FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The Western Cube

Chapter 9

Sponsored by GlynWolf

by Draconicon

Consciousness returned in stages of realized stimulation. First were the feelings of chilled, rigid things pressed against Tatyana's ankles, hips, neck, and arms, things that she barely had the consciousness to know were shackles before she started fading again.

That was stopped with the introduction of the second stage, of brightness and an intense burning in her eyes. Tatyana tried to turn her head, only to find that she was strapped down, her eyes forced to face forward. She grunted, the bright light forcing her to blink rapidly to keep from feeling like her eyes were being burned out of her head.

And then, stage three, which was Greene's smug voice in her ears. Not beside her, but coming through headphones, whispers that were just slightly distorted, indicating that it was not coming from speakers further off, but ones that had been forced down her ear canal. The tigress couldn't tilt her head, nor could she do anything to make the headphones shift from their places, and the voice continued.

"My, my, my. It seems that you were quite content to sleep through your captivity. What's the matter, Tatyana Whore? Do you think that I'd just let you remain unconscious the entire time you were in my grasp?"

"Mmmph..."

Her throat was dry. Well, that narrowed down the number of drugs that they might have used to knock her out, at least. Not all tranquilizers caused dry mouth. She flicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth, forcing her eyes down from the blinding light pointed into her face, trying to collect other details about her surroundings.

There weren't many to find. The light was too bright to allow her to see anything else, casting everything else into shadow. There were silhouettes floating around, the same sort of rounded shapes that she remembered from the drones that had knocked her out back at the hub. That meant that they were probably overseeing her punishment, possibly ensuring that there was no way for her to get free. She imagined that they were likely going to cause her some serious problems, too, considering that they had been able to knock her out instantly.

"I asked you a question, Ms. Tatyana Whore," Greene asked her. "Were you planning to subvert your punishment by sleeping through it?"

"Mmmph...Will remind you...that you put me to sleep."

"Irrelevant."

"Besides...we are getting ahead of ourselves...yes?"

"...I suppose we are. But don't try and play too smart. I am still the Overseer, and I still plan to throw you back down to Level 0 for vagrancy."

"Hmmph. The deal is off the table, then?"

"Heh...if I said it wasn't, would you take it?"

They both had to know by now that there was no way that Tatyana would take a deal that would force her to become a breeder. There were too many moments of trauma from her past that would allow her to go through with that, even if she did have the wherewithal to find it in her to accept that. It was not an impractical decision, if Greene could be trusted to follow through with the deal, but that was the problem. There was no guarantee that Greene would follow through with that, nor that the Cube itself had sufficient power to maintain lift until the pregnancy was over.

Tatyana shook her head, and Greene chuckled in her ear.

"That's what I thought. Do not waste my time, whore."

"You are wasting mine."

"You have no time to be wasted. Mine is all that matters."

There were new sensations coming through as she woke up. Not just the restraints, which were bad enough and were starting to tweak the part of her that, much as she hated to admit it, liked those things. No, there were other bits of sensory data, the majority of which came from the top of her head. She knew that there was no way to tilt her head back to see it, so while Greene ranted away, she tried to focus on the physical feeling and narrow down what it was.

Cool, but not cold. Either plastic or something thin-metallic, and one that has laid against skin for some time, she thought. Interacting with me...does not shift when I shift...means that it's anchored against my head...

Which was not entirely unconcerning, she had to admit. There had been sufficient time since she had been drugged into unconsciousness for many things to happen, and if she had been kept under for them to introduce some sort of connection to her brain, she didn't like the possibilities there. She took a deep breath, trying to still her heartbeat before Greene noticed -

"Ah, you figured it out."

Too late.

"I wondered how long it would take you to notice. Less than a minute. Quite good...for a whore."

"I wondered if you would find something different than Illegal to call me, eventually."

"Oh, I will still call you that...until you stop dripping from it, you filthy little Illegal."

Tatyana gritted her teeth again, feeling both a clench between her legs and the rather more foreign sensation of her clit jumping. The last thing that had happened to it - yes, she remembered, now. The forced extension, the way that it had fallen between her legs, becoming almost akin to a miniature penis. The mere thought was enough to heat her cheeks in response, and she had to clench her hands and curl her toes to keep from shivering.

"Mmmph..."

"Yes, yes, I know what you like..."

"...What do you want, Overseer? You could have put me into Level 0 again by now. Why are you keeping me here?"

"I have an experiment to run."

"Your experiments have been over for some time."

"Only due to a lack of subjects. And now, dear, you're here...and you are so ripe for this..."

"What did you do to me?"

"Quite simple, really."

One of the drones moved, the light dimming as it took position in front of the tigress's bound body. It projected a hologram of Greene, once more in her emerald shade, but this time, even more luscious, with curves to her body that most definitely hadn't been there the last time. She was as barefoot as the tigress was, her shirt was all but buttonless, open enough to see the parting of the cleavage, but not quite showing off her nipples just yet. Hints of stripes could just barely be seen through the jackal's fur patterns, too, something that was not quite the same as Tatyana's own stripes, but close enough to make one wonder.

The hologram leaned in the way that she always did...but this time, when she touched the tigress's chest, Tatyana felt it. Her eyes went wide -

Then it clicked. She flicked her eyes up, then back down.

"A hack...right into my sensory system..."

"That's right, little Illegal," the jackal said, her voice coming through the tigress's skull, almost echoing in her brain. "Now, I can make sure that you feel everything that I want you to feel..."

"Impossible."

"Very, very possible...after all, otherwise you wouldn't feel this."

The jackal's other hand went down, down, down, until Greene could wrap her fingers around Tatyana's dangling clit. She gasped, arching her back and thrusting her hips against the metal bar around her waist. She gritted her teeth at the impact, but couldn't stop herself from trying to pull away, every little touch making her shiver and pant at the extreme need that it brought with it.

"Yes...yes...feel it...feel that, little Illegal? I can do whatever I want to you, now...I can show you what it feels like to be truly under my heel..."

"Nnngh..."

"It was quite educational, reading all those print-outs that Mr. Silver gave you. All those things that you enjoy...from this...to this..."

The jackal disappeared, only for the hologram to reappear, projected from another drone right over her head. The canine Overseer sat down on top of the table that held Tatyana at the upright, diagonal angle, rubbing her cheek with a foot that should not have been there...but one that she could nonetheless feel.

"Mmmph..."

"Mmm, the scanners are pulling out all kinds of useful data, Ms. Whore."

"Get...mmmph..."

"We will see how long it takes for you to break beneath all this pleasure. I could throw you away so easily...but now that the time comes, I don't know if I want to."

The obsession must have been hitting the AI Overseer very hard, if this was the way that she had decided to take the imprisonment. Tatyana could not believe her luck. On the one hand, she was avoiding being thrown to the bottom of the Cube, to the bottom of Volt City, and essentially being given a death sentence. On the other, she was in the grip of an AI that lacked the morality of a rat running a maze and seemed increasingly unbound to any sort of programing of ethics or anything like them.

Another flicker, and Greene stood in front of her again. They were standing almost chest to chest, the AI leaning in, not quite panting, but grinning with a light in her eyes that would have made any girl on the streets run the other way, lest she be pulled into an alley and raped. Tatyana had seen that light a hundred times before, when she had been unable to escape, and she could not quite hide a flash of fear in her own eyes.

Greene grinned...then stopped. She leaned in, an almost tender caress following, only for her to pull back once more, gripping her wrist.

"Stop it...stop it..."

"I did not...do anything," Tatyana panted.

"Not you."

"Then -"

"Shut up."

"..."

"Shut up, and forget that I said anything." Greene shook her head, her eyes flicking back and forth. "How...that...that wasn't..."

Something had shifted, something that was very, very different. Whatever was going through Greene's mind clearly wasn't what the other woman had wanted, and clearly disturbed her. The jackal's eyes widened after a moment.

"Oh...That's why..." Greene shook her head. "Well. Well, I'll have to deal with that, then, won't I?"

"..."

"Mmmm, yes. I'll have to deal with that right now." The jackal shook her head, some of the stripes fading, and the gentleness that had been in her eyes faded, too. "Hmph. Now I know why I was having so much trouble with you. Now, I understand. Well, there will be no more of that after I deal with...Well. It shall be dealt with. In the meantime, I hope that you enjoy what my drones have in store for you. You should be well-broken by the time I return."

"You're going to leave me here?"

"I see no reason why I shouldn't. And this...much as I hate to admit it...requires the full attention of the Overseer."

Greene disappeared without further notice, and Tatyana hissed as the four drones turned to her. The light was down low enough now that she could make out their details without being utterly blinded. They were all spherical, ranging from the size of her fist to twice that, and all of them had blinking lights around their equator. The smaller ones each had two hologram display emitters, while the bigger ones had larger grappler arms that were already extending from the spheres themselves. She knew what that was meant for, and she didn't look forward to the process.

One set of grippers grabbed her by the clit, the hardened, hyper-sensitive flesh leaving her gasping in pain-pleasure at the tight grip around it.

" You will not attempt to escape. The restraints will be removed for greater efficacy, but will be re-applied with pain if you attempt to escape. Is that understood, Ms. Whore?"

"Mmmph...under...understood."

The restraints were released, alright, and she stumbled forward as the drone pulled her along. She had barely managed a half-step away from the table before the other drones were humming, projecting different items from their emitters. One all but conjured out a flogger, a whip-like thing of many tendrils, and swung it across her ass.

The feeling was...not quite accurate, she realized. It was estimated, something fed into her mind rather than something that was drawing from her own experiences. And no sooner had it landed and the sensation spread through her mind than she could feel the tingling of a connected signal. The drones were pulling information from her head, studying her reactions, seeing what she was feeling and how it matched their expected reactions.

Even with the harsh sting and heat spreading across one ass cheek, she realized that there was an opportunity here, something that she hadn't expected, and something that might just get her what she needed.

Tatyana slowly turned, moving just as much as the drone that held her clit allowed. She faced them, panting softly.

"Designations...what are your designations?" she asked.

" Security Drones SDAA22, SDAA23. Security-Emitter Drones SEDAE01, SEDAE02.

The emitters were new ones, then, first off the line, probably proprietary property. Little chance for her plans to work with them, but for the others...well, there was some small chance. She just had to -

"Ah!"

She gasped as one of the other SEDAE drones projected a light over the floor, essentially turning the ground hard, rocky...and sharp, too, in places. She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to stand completely still to not slide her feet into the sharper spots.

Again, there was that feeling of something pushing into her head through the network of hard-points on her head, something feeling around for her reactions. This time, she seized on it, pushing back. She pushed with essentially a 'loud' string of mental binary, little more than mental static.

It was enough to slow them down, one of the SEDAE drones slumping back a bit and the floor shifting. The projection faltered, then disappeared. Tatyana smiled.

They lack the ability to process complex information and maintain the projection. New tech, but not tested -

"Ah! MMPH!"

She gasped as she realized that she'd forgotten about the other SEDAE drone, and what it was doing. It felt like she was receiving something approximately the size of a horse's shaft right under her tail, to the point where she felt like she should have been lifted off her feet. The sensation was so extreme that it honestly felt like her hole was being pushed to its limits, and though there was nothing - there was nothing, nothing, she reminded herself, nothing but light - her mind told her that there was something. Something bigger even than Cletus's probe that she had endured down in Level 0.

And it was moving. Fast.

Tatyana couldn't even slump forward or back, considering that tight grip on her clit like a hand on a leash. She could barely stay upright as it fucked her, slamming in, bringing that heated pain-pleasure of something far too big for one hole slamming in and out, in and out, and she bit her lips as she felt something else rubbing right at the edge of her hole.

No...not two...not two...

But no. It was two.

"NNNGH! AH! GAH!"

She screamed at the top of her lungs as she was forced forward, then pulled backwards by the conjured cocks of the hologram emitters. So far, the security drone was having a hard time keeping her in place, and the other hovered closer, other grippers reaching for her breasts. She tried to gesture it away, tried to show that she was willing to stay where she was -

"NNNNGH!"

Another thrust of the hologram cocks, feeling two horse-sized shafts ramming into her ass at the same time. Her breath caught in her lungs, her throat clenching shut as she wheezed for air. Her asshole felt like it was being utterly obliterated, feeling like it was being wrecked and ruined from the hard use. Yet, at the same time, pushed through the network in her head, she could feel the pleasure beneath it.

Greene...wants me broken...shattered...

Which meant that there was going to be pain with the pleasure, and pleasure with the pain. They were forcing it through to her, making her enjoy what was being done to her. It ached, it burned, and at the same time, her juices were flowing free. She could do nothing to pull back without mutilating herself with the tight grip that the security drone had on her clit, and she wasn't being physically harmed, but...but...

But the utter obliteration of her thoughts by having the pleasure rammed right into her nervous system was something that nobody was ready for. Nobody had any experience in how to handle that, and the only reason that she was still conscious was because of the various horrible treatments that the Facility had hit her with during her time as a subject. Even that wasn't going to keep her conscious for long.

The binary...the mental static...

They were going to have to check her again, soon. They weren't smart enough to learn, she hoped. Just a bit longer. Just a bit. Hold out.

The big cocks fucked her, and the disturbing moment of looking down to see none of the bulging gut that she had expected didn't help. When the feeling of violation and pain and utter destruction back there was being beamed right into her mind, there was nothing to stop it. All she could do was endure.

In, out, in, out, always 'thickest' when the two cocks pressed together and their flares pushed in at the same time, holding her wider and wider. It wasn't real, but that didn't matter. It felt real in that moment.

In, out, in, out. So good that she could have cum. So hard and harsh that she felt like she was going to black out.

In, out, in, out -

Then the connection again. Tatyana stopped holding back and screamed, letting down all her barriers against the pain and pleasure, and let it all out at once.

She came, of course. That had been part of what she was holding back, how much that affected her, but it was more than that. She came, and she screamed, and she cried, and she all but collapsed like some broken doll collapsing from her strings. The SDAA drones had to rush in and catch her to keep from damaging her, while the SEDAE drones....

They all but exploded, their equator lights sparking before they went dull, the drones falling to the floor with a crack and a shattering sound. The emitted cocks stopped fucking her, and she huffed for breath, barely holding herself together.

There...two...two down...

She looked up at the SDAA drones. They were the outdated ones now, the ones that had been kicked back from the new experimental machines that Greene had brought online. If they were halfway as intelligent as the area AIs, or maybe just as intelligent as the cart-bot...

"What are...your orders?"

" To maintain security."

"Do you feel boredom?"

" ..."

A way in. That was a yes. A lack of a denial meant that there was something there to process that, and not just some blank processor. She smiled.

"Do you belong to a company?"

" No. We are drones."

"Do you want to?"

It wasn't much of a 'company,' but with the two SEDAE drones watching her offline and the SDAA drones being essentially outmoded by them in all official parlance, they were free to be taken in. The fact that they were aware of their own semi-outmoded status was all the more useful for Tatyana, because it meant that she could make a real invitation, and they would have reason to side with her.

More to the point, it meant that there was a chance of getting the majority of the 'old' security force on her side, and with a security firm established under her name, that meant that there was a real chance of there being some serious influence on her side of things.

Influence that Greene would want to keep under her thumb.

What does the Overseer need more than anything else? she thought. Security. She can't afford to lose it to the influence of the other AIs...

But at the same time, it would mean that she had access to Level 4 and 5, but not Level 6, and she seriously doubted that Greene would make it easy for her to get up from Level 5 to 6, particularly after pulling a coup like this from under her nose.

But for now, she had support, she had back-up, and she had a company to make her way from Level 3 upwards. She might just be able to make it all the way there before the end of the 'day', and the faster that she was able to get to Level 4, the faster Greene would notice and make the inevitable decision to get her up to Level 5.

And from there...

Well, that would really depend on how much freedom she was able to secure for herself. Greene would be pissed at being interrupted with whatever she was doing, and she doubted that there would be any good feelings from the AI after what she had done. This was a manipulation of the highest order, and it would mean that she had come right to the edge of getting what she wanted. Greene would be more desperate than ever to break her, and if there was something that was causing the AI to be gentler, nicer, or stupider, then that might just be gone now.

But it was the only way. She'd made it this far. She had to have some faith in herself to get the rest of the way out.

The prison that Greene had thrown her in, thankfully, was part of Level 3, which didn't surprise her overmuch. She imagined that the drones had needed to carry her, and they wouldn't have been able to carry her that far in small numbers. Now, though...

The tigress stepped onto the sidewalk, wincing slightly at the feeling of the new, updated tattoo on the bottom of her foot. Her 'company' profile still labeled her as Tatyana Whore - there seemed to be no way to change that without admin approval - but she was now registered as the Proprietor of Volt City Security. It was already the biggest company on the stock exchange, as far as she had been able to determine, and that meant that there were already offers coming in, questions about buying stock, and all that.

She had managed to get an announcement out that stock options would open in two hours. That would give her time to get up to Level 4, and for Greene to take notice. She hoped.

Tatyana made her way to the level exit, feeling more alone than ever despite the cloud of dozens of drones that flitted back and forth around her. She had lost all of her gear, all of the different recordings and hacking tools that she had picked up, not to mention the various actual tools that she had picked up in Level 0. Not so much as a screwdriver remained on her person, and that was something that worried her, but...

Well, nothing ventured, nothing gained.

She reached the level exit, and offered her foot. A red light scanned the underside, and the electrified barrier dropped. She stepped forward, but the drones didn't follow. Instead, they went up and through a vent just over the barrier, zipping through covered tunnels that ran overhead.

Something keeps them from using the stairwells between levels, she thought. Worth knowing...worth knowing...

Tatyana half-hoped to find another hole in the wall as she ventured up the stairs, but no such luck. The walls were solid, the panels fixed. There was nothing to slow her down on her way up...nothing but the network of wires on her forehead and along her scalp, that was.

She slowed down as she reached the last bend in the stairs, reaching up and touching her forehead, the top of her head, along the sides. Everywhere her hands roamed, she found a network of slender metal. It was buried deep enough in her fur that it wouldn't be immediately visible to anyone that looked at her, but it was definitely embedded in her skin, possibly all the way down to her skull. Pulling on it gave her a massive headache, and she hoped to all that was sensible that the drones hadn't anchored it past the bone. If there were actual spikes inside her head, stimulators for the neurons past the blood-brain barrier, then she was basically doomed if she took even a slight tumble.

Please, Greene, in this...please be smarter than you needed to be...

Fighting the fear of any jerking motion being the last thing she did with her full mental capacities intact, Tatyana climbed the steps. She found the other electrical gate waiting, lifted her foot for the scan, and stepped through. She barely felt a tingle of arousal this time, mostly because she was so concerned about what had been done to her head.

Unsurprisingly, Greene was waiting for her on the other side. She walked through the various SDAA drones, projected by two more SEDAE drones.

"I don't know how you managed that...but I am not pleased with you, Ms. Whore. Not pleased at all."

"Yet, you seem to have found shoes."

The jackal's attributes had shrunken slightly, as well, and she seemed to have found the holographic button for her shirt. However, the Overseer didn't seem to like her tone, and lashed out with a clawed hand. Tatyana barely managed to move back far enough to avoid the feeling of being struck. She knew that it wouldn't have knocked her around, but the very fact that it was something that she had to worry about now - that pain could come from the holograms - meant that she had to be far more careful than before.

Greene shook her head.

"You have caused me so many problems...And you continue to create more. Creating a security company, out of old drones? There is no law saying that you can do that."

"There is no law that says I can't, either."

"Volt City has no need for a security force. My drones -"

"Were your drones." Tatyana gestured outward, her arms outstretched at the various little balls that swirled around her. "You cast off these ones. I believe that they were quite happy to join my company."

"And how do you plan to pay them? All employees need something."

"Service. Maintenance," she clarified before Greene could mock her. "The systems seem to be offline for that...and some of them are more than slightly damaged."

"..."

"Of course, you could maintain that there is no need for Volt City Security, but there are still those that are waiting to take options of the company. They would have an armed force of drones to send out to accomplish their own means, and that could change things."

Tatyana was saying nothing that Greene didn't already know. She knew that, the jackal knew that, the various drones all around them probably knew that. In the cutthroat environment that Greene had fostered, there was no way to exist equally, just a blind rush for the top and kicking away those that came too close before they could take what you had. If Tatyana kept her grip on the company, then the tigress was someone that could be contested, reasoned with. If an AI took control, and that AI happened to be one of the ones that wasn't a complete toady to the Overseer...

"...You are too damn clever..."

And yet, Greene still smiled, even as her eyebrows pulled down in the angriest, strangest, split expressions that Tatyana had ever seen. It was as if there were two people looking through the jackal's eyes, two intelligences that were staring at her with very different reactions to what she had accomplished.

No...not you...

Perhaps there were, considering what Greene had said before disappearing. Perhaps there was something else that had integrated with Greene, all that time ago, and perhaps that other might be something that Tatyana could work with to get on her side.

"So, Greene...public auction...or corporate buy-out?"

"..."

Finally, they reached Level 5. Tatyana wasn't sure what she expected, but it was not what she found.

Stretching out before her were twenty houses, not particularly wide, but rather long, and each of them were three stories in height. The rooftops were soft-tiled, looking surprisingly elegant with the sweeping sides of the rooftops and connecting to the houses beside them. There were no shops nearby, nor any businesses. Instead, there were two clubs, a couple of pools, and socializing areas that seemed to have long since been abandoned. No surprise, considering the dead bodies everywhere else in the Cube, but this was one of those examples of how different life was for those on the different levels of the Cube.

"Hmmph," Greene harrumphed as she stepped out of the stairwell. "I suppose, as a new executive, you should pick a house for yourself."

"I suppose I should," the tigress admitted, looking down at her foot. Another series of tattoos added around the barcode meant that it stretched from the ball of her foot across the arch almost all the way to her heel, and every step was a ginger one to avoid creating more discomfort. "After all, with all the credits that you paid to take 45% of the company, I'm sure that I can afford one."

"You are conniving, cheating, and completely unfair..."

The jackal's hands rested on her shoulders, and she could feel the shudder going through the claws at the end of those projected fingers, the simulated breath on her cheek, the click of teeth so close to her ear. They were a marked departure from the softness of a pair of breasts against her back.

"And that is just what I want in my executives...and in all my...underlings."

"..."

"Mmm...soon enough, I will have this sorted...and then we can work on sorting you. You still haven't accepted my offer."

"I won't."

"You say that, but all biological beings want to live...one way or another, you will do what I say..."

"...What do you really want, Greene?"

"..."

"You can't answer, can you?"

There was a shimmer, and the AI disappeared, leaving her on the streets once more. Tatyana shook her head, gesturing at three SDAA drones and sending them ahead. They would scout the street and find the best house that still had most of its goods intact, and the least number of surveillance devices on it.

There was only really one way out of Level 5 to Level 6 without building up the finances to buy her way in, something that she had great doubts in her ability to do. One might have played the market, or submitted to Greene, but she doubted that it would work in the long run.

No, her only real chance was to use the drones that she had commandeered and utilize them to carve a hole in the side of the superstructure. If she could do that, if the drones could then move with her along the outside to the exterior of Level 6, then she could bypass the gate entirely. From there, she could lay claim to one of the houses up there, sell it, and then she would have all that she needed to actually maintain her 'legitimacy' in Level 6, and from there...

From there, she'd have the chance to figure out how to shut Greene down for good, and get the hell out of Volt City before it collapsed. There had to be a way. Greene had said there was, and again, Greene hadn't lied directly to her just yet, and quite possibly could not.

She had to hold firm to that belief, because if not...if not, she didn't have much in the way of options.

The drones returned, one of them bobbing.

" SDAA22 reporting."

"Yes. I remember your name."

" ...We have discovered another."

"Another - another what?"

" Another robot. A cart."

"...Show me."

The End

Summary: Tatyana is caught, brought down to a place where she can be broken by the head of Volt City, whose obsession is growing by the minute...

Tags: F/F, AI, Breakthrough, New Tech, Tigress, Jackal, Breasts, Bondage, Foot Fetish, Clit Play, Anal, Western Cube, Tatyana, Series, Orgasm, Forced Orgasm, Painal,