Techno Phantom

Music blared on an old, busted up bar at the very bottom of an immensely large tower, sixteen floors underground, and sixty four floors underneath the toxcloud cover. In this long abandoned, long forgotten and long ignored corner of the world, there was a group of people. They called them Runners, Ghosts, Agents, Operators, Enforcers and most commonly, expendable. 

They were the dregs and refuse of society, or so some said, but also, the favorite playtoy of the most elite among the elite, those who knew the sickly underbelly of the shining cities that rose above the toxic pollution clouds best, who were born in it, raised in it, molded by it.

This particular group was a relatively new one, of young folks, banded together to stave off poverty, sickness, disease and also pay for their vices and their enhancements. Each of them was successful on their own, and as a group, they were incredible, they rose through the ranks quickly, and with their success came rewards, and those rewards were reinvested into themselves. 

In a world of rampant body modification, it was imperative to always chase the latest edge, to always be at the forefront of self upgrades. It was the only way to live, if you didn't want to end up being torn to shreds by someone with more augmentations and enhancements than you.

It would, however, leave them with one critical vulnerability, one that was so hard to exploit that most never even thought about it.

But this little group of four would soon become acutely aware of it, or perhaps, acutely unaware.

Within their bunker, they relaxed, trusting in their security systems and the illegal, cutting edge sensory suites that would surely warn them should there be anything that required their attention.

"Who left the door open?"

The leader of the group was Carmine Cobra, so named because of the tattoo she had that went from her lower back all the way down her right arm, of the now long since extinct species of snake known as a King Cobra. Carmine had a fondness for the reptiles, and though it was usually not a good idea to advertise you had poison injectors, she was good enough that she didn't need to worry so much.

"Beats me boss lady," Tonsa, also known as Tons-a-lard, replied from the couch that was on the former dance floor, while watching his favorite show on the holographic screen where the stage used to be. 

Carmine wrinkled her nose at that, and closed the door that lead to the stairwell that they'd come in through. That was really strange, they never forgot to close the door... one of the reasons why they'd lived so long and had been able to keep using the hideout so long was how careful they always were not to be discovered.

She turned back to go towards the bar and behind it. They had recently replaced the kegs so they had, although shitty and cheap, beer to go around, so she poured herself a mug and then took a big swig. Her instincts, not the machine and assistant AI, were niggling her, like a little voice at the back of her head that just told her that they did close the door when they came in.

She looked towards Tonsa, who used the appearance of a morbidly obese man to hide a multitude of weapons and even a set of extra arms to wield them with, spread over the couch, and he seemed unconcerned. She also turned to where the twin siblings that made up the rest of the team that deployed with her, Kohn and Suhl, who were currently engaged in a game of Crossfire - some sort of relic that they had recovered from a recent height, from back when analog, physical games were a thing. The two idiots were so completely absorbed in it that their hands were just blurs as they reloaded the little guns they were using to fire pellets into each other's goals.

It actually looked pretty fun, but Carmine couldn't focus on that.

She leaned over the bar, bent nearly ninety degrees, and rested her head on her hands, putting her elbows on the counter and wondered what it could be. She blew and moved the strand of hair falling on her face away, but it fell back down. It just felt like something was wrong. Maybe something was wrong with her?

She let one of her other hidden weapons, a blade that came from her wrist, slide out of its hidden compartment, the chrome surface more than clean enough to reflect on her. Nope, everything seemed right. Even though she felt a strange itch on her nose... maybe some of her senses were malfunctioning? It should correct itself as soon as the assistant AI notices the discrepancy at least.

She pulled the knife back and moved her arms, placing both of her hands flat on the counter, and spreading her legs a little beyond shoulder weight, lowering her waist a little as she did. She didn't exactly know why she was moving, probably habit or something, since she had enhanced her joints and muscles to no longer need to relax so that she could stake out places for hours without cramping up... but of course humans are creatures of habit.

So she moved, she stretched and she relaxed anyway, despite not needing to.

She was glad that she hadn't quite changed out of her work clothes yet. She wore her customary leotard with her armored flak jacket, vest and pants combo, an old school design that would fool people into thinking that she was either arrogant or not wealthy enough to afford proper protection, since most of her real protection came from the shield units replacing the inner ceramic plates of the vest and subdermal plating.

Or rather, she must've started to change and forgot when she noticed the door, because she noticed that her pants had fallen. She must've undone the strap that kept them in place since otherwise, they logically couldn't drop. Usually they were a bit of a tight squeeze thanks to the armoring plates and incorporated tech, but a little bit of wiggling would cause them to hit her ankles without her needing to use her hands.

Maybe it was time to run diagnostics? She reported feeling a little bit hotter than usual, and so she raised a hand and using the Augmented Reality Interface, she linked with the ventilation system and turned on the AC, dropping the temperature to a slightly lower amount. She had just come back from a mission, it was normal that she'd accumulate a little heat that maybe she hadn't totally bled off yet.

She wrinkled her nose as she looked at her mug of beer. She already drank it? Maybe she was thirstier than she thought. She thought about getting up to fix herself another drink, but when she tried to, she found that she was actually rooted in place, and couldn't move. Her systems appeared to be failing, maybe the AI had detected an issue and was rebooting to solve it? The augmentations that gave her increased strength, dexterity and agility also would make her unable to move until they started functioning again.

Unfortunately she also had them in her jaw, and even her tongue had been bionically replaced, as well as part of her throat including her voicebox, as otherwise it is too tempting a weakness of the human body. All of this meant that she couldn't produce a sound or move at all as her systems were currently in the process of rebooting and repairing themselves.

So all she could do was wait for it to finish.

But... something was odd. Off. Not correct. Not right. Her systems, she hadn't actually okayed any of this, when she stopped to think about it, the AI was supposed to actually ask her for permission before any such tasks were undertaken, after all it would be lethal if it decided it needed to stop while she was busy in a mission or something.

Realization struck her.

Pure instinct, because every single one of her senses was telling her everything was okay, it was only her years of work, since she was a young girl, barely taking her first steps, now a decade and a half older, she had developed an almost prescient intuition that led her to a startling conclusion.

Her augments and implants had been hacked. Taken over. She couldn't see, hear or feel the person that was inside, and she couldn't even tell anyone about the fact that she knew. Her crew, those that were present at least, most likely also had their senses hacked, they couldn't see, hear, smell or feel that anything was wrong or off, and even if she screamed, she was sure they wouldn't be able to hear her at all... 

It was then that she began to feel it. As if the amused hacker was giving her the privilege of feeling what he was doing to her. His hands were on her butt. Firm, thick and bigger than the average, she had opted to keep her natural ass where many in her profession tended to seek reductions purely because she liked its aesthetics, but now she could perhaps feel a bit of regret for doing so, because it meant she couldn't disable or even reduce the sensations she got.

And despite herself, despite the situation, she caught herself enjoying the sensation of someone squeezing and playing with her buttcheeks behind her surprisingly enticing. It might perhaps be a little humiliating in the modern world to admit to being a virgin at twenty five, twenty six almost, but Carmine had never really cared about interpersonal relationships and could easily satisfy herself with toys, so she was rapidly learning the pleasure of being touched by someone else...

Her all natural butt wasn't the hacker's only interest, though, she soon found herself feeling extra increased stimulation from her vagina. In contrast with her butt, her insides were very different than a regular unenhanced human's, as she'd had her entire digestive system, including the urinary tract, enhanced and fixed so that she didn't produce waste... and this meant she had cybernetics all over her insides, and unfortunately, she very much had a pleasure suite installed, as she refused to give up what little sexual pleasures she indulged in.

A suite that was now turning on despite her not mandating in, and more importantly, a suite that was starting to work her over. Electricity coursed through her in a fantastically pleasurable way, her nerves almost sparking into activity, sending signals of pleasure to her brain, simulating the sensation of a large cock spreading her tight virgin cunt, repeatedly and forcefully, just the way she liked it, but it was turned to the max setting, which she absolutely hadn't had time to adapt to and prepare for.

Only the fact that her movements were arrested prevented her from shaking all over the bar, as it was she found herself squirting as she came her brains out from the intense and sudden stimulation, especially as all safeguards and limiters were disabled or removed entirely, ensuring that her brain was being assaulted with incredibly powerful and intense pleasure signals from all over her body, her nerves all turning on at once.

She couldn't even react visibly, but inside she was roiling and storming, and even more, she knew she was about to lose her virginity. Not through her pussy, no, but instead, she felt something poking her asshole. While the cheeks and the anus were the original stock, as part of her digestive system's upgrades, her anus had been changed. And much like her pussy, she had a pleasure-type anus, but only because it was actually much cheaper and better than the military upgrades, and because of the insanity of modern day sexual enhancements, it actually was far more resistant, flexible and useful than the 'military grade' upgrades that a lot of cybernetics salesmen touted.

Unfortunately, the other side of the pleasure-type bionic anus she had implanted in her was being used and abused as she felt a large cock, hard as steel and about as hot as lava, came pushing through her backside fuckhole. It wasn't even an asspussy, which was the lowest grade of implant, no, it was well beyond that.

In fact, the sensations from the implants in her ass were so strong Carmine didn't even use it to masturbate, because even a single finger up there could feel overwhelmed.

With a big fat steel-hard cock spreading her open? Well, it was no wonder she was losing her mind within moments. She didn't even care anymore, she just shut down mentally and allowed the overpowering, immense pleasure to overwhelm her, going to her happy place. This was nothing she hadn't dealt with before, nothing she hadn't survived before. Well, it was in many ways totally different.

Surviving torture, training for pain, didn't really prepare one for pleasure in the least. 

The unfortunate idea of going to her happy place to dissociate from what was happening to her became problematic when she realized she was happier, felt better, in reality, where she was getting anally plowed from behind by someone she couldn't even perceive at all beyond the existence of the cock inside her... it was just better than anything she could come up with.

Somehow it felt like it was both pulling out and pushing back in, yet at the same time it never left. She felt both the sensation of being stuffed full beyond capacity and yet the longing and loss of not having the cock inside her and wanting it back. No doubt the hacker's work, her senses became overwhelmed. Her breasts were the next thing she felt changing, suddenly it felt like dozens, no, hundreds of tongues were all over her body, but mostly focused on her chest, her nipples as hard as diamonds. She'd been called cheeky for hiding medigel in her mammary glands, and the fact that she could squirt it out for a quick healing spritz had saved her life more than once.

She never thought she'd have her perception of her very own secret trick changed so that it looked to her like she was squirting into a pair of mugs, filling them with medigel that she couldn't see as anything other than milk. And not cheap synthetic milk either, it looked and even smelled like the real thing.

She suddenly found herself gritting her teeth, gripping the lacquered wood of the counter hard, almost enough to crack it, and crying out, she'd been given this single instance of freedom as her tits were being squeezed, her pussy was being fucked by a phantom cock, and her anus was host to a massive one, as the hacker came inside her and let loose, completely filling her up with the contents of his balls, pouring thick, hot and sticky semen inside her, like white magma.

She blinked, and then she could move.

Everything was-

Normal.

Huh.

Must've been her imagination. She must've been far more tired than she thought.

Kohn and Suhl were glaring at each other as they approached the bar, and they sat in front of her, each of them taking one of the mugs she'd... prepared for them while on autopilot, apparently. "Huh. You shelled out for the good stuff huh?"

Each of the twins was identical to the other, bald men with pitch black skin and glowing purple eyes, Kohn always wore black, Suhl always wore white. They were total opposites, and it was on display as Kohn used his right hand to grab the mug, while Suhl used his left.

The two of them glared at each other. "Bet you I can finish this faster-"

She didn't pay attention anymore. They dared each other to drink as fast as possible, and then they did, downing the mugs of milk so fast neither even tasted it. Foolish idiots, wasting good milk like that.

She received a message from one of the team's corporate contacts, thanking her for a good time and sending her a payoff for a mission she didn't remember accepting, but apparently she had. She rolled her eyes, deleted the message to ensure none of her team ever found out she was taking solo missions, and then went back to relaxing while waiting for the next mission her team would deploy to.