“I died,” Mark said, stepping out of the vat. He walked into the shower and started scrubbing and cleaning up. He ran the water hotter than normal and was scrubbing himself too intensely. The aftereffects of an adrenaline dump from the video game.
Eve was in the room. One of the unfortunate downsides to having humandroids as the primary designers of the building is that they don’t understand things like privacy and personal space. These ideas were meaningless to a robot, but driven very deep into the core of human beings.
Eve sat with her legs crossed while bouncing her foot up and down as she watched Mark shower. “I read that some women can cross their legs and move their foot up and down, causing clitoral stimulation that leads to climaxing,” she said.
“Any luck yet on that?” he asked, scrubbing his neck and shoulders.
“No, I’m feeling disappointed in that. I’m making it a design feature of any future humandroids made off of my model.”
“Is this really the most pressing topic at hand?”
“No, but you want to talk about dying, as indicated by your first words when we talked. Don’t worry about it,” she said dismissively. “You died because your neck snapped and you bled out. But, emergency teams nearby, they recovered your brain and are going to resurrect you. Good news for you that your brain wasn’t damaged. That means you’ll get to keep some of the experience you gained while fighting, but you’ll take the resurrection penalty.”
That relieved Mark. Having revived more than a few people, he knew that the process would take a few hours before he could hop back into the game. He looked at himself naked in the mirror.
All of the workout sessions had paid off. Mark didn’t gain much muscle, but his body started showing more definition and striation in his muscles. Then he looked at his manhood. He hadn’t seen action in the game or in the real World in a very, very long time. He’d found out one of the perks to his rig was sex was way better for him than for most people in the Proxima Galaxies. The games default setting lessened impact prevented people from committing suicide when their lover died in game or forming other attachments.
He wanted to get out of his concrete fortress and go to his favorite hangouts. Some spicy food, some strong alcohol, and a couple of hot babes. That sounded heavenly. Far better than working out, running a government, and getting blown up, his current routine.
“Maybe I can help,” Eve said, walking up behind him. She grabbed his cock and started stroking. She had an oily lubricant in her hands that made each stroke glide with ease. His traitorous penis immediately grew large, coming up to the top of his naval button as she kept going.
Despite the fact that it felt incredible, Mark really didn’t want to have sex with Eve. For one thing, she could kill him without flinching. Second, she had all of his money. If he started having sex with her, he may as well tattoo “Eve’s bitch” on his ass.
A very old song started playing in his head.
She's an old-time ambassador of sweet-talking, night-walking games
And she's known in the darkest clubs for pushing ahead of the dames
If she says she can do it, then she can do it, she don't make false claims
But she's a queen and such are queens that your laughter is sucked in their brains
Now she's leading him on, and she'll lay him right down
Yes, she's leading him on, and she'll lay him right down
But it could have been me, yes, it could have been me
Why didn't I say, why didn't I say, no, no, no
“Maybe I’ll just peg you instead,” she said, grabbing his ass.
“Hey Eve,” he said, stepping away. “You’re great and all, but I don’t think we should get involved in a sexual manner.” As far as awkward conversations went, trying to persuade someone when you’re naked with an erection topped Mark’s experiences.
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She smirked. “I know,” she said, “But I can’t have my money maker walking around depressed. Girls,” she clapped her hands.
Two women walked in.
The first woman wore a see-through blue silk kimono with a floral pattern on it, opened up to nearly her midriff, exposing most of her breasts. They were a firm D cups size. The kimono only went down to just beneath her butt, yet she maintained modesty by moving with a demure shyness in her body movement, slowly shifting side to side. She had black hair, blue eyes, and an East Asian look to her, except with the more tanned skin normally seen in .
The second woman wore the same style of kimono, except hers was red. She had warm chestnut colored hair that draped down to midway on her back. Her skin was the same pastel white which Eve had, accentuated by her vivid pink lips. Her cheeks had blush applied, giving them a rouge color. Her breasts were maybe B to C sized.
“This is Chinatsu,” Eve said, pointing at the first girl. “And the other is Ivy.”
Chinatsu went behind Mark, massaging his back and kissing him while pushing her breasts up against him. Ivy went to his front, kissing him on the side of his neck and stroking him. Chinatsu pushed him gently from behind while Ivy pulled, moving him towards the bed. Once they moved him over there, they pushed him down on the bed.
“Uh, who are they?” Mark asked, his brain not working anywhere near its optimal capacity. Chinatsu walked up to his stomach and started kissing him passionately, while Ivy put his cock in her mouth.
“They’re your employees,” Eve said with a smirk. “Consider this a fringe benefit. It’s what happens in all of those pornos you humans watch, figure you might enjoy the real thing. You should ask Captain Smith to have dinner with you when you get resurrected and back in the game. Have fun,” she said as she walked out of the room, giving a little wave goodbye behind her.
Mark was about to come, slightly embarrassed because it was happening too quickly, but Ivy stopped and grabbed Mark’s hand, while Chinatsu did the same. Both girls were now naked, their kimonos on the side of the bed. They each moved one of Mark’s hand to between their legs. He could feel that their vaginas were warm and wet, beckoning him inside. His fingers slid inside of them so easily that he felt as if they were being pulled in.
The girls moaned in pleasure, then Chinatsu got on top of him and started riding. Mark kept fingering Ivy while Chinatsu’s body caressed his stomach and thighs with her smooth body. Her vagina enveloped Mark, the pleasure becoming Mark’s only focal point. His body felt like it was being moved by invisible strings, as if he couldn’t control it, even if he wanted to. Her hips moved faster and harder, as Mark had the hardest orgasm of his life. Then, he passed out.
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“Sleep,” Eve thought, as she felt Mark orgasm through her connection. She stimulated the release of prolactin, a natural sleep hormone. He passed out almost immediately, a combination of his exhaustion over his schedule, post-coital satisfaction, and his demanding work routines.
Eve felt a sense of immense satisfaction over how well she molded the man. She didn’t quite have the capacity to understand emotions, despite the amount of data that Mark’s brain supplied her, but she figured her feelings towards Mark were a cross between a proud teacher and a proud animal owner. His expanding power within the game, due in no small part to her, was earning more money for her and enabling her to expand her empire.
But there were distractions that had to be taken care of. She took the elevator down into the basement. She put on her protective equipment, a full suit of medical scrubs to prevent any contamination. As she put on her gloves, she walked up to her guest.
Shin Saito sat in a chair, his skull opened up in the back. His arms and feet were restrained by thick leather straps. He glared at Eve, but didn’t say anything. Eve dutifully scrubbed her hands and put on her latex gloves.
“Your organization has put a bounty on my employee.” Even though she was technically Mark’s employee, she was the one running things, so that made him her employee. “Now, we could torture you for a few days, try to find out what you know. But I ran those simulations in my head and determined there’s a 99% chance you’ll lie to us or withhold key information. So I have a different solution.”
She walked behind him and removed the back of his skull cap. She then peered into his brain. The anesthetic was local only, so Shin was still conscious.
“So I found a solution that would make you more complaint. This is the next generation of neural implants, far more extensive than any others on the market. Soon, you will also be a loyal employee.”
One of the attending humandroids gave Eve the implant. It was a bulky thing, covering both the frontal lobes and the lower areas. If necessary, she could fully control someone with this implant, though this would require a lot of attention and she’d rather manipulate the subject’s emotional state into compliance. It had worked wonders on Mark. She could hear the occasional whispers of doubt in his head, but mostly, he accepted the new status quo. She felt a sense of pride in that accomplishment.
She inserted the neural implant into Shin’s head, then resealed his skull cap with plates and screws. She removed his wrist and leg restraints.
“Tell me,” she asked him. “Who do you serve?”
He fell onto his knees before her, oxycontin flooding his brain, telling him that he was fully devoted to the woman in front of him.
“I serve the Iron Queen, my lady.”
The art of war is very simple. Find your enemy as soon as possible, strike as hard as possible, then move on. Shin would tell her where her enemy was.