CyberpunkErotica (5 page)

Reaching out with my mind to the neural interface, I adjusted my own brain patterns, realigning neurons, altering chemicals, rewriting my own DNA. I became one with the Neural Data Net. I survived.

I explored my new inner world. Computers, files, security, anything on the network was there to see. Computers control everything. I could now control the computers.

Memories exploded, vivid and real. I saw my father, laughing as he picked me up. My mother, before she abandoned us. My father on his deathbed. I turned away, looking for more pleasant memories until I realised I now had the power to re-create my past any way I chose. In a flash, I was with my first boyfriend again, the first time I ever had sex, but now I was controlling the scenario, making it what I wanted, making it better.

We were in Sean’s bedroom, a typical squalid teen bedroom of dark walls, festering plates and dirty clothes dumped all over. I twitched my mind and the walls moved back and became higher, the windows became larger, real sunlight burst through in an incredible shaft of pure gold. The bed became king sized, a lush, soft pit of silk decadence that brushed my skin like a caress.

I also did something I’ve always wanted—a threesome with two men. Wrecker was always happy to do threesomes with two women, but despite claiming to be easy with his own sexuality, he never consented to another man being with us. Now, I had that chance. Yet, I turned away from Wrecker in the scenario. Instead, I brought in Max.

Max was a man I knew a few years ago, a welder in a legitimate garage, not just some back-street, cut-and-shut place. As such, he always seemed out of reach, a little too good for me, better than me. God, I wish I’d just acted at the time and told him how much I liked him, but fear of rejection held me back. Now, I could rectify that past mistake.

The actual sex had been disappointing with Sean. I’d just lay there while he fumbled about on top. Now, I rolled him over, stroking his chest, luxuriating in his sinewy frame. I straddled him and moved my hands down, crooking my fingers and stroking his taut stomach, while behind me, Max wrapped his large arms around me and kissed my neck, tickling me with his lips. I could feel Sean’s cock straining at me from below and Max’s from behind.

I moved round, teasing them both, staying out of range. I grabbed Max’s cock and drew him to the bed. He lay down next to Sean, their arms entwining, kissing each other tenderly. I nearly came just watching that. Sean was slender and defined, Max had arms and legs like tree trunks and the round belly of a man who enjoyed his food.

I nearly passed out just looking, so I quickly gave myself a job to do. I ducked down and made myself comfortable against the legs and thighs of my two lovers. I gently pulled on each cock, rubbing each one, both filling my hands with a satisfying length and girth. I increased the pressure, making each man moan and then licked the end of each one. Sean tasted of summer days and free love, Max of hard work and assured strength.

I licked a little more, switching from cock to cock, before finally devouring Max in one great gulp. He gasped in pleasure as I enveloped him and somehow grew another inch in my mouth. I grinned and sucked harder, moving my head back and forth along the shaft, squeezing tightly with my hand around the base of his cock, teasing with my tongue stud, while pumping Sean with my free hand, totally in control, getting wetter and wetter as I worked myself up to a sexual frenzy.

I released Max with a wet, loud pop. He jumped as the last wave of pleasure broke over him. He grinned and hauled me around, as easily as if I were a doll, and laid me down on the bed. He disappeared down below, leaving Sean to kiss my neck and feel my breasts from behind as I lay on his taut body.

I gasped at the pressure on my breasts, the soft hands caressing me, rubbing my pink nipples, gently tugging at the chain that linked them. My breasts seemed to expand with delight. My nipples certainly did, stretching out like bullets as Sean manipulated them and my studs and chains.

I moaned as Max unfurled his tongue. He played with my clit ring, licking around it, gently tugging it with the tip of his tongue and lapping at the juice this caused. I grabbed his head and wrapped my legs around him, burying him in there. He didn’t disappoint. His tongue pushed up and in, parting me, making me explode as the sensual, sensitive tongue worked straight on my hot spots.

I yelped in delight, an orgasm rippling through me, my pussy expanding and contracting as the juices flowed out. Hearing Max slurp and swallow the hot liquid brought another climax as I shared myself with him completely until the bastard came up for air. Still, I couldn’t complain.

I leapt up, grabbed Max around the back of his neck, dragged myself to him and kissed him, hard and long, my tongue licking around his mouth to taste myself, my hands rubbing his huge chest. Then, I spun around and got comfortable over Sean, ready for the next act.

I slipped my hand over Sean’s cock, feeling the length and width of the muscle. I grinned as it flexed in my hand, impatiently demanding to be pleasured. I shifted backward, pushing Max back slightly so I could stoop low over Sean’s dick and gently lick the end. In doing so, I presented Max with a prime target as my pussy opened up before him. Without waiting for any other invitation, he slid himself inside me.

I cried out in pleasure. It wasn’t just the physical sensation that delighted me. It was having two men I had long desired, two men who I could now taste and savour in a way that I never could in reality, Sean because he dumped me after that first night, Max because I’d never had the courage to chase him. Now, I had both men, both restructured to be all that I wanted them to be—faithful, protective and hot.

Max continued to slide himself in and out of me, grasping my hips firmly as he did so, each measured thrust sending waves of sparkling colour washing over me. It was as much as I could do to concentrate on Sean’s cock. I drooled over the shaft, licking and teasing, moaning all the time from the pleasure of giving pleasure, as well as the pleasure of being humped long and hard, doggy-style.

I moaned afresh as I finally enveloped Sean’s dick with my mouth, taking the wet, bulging head and sucking on it, tasting the essence, savouring the taste before beginning to move, slowly at first, sliding up and down, then with faster movements, clamping my lips together, using my wet mouth to ensure the friction was hard and erotic as I pumped the cock with my mouth.

Sean cried out in pleasure as he writhed underneath me, my ministrations making him squirm in delight. His hands clasped at my head and ran through my soft hair, pulling my quiff left and right in unconscious movements at the pleasure I was giving him.

I knew Max was enjoying himself as well. His cock was a perfect fit inside my pussy. Each time he slid forward, I kicked back, taking the entire length. I was powerful, in control, with two men who adored me and me alone.

I moved up and did something I’ve never actually done, something I’ve long wanted to do. Without dislodging Max, I lifted myself and sank down onto Sean so I had both cocks up inside my pussy. I literally screamed. It was the best feeling I could imagine, but of course, it was going to be because I had full control of the simulation.

My pussy moulded itself to fit the two great lengths, stretching out to accommodate the double width. I fell forward onto Sean’s slender, defined frame, rubbing my hands frenziedly over his chest and arms, feeling the strength there, while rotating my hips back and forth to increase the penetration of both cocks.

Behind me, Max groaned and pounded my pussy, his huge arms locking me in place, while Sean pumped upward, both cocks working in unison, both covered in my fluids as orgasm after orgasm erupted, my pussy spraying out in near-obscene delight as I rode and was rode by my two stallions. Internal fireworks erupted, exploding in my skull, while the scent of the two men mingled in my nostrils—the sweat, lust and masculine essence combining to intoxicate me, while the sounds of three voices screaming in pleasure pounded my ears.

With another amazing explosion, I was satiated. Max and Sean both pumped their thick, sweet essence into me at the same time before we all sank down in a sweating, throbbing heap, kissing and smiling and laughing, all three satisfied, all three amazed at the power within our own bodies.

Chapter Ten

I returned to reality with some regret.

“It’s working!” shouted Anna. “She’s still alive! She’s somehow coping with the download and the alterations. Our theories were right!”

I glanced over at her, accessing company records, security footage, school reports, all of which was now laid out before me as I penetrated and infiltrated the Neural Data Net and saw all things. I brought up her profile and scanned it.

“Your theories?” I said, my voice a hoarse growl, angry at what was being done to me and in having to leave my two stallions behind in fantasy. “Your theories have mostly been wrong or incomplete. You have been carried by the better work of your colleagues.”

Anna flushed in anger. I accessed a security camera and focussed on her face, so close I could see the flush of red mottling her cheeks one blood vessel at a time as the rage spread over her.

“And what would you know of it?” she demanded.

“Everything,” I replied. “Footage from security cameras five to eight, on the seventeenth of August, two months ago, shows the group discussing how to make the neural interface work with the data net. Breakdown of dialogue shows Doctor Robinson made the greater contribution, making thirty-three per cent of the suggestions. Professor Holloway came second with twenty-nine per cent. Andrew Garfield, thirteen per cent. Melissa Etherdige, eleven per cent. Taylor Mau, eight per cent. Your contribution—four per cent.”

“It’s the quality that counts,” snapped Anna. “Without my idea to harmonise the data relay subroutine through the perception filters, the project would have stalled.”

I scanned the appropriate files, suddenly understanding concepts and technology that before I had never even known existed. “Your idea was lifted from a journal you read online the day before. It was not your idea. Besides, without the team’s input, you would never have been able to implement the idea in a practical manner.”

“It’s teamwork that made all this possible,” snarled Anna. “We all contribute!”

“Overall contribution statistics to project Human Neural Interface,” I responded, analysing the years of data and research in seconds. “Doctor Robinson twenty-four per cent. Professor Holloway twenty-six per cent. Andrew Garfield, fifteen per cent. Melissa Etherdige, fourteen per cent. Taylor Mau, fourteen per cent. Contribution of Anna Grant stands at the lowest of six per cent.”

“And what would a drone like you know about it?” screeched Anna. “What would you know about anything?”

“Grant, Anna, born twenty-eighth of September, 2186, in Hounslow, an area classed as Grade Three in the social policy scale. Schooled at private corporation academy as mother worked for the company and got employee benefits. You may have been geographically on the street, Miss Grant,” I continued, sarcasm dripping from my words, “but you were on the safe edge of it.

“You had a privileged upbringing and a good schooling with a company that immediately gave you a work placement, while others far cleverer than you were passed over because they were from the state system. Your claim to have pulled yourself up, to have made it on your own, a claim repeated some five hundred and twelve times over the five years you have worked for Vine, looks rather false now, doesn’t it? You were given opportunity after opportunity, yet you are only capable of clinging to the coat tails of your colleagues on this project. That is the truth of you, Miss Anna Grant.”

Chapter Eleven

“You want to know truth?” hissed Anna, her face going even redder with rage. “I’ll show you truth!” She hit the neural stimulation switch on the console and pain flooded through me. Pain I had never known before. Pain that lashed my nerve endings. They did not need to tell me what the neural stimulation switch was for. I could see it on the designs in the system. It was the failsafe to keep any test subject under control once they had connected successfully to the neural data net. Its unofficial name was the pain button. It was an electronic collar and leash.

Its use was governed by legal clauses concerning
reasonable neural displacement, commensurate to the anti-corporate activity of the test subject
. Anna didn’t give a damn about reasonable neural displacement as she viciously spun the power dial next to the button and watched me writhe in agony.

“Anna! For God’s sake, Anna!” shouted Andrew, running forward and releasing the button. The pain stopped.

Anna glared at him and her colleagues. “What?” she demanded. “The test subject needs to learn boundaries. Need I remind you of the danger she poses, given the access she has to all our systems?”

“We are quite well aware of the danger, that is why the neural stimulation protocol was built into the system,” replied Professor Holloway.

“Is that all you have to say, Professor?” I gasped as the pain receded. “No warning for this bitch of a failure, no investigation despite the fact she has just broken your own corporate policy? Right in front of you?”

“I will deal with the action,” answered Holloway stiffly.

“Really? She should have been suspended immediately, yet you have not done so, despite all the witnesses. But then, you should have suspended Doctor Robinson for fighting with Taylor Mau in the lab last year, but you let the whole incident go without a reprimand.”

“I spoke to both of them about professionalism,” began Holloway testily.

“Oh, how wonderfully discreet. You did not suspend them, as dictated by company policy, because it is easier to let such things go, without causing a fuss, than to deal with them. Isn’t that the case?”

“I’m sure Professor Holloway had the best interests of Doctor Robinson and Taylor at heart,” began Andrew.

I cut him off. “No, he had the best interests of the project at heart. Just as you always have, you spineless drone. You sat on the secret Wildfire
committee to discuss how to deny genuine healthcare to the workers, and you concurred with dosing the worker’s water supply with drugs that mimic good health and thus hide life-threatening disease from the medical scanners. Why did you agree to that policy, Andrew?