anchored in the floor. The last thing she remembered was getting into a fancy black car, a man with white gloves leading her in by the hand.
An electronic buzz came from above as unseen speakers crackled to life and Jynn winced.
"Attention contestants, you have been relocated to contest grounds. From this moment onward, you are playing the game. The game you signed up for. The game you all intend to win."
"Where are we? I didn't sign up for this shit. I didn't know it was going to be hardcore-in this way!" Another woman shouted, her voice echoing off the concrete walls. Several other sets of chains rattled in the too bright room.
"You sign, you play." The voice issued through the speakers, distorted through a filter, though Jynn could still tell that the voice belonged to a woman.
"But do not be frightened and trust me, once the games start, you are going to be glad you decided to play. Now, Game Masters, you may start," the voice concluded. Jynn heard soft-soled shoes shuffling on the concrete, moving about the room unshackled. Then the blinding light dimmed.
Jynn moved her hand and blinked away the sparkling stars that still lingered in her vision. The room was indeed concrete; floor, walls, and ceiling and the blinding light had come from articulated lamps mounted on industrial tripods, several of them situated around the room to illuminate four groups of bodies. At each light stood a person in a dark cloak that completely covered their form, making musculature, or gender, impossible to tell. But the others, on the floor, each with a shackle on their leg and chained to the floor, were undeniably women.
Three women to a group lay on the floor, all blinking and squinting, their eyes recovering from the powerful lamps. Everyone was as scantily clad as the last, in only the most revealing nightwear. Even with her eyes still struggling to regain focus, she could tell that each of the women was a Phuckdoll. The highest class of genetically tailored escorts cut a shape that even the half blind could recognize. She could smell their synthetic pheromones driving harder from the fear, saturating the air with targeted chemicals to remove and inhibit aggression and violence and spur arousal, harden dicks and make brains dump oxytocin like cut brake lines.
The Phuckdolls' chemicals didn't work on other Dolls so the fear in the women remained, but at least the room now smelled like flowers and fire. Jynn eyed the cloaked figure that stood just feet away from her, to see if they were reacting to the pheromones, but if they did, they made no sign of it. Her eyes finally returning to normal working order, she turned and recognized the woman next to her. Darlinq. Her best friend, and rival in the business. Darlinq was still blinking her huge, almond-shaped eyes, and smiled with her ever-pouting lips. She had her eyes done manga-style, which had been all the rage for the last year or so. Jynn thought it looked gouache on most Dolls, but it really fit Darlinq, with her absurdly large tits and exaggerated hips along with the puffiest pussy lips she'd ever seen. Panties could never truly hide those things. She looked at her friend's mouth, DSL model lips—the Annihilators, and it all flashed back to her.
Are you the biggest slut in Old-Nu Babylon? The most hardcore warrior whore in the nine circles? Do you have what it takes to fuck your way out of any situation with poise and still leave with the money? Jynn remembered the holo-mercial flashing, pulsing eroto-fields through her eyes, making her slightly aroused and curious. Someone had spent a lot of money to pulse those kinds of signals through the air.
Sign with your Login and you may be entered to take part in the biggest secret in the competitive Phuckdoll digital marketplace. Rules agreed upon signing, no purchase necessary. Phuckdoll is a registered trademark of Baynard Pharma-Nude-icals.
She'd signed something. She remembered showing Darlinq the ad and convincing her to give her login as well. They'd been instructed to meet someone from Baynard at a hotel convention and orgy center just outside the red zone part of town. They got into that black car and then-what? Baynard had access to their macro processors. They installed most of her additional parts, after all.
They switched us all off and brought us somewhere.
Jynn thought, growing angry.
She was the one who fucked with people. No one fucked with her. Unless they paid big buckaroonies.
"Hey babe, I thought you weren't into chains and shit." Darlinq smirked, popping gum.
Where had she gotten gum?
"Are you not freaked out? What the hell is going on with this? No one switches off Jynn without her permission!" Jynn grumbled, sitting up straight on the concrete floor and adjusting her left breast, her pierced nipple poking out from behind the inch wide leather strap of her bra. It was basically suspenders with a few extra straps and tactical rigging for that sexy mili-tech style the boys and girls really loved those days. And the harnesses helped to control the incredible sway of her Big Naturalz model tits. More real than real-Big Naturalz! Biggly and Jiggly.
"What are you talking about, you dumb slut? You signed up for this shit," Darlinq smacked and gestured broadly to the other dolls in the room, "We all signed up for this. Don't you know what this is? I thought you'd be wet and ready."
Jynn shrugged and wrinkled her nose. That's why she hated getting her software rebooted. It was worse than a blackout.
"We're in the Phuckdoll Underground stadium. This is a holo porn shoot, you ding dong!" Darlinq said and snapped her gum. She smiled and primped at her hair, pushing up the big curly locks of her bubblegum hair.
"But stop with that sour face. You're going to make me look bad. It is all fake, you know, it's just for appearances. Everything is being synthesized and recorded. Get sexy, bitch. Now!" Darlinq hissed through her smile.
"The only subscribers to stuff like this are high, high rollers."
Jynn's mouth curled into a fantastic smile, and her cheeks flushed with excitement. The sweet excitement that only high end Dolls could muster.
The most hardcore warrior whore in the nine circles? Do you have what it takes to fuck your way out of any situation with poise and still leave with the money?
"I knew that would get you wet." Darlinq smirked and gave her a wink. "I love that stupid little slutty smile of yours."
There was more to this than just money. There was stardom at the top of this competition. Rich bastards from every dark, perverse niche of the planet made their way to Old-Nu Babylon for stuff like this.
I am that whore! She thought.
"On your feet, whores!" the cloaked figure suddenly boomed. Again, the voice was a distorted female voice. Shapely breasts and hips were just barely hidden by the cloak, now that Jynn's eyes had regained the ability to focus. Jynn leapt to her feet, eyeing the cloak. Their face hid behind a fine, black mesh. She couldn't make out any details, but she could see the unmistakable flicker of small lights and sensors behind the dark veil. Full spectrum recorders. Darlinq was right. It was just all a show. And while the voice sounded ominous, the sensual figure barely obstructed by the black cloth and hood lessened the effect.
"The first task is to escape your bindings. Together, you must work to free yourselves by solving the puzzle box. The key to your escape is inside. Come together to free yourselves." The buxom cloaked figure growled through their synth vox-box. And at that, a hatch slid open in the floor between the girls and up from a recess lifted a metal box. It slid up into place and stopped with a metallic clang. Jynn looked around the chamber to see two other boxes at the other groups. All constructed of the trademark matte black metal of Corpo-Military gear. The box was about the size of a standard refrigerator and had no indicators, lights, doors, levers or otherwise to give away its purpose.
"They're really pulling out all the stops with this," Jynn said under her breath. "Someone is spending money on tech."
Her mouth watered at the thought of the high rollers watching her right now. Money, power, and the altered bodies of the rich and famous really turned her on. Jynn had no problem calling herself a Starfucker. It was, after all, the dream of Phuckdolls; a metamorphosis from pay to play working girl to full-time knob polisher to a rockstar or some super tech Trillionaire. "Let's do this," she said, morphing her face to the max attractiveness settings, looking into the recorders behind the cloaked veil.
"What the hell are we supposed to do with a refrigerator?" The third doll in their group asked in a snotty tone. Jynn recognized the brat. Cherry Yuki was her name. She was small and always dressed as some form of school girl. Micro skirts and skin tight collared shirts cut just shorter than any non-Doll would wear outside the bedroom. The recognition made her heart sink. She looked between Darlinq, her dear but oh-so-quixotic friend, and Cherry Yuki; one of the most irksome girls she knew. She was hot and pulled big numbers on her streams and in the sheets, but talking to her was like conversing with one of those cheap chatbots they installed in kids' toys.
"It's not a refrigerator, you goon. It's a puzzle box. Don't you ever listen? Is that something that Johns pay you for? Like a fetish for guys that like 'em slow?" Darlinq snarked.
Lyme just stuck out her tongue and gave Darkinq a lime-green-nailed finger. She was more than used to everyone talking to her like that. Jynn had to give it to her though, she didn't fight back; she took it with a smile on her cute face. Which was a major source of her income and minor online fame.
"For this test. We have deactivated your pheromones for this test. You must complete this trial without relying on that technological crutch of your kind.
"Now, begin."
"That's stupid. Why would we need to use pheromones to solve a puzzle?" Cherry Yuki asked no one in particular. She curled her sleek black hair, twirling her finger and eyeing the black box. Jynn strode forward, the metal blades of her stilettos clicking on the concrete.
Why would having our pheromones deactivated make this puzzle more difficult?
