By FoxFaceStories
A Story Tier Prompt for Scoobert
In a future corporate dystopia, the cyberpunk antihero Benji survives by evading the law and keeping ahead of the corpo-industrial complex, taking merc jobs as they come with his trustworthy crew. But when their most profitable infiltration yet requires one of them to become an attractive woman, it’s time to get the bodymods on and become . . . Bonnie Billions!
Bonnie Billions, Part 4
Ren Takana-Mayson’s estate was far larger than even Bonnie had predicted. Deimo’s info had been some old hackjob, because this guy and his clan didn’t just own a section of the upper needle; they owned the entire top-most ring of it. One could look up in the ‘sky’ to the other side of the Needle’s curving ring, and know that all the mansions and forests and gardens and pools and data centres and securi-mech compounds were all Takana-Mayson’s. These were the elite of the elite, so much so that they even had a private island on a little private lake further ‘up’ the curve, and Bonnie could only imagine the kind of dark secrets that could spill from such a secure location. This was the land of trillionaires, of people so high up the ladder that they could no longer set their eyes on Earth, and quite literally at that.
But, she had to admit, their taste in alcohol was damn good, even if she couldn’t get a drunken kick out of it thanks to Deimos’ damn mods.
“You like this one?” Ren asked her from across the table. “It is a French original. Stolen by the Nazis and added to Adolf Hitler’s personal stash. The Swiss got it, and it was parted to the Japanese as a diplomatic gift, whereupon it disappeared . . . until I acquired the warehouses that stored it. I have been waiting for a beautiful woman to share it with.”
“Lucky for you that you found her, then,” Bonnie said with a mischievous wink.
They were in an expansive room filled with medieval Nippon art, all of it genuine and from Gifu, apparently. Ren fancied himself quite the modern Oda Nobunaga, to hear him speak. A grand unifier of the modern world, a shogun who had conquered not only the world of business but the stars as well. Bonnie, for all that she preferred her knowledge to lie in the world of tech, drugs, and the righteous expenditure of creds, knew enough about Nippon history that she was also aware that Oda Nobunaga had been ambushed at the height of his power, forced to flee into his own rooms and commit seppuku. There was a moral in that, she decided, though damn well what it was she couldn’t be sure.
“What do you think of my fine grounds, Lady Ni-Anison?” he asked her, gesturing to the magnificent view out the window, through which they could see the entire length of the rotating interior of the needle lit up in imitation of night.
“Your lands upon the Needle?” she asked. “Or the Needle itself?”
At this, the older gentleman barked out a laugh. “Is it so obvious that I consider the Needle mine?”
“Only so far as a snake’s head owns the body, I suppose.”
“You are dodging the question.”
She gave another wink. He really was a handsome fox of a man. Part of her mission required being alone with him, and she was distinctly aware of four - no, five - bodyguards present nearby, and at least three of them were juiced up on wires and implants.
“They are magnificent, Ren,” she replied. “So far, that is. But I will withhold my opinion until I have seen all you have to offer.”
Ren chuckled. “That would take weeks. Are you that confident of staying so long?”
“That is up to you, of course. But I am confident. I believe I am charming you, Ren, just as you charm me. And if I am stepping upon a line in the sand, well . . . consider me just a little tipsy from this father fine French wine I’ve been hearing about so recently.”
The man leaned forward, examining her. For a moment, she thought she’d gone too far, but then he smiled.
“Yes, perhaps you will be a good one. Not like all the others who failed me. Those girls were so much more . . . disposable than you, Lady Ni-Anison.”
She extended her hand and he took it.
“Call me Yua,” she replied as he kissed her hand.
“Yua,” he replied softly, but then he gripped her hand with surprising firmness, his face going cold. “You are mine, Yua. If you stay here, your banter, your witty exchanges, they will be marvellous. But you will also be mine, as is everything on the Needle.”
It was hurting her. If she’d still had her chemicals, she could have just dialled back the pain and smiled. As it was, Bonnie Billions cringed a little. She had to push through and nod demurely just like Ren wanted, and instead just think about how much she wanted to sell his ruling class ass to a bunch of meatjob specialists back on Neon Street, turn him into a flesh-puppet like the Haywire Yakuza did back in the day before Simcha-Tech came down hard on them.
“My dear Ren,” she said, pushing past the pain. Weaker wrist now that she was a woman. Damn. “I’m not yours at all.”
His eyebrows raised just for a moment, surprised by her defiance. But Bonnie just gave him a daring smirk.
“Because first you have to conquer me,” she purred.
Ren released her grip. She resisted the urge to rub her sore wrist, and instead placed it down in her lap before sliding forwards against the table and showing off her deep line of cleavage.
“You’ll have to prove yourself, Ren. Prove yourself very intimately. Are you up to that challenge?” She licked her lips, then downed the rest of her red wine, tousling her hair back flirtatiously. “Are you up to that challenge?”
Ren smiled. She had him. Hook, line, and cyber.
***
It was a hit as good as anything injected into her veins, and though her vision wasn’t going full kaleidoscope like all the best hallucigen-stimjabs, the clarity of vision only made it better. Bonnie straddled her trillionaire mark, his hard USB sliding perfectly up into her port, no double-checking the passageway required. All neat. All slick. All natural, baby.
And Bonnie Billions was fucking slick.
“Ohhhhh!” she moaned, uncaring how high her sweet voice rose. Relishing it, in fact. Recording it digital in the braincase, leastwise till she could get it in MP3. “Yesss! F-fuck yesssss!”
Ren squeezed her large tits, pressing them together like ripe fruit. It was a little painful, but Benji had always been a bit of a masochist, Nygard would be the first to say so, and Leon would laugh at any claim otherwise. So she just embraced the pain and pressed her big tits out further, popping one right into Ren’s mouth so he could suck her tits like he was a newborn baby. His tongue flickered across it, leaving her in shivering fits. Bonnie closed her eyes, arching her back and raising her head to the aquarium ceiling below where an entire school of sharks glided softly overhead. The perks of being a trillionaire, she supposed, but Bonnie didn’t feel like she was underwater. She felt like she was riding the line of cyber itself, dancing straight towards the mainframe. Ready to shut down or blow out. She rose and fell upon Ren Takana-Mayson’s fat cock, plunging her pussy down upon it, taking in his entire length and then rising up so that he almost exited her, only to let him stretch her wet depths wide once more.
“F-fuuuuuck!” she cried. “Fuck yes! Fucking fuck yesss!”
Ren chuckled, still playing with her tits and then finally shifting to grip her hips. Her soft ass jiggled with each thrust upon his joystick, stars playing over her eyes like she was turning into some sidealley hologirl.
“You have quite the animal in you when it comes to the bedroom, Yua!” he grunted, shivering himself as he plunged up into her. She lowered herself and kissed him, letting her big breasts slide across his surprisingly muscular chest.
“A lady should always be ready to surprise her man,” she whimpered, opening her eyes more fully to take in his handsomeness. She kissed him again, then moaned as he fucked her harder. “Besides, you are an animal too, Ren. My powerful bear.”
“A tiger,” he corrected.
“A tiger,” she repeated, licking her lips. “Now dominate me. Fucking conquer me.”
He gripped her by the hair and pulled her to the side, and it was enough to make Bonnie start orgasming just from the rough stuff. She’d once hired a disco-maid down by the Malay-Dutch Glitch cafe to do something just like this; throw Benji around and kick the shit out of him while he was riding a wild kaleidoscopic cocktail of hallucinogens. It had been some of the best, and most painful, pleasure of his life. But now her pleasure rose far above that. Ren shoved her back and forced her legs wide, his cock still in her pussy. He was on top of her now, pressing her down, his hands on hers.
“F-fuck yeahhhh! Make it hurt!” she cried.
Ren’s face showed confusion. Too late, the alleyrunner remembered that this guy was elite. He didn’t want to please her. He wanted to toy with her, and make her remember who was in charge. She hid her smirk and started to struggle.
“You’re hurting me!”
“Good. I’m breaking you in, my lovely Lady. Scream for me. Beg, and I might not cause so much pain.”
He thrust harder, pushing her head back and gripping her long black hair. Bonnie gasped, wailing and thrashing but also moaning, putting on a performance that no doubt would have Nygard rubbing one or two or three out if he ever got hold of the cam footage, which he wouldn’t. But it was all worth it, because Ren became a madman, ramming his long dick into her until she couldn’t take anymore.
“Yes! YESSS! STOP! NO! YESSS! OH GOD, MR TAKANA-MAYSON! YOU HAVE TO STOP! I’M GOING TO - AAAIIIEEE!!!”
Her body exploded into orgasm, and then another, and then another. Even in the midst of the delirium, Bonnie was a little irritated; if she could finally install the adrenal drug glands, she’d be riding so high that the chemfiends in Haze Alley would look like they’d been hooked on slo-mo for a damn year.
Still, it was a damn good feeling.
In the aftermath, she curled up against Ren, letting him hold her tightly. She always felt like watching a Nippon neo-noir crime holo afterwards, but she had to stay in character.
“Now do you understand?” Ren said, caressing her gorgeous form and then cupping her breast as he whispered into her ear.
“I own you, Yua Ni-Anison. I own your body now.”
He couldn’t see, but Bonnie was smirking to high hell.
The guy was a good lover. Too bad he was a piece of shit corporate cockhead of a trillionaire. It was going to be fun making him think he was in control.
Right up until the point where she robbed him.
***
Days passed. Things couldn’t be rushed, ‘specially not a heist of the most secure vault known across the wire. Ren was a paranoid type. Each day Bonnie was peppered with questions, always delivered in a friendly voice, but with the knowledge that the puppeteer, the player of the Great Game, the greedy ruler with an ever-gnawing desire for more and more and more, was ready to come out. He studied her, and her movements were always followed by his guards, who were equipped with a level of bio-hacking tech even she’d have difficulty scrambling or spiking. Deimos’ little hibernation chamber was only barely able to keep ahead of their probes, though even then some contradictions bubbled to the surface.
“My security office informs me that you have a number of interesting genetic markers, Lady Ni-Anison,” Ren told her as they dined at the Needle’s most exclusive restaurant, entirely alone but for his guards, every table reserved by the oligarch.
She’d been prepped for this by Deimos. The military-grade asshole had mocked up some conjob about them being consistent with premature birth issues that were resolved by a Simcha Tech delivery ward team at a high cost. It was a good story, and it was also nuclear bullshit, the kind of G-man cover that would fool a haze fiend on Neon Street, but not a man who played the game like Ren.
“I was a man,” she answered honestly. “Previously.”
Ren cocked his head, clearly surprised at her response. “I had determined as such. I did not expect you to admit it so freely. Unless you felt . . . cornered by deceit.”
“No deceit,” she said. “Except for perhaps this wine; what kind of scam is this establishment running?”
“You are stalling, Yua.”
She smirked. “Not stalling at all. After I have my time with you, I may become a man again. Or something in-between. Clients do so love the unexpected.”
“Am I not seeing the real you?”
“I believe no such a thing exists, Ren. I believe only in power, and the relationships that exist within it. In that way, I suppose, you and I understand one another fully. You alone, perhaps, comprehend the nature of power like I do.”
“And sex.”
“That is the same thing,” she replied, winking. “Though, of course, I could stay a woman longer . . . were we to continue to get along, Mr Takana-Mayson.”
She knew she’d won him over. She’d studied and learned the flash and fry of his physiological tells, his microexpressions, the way he carried himself when he had a worthy opponent . . . so long as he could never really lose.
“And all those implants? The ones that hacked Daeh’s security protocols? What are they for, Lady Ni-Anison?”
“Privacy, of course,” she responded. “And a little personal stimulation. I’m sure a man of your stature can understand the importance of such.”
He folded his fingers together. “On that, my Lady, we can agree entirely. I’d like to show you something. Come. Finish your dinner. Consider this the final part of my extended interview.”
***
It was Ren’s empire. His entire empire. Even Bonnie, who’d skated upon the vast wires of cyber all her life, who’d run the edge of the blade while jacked into the system and high on every stim this side of the Corporate Demarcation Line, could barely comprehend what she was seeing. The expansive room was filled with screens, dominated by a single one that stretched across the viewing platform’s main field of view. Beyond them, the bullet and laser-proof glass, and beyond that, the servers. Thousands of them. Millions of them. The very apex of the needle, where all became zero-grav and weightless and . . . cold. Enough to deal with the heat generated by more computing power than ever imagined.
“Flash,” she whispered to herself. “Absolute flash.”
It didn’t take a corpo-tech type to figure out what she was looking at: the largest brain in existence. An artificial superintelligence.
“My legacy,” Ren said beside her. “The heart of all that I value. More than my clan, more than my wealth and properties, this will be my achievement. My Alpha and my Omega.”
Bonnie had to keep her face looking quizzical. Lady Ni-Anison was good at tech, but she wasn’t Benji-Bonnie Billions levels of good.
“All the data you’ve acquired,” she said, hoping he hadn’t caught her earlier Neon Street slang. “It’s where you store it; right here. You can manipulate every market.”
“Very good!” Ren exclaimed. “A war here, a drought there, an elimination of workers’ rights where needed, a series of investments in the chaos that is mankind. Right now, there are five wars raging, and I sell information to the sides that will inflame it in the direction of my choosing. Even the fledgling US government could not imagine the power I possess right now. Every man, woman, and child, their hopes and dreams, are stored right here, ready to be sifted through and decided upon. It is . . . intoxicating.”
Bonnie pressed herself against him. It would be so easy to slide one of the blades in her hair through his heart, or to simply shred out his eyeballs. Or use some of her combined Krav-Maga/Ju-jitsu to crush his windpipe and leave him suffering as he choked on his own blood. Every option was tantalising, each promised the rush of a stim so powerful that Deimos himself couldn’t close off the tap. Instead, she calmed herself, and stayed in character, playing her cards as needed.
“It must require such a mighty core code, to handle all that information,” she said.
“The mightiest,” Ren replied. “A chip. One that took three governments and more than a few subsidiaries to create. Irreplicable, after a number of . . . violent acquisitions. Engineers and scientists and programmers, they can gossip far too much, you see. But I got my prize in the end.” He squeezed her arm tightly just to remind her, and his gaze was meaningful. “I always get my prizes, in the end.”
He returned to looking at the expansive zero-g space beyond the glass with her, the screens showing a flood of information coursing through the system he was the sole ruler of.
“So, consider this your final test, Lady Ni-Anison. Tell me what you think of it.”
Her skin crawled, but a hundred heat-cams and psych-trackers were aimed upon her, and no doubt unseen staff were watching her as well. So she did the unexpected, and pressed her chest against him.
“So much power, so much control,” she purred, helping him remove his jacket, much to his surprise. “It makes a woman like myself rather excited. You ask me what I think about your system? I think I want you to fuck me right now, Ren. I want you to fuck me in front of it. I can’t imagine anything more intoxicating myself.”
Ren smiled. “You truly are a fascinating creature,” he said, and then he began to undo his tie and unbutton his shirt, all while she slid out of her dress. “It’s a shame I cannot see your eyes. You do enjoy hiding them behind those implant glasses, don’t you?”
“They allow me my element of mystique,” I said, teasingly.
What was one last spectacular fuck anyway?
She had to get into contact with Nygard and Deimos ASAP. She’d found the vault. It was right here.
And a goddamn all-powerful AI core code was what they were hijacking.
To Be Continued . . .