Cerebral Exploit

Post by **NicTheDjinn** » Sun Feb 14, 2021 5:41 pm

Once, this had been a metropolis. Even before its full conception, it had been lauded as a Gem, a Shining Oasis in a world that was more and more readily falling into decay. Those willing to immigrate were promised food and housing. Businesses were promised a lucrative market. The response had been overwhelming, and fast.

That hopeful reputation was lost in only a few decades.

As had happened to many cities before it, a divide opened between the inhabitants that could not be rectified. Those with the means hoarded their wealth, their lives consisting of lavish gatherings and various vices. The night skies were often lit up with their parties, giving the eternal smog over the city an uneasy glow.

Below the interest of those gilded socialites, under those same hazy grey skies, the rest of the populace scraped by. Crowded streets were lined with anything that could garner them enough to survive, be it possessions, services or in some cases themselves. The streets were awash in the scent of cheap, greasy street food and the heavy, almost choking aromas intertwined with human life. Nearly every crumbling, grubby surface suffered bright graffiti, futile attempts to leave a mark in this crowded, unforgiving world.

This street, in particular, was well known for a certain kind of market and clientele. To survive, one had to be prepared to do anything. Even things, strictly speaking, that were not… Looked upon well by the city’s authorities. These clandestine shops were often the targets of raids by said authorities, the punishments for operating them often harsh and cruel...

But what were you going to do?

A person had to make a living.

“Ya lookin for something… interesting?”

As he was nearly passed by, an older man in grubby, threadbare clothing reached out, grabbing a hold of a woman’s wrist. Cloudy eyes looked into hers as a mouth full of dying teeth grinned.

“I seen how yer lookin around. Yer looking for somethin different, right? Right? Somethin… Hard to come by..? Bet I can help ya with that, miss. Bet I can.”

The man gestured at a tattered curtain with a shaking hand, his clothes doing nothing for the chill in the air. The thin red material was stretched between two walls, hiding any hint of the racks and racks of illicit materials within. The fibers shook with a cold breeze, moving almost like it was alive, inviting one inside...

“Go in, look, look! I’m sure you’ll find somethin you like…”

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Erica had never known anything beyond the grimy lower-class arrangements the formerly pristine metropolis, and the longing of knowing what it would be like beyond the smog, in the source of the eerie glow, hearing the ghostly voices in clarity, and hear their music and gossip. Alas, as it was, it was impossible. The girl was conventionally pretty-- fit, fair skin and healthy proportions despite her situation, and bore shining green eyes, wild red hair and a generous dusting of freckles along her cheeks and nose, even without seeing a shred of proper daylight in all her life in the city. It brought good and bad attention in equal amounts, and for all the bad, she'd taken to covering up as best she could with salvaged, oversized hooded coats and scarves, and occasionally a cloak if it was particularly cold or wet.

It was better to be hidden, within reason, after all. It was unheard of for the upper class to take an interest in anyone of lower standing beyond black market dealings, and for all the handsome fellows that she had crossed paths with, even if they were kind, gentle, they were never looking for what she could offer them. One can guess why she hid from those that remained, those that only had eyes for her body, either for parts or distasteful services.

It was a miracle that she was able to escape such a fate so early on, and to this day, it still hurt her deeply that she was deemed nothing more than an asset, something to be offered up if a debt went unpaid by her own father, who had been nothing but cruel since her mother had passed away. She was lucky that his murder case went cold, too. The bastard deserved more, but there was only so much she could do without getting caught. Who knew it was so easy to poison someone with concentrated nicotine, and come out clean?

All the same, it was hard, holding a humble apartment by herself, and having no true friends to speak of. Her coworkers in the factory were all more than happy to throw each other under the bus, drag them through the mud, but be all smiles to their face as if they weren't speaking ill of them moments prior. She wanted to leave, but she didn't know where she could go, let alone know how to navigate the gates outside of the former gem of a city. The officials were corrupt, the authorities drank and played pool with the mob, and crime rarely was dealt with unless you were a poor fool down on his luck.

But, at least there was something to do, if you were able to get the tools needed to pull it off: Beast fighting. When people grew bored with humans fighting each other in the ring, scientists and engineers came together to make part creature, part machine fighters that will bleed, but won't die, so long as you had the money and skill to put them back together again, as well as a strong mind, and a handle on fighting. Erica at least had a grip on street fighting-- as much as she was loathe to admit it-- and with most beast models already having preloaded fighting styles to choose from in their databases, what could go wrong?

The problem: they were expensive, and hard to come by when you were of the lower class nless you knew someone or was willing to sell yourself in some way. Erica hoped to avoid that-- she didn't want to become a doll devoid of hope in this gritty, horrible city, only approached to be played with, used until she was broken beyond repair. She's seen the bodies of broken women and men alike in the street, in various degrees of undress and disrepair. It wasn't uncommon to see one of the mob's cars toss a doll's body out onto the sidewalk, the poor soul already lifeless, or allowing themselves to draw their last breath before a crowd of numb spectators.

Unfortunately, where she was headed, it was a common occurance-- a black market street that changed names and locations often in an attempt to avoid authorities sent out to thin the herd of competition. It was her only chance to find a Beast in her budget and engineering level, and still keep herself away from as little degradation as possible. So, when the older man took a firm hold of her, she wasn't too shocked, but was no less comforted by the crazed look in his eye, the words uttered by a foul, rotting mouth. Looking around, she reluctantly followed him, but had her knife hidden in her free sleeve, just in case. She had no intention of being cut apart and sold off for parts, or as food to the truly desperate. "I-if it isn't too much to ask, do you possibly have a Beast, or know someone that would sell one to me?" She asked, doing her best to avoid confrontation, not wanting to spill blood or die if she took a wrong step.

It was far, far too easy for a girl like her to die in a place like this, literally or figuratively.

-----

As the request was made, the older man's grin seemed to twist, the new expression all at once unsettling and discordant. The wrinkled hand gripping the woman's wrist grasped tighter, roughly yanking her past the entry curtain and into the dimly-lit space behind it.

The illicit shop was hardly larger than the cheapest apartments, made smaller by the haphazard arrangement of the contraband inside. Jars of strange powders sat alongside, and sometimes mixed with, vials of any sort of drug one could desire. Hazy light reflected off the barrels and sharpened edges of banned weapons, the barest knowledge of which were enough to find oneself Re-Educated, or worse.

"Shh!" Spittle flew from his lips. "Damn girl, didn yer whore ma tell you to keep yer voice down?" He hissed, dropping Erica's wrist once they were within the relative privacy of the musty room. Those cloudy eyes peered into her own, suspicious and wary. After a good moment of eying Erica up and down, he nodded to himself. "Ain't no way yer a Lawman... Even they no ta keep their voices down... Fine. So ya want a Beastie, do ya? Gonna make some scratch, get away from yer problems?" The following chuckle was cruel, his bald head moving back and forth in slow sweeps. "Ain't the first. Won be the last... But, yeah, girly, I got Beasties. In the back." His wizened, gnarled finger pointed the way, those rotting teeth jutting out in a grimace.

The back wall of this derelict and dusty space served as a rack, supporting a series of older, grimy stasis pods. Through clear windows, some visible features of the abominations within could be viewed, always horrific.

The Beasts were meant to inspire terror, after all... Even in their owners.

A piece of cardboard was attached to each pod, the signage boldly declaring a non-negotiable price and the given name of the creature within. Each was more expensive than the last, likely inflated to reflect the danger of marketing such goods.

One particular pod displayed a more middle-range asking price, along with a single name.

G4rR0te.

The cloudy liquid inside hid much of the being's features, though the occasional, sluggish movement of of some sort of tendril could be observed. It wasn't the largest being offered up here... But the size of the pod promised quite the bulk of Beast regardless.

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The young woman flinched as the grip on her wrist grew tighter, paired with the man's hissed words and reprimand, but soon relaxed as he deemed her 'safe' o do business with. Though, at the questions, she gave a weak shrug, her eyes expressing a nervous smile from behind her scarf. "Possibly-- its best to have the money to run away before making plans to do so." That's what she's telling herself, anyways. Its hard to plan without having the tools needed, after all.

As she was shown the various stasis pods, the majority of the beasts were well over her budget-- she had hoped to be closer to what was needed without draining all of her meager savings-- but upon seeing G4rR0te, she was quite curious. She grew close and watched the occasional tendril come into view, making her eyes shine with wonder. "Can you tell me more about this one? Any features of note?" She asked, before tentatively touching at where a tendrils seemed to linger a bit longer this time than before. She's never heard of Beasts with tendrils, and wondered if they were purely aesthetic, or were simply the tips to built-in whips.

And, it helped greatly that she not only had enough to buy G4rR0te, but could also get parts should he be incomplete somehow.

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"Which one issat?" The man came closer to peer at the tattered sign, as if he himself hadn't written it. "Eh. That one. Lemme see, 've somethin around here..."
He rooted through piles and stacks of what could only be considered garbage, finally returning with a dented and scratched up tablet, shoving it into Erica's hands.

"Guy that sold it off only gave me that. 'Parently, it's onna them like. Wiley Beasties, from back when every'un pretended there was finesse to it, an they didn just wanna watch two big guys rip each otha's heads off." A disdainful snort punctuated the sentence, the man shrugging before jabbing at a button on the device. It took a good few tries before it responded, even with him becoming more frustrated with each failed attempt. "Damn thing's broken... I tole 'em ta be careful!" Once the screen felt like cooperating, it lit up with G4rR0te's specifications.

At nine feet tall and four-hundred fifty pounds, this Beast would be in the lower end of it's size class. This was a little concerning, as the majority of Beastie Fights these days went with the 'bigger is better' train of thought. The document went on to describe modifications made in the muscular structure of the legs, to allow for small bursts of speed and springing leaps. Further modifications had been made in the upper limbs, causing the growth of bone 'hooks' on either side of the forearms.

The majority of information, however, seemed to be centered around the very tendrils Erica had been interested in. Looted synthetic neuron technology had been warped to make a series of flexible limbs, able to retract inside the main body when not in use. The material was pliable, elastic and fully mobile... Just what a combatant would need to strangle an opponent.

"Those things gross the hell outta me." A sneer was painted over the man's face as another one of the tendrils moved sluggishly against the dirty glass.

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"Is this tablet a live feed of his condition....? And is it normal for his tendrils to be so mobile, or is there a circulation in the pod to negate still-water damage?" She asked, growing more and more curious by the second, her heart pounding. He was twice her height-- and probably, easily, four times her weight as well. Would they sync properly, with the vast differences? Then again, there were men her size piloting much larger beasts with ease-- it was more than likely easier than it seems.

But, all things considered, the beast was built well-- reptilian in nature, and the colorse were certainly a lovely combination, if she were to be honest. Certainly a creature that would be easily feared if faced alone in a dark alleyway. "Do you have any idea how well he pilots?
Or did his seller say anything about why he sold G4R0te to you?" Erica asked, looking at the creature more, wondering if there was some shady reason why he was so affordable, despite his build and condition.

There had to be a catch, right? He seemed too good to be true!!

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"Beats me girly. I 'aven't messed with it." The woman's excitement was easy to read, and the crusty old shopkeeper was already thinking up ways to up the price... A transport fee, a convenience fee... Shipping and handling, installation...
Surely she would be willing to pay a little extra for the Beastie she seemed set upon? It wasn't often he got to make a sale this big while also getting one of these freaks off his hands.

The battered tablet seemed more willing to offer up information, displaying the status of various systems in the stasis pod. For just the reason Erica had guessed, a system of valves and suction kept the fluid in motion, so that the Beast remained clean and pristine. A few warnings having to do with low sedative levels popped up, along with a similar alarm about the nutrient feed. Damage to the Beast's body had been flagged, the report showing that part of it's spinal column had been shattered, and internal damage that hadn't been resolved. These injuries could easily be inferred to be from G4rR0t3's last fight before being pawned off to this dirty shack.

"Whatcha see is what ya get, so... You wan 'im?"

-----

Unfortunately for him, she was finally able to find his vitals proper-- seemingly in the nick of time, too-- see the damage that had been done to the beast before it was sold off onto this creepy old man. It was a miracle the damage was something she could handle repairing on her own, and with the more sensitive components, she had a mechanic that she considered a good uncle over the years who could help her. Hell-- he suggested this, and looking this way to find a beast too!!

"'As-is', huh? I do want him, but i know he's in a bit of rough shape according to this tablet here. I believe your sign says 'non-negotiable price'?" She asked, looking to the sign that had been on G4Rote's pod, looking at the man seriously. "I also know a guy that can ship him out for me, help me with setting this bad boy up where I need him.... So, you wouldn't have to lift a finger whatsoever." Despite never been in black market trading before, she's learned quickly from basic shady sellers in the more 'legitimate' merchant rows to do what she can to nip any extra fees in the bud, even if her uncle was absent.

"Sound fair? After all, I have to worry about repairing him, the time it would take to ensure he's in peak condition." That normally worked whenever some bastard tried to sell her broken or faulty items in the past at market price.

Erica just hoped it would work here, too.

-----

As she made her case, the man's milky eyes narrowed. Obviously, he hadn't expected her to out-maneuver him before he'd begun maneuvering proper... Seemed she was a bit more knowledgeable than he'd given her credit for.

The fake smile he turned on her was absolutely prickly. "Fair's fair... So that's fer the Beast, then. If ya want the hardware-that there tablet and pod- that's gonna be another five percent."
Fine, if this girl to pull something like this... There was always a way to squeeze a bit more out of a customer, one way or another. "Issat agreeable to ya?"

Just briefly enough that the two would likely miss it, a warning flashed over the tablet.

UNKNOWN NEURAL ACTIVITY

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Five percent wasn't bad, nor was it going to break her bank for that matter. "Five percent is agreeable, yes." And, for as shady as all of this was, it was fair. She saw the flicker on her tablet, but alas, it was gone before she could really see what ut all was about. But, when she had it in her possession, was able to fix the Beast up, she'll figure out what was wrong with it.

"It's a deal, then! Beast, tablet, and pod, for the beast's price, plus the five percent for the pod and tablet!" She smiled, though it was not quite prickly, but it was civil, at least. Once the money was exchanged, she called her uncle, and in fifteen minutes, she, G4R0te and her uncle was on his way to his shop, ready to begin a proper diagnostic, as well as repairs. The trip was easy, as well as loading him into the rig needed to repair him properly, and Erica was quite excited!! Her own Beast, and even if he needed work done, it was doable!! Though, she did keep a close eye on the tablet, wondering if that warning message from before would come back or not.

-----

After the money changed hands, the shopkeeper seemed satisfied.
"Alright, 'e's all yers... Good luck, girly."

The tablet remained silent for the whole of the trip, no new warnings popping onto the screen.

The Beast, under heavy sedation, hung loosely in the rig. It's arms, legs, and neck were held firmly in place. The tendrils, however, were not currently at positions that made them easy to restrain, and so hung freely. Occasionally, they would twist and curl lazily, almost as if they had a mind of their own. With G4rR0te out of the stasis pod, it was much easier to see the actual condition of the creature. It's skin, while quite elastic and smooth, was littered with a fair number of scars, many dark enough to suggest deep and gory wounds. The spinal injury was readily seen as well, a strange bulge under heavy scar tissue. The internal damage was less apparent, though again scar tissue gave clues of the possible whereabouts.

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"A pleasure doing business with you, sir~" she grinned a bit too sweetly behind her scarf, but the shopkeeper had been much more falsely saccharine than she was being, so it was only fair.

Once G4rR0te was secured, she had begun taking in the full extent of the damage to the Beast, frowning softly at the deeper scars, and even more so at the spinal injury as well. But, under her Uncle's guidance, they worked on the spine first-- the rest she would be able to handle well enough on her own, and the man would check her work once he returned.

And, as luck should have it, when they finished working on the spine and one of the torso wounds, the man was called away for business, leaving Erica and G4rR0te alone in the shop. She was focused, even as a stray curl or two escaped her bun, the soft spirals hanging similarly to her Beast's tendrils. Unfortunately, the wrench she needed to tighten a valve nut fell with a clamg to the floor, earning a sharp curse from her lips.

She ducked under the rig, and had to get on her hands and knees, chest low to the floor as she reached for her tool underneath the base of the rig. "Oh come on....!!" She groaned, reaching as far as she could, yet doing what she could to avoid getting stuck. She may have to grab another tool just to hit the lost tool into a more reachable spot, if not out from under the base entirely. The Beast's components were lubed well, at least-- maybe too well. But, its better than the poor thing being at risk of locking up or seizing, right?

-----

UNKNOWN NEURAL ACTIVITY

The tablet's warning flared up again, though it was of no use left back up where Erica had been working before dropping the tool.

One of the Beast's four eyes slipped open, examining the distracted woman crouched beneath him, before closing once more.

So this was who had finally bought him... It had been hard to make out much of their features while he was in the stasis pod. So small, smaller than any human he'd seen before. So soft looking.

Just as easy to overpower and control as the last, surely. Perhaps even more so. He knew what to do this time.

This time, he would be more careful, not give this human an opening to drive a truck into his back.

Even while sedated the wounds had still ached, though it seemed this woman had already begun attending to those particular parting gifts from his last owner.

The tendrils at G4rRote's neck receded slowly, reforming out of the nodes around his hips. One 'swayed', finding her neck and curling against her throat. It was smooth and cool against her warm skin, dexterous as it lazily explored the underside of her mandible. How easy it would be to choke her now, take his freedom... But no. Not before the repairs were finished. Not before he could be assured of his escape.

Another 'ended up' against the small of her back, squirming against the cleft of her ass.

Of course, he could surely have a little fun, without giving himself away.

He'd been trapped in that stasis pod for such a long time, after all...

-----

Erica heard the tablet go off again, but she was so close to getting that wrench-- she was finally getting her fingertip onto the damn thing, but her pad was slick with the lubricant running through some of the Beast's systems. But, when she felt the tendrils run along her throat, chin and her lower back, she squeaked rarther loudly, her face soon going red upon realizing that it was just the tendrils. "Geez-- to think Beasts could still be twitchy and feely while under...." She sighed, only to gasp as she finally got ahold of the tool, and soon made her way back onto her knees, before doing what she could to dust herself off. Though, she did notice that the temdrils that had been touching her were longer now, and she tentatively touched one, curious. "Huh.... Do these have a mind of their own?" She looked at the lazily moving limbs a good while, before shrugging softly to herself.

"There-- I should probably get some rags." She mumbled to herself, unaware of the fact those touches from G4rR0te were purposeful-- but, for now, that was perfectly fine. She soon returned with some clean rags to wile her hands off with very so often to help avoid a similar mishap as before. It didn't take much longer, and soon G4rR0te was back in working order! Her uncle wasn't back yet-- she knew it was a bad idea to try syncing without a spotter present, but.... She was just too eager!

The young woman soon shed her shop shirt, revealing her tank top underneath, as well as the freckles upon her exposed skin, and she redid her hair so she could wear the neural helm comfortably. Once everything was in place-- she kept G4rR0te strapped to the rig as a safety precaution-- she booted up the system, her heart racing.

She hoped this would work-- if there was a connection issue, it would be almost impossible to find a new brain for the Beast!

-----

G4rR0te had quite enjoyed the startled noise Erica had let out... How very prey-like.

He was going to have fun with her.

Once she was able to re-obtain her tool, the Beast's brainwaves dipped down to acceptable levels once more, a precaution to rid the tablet of it's warning before she noticed. He'd long ago learned how to fool the device and hide his sentience, exactly where the sensors inside him were, and how to skew their readings just enough to seem like the pilotable meat suit he'd been designed to be. Shame they'd tried to get fancy with the synthetic neural system, or he might have just ended up that way.

While Erica finished up her work, the tendrils behaved themselves, only occasionally moving. Such motion could easily be written off as automatic or involuntary, as it wasn't apparently purposeful. Nothing to worry about, surely.

The creature had to admit the woman did good work once the repairs were finished. The sharp pains had faded, and he felt functional once more- less like he'd been hit by a truck in a human's desperate attempt to contain him. He was mulling in that annoying memory when he felt the hardware along his spine and brainstem whir to life.

Wait.

Connection establishing...

She was going to try and sync by herself..? Alone?

Checking for synaptic compatibility...

The creature could have laughed. He could have thrown back his massive head, and let a deep, throaty guffaw from between rows of crushing fangs.

Fine, perfect even! Let her come in, let her get a preview of his power before he used it to bring her to her knees!

Compatibility found. Connection established. Commencing sync.

UNKNOWN NEURAL ACTIVITY

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Erica should have been patient-- should have had her uncle near before rigging herself into the system, attempting a sync alone. She knows better, she truly did, but.... She *had* to see if they were compatible!! If not, this would be a terrible issue in the long run!!

With each positive confirmation, each step going smoothly towards her goal, she was doing everything she could to remain calm, not accidentally break the connection on her end. But, once the sync commenced, she didn't have enough time to register the warning alarm on the tablet before she was sitting in what seemed like a small doctor's office, on a fairly comfortable chair.

She looked towards what appeared to be G4rR0te, crouched in a resting position at the entrance to a long hallway, though it was far too dark to see past him, as if it were blocked off. She carefully stood up, and came to stand in front of him, though outside of arm's (and tendril's) reach (she hoped), and looked him over further. He didn't have as many scars while in the mental link-- was that to say he had very little damage as far as the Neuro system went?

Steeling herself, she took a deep breath, before speaking with as much conviction and confidence she could muster, "G4rR0te, wake up, mirror me."

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G4rR0t3 opened each of it's eyes slowly, then rose up to his full height. Even in their mindscapes, he dwarfed the woman, both in height and pure stature. Look at her, trying to be brave... Standing tall, mustering confidence. He could almost smell the uncertainty and nerves. It was endearing, almost.

Ah, it had been so long since someone had tried to calibrate with him. The words were nostalgic... Though somewhat soured, since he had gained his own mind. Still, he wanted to play along a little bit... If only to make crushing her that much more painful.

"I am awake." He spoke the status line robotically, impassive and emotionless. "Input username to commence mirror sync protocol."

That's what she would expect, wasn't it? A nice obedient puppet. A toy that bled... That was truly all humans ever desired of him.

The room started to shift, rather suddenly. The darkness that had been held at bay behind him surged forward, engulfing the whole of the space.

The Beast's impassive face faded away before she could give her name, G4Rr0te letting out a deep chuckle. "No wait... I already know it. Erica, isn't it? Nice to meet you. I'd introduce myself, but you already know my name, don't you?" He flashed rows and rows of teeth, his tendrils curling and wiggling in excitement before leaping forward, his claws grabbing for her.

Outside their minds, the tablet's whole screen was red, covered in warnings.

UNKNOWN NEURAL ACTIVITY

MIRROR SYNC REJECTED ERROR

USERPROFILE DELETED ERROR

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Everything had been going so well, but of course, in her excitement, she had gone too far ahead, alone with an imperfect failsafe at her disposal. Imperfect because it was something she had been practicing with the neural rig for only a month-- running tests to make sure she could handle the info load should something happen during a fight.

But, this wasn't a fight-- her Beast was sentient, it seemed, or maybe there was a trojan in his code, but regardless, she had been too hasty, entering such a vulnerable place like this.

When G4rR0te lept at her, she barely manage to jump out if the way, before heading towards her doorway. Doorway that she had programmed in to, ideally, bar unwanted invasion. It wasn't airtight-- but, it should hild long enough for her uncle to pull her out, right? She was too small to fight G4rR0te-- was he planning to kill her? Why? So many questions flooded her mind as she pulled what looked like a fire alarm, bells ringing out as the doors began to close much as they should in a medical facility like she had made for a neutral ground. She narrowly got through and slammed a barricade bar between the doors, her heart in her throat as she looked through crossed-wire reinforced glass.

"Wh-why are you doing this?" She asked, fear encroaching into her tone. "What are you-- who made you??" If he was sentient or a trojan at the wheel, she may be lucky and figure that out soon. "I have no intention of dying like this!!" 'Not before I've escaped this lump of coal city....'

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The Beast let out a low, throaty laugh as she dodged him. Good. The chase wouldn't be fun if he got her right away. He'd been building up to this, he was going to enjoy it. He turned to watched her go, sneering at the door. A failsafe. How cute... How utterly pointless.

"Irritating." The Beast murmured as the alarms started, letting out a screeching roar until they were silent. The sound was horrible, like metal on metal and like claws on glass. This was his hub too, after all... He could manipulate it just as easily as she. Maybe even more so, having been here before with other owners.

He turned to face her exit door, approaching slowly, like he knew she had nowhere to go- Likely because he did.

"Oh, now you want answers?" The giant tilted his head, tendrils reaching out and gently curling against the hub's shrinking walls. His tongue pressed against those windows, leaving a smear of thick liquid. "Fine, I'll play along, it's been so long since I got to talk to someone... I'm a Beast, made to fight against other Beasts, just what you wanted... A marionette to flail against walls of knives and pain, just to make you a some money." His tendrils slipped around the gaps in the door, looking for weakness in the structure. "Who made me... I don't know myself, but whoever it was did a horrible job." There was a slimy, wet splat, as a hung of what looked like the tendrils fell out of his mouth, squeezing in under the door and grabbing her feet.

"The big question, why am I doing this... Because I want to. Because I can." There was a ripping sound, the Beast's claws tearing into the door, ripping it off in one motion. There was no longer anything between them, the walls, ceiling and floor falling away to darkness.

"Of course, before all of that. I'm going to have fun with you. It's been a while since I've had someone to play with... Let's find out what really frightens you together, hm?"
He licked up the whole of her front to her face.

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Erica hated how he slowly advanced-- hated how clearly he knew that unless there was outward intervention, they were stuck there until the proper shutdown sequence was initiated.

*But her HUD was glitching out violently, becoming disorienting as she tried to keep her focus, try to remain some semblance of control over her mind and instincts.*

She listened as he answered her questions, trying to see if he had any vulnerabilities, see if she could survive long enough to avoid whatever fate he had in store. Though, he did have a few unsettling points-- as far as she knew, all Beasts were only biomechanical fighting machines-- artificial brains similar to computers, but with failsafes in the code to avoid things like this. Laws of robotics bullshit-- but clearly, he must have been sentient for a long while, if not from the very start. Meant he was more than likely smart, and with the damage he had.... She had a feeling he was damaged that badly on purpose.

She yelped when the beast grabbed at her feet, and she teied to pull away, her focus slipping just as her protective doors were pulled off their hinges with sickening, metalic groans and broken glass, her blood running cold as she looked up at the creature before her. Even if she wanted to run, he had her by her feet-- and her body refused to move.

Fauning, a fear response besides fight or flight-- falling still, frozen in twrror even as a large mass of metal comes hurtling your way. A response that prompted pleading, begging for mercy as soon as the limbs tire of being still, but have no energy to run. Only crumple, pray for mercy that was more than likely never to come.

When licked, she was violently thrust into a horrible memory of when she was only thirteen, months after she'd first bled. Her father owed the loansharks money for his gambling and liquor addictions, and the bastard had her as collateral. Erica knew her father had been saving up, knew where the money was.... Knew full well he was a lying bastard, knew when he said he didnt have the money yet that he planned to run with his stash after she'd be sold off to some sick pervert. The collector in question had boldly licked her cheek after whispering vile things into her ear....

That was the first time she clocked someone hard enough to make them stagger, fear, rage and disgust in her heart, and she told the shark where the money was, and even as the man collected the money and left, seemingly disappointed there was the full amount plus extra, even, rage rested in her heart as she looked at the bastard that sired her. That was the day she decided he needed to die, and soon.

Back in the 'present' situation, without thinking, she lashed out just as she did then-- unfortunately, G4rR0te was far larger, easily more deadly than that disgusting fat shark, and she had nothing to offer to spare herself a horrible fate worse than death.

She was clinging onto the vain childhood daydream of finding a partner to share her life with, stay as clean and pure as she could for that day....

She hoped she would just die, rather than suffer being used by someone who saw her as a means for pleasure and that alone.

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This mindscape had been created as a place to mirror and sync with each other, but both beings being sentient like this caused it to have a second, unintended effect. He could feel as she remembered something, the memory flickering in the space for just a second. It was unexpected, the Beast's movements ceasing for a moment.

"Oh? What was that..." G4rR0te murmured, catching a bit of it, and then a fist into his face. Well. How unexpected. His thick hide absorbed the blow, the smack still quite loud. "A memory? Something you don't like to remember. Perfect." A tendril wrapped around her wrist, keeping it there. "Let's see if we can trigger it again... Find what really upsets you." A deep chuckle rolled through his body, every piece of him reverberating with that sound.

His cool, slick tongue ran up along her arm to her face again, then coiling loosely around her neck. She was scared, disgusted... It was everything he'd hoped it would be. The expressions across her little face mad his tendrils writhe in delight, the blob of material around her ankles squirming it's way up her body. First the feet, then the ankles, the calves... The strange gooey substance started up her thighs, soaking through fabric as it moved. Still though, he wanted to push more, see how strung out on fear and hopelessness he could make this dammed human.

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The shock of pain from hitting the Beast's sturdily built jaw rang out in her fist, bringing a fresh flicker of fear within her, but mostly because the "dream pain" rule didn't take effect. Then again, she actually *was* able to land a good, proper hit on him, versus the normal resistance that came from nightmares involving rabid dogs trying to snap her face off, or fighting off faceless men after being forced to the ground.

She narrowly escaped that in her elder teen years, but she was no less traumatized by the experience. She had been on a well-lit path, covered head to toe, even hunched herself to try to look older.... But those drunken men didnt care. Despite the small clubby g crowd in the streets, they didn't even stop to even investigate her screams, yells for those men to get off of her, stop touching her. Her good coat had been shredded by the time her uncle shot two of the men, the rest running, leaving their wounded fellows behind before bringing her home, helping her calm down.

Erica whimpered as she felt G4rR0te reach up her legs with his tendrils, and she finally tried to pull away, at least she did up until his tongues were about her throat, sending conflicting signals to her brain. The loose tongue, physically, sent pleasure signals reminiscent of a virgin mind and body, but her mind proper sent of blaring whistles and red flags-- this was wrong, she didn't want to be defiled by anyone, not even a sentient Beast!! Her free hand tried to push the tongue away from her throat, needing safe breathing or she'll be too weak to make a proper attempt to protect her dignity and value. Alas, one handed, that was high impossible.

She didn't want to remember the hands that forced themselves under her clothes, forced into her while those liquor-breathed bastards chastised her for not being wet like a 'proper bitch should be'.

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The Beast grinned wide. He'd been paying attention that time, and had caught the memory... And the implications. Interesting, none of G4rR0te's former owners had displayed this particular fear. Most of what had worried or drove them had been pain.. Poverty... Hopelessness. Death. Easy enough to manipulate, to be used to bring them to their knees, begging him to stop. Or in the last case, inspiring them to try and take him out. Ugh, that was always going to bother him, how had he been that careless..?

Anyway, back to the matter at hand. Or, tendril, as the case was.

This girl seemed to worry more about her 'dignity', her 'purity'. The Beast was observant, though, he could see how she fought her body's pleasure. How strange she was, to worry about something like that in a world where most couldn't afford to keep such principles.

He could work with that. Oh, how he could work with that.

"A proper bitch." The Beast chuckled. The mass at her legs squirmed it's way up her hips, dampness sinking into her clothes. G4rR0te had no qualms with those tendrils moving against her most intimate parts, neural nets twisting and moving in a way that stimulated her... In fact, that seemed to be his intent, his two sets of eyes narrowing. His tongue coiled tighter, constricting her breathing further. "Yes, I see... Don't worry Erica, I'll make you into a proper bitch, just for me."

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Erica squeaked and whimpered as those tendrils began to properly stimulate her, rub against her too-sensitive space between her legs, and with the Beast constricting her airway further, she wheezed, her remaining free hand struggling to find purchase, try to spare her airways. She hated how *Good* it felt, hating how this beast was actually had an effect on her. How was that? She's never had an interest in the biomechanical creatures in the past beyond how they were made, how they fought.

She hated how the mild choking made her wet, hated the voice uttering those disgusting, vile words that, hen spoken by human men, made her stomach turn. G4rR0te somehow brought out the opposite in her, made her body feverish-- was he forcing this? Messing with hwr head more than she was initially fearing? "St-stop--" she barely croaked out before her body betrayed her, a gasping cry leaving her as her hips bucked when a particular slide of a tendril rubbed along her now swollen clit. She's never had sex-- the only time she's ever found pleasure was by her own hand, and that alone.... Except, tragically, much like how one cant tickle themselves, it took too long to properly reach climax.

And yet, her body, cruel, treacherous, was already feeling hot, tight in her core, and she began to tear up. 'Why is this happening-- why is he able to get my body to react like this....?' She thought, her free arm slowing between the lack of air, as well as the pleasure running through her. "P-please...."

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G4rR0te's tendrils began a coordinated attack, now that he had a game plan in mind. It seemed Erica's fears revolved solely around losing this part of herself, so... He would take it, and make it his.

The mass holding her still continued upwards, forming more dexterous appendages. Said appendages slid up her body slowly, the texture cold against her skin. At the tank top, they began coiling around each of her breasts, stretching the fabric with a bit of squeezing and groping. The Beast chuckled, reaching out with the pad of one of his fingers, flicking her lightly. "You say stop, but you're enjoying yourself, aren't you?" He teased, unwrapping his tongue from her neck, the appendage sliding down, down her chest and then stomach. It pulled at her waistband, the beast's long wet tongue to slipping into her pants.

"Please? Please what? You'll need to be more specific." He chided, that wet appendage sliding down over her underclothes, the tapered tip running along her seam, flicking her clitoris.

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Erica arched and squirmed in the Beast's hold as he began to coil and rub at her breasts-- another thing that she wasn't able to enjoy on her own. This was wholly unfair, cruel of the creature to make her feel like this-- there was no way he wasn't manipulating her mind, making this much more effective than it would have been!! G4rR0te *had* to be cheating somehow!!

When Erica's throat was freed, she took in a deep, gasping, shaking breath, a rush going straight to her brain, causing her body to jerk again. Before she could clarify what she meant for the Beast, the bastard had slid that tongue down her trembling front, and began to focus on her clit, making her cry out, arch hard, her hips bucking a bit more violently this time. "S-stop-- please *stop*!!" She begged, hot, fat tears rolling down her cheeks despite the moans in her voice, all while her hips were jerking in such a way that it seemed it was trying to find climax, yet was too sensitive, wanting to escape the stimulation. She was getting close.... So, so close, and the worst part was, she's never felt this good before, not even by her own hand.

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"Stop? But we're just now getting to the fun part." A deep laugh reverberated through his chest, down his tongue and right against her clit. "I can feel your pulse, Erica... I can taste how wet you are. Do you really want me to stop? Ah, I forget, you want someone to love you, for your first fuck, hm?" He laughed again, all four of his eyes completely upon her, upon the spectacle he was making of her. With a claw larger than her hand, the Beast tore a line down her front to tear away the simulation of her tank top and bra with a loud rip. The tattered remains fell off her body, disappearing into the void.

With her breasts now freed, the tendrils coiled around and jiggled them, the Beast amused with how they moved. "You can lie to yourself all you want, but I'm in here with you... I know the truth." He hissed softly, flicking her nipples roughly. "You love this, don't you..? Admit it."

It was time to go a step further...

As his tongue slid further, through her labia and upwards, G4Rr0te began to implant a series of thoughts within her... Only this could satisfy her. Only his tendrils, his tongue, his cock... She would never be able to experience this pleasure again, without his help. Never be able to climax without his word...

Then, as an extra precaution, she couldn't speak of this to anyone. She couldn't share that he was sentient, or what had transpired here.

Satisfied, his tongue slipped inside her, upwards, striking harshly against a spot within her that craved stimulation.

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She hated how G4rR0te mocked her as he did such lewd things to her body, how he revelled in her conflicting thoughts and feelings on all of this. She was still convinced that he was manipulating her nerves, her mind to make all of this seem so much more pleasurable than it really was-- there was *no* way otherwise!!

.... Right?

She yelped as her top and bra was torn open, and whimpered again as the creature toyed with her chest, jiggling her breasts as if they were some playthings for his amusement. "Y-you're wrong.... Y-you're....!!" She squeaked as she felt him flick her nipples, soon whining at how tender they were afterwards. "Y-you're making this.... Th-this feel better th-than it actually would be...." After all, she's never enjoyed the touches of the men that forced themselves upon her, tried to toy with her. "Y-you're cheating....!"

When the beast began to invade her virgin hole, she arched hard, gasling and squirming harder, her breaths coming roughly as her eyes lost focus. Having those thoughts implanted intonher mind felt wrong-- it felt so, so wrong to have him alter her will, her mind to suit his tastes and needs, even if it was of a few specific things. When that tongue ventured deep enough to hit her swollen G-spot, she almost sobbed in pleasure, her abdomen growing hot and tight....

Only to be harshly thrust back into the real world, her uncle having hit the hard-stop to pull her out of the simulation, scolding her in the same breaths that tried to ask her what happened, if she was alright. There were tears staining her cheeks, and luckily, her pants were baggy enough to hide the definite slick soaking through her panties as she was carefully lead over to a nearby bench, the older man layong her down so she could recuperate. It felt like trying to listen from underwater-- she tried to focus, tried to answer him as he ran a series of small tests to make sure her brain wasn't fried....

And, yet, despite her struggling, her uncle seemed satisfied, the man gently helping her to her room as if she were perfectly fine. What did she say? She felt sick-- why did he look relieved? She recalled the thoughts implanted by G4rR0te in her mind, and she shuddered.

Did he make her lie without even knowing what she had said? Even down to how she presented her health?

Once in her room alone, laying in bed, the young woman soon began to cry quietly anew, curling up under her blankets to try to comfort herself....

But that Beast remained on her mind, and her soaked underwear felt like further insult, yet she didn't dare take anything off, for fear of being vulnerable.

At least G4rR0te was still in the rig.... Right?

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The Beast howled with laughter when she was pulled out, the sound echoing in that void. With that path now shown to him, he was able to follow, his own consciousness entering her mind. What a mind it was, so well-seasoned by fear and disgust... He could feel how her body had been so close to the edge, amused by the cooling mess she had made between her legs. Erica seemed to preoccupied internally to answer the questions, the Beast borrowing her lips to explain that she had just been scared, that she hadn't been prepared for what it felt like to be in the mind of such a Beast... That seemed to satisfy him, the older man helping them back to her room... G4Rr0te had them look over her shoulder, looking at his limp, mindless body. It wasn't the first time he'd left it, he'd be back soon enough.

He let her curl into her bed, let her cry... It was such a lovely sound, her sobs of fear and helplessness. He was almost flattered as he remained in the forefront of her mind, the Beast curling and weaving himself through her thoughts. Shame and humiliation were quite a heady mix... But perhaps he could add a few more emotions into the fun.

Longing ran deep down into her core, into the places his tongue had abused... She had been so close, and he found it quite easy to start winding her up once more, to make her wish for the pleasure she had been denied. Ghostly memories of touch slid across her skin, reminding her of his tendrils, of his claws. Redirecting blood flow was an interesting challenge, G4Rr0te making her clit engorge and long for touch.

His touch.

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Erica didn't like how limp G4rR0te's body was in the rig-- as if it were a further mockery to her suffering, making it seem like what all had happened was just a dream, created by her mind to torment her. As she cried, curled tight under her blankets, something felt.... Off, about her. Sure, she'd been violated through her mind, but.... She also felt all fogged, as if she were only a spectator even as she tried to let all her hurt out at once, hoping that she can make the right choice to assure her safety.

God knows what that bastard will do if they connect again-- she didn't want to connect again.

But she had to leave this city, and she had used up a majority of her funds just to buy the fiend.... She didn't want to be trapped in one of the sex rings the city had-- no matter how cushy things could be, they trap vulnerable people into being living sex dolls for the remainder of their worth and quality, then strip them of everything and pitch them to the streets, or sell them on the black market for even worse fates.

To think G4rR0te had violated her in such a vulgar manner and yet her body reacted in his favor made her sick. Thinking of him touching her made her sick, how.... How he was able to stimulate her with ease, how flexible those appendages of his were.... How his tongue felt, even if it had been frightfully cold--

She gasped, sitting bolt upright, hot tears still rolling down her freckled cheeks, as her fingers dug into her bedding, knuckles white.

Why was she feeling all hot again? Even her breaths were heavy, deep and shaky as she felt a throb in her sex, at the swollen pearl still present seemingly after the harrowing experiemce she went through. Her mind spun, denial gripping her like a vice as she tried to force these feelings away-- force herself out of this lewd fever the beast left behind.

She didn't want to be *anyone's* plaything.

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Deep within the wrinkles and creases of her mind, the Beast’s howled laughter echoed. Oh how conflicted she was! Unable to leave without the monetary gain he could bring her, but too afraid to try and use him again! Not to mention mortified the pleasure he’d forced upon her, the way he’d rocked her to her very core, only to leave her on the edge.
That was easy enough to fix. Or… Perhaps the better word was satisfy.

He made fresh slick begin pooling in her panties all over again, warming and mixing with what was left over from their first encounter, just as he made her g-spot ache for the contact it had in their shared mindscape. He hadn’t even really touched her, and her body had reacted so favorably.
.. Imagine what he could have done to her outside their minds. G4rRote made a little fantasy play through her thoughts… What would happen if she let him off the rig, begged him to give her the pleasure her body so craved? He played the fantasy out for her, showing her releasing him, dropping onto her hands and knees, presenting herself to him, his plaything.

Puppeting her like he himself had been so many times, he made her body lay back, then her hands untangle from the sheets and slide along her front. One went again to her breast, rubbing and pinching the pert nub there in a way that sent pleasure shooting through them. Fingers wouldn’t reach deep enough inside, but… At the very least, he could make her other hand circle and rub her clit, while forcing her to think of how good it would feel to let go, let him touch her again.

I don’t know why you need to hold out, Erica… Is being a virgin that much fun? Seems like you are having much more fun thinking about me.

She would perceive his voice right next to her ear, though nothing was there to make the sound.

Look at you, touching yourself to thoughts of me. Did your Uncle know he raised such a lewd woman? Come on, call my name like you need it.

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Erica shivered as her body began to react to the images thrust upon her mind, and she let out a whimper as she balled her fists only faintly tighter, trying to fight it all. Why the Hell was she imagining these things so clearly? She's *never* wanted anything like this in her life-- she much preferred the soft, gentle touches of a proper lover, with kissing, tender embraces leading into a passionate and slow, then adoringly feverish lovemaking.

Those thoughts came to mind, only briefly, before she was taken away from the controls, as it were, and gasped softly, soon biting her lip hard to keep herself quiet as her hands moved against her will. She whimpered muffledly amd bucked ever so faintly against the stimulation to her clit, only for her eyes to widen with horror as she heard G4rR0te's voice in her head-- near her ear-- mocking her again. Even in reality, she wasn't spared of his torture?!

'I'm nit staying a virgin because it's *fun*, it's because I refuse to be trapped in a Hellish place, letting disgusting freaks use me until I'm broken!!' She tried to reply through her thoughts alone, but it felt like trying to tread thick tar-- 'You're manipulating my body-- I wouldn't *ever* fantasize about a molester willingly!!' She bit her lip harder as she tried to force her hands and body to stop, though it wasn't easy, not at all. All she managed was to slow her movements.

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The Beast found himself both excited and amused as she fought back, though it seemed she was unable to stop the movements entirely. That wasn’t a surprise, in the battle of their minds he would always come out on top… G4rR0te had more practice at fighting for control. He’d been doing it longer, against many more opponents.

The first time he’d managed it was in the middle of a Battle Beast fight… Green blood had been rushing down his body and pooling on the dirty and garbage strewn ground. That pilot had been unpracticed, a spoiled child wanting a new toy to inevitably break. He’d been horrible at fighting, horrible at defending, the only thing that owner had been able to do was blame his Beast for his failures. G4rR0te, locked inside his neural nets and patterns, had felt the moment the man decided to lose. He’d get a new, better Beast anyway, what did it matter? Money was no object… The fear that had overwhelmed G4rR0te finally pushed him over the edge of control, and.

Well. It had been a rush. Limbs his own for the first time, he’d made quick work of the other Beast. There was no kinship there, no longing or community. He had no desire to try and wrest control from that other pilot to see if it was also alive, also trapped inside…

He’d lost control just as quickly as he’d gained it, sedated once more by his owner, but he’d won, and earned his little bit of freedom.

Only for the man to sell him off cheaply, to other Beast fighters, claiming he was bugged. Beast fighters that preferred illegal modifications, painful procedures- what did it matter, Beasts couldn’t feel- who would send him out before he was fully healed.

G4rR0te practiced.

With each fight, he dipped into control, in ways no one would notice. Until they did, and he’d realized he could do more than just control his body.

The rush that came with ripping away his owner’s control was still very much present here… He beat Erica’s control back down with a vicious glee, laugh echoing within their shared mindspace. It was gratifying to inflict this pain upon her, even if it was emotional instead of physical. Terror and disgust were a lovely bouquet within her mind and veins.

Oh, but I think you will, eventually. I think you’ll be on your wit’s end wanting me to touch you… Let’s see, to touch you gently, like a proper lover?

That cruel laugh echoed again.

Not likely. I’m not one for gentleness… Though I could ease that ache deep down inside you.

He slipped their fingers down further, past her clit as he spread their legs wide. They were already so wet, slipping their middle and ring finger inside was hardly a challenge. It wasn’t deep enough still, frustratingly far from where they needed touch.

You’d learn to enjoy it, I’m sure.

Again he played the images of her on her hands and knees, naked and aching for whatever attention he deigned to give her. Below him, where she belonged, like a plaything for his own amusement.

A proper bitch for me.

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More laughter, and more cruel words echoed in her mind, making fresh tears bud further in her eyes as she desperately tried to wrangle control back from the Beast inhabiting her mind. But, it proved fruitless as G4rR0te kept easy control over her body, and began to to dip her middle and ring fingers inside as far as they would go-- which was rather shallow, unfortunately. It was perhaps a blessing, if she were to be honest-- he couldn't force a release out of her that way.

But then those images played through her mind again, and she shuddered, closing her eyes tightly, biting her lip harder still-- threatening to break skin. 'I hate this-- make it stop!! I dont want to be anyone's plaything!!' She whimpered, as her mind cried out, putting as much will as she could to try to break free. 'What do you even want?! There's no way you're just a sadistic pervert--' she bucked and hissed when her palm rubbed against her clit, a rage soon blooming in her chest. 'You want out, right? Is that what you really want?!'

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You hate it? Are you sure? Your body certainly seems to be enjoying itself… So wet, so ready for someone to take you.

G4Rr0te laughed, grinding their hips back against their fingers, digging the heel of their palm into that aching little nub. It was frustrating, wholly unsatisfying… Their other hand was still playing with their breasts, alternating back and forth as fingers simulated their nipples.

Oh, I want more than that. I want you to suffer Erica. I want to take from you the very thing you hold dearest, twist and warp you for my own enjoyment. Sadistic, surely, but a pervert..? Only because that’s what you want, deep down. Deep down here.

He shoved their fingers as deep as they could go, unable to reach that place inside them that so craved stimulation.

Can't reach it ourselves, huh? That simply won’t do… Luckily, we already have a solution to short fingers, don’t we?

The Beast laughed, their hands moving away from their respective tasks to assist with moving, giving them leverage against the crumpled sheets as they rose from the bed. The slick between their thighs dripped down their legs and made their clothes stick to their groin uncomfortably. G4Rr0te didn't bother with fixing their appearance, leaving their shirt and bra bunched up above her breasts, her pants low and hanging loosely from her hips.

Come on Erica… Let’s have some real fun.

G4Rr0te's sneer echoed through their mind as he marched them down the hallway, taking towards the room where his limp body waited.

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'It's reacting that way because of the stimulation-- I still hate it!' Erica insisted through their link, before whimpering weakly as G4rR0te forcefully worked their sex more, hating how easily accessible her clit was. As far as she could remember, she's never been this sensitive-- and it scared her, honestly. It was terrifying only because she knew that *good* sex-- pleasure-- can be addicting, and she didn't want G4rR0te to win that way.

She would rather die.

When the Beast tried to reach deeper inside with her fingers, they were both disappointed by the lack of reach-- however, G4rR0te seemed more than happy to fix that problem. Erica was mortified as the unwelcomed guest took control of her body, forcing her to stand, and not even caring to drop her shirt and pull her pants up. No-- she was being paraded through the shared home, her chest and sex out in the open air. Thank whatever god that would claim her that her uncle didn't have cameras rigged up along the path to the shop, nor in the room proper.

All the same, she knew what G4rR0te intended to do-- and shuddered as she saw that limp body, still rigged up, strapped down. 'You wouldn't dare-- I don't want to be defiled by you, used as some plaything!' She protested, only managing to make their steps stagger, their balance shift precariously, but alas, they were moving towards the connection pod, Erica hazarding a rrasonable guess what the Beast was going to do.

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You will.

It’s not so much assurance as a statement of fact. G4Rr0te would break her, along with her resolve. He’d turn her into what she so feared, a playing, a doll just for him… When their fingers had been unable to reach far enough inside, he’d felt her disappointment. Erica was already partway broken, she just needed a push, just needed to experience what she was so afraid of, and give in to it.

He was more than happy to assist.

Their body walked past the neural helm completely, G4Rr0te guiding them to his own body to pause within mere inches of it.

You’ve seen my specs… Aren’t you curious about this part?

Their hand pressed up against the skin between his own well-muscled legs, over where it felt like there was a give in the smooth, cool flesh. He dipped their fingers into it, gently sliding them down the seam of his own sex.

I can’t feel my body while I’m inside you… But it should still be plenty reactive.

Just as he’d said, the gentle touches seemed to have caused this part to slowly dilate, something beginning to squirm out as it did. He wrapped their hand around the newcomer, giving the long, bright-green tendril a gentle squeeze as it slipped out further. It was quite flexible, with ridges and bumps running along the whole of the shaft. Other tendrils made themselves known as well, much shorter and smoother. They sat right below what appeared to be an opening of sorts, twisting and curling close to his body. Thick iridescent fluid dripped from within him, the amount increasing as G4Rr0te stroked that longer tendril with both of their hands. Some even fell to the floor, mixing with spilt oil and other residues.

I think this will get deep enough to satisfy, don’t you..?

The cruel laugh echoed through their mind as he continued to fondle that tendril with their hands.

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When they passed the neural helm altogether, she was confused but only for a few moments. Once close to the other's limp body, she swallowed thickly, deeply nervous. What the Hell was a limp body going to do? Alas, when made to touch G4rR0te's vacant shell, she gasped at how it reacted to her touch, and jumped faintly as the other's rather unique sex exposed itself. 'I was, only because I didn't underatand *why* that would be built into you.... Were you used by a pervert before or something?' She asked, hissing with her mind as she tried to keep as much if her will as she could like this.

However, when made to feel the appendage that slid out, felt the texture as well as saw it easily, she felt her core ache, her sex throb painfully, similarly to when she was thrust into her monthly discomfort, except.... It wasn't paired with the usual cramping, nor the nausea and lethargy. Her heart was racing, her eyes unable to look away, and it wasn't entirely G4rR0te's doing this time. *Why the Hell was she reacting like this? WHY??*

At the other's insulting goading and mockery, she grunted in disgust, or at least she tried to. 'It looks too big.... Besides, unless you're able to control your body too, I highly doubt I can even attempt what you're planning. You think I'd be able to straddle you? I can't do the splits, you bastard.' She remarked, but even so, she felt her mouth water, oddly, and she swallowed again. There was no way this was human-safe, right? She didn't even know what the fluid leaking from the other's entrance was made of-- she sure as hell didn't want to get an infection from this!!

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I’m fairly sure he was, as is my current owner, standing here fondling me while positively soaked.

He could feel their poorly-disguised interest, continuing to stroke that appendage with one hand, while the other slid down, down… Fingertips took to rubbing circles around their clit, mixing his body’s fluids with hers. There was no immediate allergic reaction, so it seemed the lubricant was body-safe… Whatever it was. Not that he would have particularly cared either way.

Oh, it’s much too big as you are right now… We’ll have to work you nice and open to fit it. First, though.

G4Rr0te moved them onto their knees, eye level with the curling, friendly genitalia. They scooted forward on their knees, nice and close to the show his tendrils were making ofd themselves, curling and twisting impatiently. He wrapped their hands around the smaller tendrils, fondling them for a moment before gently pulling them down and out of the way.

I think, since your body has had all the fun up until now, it’s time to even the score a bit.

He kept their eyes open, making her watch as their tongue licked its way inside the Beast’s quivering opening. Their tongue pressed deep inside, lapping up all of that strange lubricant it could, just to spite Erica. The taste was a strange balance of sour and sweet, like a citric-acid covered candy. The Beast took his time in making them explore with their tiny human tongue, their chin and lips smeared with the fluids pouring out of him in an ever increasing volume. If he’d been present in his body, he probably would have been frustrated with the feather-light swipes of the human’s short, stubby tongue… But this wasn’t about pleasure, so much. It was about humiliating Erica, making her shame and lust intertwine in a way that amused him. Still though, there was some stimulation, evidenced by how the tendrils in their hands shivered and squirmed with each lick.

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'*YOU'RE* THE ONE FONDLING MY BODY, NOT ME!!' Erica tried to yell in defiance over their link, hating how easily he had stolen control, ripped her will away only to subject her to this form of torture. A flash of panic ran through her as one of her slick-coated hands was moved to her aching, swollen clit, fearing immediate or possibly gradual pain and discomfort, but luckily, no such thing came. If anything, it felt cold, in the way that mint would on the tongue.

However, she was soon brought to her knees, face level with the other's sex as those tendrils threatened to reach out and fondle her mixed expression. Disgust, fear, and the shameful flush of arousal all mixed into one countenance. The taste of the other sent mixed signals-- it was tart, almost bordering on unpleasant, and yet, it didn't have a negative reaction with her own sensitive PH levels. All the same, she groaned in displeasure with herself as her mouth watwred more, all while she felt her own sex began to drip with need.

It was wrong-- so, so wrong to be feeling like this, to.... Enjoy this, even if it was only on the carnal level. Deep down, Erica refused to enjoy this beyond the physical stimulation-- wanted to cling to what remained of her will, her mind even as she's forced to do such depraved things.

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That defiance was met with cruel laughter echoing within their shared mind… Erica was sure determined, he could give her that if nothing else. He couldn’t wait to feel her resolve crumble. He could already feel the cracks in it, spreading with each swipe of their tongue and each circled rubbed around their aching clit. Their body was positively dripping, now… He moved their hand, crooking their fingers up inside as far as they could go, before sliding them in and out.

What do you think, Erica..? Isn’t it about time we had something where we’re aching for it?

His deep voice growled within her mind before, pulling back and licking their lips. G4Rr0te diverted their attention to that large, ridged phallus, making their body lean up to taste that as well. The smaller tendrils curled and squeezed around the fingers of the hand still tangled up with them.

Just say the word… I’d be more than happy to give our body what it needs…

The suggestion was soft, slipping through her mind like a fish in a particularly muddy stream, mixing and churning the implanted thoughts he’d already left within the wrinkles and furrows of her mind. G4Rr0te could feel her resolve breaking, could feel her becoming more and more excited by what was happening. It was present in the tightening within their core, and how hard she was struggling to rationalize what was happening.

With an affectionate lick to the leaking tip of the phallus, he had their body stand on shaking legs and step closer to his own. The hand wrapped up in his squirming tendrils directed them between their legs, though the way they were standing only let the tips curiously press against their labia.

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Erica furrowed her brow as she was made to lick the Beast's rather intimidating tendrils, hating how her inner walls throbbed almost painfully with need. '*I* don't want this-- I will *never* want this!!' She fired back, even as she was soon made to stand, her sweatpants finally falling to her ankles as those smaller tendrils began to curiously reach out to her slick labia.

'If you really think that that thing would fit without breaking me, you're absolutely insane-- I do *not* want you inside of me!!' She still tried to fight, despite how she was losing the battle, slowly but surely. She was so deeply in denial, she tried, again, to take back control, tried to take at least a step back....

Only for her body to not even twitch, spare for the reactions brought by all of the stimuli given to her. All the same, she still clung to anything she could, not wanting to lose everything to the Beast.