[WIP] Compromised
CONTENT WARNINGS
This document is heavily kink related and contains references to hypnosis, loss of control and dubious consent.
$ Alarm! 15:00 $ Fully Charged $ Initializing Sensors $ Good Afternoon Kaitty $ You have 1 Appointment Today (Technosexual, 22:00)
Kaitty rolled over in her bed, her eyes slowly opened and her bedroom swam into view.
A tidy affair, bed in one corner, workstation in another next to a window. Her window to the digital world next to her window to the physical. It was a comfortable setup, and she had a decent view out over New Bright City. A tall cupboard contained racks of clothing, another spare parts and components for her heavily augmented body.
She slid into a sitting position and disconnected the charging cables from her neural interface.
Standing she stretched on her way up, the servos in her arms and legs whining slightly as they reinitialised and calibrated themselves ready for a new day. Padding over to her workstation she tapped a key on the keyboard to wake it, the screens lighting up and providing an instant reminder of the events of 10 hours ago. A long chat and control log from the client that had been controlling her for their own amusement sat open on one panel, the other displayed a gallery of the various lewd acts she had been performing for them throughout the night.
Nudging her chair with her hips she sat down, and scrolled through the logs again, her free hand idly stroking her stiffening cock as she did so.
Letting someone take near-full control of your body for their own amusement was a great thrill for some. For Kaitty it was her biggest thrill, and it made her a decent amount of cash too.
"Good drone, no thoughts, only pleasure..." they'd said to her, over and over and over again.
"No thoughts, only pleasure..." she muttered to herself, a wave of bliss washed over her.$ ALERT! MANTRA DETECTED! DISENGAGE!
Kaitty shook her head and her eyes snapped away from the screen. It was very easy to let herself drift back into a drone-like mindset if she wasn't keeping herself alert. Her home-brew security software was there to protect her from just that.
She pulled her hand away from between her legs, she'd already started oozing pre and her fingers were tacky from it.
"OK, deal with this, shower, get some coding done for work, head to the club..." she said aloud, getting her plans straight in her head before her attention returned to her workstation. She saved and closed the logs before she caught herself reading them again and switched over to something a little more traditionally pornographic.
Kaitty lived a short walk from The Technosexual, and in a decent part of the city. Not a lot of anti-cyborg sentiment from her neighbours, but that didn't stop her bundling up in concealing clothing when she went out. Her body was built for fine-control, finesse, and, admittedly, sex-appeal. It was not designed for combat, not that she'd want to get into a fight anyway.
Head down, hood up, music on, ignore the world. It made her look a bit like a high-school goth, fortunately it was a style she could pull off when moving around.
Vera greeted her at the door with a smile, as always. Although Kaitty only worked occasionally, her soft shape, smooth movements and charming demeanour tended to draw a crowd. She loved dancing, and she loved the attention. A very different kind of attention than her other exhibition. Still felt good. She could let herself drift away as people cheered for her, focus on other things.
"You with us until close tonight Kaitty?" Vera asked as they walked towards the lounge, the club quiet as staff buzzed about preparing for the night ahead.
"Y-yeah. I will be. Been looking forward to it all week!" Kaitty smiled at her, mind already buzzing, thinking about the night ahead.
"You know that you can come and perform more often, if you'd like?" Vera smiled back as they approached the staff room.
"I know, yeah. I just have a lot of other things on." Kaitty paused a moment before continuing, "But I'll let you know right away if that ever changes!"
They parted ways, Vera heading over to the bar to check stock, Kaitty stepping into the staff room to change out of her street clothes.
Kaitty examined herself in the mirror, her glowing eyes shifting and flickering as she scanned herself up and down.
Her purple fur and hair was fluffy and unkempt, but clean. The armour plating on her chest linked cleanly with her prosthetic arms, she stretched them and checked their actuation, no issues detected. Her stomach fluffy and soft, a white flash of fur amidst a sea of lilac, she'd not gone full cyborg but had been considering it, she did enjoy tummy rubs though. Legs and hips, again purple and armour-plated, she bounced on the balls of her feet checking control and movement, all good as well. Her eyes slid over to her exposed crotch, also still fully organic, she was soft at the moment, but arousal would doubtless set in once she was out on stage.
Her OLED impregnated leotard was a tight, yet comfortable fit, it always felt good sliding into it, her package producing a noticeable bulge in the fabric between her legs. It covered her crotch, stomach and chest armour, but it left her arms and legs fully exposed. People came to The Technosexual for the cyborg dancers, best to keep the goods on show.
The suit leotard flickered as she interfaced with it, a shimmer of rainbow light streamed across it as she checked she had control over it. All tests passed she loaded her default program onto it, its colour shifting to closely match her own fur patterns, the overall effect made her look practically nude but with an added artificial glow.$ Self Diagnostic... OK!$ Suit Interface... OK!$ Loading Routines... OK!$ READY!
The Technosexual was busy tonight, large groups of people, cyborg and organic alike milled around, every stage had at least ten or twenty patrons crowded around it, drinking, eating, cheering. Kaitty revelled in it as she acted out her graceful and smooth performance, each motion carefully synchronized to the music pounding throughout the club. Soothing, hypnotic, it could almost slip someone into a trance if they weren't careful.
Her mind wandered, her body mostly rhythmically executing her dance routine without her input. The leotard glowed and cycled various mesmerizing patterns in time with the beat of the music. Her audience was captivated. She needed to pick up some cereal at the shops on her way home, that 24 hour micro-mart would be the best place to stop. That coding problem for her day job ran through her internal compiler a few times, that was solved, good. A quick scan for the local network and she started uploading it to her workstation at home.$ WARNING! REMOTE ACCESS ATTEMPT DETECTED$ INITIATING BACKTRACE
"Oh here we go..." she muttered to herself, her body still deftly executing her dance routine as her mind and neural interface worked on this intrusion.$ ROUTE DETECTED, ISOLATING... FAILED!$ DEPLOYING COUNTERMEASURES... FAILED!$ TERMINATING NETWORK INTERFACES... FAILED!# DRONE IS DRONE, DRONE IS PLEASURE, DRONE IS DRONE, DRONE IS PLEASURE# DRONE IS DRONE, DRONE IS PLEASURE, DRONE IS DRONE, DRONE IS PLEASURE
Her eyes glazed over, her mind raced, her body danced. The attack was coming back down her uplink to her workstation at home.$ WARNING! MANTRA DETECTED! DRONE IS DRONE$ WARNING! MANTRA DETECTED! DRONE IS PLEASURE# DRONE IS DRONE, DRONE IS PLEASURE
"Drone is drone, drone is pleasure..." she muttered, her glazed over expression intensifying as the mantra took hold.# Hello there Drone, I enjoyed our session last night so much, I thought I'd leave you a little present!# A small backdoor program in your neural interface. Then I saw you dancing here, and I just had to activate it right away!
Her eyes frantically scanned the crowd as the room swam around her, someone... anyone... a man... an indistinct shape amidst a sea of indistinct shaped... holding a PDA and smiling at her... She had to stop him.$ Disengaging dance routine, returning control...# Oh! Thank you Drone! That pesky autonomous routine was stopping me from taking full control!$ WARNING! REMOTE CONTROL ROUTINE INITIATED
Kaitty dropped to her knees, her leotard's light show stopped, and she sat still for a moment. The room swam around her, her heart pounded in her chest, why was this so... exciting...
She felt her rapidly growing erection press against her suit, this wasn't an external instruction, she was so turned on.
Music continued to pound around her, the crowd gazed on, was this part of the routine?# Looks like I've got full control of my new favourite toy now! Let's see what you can do for me Drone.# Drone is drone, and drone is pleasure
"Drone is drone, drone is pleasure..." she muttered out loud, she couldn't help it.# Drone wants to expose itself to its adoring crowd.
Her hands slid up her body, running over the bulge in the crotch of her leotard, up her tummy, her chest, to her shoulders. She lifted the straps and pulled them aside, slowly lowering the leotard down.
Exposing her chest, her stomach, her throbbing and dripping cock.# Good drone.
A wave of pleasure washed over her immediately, her cock twitching more in response.# Drone is drone, drone is pleasure# Stand and expose yourself to the whole crowd
"Drone is drone, drone is pleasure..." not a mutter this time, she could barely keep her eyes on anything, the room floated around her as her mind switched off. No need for thoughts or concerns, just pleasure.
She stood slowly, her leotard falling between her feet. Stepping out of it she pressed her back against the poll on the stage, and lifted herself slightly.
The confusion in the crowd was replaced with a mix of cheers and aroused growling, so exciting.# Good drone.# Listen to your adoring fans, the lustful crowd# Drone is drone, drone is pleasure# Drone exists to perform for others
"Drone is drone, drone is pleasure, drone performs for others." the words practically came out as a moan, resuming her dance routine she made sure to expose every inch of flesh, metal and polycarbonate to anyone that even remotely glanced over at her.# Very good drone# So graceful# So sexy# So aroused
"Drone is drone..." she moaned again, her routine executing with the same grace and finesse as it had before.
Leon sighed, the bar had been busy, and as much as he loved his job it could be very socially exhausting. Lowering himself to the ground he took a quick stock of the contents of the bar, all was well. He tapped some stock numbers into his PDA, and then he heard the tone of the crowd change. Normally a loud, but subdued murmur, it was replaced with cheers, growls and hoots.
Poking his head over the bar he scanned across the club, his eyes locked onto Kaitty's stage. She was hanging off her poll, butt naked and didn't look to be all there in the slightest.
"Kaitty! Kaitty!" his voice was drowned out by the music and the shouting, she wouldn't have heard him anyway.
Sticking up a "Be right back sign" he slipped out from behind the bar and jogged up towards her stage to try and get her attention. Nothing, it was like her mind just wasn't there.
"Drone is drone, drone is pleasure..." he heard her moan out as she lowered herself down her poll.
"Shit." he grumbled, turning on heel and jogging into the staff room. Cyborgs malfunction, sure, but this was no malfunction.
Wrenching his toolkit out of his locker he dug through it to find his neural interface overrider. Not the nicest piece of hardware, but essential in an emergency. He was going to need to knock out her neural interface before she came to any serious harm.
(This document is a WIP and may change at any time)