Naomi laid in Max's bed, staring quietly up at the ceiling. Each rise and fall of her chest felt like it was sending a soft shudder through her whole body. She felt wet and hot, coated in sweat and burned up from the long fucking. Her whole body felt pleasantly exhausted.
More important than the sex itself, though, was her mind. Her thoughts for the moment were freed up, able to focus completely on the question of Lieri without any inhibition from old memories of sharing Donny Boghan's cock, of fighting her best friend for more of it, of gladly and pathetically humiliating herself for that bastard at Lieri's encouragement. They were just idle thoughts that could be battered aside, not fantasies driving her to distraction.
Lieri. She had been on Mars, working alongside Lieri. Nominally, they were trying to root out synarchist cells. It made sense. The Final State had once occupied the Belt, Mars, and the aerostats of Venus, acting with complete impunity while humanity's military forces were confined to Earth. Their sympathizers still existed; military force could not disprove an ideology, and the Teaching Signal wasn't true mind control, merely a coercive sort of open-mindedness. If she had been their intelligence services, she would have been working overtime to cultivate sympathizers in Sol (and elsewhere), since a conventional conquest was obviously off the table.
In reality, of course, the pair of them were nothing but Donny Boghan's slaves, aiding him in his plots. His goal wasn't the protection of Sol, Earth, the United Nations, or America. It was his own self-aggrandizement, his own misogynistic power fantasies, where he would dominate some polity, somewhere large enough, powerful enough, that the rest of the galaxy would have to put up with him getting his dick wet with an endless bevy of brainwashed, fat-titted slaves.
It was on Mars that she had broken free from his control. There had been no extended prelude: no quiet voice in the back of her head that finally drowned out the changes, no slow twisting of her mind as it popped back into its proper shape. It was a feeling of unease, that something was wrong. In her state at the time, hadn't even thought of it as related to him. The directionless paranoia had been directed outward. Something must have been wrong about the mission, some danger she couldn't identify.
She needed to take her master away from the situation, to keep him safe - it was that sort of thinking that had been at the forefront of her mind at that point. Lieri had snapped at her for her insubordination for questioning orders, and she'd been afraid when her master had pulled her away, claiming to want to speak to her alone.
Not fear of him as a cruel, sadistic rapist, of course. Fear that she had made him unhappy with her. That wasn't even the brainwashing, if she was being honest - if she actually cared about a guy, she'd always wind up turning into an anxious wreck whenever he expressed the slightest disapproval of her.
Donny had dragged her into some alley, and when he'd ordered her to stick her hands against the wall and push out her ass... well, she'd hesitated, but she had done it. Her only concern had been that somebody would find them, that they should do it in a more private spot, a safer spot...
It was the feeling of his cock rubbing against her lower lips that had been the thing to overcome his control. That momentary press of overwhelming anxiety - about the situation, about his feelings for her - against intense arousal and pleasure. She'd lashed out with a kick on raw instinct, slamming one foot into his sternum as hard as she could. He'd tumbled backwards, falling against the ground, but he had a gun and she didn't. A microsecond to calculate, and she'd chosen to run rather than to kill him.
He'd shot at her retreating back, but he'd missed.
She didn't know if she'd hit him hard enough to fuck up his aim, or if it had been on purpose...
You're my favorite, Naomi. I love you the most, you know?
He'd told her that often, but never when Lieri was around. A lie he told both of them? Or a truth he told only her? The Naomi under his brainwashing believed it. The real Naomi... wasn't even sure it was a lie.
It didn't matter. If he loved her (in whatever sick, twisted way that someone like him was capable of loving someone), that would just make it easier to kill him.
She was unable to make a proper report to NATO command, for one simple reason: while under his brainwashing, she had intentionally and knowingly produced reams of incriminating evidence at Donny's behest. She'd been happy to help him in whatever way he wished. He'd recorded her explaining in detail troop movements, spacecraft movements, giving recommendations on when and where to hit if you wanted to take out NATO craft. Some of them, she was sure, corresponded to real hits on NATO vessels, by 'pirates' affiliated with Donny Boghan himself.
She had made her way to their actual target: General Beatrice Kushan, a high-ranking Indian-Martian officer who Donny had hoped to turn into the same sort of twisted sex slave as he had done to Lieri and Naomi. She had found a place that she could monitor for Donny's arrival, and was ready to shoot him the moment she caught sight of him.
He never arrived.
On the contrary, as far as NATO and US high command were concerned, the three of them were MIA. All three had simply vanished on the same day, with reports of a gunshot around the last time and place they were seen making them believe that the synarchist cells had gotten to them.
Donny was a smart man. He had run rather than risk exposure and/or death at her hands.
Now, with all the galaxy to hide in...?
She would find him.
She would. She'd already made plenty of contacts. She'd personally killed a half-dozen of Donny's subordinates, and helped take out even more members of his little Neo Terra group. The line of breadcrumbs she was following to track her down had led her here, to Zaun. A 'married couple', fitting Donny and Lieri's description, had arrived on Piltover six months ago. There was no further record of them. She expected that they'd already left; most likely, they'd left through Zaun, changing identities again to try to shake her tail. She needed to find out exactly where they had gone next, so she could track them down. So she could kill Donny and rescue Lieri. Her oldest and best friend.
Lieri, shoving Naomi to one side to get at their master's cock, Naomi screaming back at her, the two shoving at one another, Donny's cock throbbing in the air in front of them as he enjoyed watching the two friends reduced to desperate fucktoys who would fight for his dick.
She didn't know if Donny knew that she was hunting her, but she did know that she would find him, and she would kill him, no matter what it took...
One hand went to her belly.
She was pregnant. It wasn't just any child, either. Max was a very attractive, very kind man. They barely knew each other, so she could hardly say she loved him... but he seemed like a good person. In some other life, she could imagine them meeting and dating and having some normal relationship. Even in this one, the fact that she could now masturbate to something other than Donny was a genuine blessing that she'd always be thankful for, no matter what else happened with Max.
Max had work to do, and she'd interrupted it, coming over, telling him about their pregnancy, begging him to fuck her. That was why, after he'd gotten done fucking her, he hadn't cuddled with her, but gone back to work, leaving her to take a nap on the bed. The mere thought of complaining about that brought a certain emotional volatility with it, a quiet anger at herself at fucking up, just like she'd felt after a half-dozen failed relationships.
Her toes could wiggle, and she wiggled them for a while, until she could gather up the mental energy to roll onto her side, and then out of the bed altogether. Her legs were a little wobbly from his thorough fucking, but she made her way wandered into his bathroom, turning on the shower and just collapsing against the wall, letting warm water cascade over her naked body, shuddering beneath its assault.
If she tried to think about where she'd be in ten years, her brain stuttered, just refusing, and she knew why: she probably wouldn't be alive in ten years. This chase across lightyears of space would probably end with her dead, or - even worse - turned back into Donny's overeager sex slave. She shuddered at that thought, closing her eyes and instead imagining Max. His big, gorgeous, masculine cock... the vision of it, throbbing just in front of her face... her memories offering forth its delicious scent, sweet and succulent, her mouth watering with the recollection...
She slid one hand down to her cunt.
Masturbation was her constant companion, ever since the Jasant, but at least now, she could masturbate to something other than Donny Boghan.
After a couple orgasms in the shower, she got dressed again. She wrote Max a note and left him in peace, the man still wearing a VR helmet and working hard, oblivious to her presence or absence.
She wondered if, after her mission was done, maybe there could be something between them beyond just sex and a shared child. Maybe something more... real.
She smacked herself in the head for that. She shouldn't be getting ahead of herself and start creating ridiculous romantic fantasies with a guy she barely knew.
* * *
Naomi was doing some pull-ups when her tablet gave the quiet beep of a text, so she didn't stop. She could answer it once the reps were done. It rang again just a couple reps later - and then a digitized female voice came out of it. "I know you're there, Naomi Evans."
That definitely wasn't what it was supposed to be doing. She dropped to the floor and approached the tablet. The screen wasn't black, nor was it displaying its normal locked expression. It was, instead, showing off a pink, digital skull icon. Sombra. A name she'd heard, both in her time as Donny's sex slave, and in her time chasing him - a collection of black hat hackers. The best of the best, supposedly, but they'd disappeared into the ether a few years back. Presumably, having gotten enough money to retire to the Caribbean and live lives of luxury.
It was probably someone using their name.
"I'm here," she said, looking down at the tablet. "If you're whose face you're wearing-"
A feminine laugh interrupted her. "Are people pretending to be me, back on Earth?"
"No, not as far as I know. You've been quiet for years."
"Exactly. Nobody's that stupid."
"You know what I'm looking for, then."
"I do. Man and woman. Married couple. Jacob and Vanessa Duke. Except they both match the description of one Donny Boghan and Lieri Bishop, two MIA officers of the United States and United Kingdom, respectively. Am I right?"
"Yes. What do you want?"
"What do you have to offer?"
"I have money-"
"Girlfriend. I have money. That's why I retired to a quiet little podunk asteroid."
"I assumed something had brought you here."
"Yes. A desire for a quiet life. I have enough money to live off dividends here, quite literally, forever. I've started up on that hobby of 'prepping,' you know? I figure a rimward asteroid will be safest if the world ends."
"Fine. You hold all the cards, you know everything-"
"I don't know everything," Sombra said. "I want to know one thing. Why did you do it?"
Naomi's jaw locked. "Do what?"
"You and Lieri were both working alongside Donny Boghan, before whatever happened on Mars. What happened on Mars? What made you work with him in the first place?"
"If I tell you, will you tell me where Donny went?"
Another laugh from Sombra. "Fair enough, girlfriend." A kiss mark appeared on the tablet, like a blown kiss through cyberspace. "I can get you that information. I'm just trying to decide what I'd like from you. Oh. You got a new boyfriend, didn't you?"
Naomi felt her cheeks burn at that question. "I do not have a boyfriend." Just the damned question made her stupid, immature, overly emotional brain start to wonder if maybe Max could be her boyfriend, one day. She wanted to hit herself in the head for being an overly-emotional idiot, but instead she just tightened her fists.
"Ah. I got confused, I guess. You called Maximillian Mars Stat, PhD, who lives at Forward Alcove, Room 94. When the Enforcers knocked on his door, he was fucking some slut and in his undies. I guess that slut was some other girl, though, and your eDNA got on the inside of his room by happenstance. My mistake."
There was a long silence. The skull remained placid on her tablet's screen, vivid neon pink against a black backdrop. Naomi, though, was an experienced professional. This was a classic interrogation technique, one she'd used herself, back in the day. You just remained silent and let the awkwardness eventually provoke the other person to speak.
The downside of her knowing it, and Sombra trying to use it, was that she just stared quietly at the tablet for a full minute before Sombra finally gave up. "Alright, not the type to kiss and tell, I get it."
"Just say what you want."
"Tell me what he's like."
"And you'll give me the intel if I do that?"
"No. Consider it one payment of three."
"What will the other two be?"
"Honestly, I'm undecided, girlfriend. I already know where the Duke couple went off to, so it won't be arduous. But once I tell you, you'll be gone, and even I can't call you from another star, so I'll have to get my payment first."
"I can come back."
"We both know that you might be dead or in prison by the time you finish your job, girlfriend," Sombra said. "Now, what's Dr. Stat like?"
"I don't know him that well."
"Bzzt! Wrong answer. If you have to, go march right back to his room and interview him. Otherwise, tell me what you know."
"He seems nice." The tablet now contained a finger, making a circular 'get on with it' motion. Naomi sighed. "Genuinely, he seems really nice. Like, if I was to describe him offhand, that's the word I'd use. Nice. Earnest. A good boy. A big puppy dog. Acts young for his age, I think, but it's been a while since I was in my thirties."
"And in the sack?"
Naomi flushed at that. "Fuck you."
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, girlfriend. You can kiss and tell. It's for a good cause. If he's such a good boy, he'd understand."
"He's..." Naomi sighed. "He's incredible. I've had a lot of partners, and by far, he's the best. It makes me feel... good. Better. Healthier. More myself, just to be beneath him." She didn't want to go into all the details of her life, but saying anything less than that would be dishonest. "Is that enough? Do you need to know how big his dick is, too?" There was silence for a long moment, which meant the answer was yes. "I didn't measure, but it was very long and large. Probably a full foot long. It's the nicest-looking dick I've ever seen."
"Great. Great. Question one complete," Sombra said. "My first wish of three granted. I'll call you later, girlfriend." Her tablet appeared to instantly return to sleep mode, the digital pink skull icon vanishing as well. She reached down for it, idly stroking her fingers across the surface, and there was no sign of any tampering.
She sighed, hard powering it off and popping out the battery. She didn't like being spied on.
* * *
Vivi was on her hands and knees, the quiet buzz of a vibe attached to her clit sending gentle waves of pleasure through her whole body. She was still cosplaying as Amarachi, though she was no longer wearing skinny jeans or panties, just a virgin killer sweater that was dipping low, leaving her breasts in that tasteful liminal zone where you could or couldn't see her nipples depending on angle.
Olivia wasn't looking at her, though, but instead staring at her computer screen. Her legs were kicked up on Vivi's back as she used her sex slave as a footrest. She'd been emotionally distant ever since Vivi had admitted to getting drunk and slutting it up without permission.
Oh, Olivia still loved her, of course! That was obvious. She still came up with new things to do, new ways to demean and use Vivi, but now there was a certain coldness to her more sadistic acts. It was hard to put a finger on it, but there was a quiet neediness to her actions ever since. When she'd crawl into bed to sleep, she treated Vivi like a big comfort pillow, not a cuddlebuddy. Vivi was confident they'd work through this, and that Olivia would forgive her (eventually).
"You talk to any of those folks since the one night stand, puta?" Olivia asked at last.
"No, Mistress! I would tell you if I so much as saw one of them out and about, I promise! I'm really sorry!"
"I know you are, puta, I know you are," Olivia said, with a long sigh, tilting her head back and staring up at the ceiling. "I'm thinking of moving."
"Ehh?" Vivi was surprised. "But you picked this station out on purpose, Mistress!" She actually felt herself tear up a bit - their endless retirement together, ruined by Vivi's infidelity? "You really don't have to move! I can stay here all day until-!"
"It actually ain't about you, puta," Olivia said. "The guy you fucked is an archaeologist. I checked out some of his work." Oh, God, Vivi really had screwed up, Olivia was now cyberstalking the people she cheated on her with... "Just got a PhD before fucking you, so I could read his boring-ass dissertation about the origins of 'Berserker' biochauvinism. Apparently a big part of it was just that their machine sub-lineage decided to abandon humanoid bodies, which helped dehumanize them. Well, technically, the dissertation was about using bodies to try to work out cultural shifts using new dating techniques and shit, but that was what he was actually using it for, so he made a pretty good case."
"I see..." Vivi did not really see, since she didn't know who the Berserkers even were, but she didn't want to keep Olivia talking about Max any longer. (Or thinking about him, for that matter!) "Mistress, how about a new rule, I can't leave the room until he leaves the station?"
"Come," Olivia casually ordered, and the limiters on her body suddenly released. Immediately, the built-up pressure of the long edging hit her all at once: her body spasmed wildly, and she just collapsed down onto the ground, moaning and writhing in pure bliss. "The Zaun site's apparently pretty damn big. Big enough that people might come from far and wide to do tourist shows. Imagine little kitschy shops full of... well, I dunno what these guys look like when they're not mummies, but alien stuffed toys for your kiddo. That means that this won't be our cozy little hidey hole, going forward," Olivia noted. At that point, she stood up, planting one foot on the small of Vivi's back, the other on her cheek, just stretching and popping her joints as she ground Vivi against the floor.
Vivi was just happy that the reason Olivia wanted to move wasn't her infidelity.
Also the orgasm was really, really nice, and so was being stepped on.
The doorbell chimed at that point, and Olivia popped off Vivi, a faint frown on her lips. She clicked on her keyboard a couple times, and her frown deepened. "Puta. One of those sluts you had an orgy with is at our door."
Vivi could only quiver in endless pleasure. "DUNT NO," she slurred out, twitching on the ground. I don't know! She wanted to scream, but her voicebox was a little preoccupied coming, the brain-speech connection momentarily turned error-prone by white noise thanks to the intensity of her orgasm.
"You'd better not," Olivia snapped, grabbing her pistol from her drawer, hiding it behind her back, and heading over to the door.
Vivi laid on the floor, listening as it squeaked open - just a sliver. "Howdy doodle, Ms. Martinez." Vivi recognized the voice. Jinx. It was a good thing it wasn't Max, that made it much, much less likely that Olivia would do something stupid. (Vivi was pretty sure that if Max hadn't been there that night, Olivia would have forgiven her by now. She couldn't blame Olivia for feeling particularly jealous about him, he was particularly attractive... and his cock was so nice... her orgasm intensified just remembering that beautiful, wonderful cock of his, though she would never ever tell Olivia as much.)
"Hello." Olivia's voice was ice cold. "You are...?"
"Friend of a friend," Jinx said, popping her lips loudly. "Just here to ask ya something. That Vivi you got - she's a real Vivi, right?"
"Yes. She's mine. You can't have her." There was real force to those words, which made Vivi so happy to hear. When Olivia got possessive it was sexy... though she definitely shouldn't do anything bad because of it!
"Don't want her. Just, thing is, she's got a comp sci background, right?"
"She hasn't been employed as anything other than a footwarmer for decades."
"Right, right." There was a long silence. Vivi's orgasm subsided enough that she could actually talk, but she chose not to. She could feel the tension between Jinx and Olivia, just from that silence, and she really didn't want Olivia to kill anyone on her account. (She did remove the vibe from her clit, though, just in case.) "You plannin' to shoot me with that gun you're hiding back there?"
"It's for self defense purposes."
"Mine too."
"Are you gay, bi, or straight?" Olivia asked.
"What the hickety heck kinda question's that?"
"Just answer it."
"None of your beeswax," Jinx replied. Another long pause, the sound of popped lips. Vivi gingerly stood up, creeping on bare feet towards the door. If something happened because of her, maybe she could get in between them, and stop them? "You let guys run train on your girl?"
"That definitely isn't your business, follador de perros," Olivia snapped back.
"Just wondering if you have three Enforcers who do gangbangs of your girlfriend on account of your dick's too tiny to do it yourself."
There was the roar of a gunshot, and Vivi simultaneously broke into a sprint and slowed down time to half speed with her Laishi. Her feet beat against the ground, and there was a heavy thumping noise - a human body against something solid. Vivi could feel her eyes watering for a moment before she hurriedly turned off her tear ducts, just in case.
She rounded the corner and saw the hole blown through the front door. Jinx was inside their room. Olivia was on her back, legs twisted awkwardly from being forced to the ground, and some bizarre, massive sidearm was plastered up against Olivia's face, her pistol in one hand, Jinx's foot pressed down against her wrist, keeping her from bringing it up and around. Olivia herself was still on the floor, not even breathing as the pistol pressed against her cheek. "You try anything, I'mma pull the trigger," Jinx said, not even looking up, and Vivi paused against the door frame, unable to do anything but stare at the scene.
"I-! I don't know what you're here about, but Olivia's just mad because we slept together, that's all! She knows I cheated on her, and then you showed up and provoked her, and I'm sorry, it's all my fault, but please don't shoot her!"
Olivia just remained still, Jinx's gun - which Vivi could now recognize had some kind of 'shark' design to its muzzle - still pressed against her cheek.
"Your sex slave doesn't know, huh?" Jinx asked. Olivia remained still. "Drop the gun." The gun pressed harder against her cheek, and Vivi watched as Olivia's fingers finally uncurled from her own gun, which Jinx promptly kicked away. "You want to know the funny thing, Liv? Pops thinks it's your girlfriend that did it."
"Olivia."
"Yeah, yeah, Liv. Here's what I think. You're a smart bitch. You think you're a smart bitch. But my brain? Mi cabeza? It's got a few billion extra neurons. So, if you so much as try to activate any defenses you got in here, not only will I smear your brains all over the floor, I'll make sure that Vivi knows exactly why I'm here."
Olivia swallowed, and Vivi could only wonder what Jinx was referring to.
"I got every reason to kill you, by the way. You know that, don'tcha? Every right, too. Me and Vivi are pole sisters, though, so I don't want to just ice you out of hand. So." With her free hand, she reached behind her back, tossing down a set of cuffs. They were Chennai Limited's Steel Traps, which were some of the top-quality cuffs if you wanted to keep criminals locked up. The locking mechanism was magnetic, so there wasn't anywhere to worm a pick into. Very uncomfortable for fun use, though, so Olivia didn't own a pair. "Put these on."
"I can't," Olivia said.
Jinx gingerly shifted her foot off of Olivia's wrist, and Olivia slowly moved for the cuffs, fingers creeping towards them even as her head stayed in place. She locked one cuff around her left wrist, and started to move to do the same to her right - at which point, Jinx rolled her over, making Olivia gasp at how sudden and forceful it was, getting body slammed into the ground. "Behind your back, natch," Jinx said.
Olivia just continued the work of locking herself in cuffs, and Jinx finally let out a long sigh of relief, standing up. "Yeeesh. Vivi, I bet this bitch don't even fuck like Max," Jinx said.
"I love her, don't say things like that," Vivi said. The gun pointed at her, and Vivi just raised her chin, ready to accept death with at least a little bit of honor.
Jinx just cracked a smile at that, sliding over to her and looping an arm around her neck. "You're alright in my book, Vivi. You fucked Max again since that night?"
"No. I really regret it because I cheated on-"
"Yap yap. No's enough, sweet cheeks," Jinx said, idly tugging on one of Vivi's cheeks, stretching it extra-far. Her gun was right there. Jinx's wrist was in easy reach. Vivi slowed down time. If she could just...
A sudden snap kick to her leg made her squeal in surprise as she fell in slow motion down to the ground, the gun slipping away from her reach faster than she could grab it. It came to bear on Vivi as she hit the ground, thumping noisily against it, and Olivia broke into a string of Spanish profanity, writhing on the ground as she tried to break free of the cuffs.
"She was about to go for my gun, Liv," Jinx said. "She must love you a whole lot. But she doesn't know what you did." She grabbed Olivia by the hair, tugging her up, then forcing her into a seated position on the ground, facing towards Vivi. "Ha... maybe I should just kill you both."
"Please," Olivia whispered. "Just me."
"Awww. So cute." Jinx tossed another pair of cuffs at Vivi. "Do like your girlfriend, sweet cheeks, and the three of us can have a nice, peaceful chat."
Vivi took the cuffs from the ground. She looked at Olivia, who hesitated - clearly knowing more about what was going on, and trying to calculate what was most likely to keep Vivi safe - and then nodded. Vivi dutifully clicked them shut behind her back.
She didn't bother testing them. She knew the Steel Trap design was rated to handle a Keter like hers.