(Ainsley POV)
I stared straight ahead, calmly turning my eyes to monitor the street that I was assigned. The Virtual Intelligence program flooded my right eye with an employee information file each time I saw someone's face. Age, sex, marital status, background prior to employment, employment history, and criminal infractions. Everything compiled by the Human Analytics Department that operated within this station read across my vision as I stood attention over this habitation module.
My lungs pushed my chest walls outward, causing my breasts to press against my tight uniform. High Command within the company refused armed patrols for general security. I lacked any other clothing, so I was dressed in my tight light-armor uniform that I wore under my security armor. The leathery, black material left little to imagination. There was a time where I would have been embarrassed at wearing such clothes in public, but thinking back on how I used to be just made my brain itch.
It was a standard uniform, so my VI didn't see any issues and raise headache inducing alarms within my head. I stood at attention, feeling almost nothing when the occasional passerby walked down the street and viewed my form. Most only ogled my breasts for a moment before turning their head away after viewing my cybernetic arm and leg. The Alpha-Ware cybernetic limbs were a 'gift' from the company for services rendered, when I got fatally wounded in battle. They got me to sign a consent form that I still didn't remember signing, which allowed them to treat my grievous injuries with both conventional medicine and cutting-edge cybernetics.
The surgery saved my life, replacing the lost limbs and organs with cybernetic equivalents. The only issue is that the consent form I signed stated that I agreed to being a debt slave under the mega-corp until I could pay off the staggering cost of the cybernetic enhancements.
I couldn't determine if I was thankful or angry at my situation. If I thought about it too deeply, the VI implanted in my head would make me perform a system diagnostic. It was my 'governor' so to speak. The contract stated that it would remain in my head until my debt was paid. The annoying piece of tech was able to inject thoughts into my brain, making sure I followed orders and didn't go on a cyber-psychotic rampage. I never got such thoughts, despite what the popular rumors about the rare body-enhancing tech stated. It mostly just cooled my anger that I felt when some drunk got a little too bold.
My enhanced olfactory receptors detected the scent of alcohol emanating from the group of 3 men that had just turned the corner onto the relatively unoccupied street. My face scowled behind my full helmet as I recognized the man in the front. He was animatedly talking to the two men behind him. He has been coming by every Friday, when I was posted to this street, in order to feel me up.
"I'll prove it to you guys, this cyborg babe is super docile! I think that she got some brain matter replaced as well." The VI awakened in my mind from the anger it detected. The man's words hit closer to home than I would like to admit. There had been brain damage from the explosion, but I passed all my neurological exams after the cyber surgery, so I tried to ignore the anger. I immediately felt a cool sensation dominate my mind, cooling the rising anger as the smirking man stopped in front of me. Despite wanting to tell him off, words flowed from my mouth based off of the VI programming.
"Can I help you, Employee #C34-876?" My voice listed off his designation number, C34 referred to maintenance employees that worked with electrical generation within the station. His two friends were from the same group, indicating that they all worked together. I grit my teeth as much as the VI would allow as I felt his hand rest against my lower stomach. The suit I wore allowed for conduction based information transfer throughout my body. That made it work marvelously with a fully equipped armored combat suit, but it also provided no insulation. The warmth of his hand was transferred into my belly as he rubbed me. I couldn't bring myself to slap his hand away, so I waited for him to post a query.
"Yeah, can you tell me how your shift is going? See anything that us lowly employees should be concerned about?" Words left my mouth, responding to his questions as he explored my body. VI technology was advanced and could be used to make hundreds of split-second decisions in an instant. However, it wasn't human, so it couldn't think. After it suppressed my anger, it witnessed the man molesting me and since I'm not rejecting his advances, it doesn't see a crime being committed. The stupid program didn't account for its own tampering with my brain, preventing my resistance. Sighing, I answered each question as he got more bold, his palms grabbing large handfuls of my breasts. He gave my chest one last squeeze before turning and doing a mock bow to his friends.
The two men laughed with obvious desire marking their faces. One of his friends walked up to me, resulting in me greeting him as well. He didn't bother talking to me, grabbing my boobs roughly and doing whatever he wanted. Standing on the street without talking unfortunately wasn't a crime, and the VI didn't let me report the man. The other guy walked behind me, grabbing my clothed ass and spreading my cheeks. I tightened my grip on my cybernetic arm that was clasped behind my back, waiting for them to finish their fun. I could feel my face flush from the treatment. I was glad that despite being so thoroughly replaced with machine parts, I could still feel arousal and cum. I just wished it wasn't at the hands of three drunk men. The man mauling my breasts panted, reaching up for the zipper near my neck.
"H-Hey man, don't go too far. Let's avoid causing trouble." The man tried to warn his friend against taking it a step further. The lust-filled drunkard didn't take his advice, gripping my zipper and pulling it down to just below my mammaries. My large breasts burst from my uniform. I groaned as the VI automatically charged my account 25 credits for indecent exposure. That was an hour of work gone, money that now didn't go into buying my freedom back. The rage was cooled by the hateful VI, causing the man on my chest to resume his actions. Despite all the fatal injuries that I had sustained, my boobs were almost completely untouched. My freckled tits ended in bright pink nipples, and he took a great liking to them as he pulled and twisted my boobs.
I heard a zip from behind me, swiftly followed by a very warm thing entering my hand. The man pulled my hand from its hold on my cybernetic limb, wrapping my fingers around his cock. I regretted not wearing my gloves today, as I felt his slimy, precum covered penis mark my hand. I wanted to crush his cock in my fist, but the VI prevented the action. All I managed was a tighter grip on his penis, resulting in a groan against my back. Getting a prompt from the VI, I spoke to the employee.
"Employee #C34-941, you have been charged 25 credits for indecent exposure. If you fail to cover your genitalia within 30 minutes, you will be charged again at a compounding rate." I inwardly groaned, my words were practically an invitation to continue. I wish the law was worded better, as he fucked my hand for the low price of 25 credits. Reviewing the laws, I furrowed my brow when I realized ejaculating in public wasn't any different from indecent exposure. Sighing, I returned my attention to my breasts. Looking at the man slobbering and licking my nipples, I hoped he would finish soon. Otherwise, I would be charged for continued indecent exposure. The man looked up at my covered face, grinning as he bit down on my nipple. I shuddered from the pain, thankful that my VI immediately burst into action.
"Employee #C34-795, causing damage to Helion-Research Corporation property will result in punitive fines based upon damage inflicted." The man looked up at me, startled from my first words that even hinted at rejection. He removed his mouth from my nipple, staring at me before looking at my breast. He smiled, gripping my boob and tilting it upwards in an embarrassing fashion, showing me my own nipple. Staring at it, I sighed as automatic words came from my mouth.
