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The Western Cube

Chapter 3

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By Draconicon

It took more strength than she expected, and a great deal more effort, but the naked tigress managed to drag the damaged robot to her cell door. It was, to be utterly frank, damaged nearly beyond even her skills to repair it, even at the best of times, and certainly not while she was in a jail cell without her tools. Yet, at the same time, there were things that she could work with. Ripped rubber, exposed wiring, little shards of metal that were on the verge of being broken off: all of those things were valuable to someone that had the patience to mold them into something more useful.

She peeled some of the rubber off, cutting it first into one long, then several shorter strips, winding it around some of the bent metal for protection until she could bend it off. As soon as she had that, she had a rough knife and screwdriver. That made it easier to cut the different wires that had, thankfully, quit sparking, and she used them to start fashioning a lockpick out of stiffened bits of metal and rubber.

This will work. This will work.

Losing herself in her work always had a calming effect, and this was no different. She missed the freedom of allowing herself to go to fast-thoughts with the various machines of her normal lab, but an empty mind was better than a mind drawn in a hundred different directions. She would take what she could get.

At least Ms. Greene had kept her distance thus far. The overseer probably believed that Tatyana had been completely subdued by the sheriff and whatever else lingered in jail. For that matter, considering the Persian's views on 'illegals', she imagined that there was little belief that she could amount to anything.

The tigress intended to prove her wrong. Dead wrong.

With a little fiddling, she finally managed to pop the lock on the jail cell open. It was flimsy enough that the wires didn't even break when she managed it, or bend. It was almost...insulting, she supposed.

Was that...intentional? she wondered. Was I meant to break out?

There was only so much that one could put down to age and mismanagement, after all. If there was something else going on, it could very well be the variable that would turn this from manageable to not.

Of course, even 'manageable' was a bit of an exaggeration. She had been stripped of everything that she owned, left with nothing but her fur and her skin - and her mind, she supposed - with her datapad taken from her and likely being brute-forced by everything that the Cube had to put against it. That would last for a while, considering the difference in technology levels and the fact that it was bio-locked, but once Greene found out that it was locked down that way, the AI would come looking for her. Lacking any sort of tools, Tatyana did not put long odds on being able to keep herself free from the AI's grip.

That decided it. Her first priority was to get something to even the odds, and considering she was in a police station...

She looked down the hall. The twin doors that had greeted her last time - Evidence and Processing - were still waiting down there. She could only imagine that the Processing room would be more populated with officers or, at the very least, cameras, while the Evidence room might have some more tools. It might have a guard, but...

She looked down at the robot at her feet. The gun still had a few bullets in it, from what she could tell, and it wasn't that firmly attached. She shook her head, kneeling down with the knife-tool in her hand, and set to work.

A few minutes later, she had a half-loaded gun barrel. She had three shots in the revolver section, while the firing mechanism had been replaced with a series of wires that ran down to a battery that she had managed to drag out of the robot's arm. It was as imprecise as one could imagine, but a weapon, precise or not, was better than none in a place like this. She shook her head, holding it at her side as she walked down the hallway, pausing only to look back at the robot with a shake of her head.

If he hadn't shot out his core...

She didn't like leaving a 'body' behind her like this. The robot had only been following its programming, flawed as it was. Killing it hadn't been quite her intent. Not entirely, at least; she didn't feel guilty for defending herself, but she felt just slightly off knowing that she had taken its ability to do something else from it.

Making a note to examine the inventory of this Cube the minute that she had access to the real files, she checked the Evidence door. No traps on the knob, no security measures that kept it locked off. She improvised a glove with some of the leftover rubber, and was surprised that the knob turned without any shocks or resistance.

Someone is either overconfident, or testing me...

Tatyana tried not to overthink it, knowing that she could paralyze herself if she did. Instead, she stepped inside and looked around.

It was a fairly full room, with shelves that lined three of the walls and posters on the fourth on either side of the door. One poster was a list of rules - that no prisoner was allowed possessions, that anyone kicked down to level 0 was essentially rendered a person without rights, and other such things - while the other was a list of excuses of how to frame someone, including how to use the various goods in the room to do it.

She slowly turned, not entirely surprised to find packets of white powder and green leaves. She knew that, even in the past, the capitalist cultures had a police problem, but this was exaggerating it to an extreme degree...insofar as she knew, at least. Supplying the officer robots with means of framing captives certainly went above and beyond the need to simulate some sort of hyper-exaggerated reality.

But there was something among all the framing bits of evidence that grabbed her attention. There was a bag among them all, a bag with the hammer and sickle emblazoned on it, and more to the point, made of the same sort of leather that she had found in the old store rooms in the main Facility. She grabbed it, pulling it down and unzipping it to look inside.

Old, she thought, seeing that there were four little jacks that were attached to a datachip inside. Very old, and very much useless outside...but if all the robots in here are like this...

That was something. She could definitely use that, if she ran into more mobile platforms like the officer robot. She took those and the bag itself, shouldering it. She was about to turn and leave when she felt something in a side pouch, pulling it out.

It was a tape recorder. Very old tech, even based on the time that the Cube would have been built. She cocked her head to the side.

You brought this... She narrowed her eyes. Yes. To avoid it being hacked and listened to by the machines. The AI probably could slide into the other machines at the time, but with something that wasn't broadcasting Wi-Fi...

That made complete sense. Doubtless, the record would have been played since it was seized, but for now, she had something to work with. She'd have to listen to it when she wasn't in danger of being thrown back in her cell.

So, four opportunities to hack a robot platform. And - yes, there. Another box on the shelves that wasn't drugs. A tool box. Basic, yes, but it was better than nothing, and having something beyond a knife that was rapidly losing its edge and a bit of rubber would go a long way towards giving her some flexibility in this abandoned coffin of an experiment.

So armed, she left the Evidence room and poked the door for processing. There were no sparks from that knob, either, nor a lock. She could have believed that was because the sheriff robot had come back to talk to her, but after that...

Something's going on...

One thing at a time. First, she had to get out of this police station. Then, when that was all over and done with, she could find some isolated space to start sorting through everything else that was going on. The -

The sickle and star. She paused, reaching down for the patch on the bag. If the cameras saw that, if the other officer robots saw that, then that could easily trigger the entirety of Project West to come after the communist sympathizer. They were all Americanized, and in the older way, not the new way. Best not to give them an excuse to come down on her.

With a grunt, she ripped the patch off. It left a sag and rip here and there, but that was better than nothing. She shouldered the bag again, the strap running between her breasts and hiding there, and stepped through the door.

Unlike the Wild West motif of the jail cells, the Processing room was stretched out like something far more modern. No wooden counter and sheriff badge out here. Instead, there was a long, clear window that seemed to lead out into a wider corridor, one that was ostensibly outside of this...Level 0...but before that, there was a large, steel countertop with various panels in front of, behind, and part of it. The wall was adorned with a large screen, too, which activated as she approached it. The face of a donkey looked down at her, one that quickly lit up a cigar and sucked on it.

"Well, well, lookie here. Boss finish interrogating you?" the donkey asked.

"If you mean forcefully violating my throat, yes."

"Just your throat? Damn, that guy picked the wrong hole." The donkey chuckled. "My cameras are seeing better stuff from the other end."

Which meant that the cameras in the Cube weren't always going to be visible. She hadn't seen any in the opposite wall, nor any in the jail cells. Tatyana would have to adjust her expectations in the Cube, then, if she was going to avoid being seen and caught after getting out of here.

She stepped forward, not quite as at ease as she was pretending to be. The cold steel chilled her soles, and she bristled slightly as she tried to keep her tail from curling down between her rump cheeks to hide things. She needed to look...relaxed. Like she belonged. Like this wasn't getting to her.

"What do you need for me to leave?" she asked.

"Oh, usual shit. Paperwork to fill out, cavity check to make sure that you're not taking anything dangerous into Volt City, marking ya as the illegal ya are. That kinda thing."

Whatever this donkey was, he was obviously a more full AI than the sheriff had been. That meant that he was probably the regional intelligence, perhaps the one that kept an eye on Level 0 when Ms. Greene was away. That meant that he had enough of a mind to be worth talking to.

But marking...

Ms. Greene had mentioned that too, but hadn't said what it would actually mean for her. Tatyana didn't know if it would be permanent - though with her luck, it would be - and what it would do, but -

As soon as she glanced at the front door, two solid steel slabs slammed down over it. A sharp groan and hum followed, leaving the Cube shaking under her feet.

Instant reactions, power drains.

Which meant that the more that she fought and made them use up power, the quicker that they would drain the limited power supply that was left. More and more reason to be careful about when she resisted and how. The more time that she spent her, the more she realized how lucky she'd been that nobody had thought to toss her in here when she'd been a subject, an experiment. Considering how she had fallen in with the various experiments to make them pleasurable for herself, this place would have broken her in the past.

She wasn't entirely sure that it wouldn't break her now.

"Hey, girlie. Hope you're not thinking of running off."

"...Not anymore," she admitted.

"Good. Not that I mind staring at your fat ass, but can't just let ya go, ya know? Rules are rules."

"I'm sure." She shook her head, slowly lowering the bag to the ground. The AI's face continued to stare down at her from the monitor, and she could all but feel the needling 'stare' of something looking from the wall behind her at her...rump. "What do you need from me?"

"Heh, now ya get it, girlie." The AI's face floated over to the side of his massive monitor, and a picture of a sheet of paper came up. "Let's start with some basic questions, huh? What's your name?"

"Tatyana."

"Tatyana. Last name?"

"Morozova."

"Eh, that's one of those foreign names, isn't it?"

"It -"

"Eh, you look like a whore. You'll just have a new one here in Volt City. So, Tatyana Whore."

"..."

"Occupation?"

"Scientist."

"Bullshit," the donkey said, looking down at her. "I ain't seen a scientist without a lab coat before. Or glasses. Or with tits the size of her head."

The tigress gritted her teeth, fighting the urge to begin planning a full dismantling of the donkey's systems. If she lost her temper, then she would be in the shit. She needed to stay calm.

"I am a scientist, and I can prove it."

"Yeah, we don't have time for proof. I'm just putting down whore. Tatyana Whore the Whore. Heh. Ain't that a pretty thing?"

"...If you say so," she said through gritted teeth.

It was just a bit of paperwork, she told herself, and more to the point, paperwork that wasn't binding. She would be able to get through this. All she had to do was find a way out, and then she could make her way to the systems in the main Facility. As soon as she could find a way out of the main halls of the Cube, she would be most of the way to escaping.

The questions continued, always answered more by the donkey than by her. When he asked her what she was good at, he turned everything she said into something sexual. When he asked if she had any family, he just put her down as an immigrant. Then he paused.

"So, not many get sent down here. What's your charge?"

"Being an Illegal. Apparently."

"Ah, that's new. Heh, well, girlie, that's what we gotta mark you for."

"You were going to explain marking."

"Yeah, yeah. See, in Volt City, we tattoo someone for their crimes. For a thief, we get a mark on their hands. For a rapist, something over the heart. For you? Heh, well, you're a whore operating without a license, and you're an Illegal, too. So, that means cunt, ass, and feet."

"...You must be -"

"Now, let's get you posed for this. Lean over the counter, that's a good girl."

Two panels on the counter top peeled back, offering a pair of wrist restraints. The minute that she touched them, she knew that she'd be pinned in place, unable to get away as the AI did whatever it wanted to her body.

But at the same time, did she have any way of trying to get away? Clearly, this AI wasn't going to listen to her. Just as clearly, he was obsessed with getting the chance to look at a naked female, for some reason. Tatyana wondered if they had always been this bad, and suddenly felt a surge of sympathy for anyone that had been sentenced to life in the Cube.

She looked down at herself. She felt that maybe, just maybe, she could stand having...something...down there. Her fur would grow over it again, eventually, and once she was out, she could purge whatever was written on her. Until then, however, she would be marked.

Marked as a thing.

Marked as an 'Illegal.'

Taking a deep breath, she walked up to the counter. Old memories of her status as a subject were flicking through her mind, reminding her that she had been through this once before. She didn't have to worry about going through it again; it was something that she had already survived once.

But would she be able to get out of it a second time? That was the question.

The tigress lowered herself against the counter, doing her best not to wince as the cold metal pushed against her nipples. She rested her hands against the restraints and heard them click into place. A simple tug confirmed that they were locked in place, and she hissed as she bit off a growl of need. She pulled her thighs together, fighting the memory-induced lust that was already burning down there, pushing it back down.

"Alright, girlie. Raise your tail."

"Why?"

"Cavity check."

"...Right."

She slowly brought her tail up, and the form illustration disappeared, replaced by a camera that was showing her ass off for her to watch. She blushed as she saw the little trails of moisture already running down her thighs, half-dried from her self-control, but starting to dribble again. She shook her head.

"Must I watch?"

"Well, I want to. Figured that you'd like to see how you're doing. Hey, ya know ya got a fat ass, don't ya?"

"That is not a compliment."

"Sure it is. Look at that big thing, wobbling every time ya so much as shift your footing. Look at that. That's quality ass, I tell ya. Quality."

Her cheeks burned as she tried not to look, particularly as several mechanical arms reached down and grabbed her by the ass cheeks. The way that they gripped her was just enough to keep her thinking of past sessions, and it wasn't made better as they were pulled apart enough to show her asshole.

The sight of it from this angle was a reminder of just how much, ahem, damage it had taken over the years. The formerly tight pucker was pulled apart, gaping without having been touched. She had used that hole regularly for her own pleasures, using it rather than her sex simply to avoid the issue of birth control, and for the sake of taking things that were...bigger.

It had its effects. Her hole stretched, and the donkey whistled.

"My, my, Tatyana Whore. You got yourself one hell of an asshole there. Can't say that I've seen a hotter one in all my time running Level 0. Course, it's been decades since I've seen anything at all, girlie, so..."

SMACK!

She gritted her teeth, lowering her head as she both felt and saw the spank, the jiggle, the wiggle of her rump cheeks. The hands pulled the cheeks apart again, and -

Oh, no...

The 'probe' for her cavity wasn't a hand. It was a rod. Admittedly, it still had all the markers of an old-style scanner rod, but it was in the shape of a large phallus. A very large, very bestial, very thick phallus.

"What...in the world..."

Tatyana couldn't finish the question before it was brought forward. The beeping, blinking, flared tip pressed right under her tail, grinding against her asshole with a pressure that left her sucking air through her teeth. Her eyes clenched shut as she struggled to hold herself together, clenching her hands tightly.

"Oh, no..."

"Oh, yes...let's see that fat ass spread."

It pushed forward, aided only with a bit of oily mechanical lube. Tatyana relaxed as much as she could, trying to force her asshole to open up and give her the chance to just take it, but it just kept coming, and coming, giving her no chance to relax enough before the pressure started adding up. Her rim started spreading around the slightly pointed center of the flared head, then spread more, the heat adding up until -

Squelch.

Her eyes went wide as it entered her, the beeping sound no longer so loud, but instead vibrating through her inner walls. She clenched down on it against her will, only to feel just how thick it was. Her legs shook as she slumped forward, huffing, gritting her teeth in unwilling arousal as it got stronger, and stronger.

Oh no...oh no...

It was so big. So much bigger, and so much more...more forceful...

Forced to take it, forced to be fucked up the ass by the biggest stallion in the security team. Held down, pinned with her belly against the experiment table, her tail pulled like a leash. Used as a fleshlight, fucked, drugged, made to LIKE it.

She gasped as it pushed in another inch, dragging along her inner walls, her pussy opening up and oozing her juices down. Her eyes rolled back as she was filled with another inch, her hated memories rising up and forcing her to relive what she had gone through so many times, what she had taught herself to love.

"Hey, girlie, you okay?"

She couldn't answer the donkey. Her fingers curled, her claws scraping against the metal panels as she struggled just to keep her head on straight. It pulled back, popping out of her, leaving her gaping for a moment before driving right back in. Thick as a fist, it punched past her rim, and she moaned before she could stop herself.

Fast-thought was going. It was going hard and fast, and she was thinking through the whole thing again.

Scanning me. Perverted AI. Corrupted code. Not just the scheduled corruption, but actual evolution. Time alone means comparing code and 'chatting' to keep sane. Develop peculiarities. Flaws in code becomes personalities.

Thrust. Squelch. All the way to the middle now, forcing her to straighten out as it checked her depths.

Quirks become kinks, kinks become fetishes. Ass-checking AI becomes ass-obsessed AI. Fetish for big butts. Fetish for doing this. Not programmed. Evolved.

It was a startling realization. AIs were supposed to be static, able to learn, but only inside of their own little spheres of influence, where they were supposed to take care of things. Anything that was not part of their purview was supposed to be just extraneous data.

Yet, they had not only learned, but gained something of a personality. A very perverted personality, to be sure, but a personality. They had altered, mutated, become something different to how they were made. If anyone from before the fall of the Facility had been there to see this, they would have been gasping in shock.

As it was, she was gasping in need with each thrust up her ass, feeling her hole loosening the way that it had been taught to, the way that she had always loosened for those big guys in the past. She remembered the flares from before, but the stiff, rigid thing inside of her was somehow better.

And the pulses, the throbs of electrical signals running through her only made it better and worse at the same time. She moaned outright, gasping for breath as the stiff 'scanner' finally hilted itself inside of her, the base somehow even bigger than the head, making her hole feel like it was on fire from how far it had been stretched.

"Oh...wow...you're enjoying this, aren't ya?" the donkey said.

"Mmph..."

"You, uh, ya like big things?"

"Nnngh..."

"Heh...ya do, don't ya? You're getting wetter. See?"

He nodded at the screen. She could see the camera shifting, looking at her from underneath. She could see the red ring of her pucker pushed out wide, her ass cheeks pulled as far apart as they could get, and her untouched pussy was juicing like mad, running down her thighs and leaving her fur soaked and matted.

It kept running down as the 'scanner' started pulling back, pushing in, pulling out, pushing in, pulling out. Every time, she felt it bottom out in her depths, and she knew that if she had been on her back, she would have seen a belly bulge. As it stood, the tigress groaned, huffing, grunting into the panels of metal under her face. The sheer feeling of insane stiffness combined with its sheer size -

"God, your fat ass takes that cock perfect. I'm taking records of this, girlie."

Knowing it was recorded only made this that much more embarrassing...and somehow, that much better. Her pussy dripped further, clenching on nothing as her ass squeezed on the horse cock scanner. In, out, in, out, the flare running all the way from her rim down to her depths, and then back out again, almost popping free and making her feel the sheer thickness of it again.

"Fuck...fuck..."

She couldn't pull free, but her thoughts were running wild. Trying to distract herself with the possibilities of what this kind of AI corruption and evolution could mean for the future. How could it have happened, what might it mean for her escape, what -

"You're a dirty little whore, ain't ya? Getting all riled up with something up your fat ass?"

Stop...stop talking...

The more that the AI talked, the harder it was to keep her thoughts on the same rails. He kept muttering about her ass, talking about how it bounced, how big it was. Whatever she tried to do to keep her thoughts on the AI, and what they had become, he talked about how her ass wobbled, how she jiggled, how she was a damn dirty slut, and more.

It was normally easy to tune that out; she had learned how to do that. But she had been on her own for so long that she had all but forgotten what the voices of other people could do. It was...it was intense...

She could feel her pleasure rising, and it was getting worse as the camera zoomed in, showing off just how much she had stretched since he had started working her hole. In, out, in, out, her rim starting to push back, starting to puff out ever so slightly. She gritted her teeth, curling her toes against the ground as it sped up.

Despite her best efforts, she managed no more than that. Two minutes after he started actually fucking her with the scanner, he pushed her over the edge. The tigress spasmed against the countertop, a little squirt of fluid shooting out and soaking her legs and running down to her feet.

"Damn. Fucking...wow. Girlie, if you ever need a cornholing like that again, come the fuck back here. I wanna be the one to put you in your place again. Crying shame we don't have an audience anymore; would've loved to show that to the other citizens of the Volt City. Hey, maybe I should; you need advertising, Tatyana Whore?"

"Nnngh...n-no..."

It was a miracle that she managed to get that word out, particularly as the 'scanner' pulled free of her ass. She felt like her legs had been turned to noodles, leaving her shivering, slumping against the edge of the counter. The restraints around her wrists, however, hadn't released her, and that meant that -

Yes, the markings. The edges of the counter shrank away, or maybe she slid back. She didn't know for sure. What she did know were that various other mechanical arms were coming up, and two of them had already seized her ankles, lifting her up so that her soles pointed towards the ceiling rather than towards the floor. Soon, she was completely horizontal, lying down and facing the wall, or rather, facing the video feed of her own body. Her dripping sex, her spread asshole...

And the tattooing needles that were coming down for both, and for her foot.

A quick spray removed two patches of fur, one above her pussy and one on her left ass cheek. She bit her lip as her flesh was exposed, only to hiss through her teeth at the first jab of the needle into her bare foot. It started at the ball of her foot and worked sideways, going along the space just under her toes. Stab, jab, jab, stab, each little pinch another reminder of what had been done.

Her body's training, stuff that she had done to herself, just came rushing back, and soon...soon, she was as wet as she had been in the depth of the ass-fuck.

"Mmm, you are going to make money, Tatyana Whore. Well, if there's anyone still alive to make money off."

They're dead, aren't they? All dead? Probably.

She gritted her teeth, sinking her head down, doing her best to ignore the other tattoos coming down. She looked at the screen once, and only once, seeing that the tattoos weren't even words. They were barcodes, things to be scanned.

Some time later, she was released. She wobbled backwards, barely coherent enough to grab the bag. Her feet were tender, barely able to support her weight despite the healing gel that the donkey AI sprayed on her. She shook her head, panting for breath, holding one hand to her chest as she tried to get her heart to calm down.

"Heh, was it that good for you too, girlie?"

"Nnngh...am I free to go?" she asked.

"Course. Just don't do anything wrong out there; Overseer Greene can toss ya right back in at a moment's notice if she catches ya breaking the rules. Then again, maybe ya want that, huh?"

The donkey's face glittered on the screen, smirking as he lit a non-existent cigar to the culmination of their coupling. She shook her head, adjusting the bag around her again, doing her best not to juts give in to the urge to cover her ass with it. Instead, she held it firmly at her side and cleared her throat.

"Do you have a name?"

"Hmm?"

"You. Do you have a name?"

"Heh, you can call me Cletus, Ms. Whore. I'm the officer in charge of Level 0, when the sheriff's not around to talk to people."

"You might want to get used to that."

"Oh? Why?"

"He broke."

"..." To her surprise, Cletus put out the cigar, leaning forward against the screen. "When?"

"Just now."

"Did...Wait..."

She lifted the gun she'd looted from the robot's body, and he stared at it. His digital eyes went wide as he looked from the gun to her and back again.

"That's...how?"

"I tried to tell you. I'm more than a whore." The tigress lowered the weapon back to her side. "By the way. Your scanner's working at suboptimal pinging capability. You likely have three or more wires coming loose in the middle of the shaft, and there's at least two places where rips have contributed to liquid damage over time. You might want to fix that."

Cletus just stared at her. She shook her head, turning her back to him. If he wanted to watch her go, she was willing to let him. After all, it was hardly the first time that someone had seen her like this...and considering the lack of clothing that she had seen so far, she seriously doubted that she'd get a chance to cover up anytime soon.

But she had gotten free of the jail cell. That was the important thing. Now, she could find her way out of Level 0, and then into the rest of the Cube.

The End

Summary: Tatyana finishes getting out of her cell, and then meets with the other AI that lives down here.

Tags: F/solo, Machine/Female, Technophilia, Bondage, AI, Anal, Orgasm, Cum, Squirting, Barefoot, Tattoos, Humiliation, Tigress, Big Curves, White Tigress, Series, Nudity, Prisoner, Tatyana,