I am Jack Z, the infamous bounty hunter based on the lunar colony, and I had found myself in a large, dirty spot of problem. To say it plainly, I was in a suitcase and some enhanced hoodlum had chopped of my legs and my arms with a brutal, unregistered chainsaw whip.
It wasn't the first time for me and years ago I replaced my limbs with insensitive plastic parts, cheaper and lighter than the metal variety. The spam that came with the control chip in my head informed me that the metal variety, for twice of the already outrageous price, would have held under the whipping fangs. Thank you very much.
A brain augmented gorilla, owned by the pierced chainsaw freak, carried the suitcase and I was on my armless side, uncomfortable but at least my arm wasn't asleep. I had learned to see the positive side as a uranium X miner back in the days, before I took up the role of bounty hunter.
Before I lost my limbs I had been the sexiest law enforcer according to the weekly lunar colony pulp magazine, a great honour which got me into both sweet, and sour, spots. The lunar pussy was famous for its ferocity and a lesser man would have cried for far less. But I didn't cry about it, it was a duty. Now I was the sexiest torso and head on the lunar colony.
Of course I knew who had ordered the hit on me. It could be no other than my nemesis, the sexiest outlaw (voted for in the very same magazine) on the stellar body, Lily B. Lily B... All of the bounty hunters had heard of her, and all feared her in their work profession and worshipped her in their fantasies.
With her shiny, grey, rubbsteel skin she robbed banks of their space credits with her gang of crazy moon people.
Because of the skin she always showed up completely naked for her crimes and if was a lovely sight to see her naked glory spray super speed calibre rounds from her two twelve round revolvers as she emptied a room full of guards. As she killed she often had little orgasms.
Geez, that body... Those hips and breasts... And feet too... Even in my current, dangerous situation I could browse through my saved pictures on my brain drive. I especially studied the ones from her arrest.
I was the first, and only, one to capture her and I had my fun with her before I turned her in for the reward. At first she didn't want to but I managed to bio-hack my way into her pussy and when she was drenched I fucked her for several hours before I spurted my load in her. The video of that incident had made me into a web star over a night. I chuckled for myself as the suitcase bumped on. She probably remembered the thing, I thought with a frown.
When the suitcase stopped its arrhythmic motions I didn't notice it at first. It was only when I heard the sultry voice of Lily B that I started to focus on my surroundings outside my dark box. Strong base vibrations came from the floor. It was probably some kind of nightclub. A basic, electric smell told me of the usual drugs among the higher class of outlaws. This was Lily B turf, not some lower criminal's.
A large movement and a thump, I landed on my back and the suitcase opened above me and I put on my cool face as I stared up at Lily B who smiled her sharp toothed smile down at me. Her teeth could spit poison of several kinds, like a cobra, and that was something that many of the younger bounty hunters hadn't kept in their heads. Then they died in ugly ways. Even the cute ones... She turned to the duo that had turned me in.
"Nice job," she said. "You can collect the bounty downstairs."
The pair nodded and left the room and Lily B stroked her blue, plastic hair in a relaxed way before she turned her hands on me. She stroked my scarred, muscled body with hard, bruise causing motions and I smiled at her. Even though her hands were synthetic they were quite soft.
Luckily my cock was controlled by me and wouldn't grow for her before I wanted it to.
"Happy to see me, Lily B?" I asked and the stopped her probing and stared into my eyes.
"Happy to see you at my mercy, Jack Z," she said. "The bounty was huge... But so worth it." She bit her lower lip carefully.
"As if the two will survive the night?" I asked and she laughed in an insane, but erotic, way.
"Of course not," she answered, "but I always pay at least. If they can't protect themselves? Well, no big loss."
"I wouldn't say," I said, "they handled themselves better than your goons."
She didn't answer me and started to walk around the room. She grabbed a tangle of black plastic wires and needles that I recognized.
"Say, Lily B," I started, "isn't that a bio-hacker?"
