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?
