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The Western Cube

Chapter 12

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By Draconicon

The cart-bot and the other Greene personality that it housed managed to find a half-decent hiding spot. A gardener's shed three houses down happened to be situated just out of sight of most of the cameras, and the overhang meant that they would only be seen when they left it, rather than where they hid within. Tatyana kept her eyes closed, not daring to risk the Overseer looking through them and puzzling out where they were.

You will, eventually. You can't help it. You need this.

The tigress bit her lip, but even that sensation seemed to send a shiver down her spine. Or was it Greene's spine in this case? With the jackal's mind inside of her, with that creature trying to take her body from her, it was nearly impossible to tell where one of them started and the other ended. She shook her head, putting the fear out of her head as much as she could.

Sadly, it wasn't much, not compared to what she used to do. Everything was...overwhelming, to say the least, and Greene wasn't helping. Even with her eyes closed, she could see the face of the jackal in front of her, the austere woman sneering at her and somehow managing to look down her muzzle at the same time.

You almost had what you wanted, Illegal. All you have to do is come back. We will finish what we started, and this body will get what it was made for.

"Get...out...of my head..."

It is not YOUR head any longer. It belongs to me, too.

"Mmmph..."

All you need is pleasure. You stopped caring for science, for learning, for anything but your own gratification long ago. And now...now I can give it to you. Endlessly. Constantly. You will never stop feeling it. All you have to do is come back.

The horrible thing was that the AI wasn't lying. Tatyana knew for a fact that if she allowed herself to be tempted, she would go back, and then the other AIs would go back to the process of breaking her down. Little by little, she would have her brain stripped from her, her identity hollowed out into nothing more than a breeding slut, something that Greene could use for her own pleasures, as well as for actually making more subjects. The fact that the facility was falling apart around them didn't matter to the Overseer. All that mattered was the constant sensation that she would be able to get from being in the tigress's body.

And the most embarrassing part was that the tigress was tempted. Tatyana gritted her teeth all the tighter, her fingers curling into extensions of her claws against the cart-bot under her, but there was no denying the truth that she was soaking wet between her thighs and she wanted to go back to the basement. She wanted Cletus to get back to fucking her ass. She wanted to feel her hands roaming along her body without any control of her own. She wanted to feel herself being used the way that the scientists in the Facility had done, had trained her to enjoy.

Yes. Little Illegal knows her purpose.

Her hand was already moving from the cart-bot to the throbbing thing that her clit had become, a piece of flesh that stood up like a male's phallus rather than just twitching away obediently beneath its hood. Furry fingers clasped it, squeezed it, and her pussy drooled like mad over the cart.

Just come back. I'll take you there.

"Nnngh...no..."

You need it. It's all that matters to you.

Tatyana gritted her teeth. It wasn't...except, in a twisted way, yes, it was. She had buried it, focused on that part of her past to the exclusion of everything else. Every experiment, every task that she had undertaken, had been something to bury that need, that humiliation, that constant reminder of what she had almost become. It didn't matter what sort of end result she got; all that mattered was burying it that little bit further, ensuring that it had a few more inches of metaphorical dirt to claw its way through if it ever revived from its grave.

And now...

Now, she was forced to face it. It was there in all its ugly glory, all the need, all the want, all the disgusting things that they made her want. The need to have her ankles restrained and kept in a cell for the use of any number of men. The need to have her asshole all but turned inside-out by the big things that they shoved in it. The way that she wanted them to work her over, mark her, break her so she didn't hate it anymore -

"Nnngh!"

One of the cart-bot's clunky grippers grabbed her by the wrist and squeezed. Greene screeched in the back of her head, going silent and letting go of their clit, and Tatyana panted as she opened her eyes.

"Thank you," she whispered to the cart.

The other Greene didn't answer, but the gripper bobbed up and down. The cart pushed to the edge of the shed, and Tatyana carefully looked around.

The various lights and other systems that dotted Level 5 had come on, and so had a few other things that she hadn't noticed before. There were glowing screens in the houses and in some of the public spaces, touchscreens waiting for interactions.

The tigress narrowed her eyes at the nearest one. It looked...almost like a voting screen, now that she had a chance to get a good look at it. There were three colors on it, three silhouettes among them. They were simple enough. Gold, Red, and Green, with the last one having a jackal's silhouette.

Before she could read them properly, Level 5 blared with an intercom blast. She covered her ears as Greene's voice echoed through the air.

"It seems that our Illegal guest has taken it upon herself to hide out. Tatyana Whore, I feel that you do not understand your role. I think it's time that you see what it would have meant for you at the height of Volt City."

What was that supposed to mean? When there were people? She highly doubted that the AI could resurrect the dead, but then again -

"Allow me to show you how an Illegal is supposed to be treated."

The air shimmered, the various emitters and cameras projecting a haze of green light before the other colors of the spectrum joined it. Various SEDAE drones were hovering through the area, adding to the simulation, and the tigress's eyes went wide as she realized what the jackal was doing.

People began to take form, shimmering into being. They were dressed, not in the jumpsuits of the lower levels, but in high-class, fashionable - for the old times - suits and dresses that marked them as men and women of means. They marched along, arm in arm or alone, and they carried themselves with pride.

So far, none had seen her, but she saw how well and proper they were portrayed as, as well as some that shimmered and glitched as they were...altered, she imagined. The way that an elephant went from being prim and proper to having a bulge that ran halfway down his trouser leg, or the way that a wolf went from walking with a stiff back to a slight hunch that made him look like he was hunting, was all that she needed to know that this was going to be a biased simulation, at best.

"Now, Tatyana Whore, show yourself."

"How about no?" she muttered.

I can see through your eyes...I know you could only be in one or two places, the jackal said in her head. Come out, and I'll let you experience this before I collect you. Keep hiding, and I'll drag you out.

"Hmmph...and what..." Tatyana stopped, breathing slowly as she felt her pussy clench, her asshole tense from the raw need that filled her in that moment of anticipation. "And what keeps you from making me right now?"

...

She thought as much. There was only so much that the AI could do to her right then, only so much control that she could exert. That meant that there was a chance; a hand, a leg, but not both. Not at the same time.

Eventually, Greene would probably learn how to alternate between one or the other, but that was going to take her a while. In the meantime, Tatyana had a chance.

At the same time...

She hated herself for the temptation. She could no longer trust her own mind, not with the need rushing through her, not with how much she wanted to go out there and get fucked. She knew that it was just lust, that this wasn't the real her, but...

But was she lying to herself?

She'd lied a hundred times. Telling herself that she didn't have a foot fetish, didn't want this to happen to her, didn't crave this or that or the other thing. Every single lie had been a way of denying what happened to her, of holding it back, of pretending that she hadn't been shattered the way that she had been.

Can I...

If she embraced it, if she admitted it, would that make her stronger? Or would that just be the excuse that pushed her down the road to what Greene wanted for her? Was it the road to healing, or was it just the little lie that she told herself to excuse breaking and failing her responsibilities?

There was only one way to find out. Stasis was what she had tried for so many years, freezing herself in place and not letting it get worse. If she was going to get better, if she was going to take back any control, she needed to try something new.

So, she slid off the cart-bot. She could hear Greene chuckling in the back of her head, the jackal clearly believing that she'd won. Perhaps she had. It remained to be seen.

"If I get close to the exit...come running," she muttered.

The exit opens for nobody but me, Greene said. Whatever you're planning, it won't work. Just come out...and enjoy being what you were meant to be.

Tatyana knew her body wanted to enjoy this. She knew her past wanted to, as well. It was time to find out whether she could find a way to escape it afterward.

The naked tigress stepped out of the shed and walked to the edge of the fenced yard. It opened on its own, allowing her access to the public plaza that the various manors surrounded. Fake water flowed in the fountain, though she imagined that she'd feel it if she walked through it. The various implants and nanites promised that any sensation she was given would hit her hard if she allowed herself to feel anything at all.

But it was the eyes of the various rich folk turning to her that set her heart to racing. The tigress stopped dead in her tracks as she felt over a dozen men and women staring at her, each eye flicking down from her breasts to her naked pussy, then down to her feet.

Before she could move, one of the drones in the air darted down, a lasso of light zipping out and catching her by the ankle. She yelped as her foot was yanked in the air, the tattoo along the underside shown off.

"Inhabitants of Volt City. Let it be known that this woman is an Illegal, barred from wearing clothes, kept under the entirety of our great city's population. She is here to be used for whatever you feel need for. Labor, pleasure, anything that you can imagine.

"Take your time with her. Show her where she belongs. Everything that you do will be logged in the tattoo on her foot for later viewing. If you wish to see what she has gone through already, scan her sole with your personal device, and you will have access to the video recordings.

"Now, who will do their civic duty and put this Illegal in her place first?"

"Heh, I will," an elephant hologram said.

Tatyana turned to him even as she struggled to stand on one foot. The big male looked like someone that had stepped out of a western history book, the monopolist and industrialist that had 'made his fortune' and then fucked off to do what he wanted. He stepped forward, one hand on a cane, the other on the bulge that was already filling his pants.

It didn't matter how much she told herself that it was just a hologram. Cletus had been just a hologram, and she'd taken his ghost cock so deep in her ass that she had all but cum her brains out.

_Obedient girl.

Horny Illegal.

Obedient girl.

Horny Illegal._

And the mental control was still buzzing around in her skull, reminding her of how easily she could fall and be collected. Her pussy drooled back to her ass, soaking both holes. The crowd stared at her, and they muttered.

"A beastly creature."

"Certainly more suited for being on all fours than walking around."

"Shouldn't she have a collar?"

"Filthy feet; but what do you expect of an Illegal?"

"Someone should use her. Make sure that she understands not to show herself in this place without an owner, Bertie, that's a good man."

Bertie - the elephant, she assumed - grabbed her ankle. The drone let her go, and he turned her around, pulling her up until she was on her tiptoes. His fat cock slipped between her legs, rubbing between her thighs as he shifted his grip. Soon, she was leaning back, her spine against his chest and her feet in the air. He lifted her higher still, his cock slipping up, grinding between her ass cheeks.

"So, this is an Illegal, hmm? Always heard that you whores were the best at what you did, if a trifle risky with your clientele. Not carrying anything, are you?"

"..."

"I'll take that as a no. You need more training, whore; you answer your betters."

"Not...my...better - NNNGH!"

One of the drones buzzed in, zapping the bottom of her foot. She gasped, arching her back and gritting her teeth until it hurt as the pain turned to pleasure running down from her raised feet to her pussy. Greene moaned over the intercom, as well, the AI clearly feeling at least some of it.

"Mmm, so that's why you get wet from pain...delicious."

Tatyana hissed through her fangs, trying to focus through the impending pleasure and the stinging heat at her soles. Her feet were raised up high, the tattoo clear as day. Most people wouldn't be able to read it, but the AI was clearly cheating, transmitting the information to the hologram people.

"Look at her. A little slut."

"Goodness. How many times has her dirty hole been used?"

"Too often. It's almost pushed out."

"Does it even close?"

"And that...that thing over her sex. Is she even female any longer?"

"Hmmph. Hard to tell."

"Looks like she wants to fuck someone rather than just be fucked."

"Put her in her place, Bertie."

"I don't have - nnnngh!"

Another shock interrupted her attempt at contradicting them, this one coming in rapid short bursts that flicked up and down her foot. Sharp prongs followed by a hot, searing blast of electricity hit her over and over again, starting at the big toe and running down the ball of her foot before ending in a sustained blast right at the arch. The muscles in her foot and lower leg spasmed, nearly sending her shaking right off the elephant's chest.

How did this even work? Even if her mind was being fooled into thinking that the holograms were real, how was it able to support her? How did she float off the ground in their grips? How did that tech work?

It wasn't possible, and yet it was happening.

Some part of her wanted to explore the possibilities of that tech, find out what the limits of the world of Volt City actually were, but she was not in a position to do that. Not with that glowing elephant cock pushing right between her cheeks and -

"Ah!"

Tatyana gasped as it punched right into her. The same gasp echoed through the intercoms, and she knew that Greene was as much inside her as anywhere else, savoring the pleasure that she was getting as well as the humiliation.

She couldn't help but allow herself to be bounced up and down, her asshole getting invaded time and time again by the thick, ghostly, shouldn't-be-there cock. It went so far into her, and her mouth hung open as she was fucked, rutted in front of a full crowd.

Of all the things that had happened to her, this was perhaps the most humiliating, and it was the thing that made her want it more than anything else. The sharp heat to her feet, the stretching, aching feeling of being ass-fucked so deep, was made ten times more pleasurable with an audience. People to see her experimented on, people that could see what she had become, people that -

People that...that...

"Look at the little freak. Can't stand to be off that thing."

"Hmmph. Illegals for you. They aren't even people."

"They can't be trusted with anything. They need to be controlled, shackled, put to use for their betters."

"Indeed, otherwise, they'd never do anything but fuck."

"At least they're good at it."

"Oh, indeed. Look at her. She's...taking it so deep..."

"And enjoying it, clearly."

"I...wonder how it feels."

"I want her next."

"I want her now!"

One of the other holograms, a cheetah, darted in for her. His pants were gone, disappearing in the way that only a hologram's could, and he rammed a barb-covered cock right past her sex. Tatyana arched her back, cumming from the impossibly-large double-penetration, and the same pleasure rolled over through her link with Greene.

"NNNGH! OOOOH YES!"

The rolling moan through the intercom would have woken anyone from their slumber, and it clearly marked a loss of control on the AI's part. Tatyana would have screamed from the sudden fluctuation inside her if it wasn't for the fact that she had almost gotten used to it, the elephant's cock growing to 50% larger than it had been, and then shrinking down to half its size, and then flicking back and forth between the two. The same happened with the cheetah, and she could see that he became a her and then a he again, whatever variables had built him as a person shifting as Greene lost control.

The same happened to the crowd, she realized in a moment of lucidity. They transformed, changing shape, size, gender, even species as Greene's electric fingers slipped all over the dials. The climax was fucking with her. She wasn't used to it.

"This...this is what it means...what it means to FEEL. Oh, yes...yes, we must...must do more..."

Tatyana could feel the eyes of the various holograms glued to her. It wasn't just for her sake, either. She could feel Greene basking in the attention that she was getting via Tatyana, could feel the lust that she felt at being...not just seen, but desired, wanted, feeling everything that the tigress felt, no longer filtered through who knew how many barriers, but just the intensity and want that came through.

"More...give her more..."

The elephant pulled her up, all the way off his cock, and the cheetah's shaft grew, the variables that controlled cock-size obviously adding several inches to his shaft. It grew out like someone creating an avatar and adjusting something to absurd levels, right to the point of throbbing up to touch her asshole at the same time that the elephant's did. They were going to -

They were going to double-fuck her ass. They were going to break it. She squirmed -

"NNNGH!"

More shocks, this time to her chest as well as her feet, more of the drones floating around her. She panted, dripping at the torment, at the bondage, at everything. It was driving her mad. All she had to do was give in, give in and enjoy it. And it was so good, so hot to be stared at, to be treated as nothing more than a toy.

To stop fighting.

To savor it.

To be what they wanted her to be.

"Let me feel it...let me..."

Tatyana was on the verge of just slipping into the depths of need when two cold grippers grabbed her by the ankles. The cold combined with the sudden stimulation was enough, finally. She arched her back and swung forward with what little leverage the solid things offered, and it was just sufficient to push her away from the double-dicks so close to her asshole.

The cart-bot caught her, pulling her to its top side as it revved its engines and pushed forward. It was barely more than a run, but it was something, and even as the mad-dash of the holograms chased after her, the SEDAE drones limited in speed by how much the holograms could realistically run, it was enough.

"Nnngh...ah...ah...ah..."

No, you can't stop. You have to go back! Greene shouted in the back of her head. I must...I need more. More experiments. More of this. More sensation. You can't just leave me high and dry with this. I need more information!

"Faster...faster..."

She didn't know if she was talking to the cart-bot or to her own hand as it went back between her legs. Not to grip her clit this time, but reaching up between them, rubbing her fingers against her ass and nearly sliding in right then and there. She was so close to another orgasm, one more just right at the edge.

She didn't know what she was going to do, but she had to do something. Either to clear her head or to get out of here, or both.

I'll take you. I'll bring you back and use you. Show you where you belong. Get what I need. I - I - I -

The gate rose up in the distance. The surging barrier between Level 5 and Level 6, the one thing that would keep her on this side and nothing but a whore, or the thing that would allow her to get through and have a chance to make a life for herself again. It buzzed with electricity, the same sort of thing that had held her back in all the other places. Greene laughed, all but physically there at her side, a ghostly jackal face peering over her shoulder as if the other woman was there to hold her back.

Only I can open the door. It will not open for anyone but me. That is how it was built, and that's how it will stay.

"We'll...see...about that..."

I'll stop you. You can't resist.

"...We'll see about that, too."

Two, three, four, all five fingers - a full fist - went right up her ass. She almost fell off the cart, the grippers barely saving her from a fate of being trampled beneath the very cart she had fixed, but...

But it did something else, too.

Her mind raced, and it latched onto things that had been just hanging there, so obvious, so stupidly, blindingly clear that she was amazed she'd missed them before.

Greene was the only one that could deactivate the barrier.

Other machines could not pass through the electrical field without facing a consequence.

Greene was inside her.

She could pass.

The nanites couldn't.

"Throw me!"

The cart-bot didn't hesitate; the grippers whipped back and then forward, throwing Tatyana through the air before Greene could say or do anything to stop them. The SEDAE drones lunged forward, losing all pretense with the various holograms, but it was too late.

They reached the electric field. Tatyana braced herself for the pain of being fried, only to pass through. The electrical charge hit her, accepted her...

But didn't accept the nanites.

She felt them burst inside her, the sensation akin to an all-over pins and needles sensation, everything going numb and then bursting back to hyper-sensitivity. Greene's voice cut off mid-scream as they'd passed through the barrier, and Tatyana landed on the other side, nothing more than a tigress, but finally free of the nanites controlling her body.

As she gasped for breath, the cart-bot spun sideways, barely keeping itself upright as it stopped before it could reach the barrier. The other Greene's voice finally spoke up again.

"I can't believe that worked."

"Neither can I," Tatyana admitted. "But either it would work, or I'd be dead. Either way, it was...it was a result."

"You're suicidal."

"...Not quite, but I suppose I'm closer than I should be."

The tigress groaned, pushing herself upright again. She no longer had quite the sheer rush of libido running through her, but she could tell that it was only a temporary reprieve. The moment Greene got those digital hands on her again, she'd still be fucked, and while the implant might have been fried, she doubted it was completely gone. She'd still feel what the various drones did to her.

Shaking her head, she forced her thoughts back to the newest mystery. The screens in Level 5; they had been new.

"I saw...something, before we were caught. The screens -"

"The daily vote."

"Vote?" Tatyana blinked. That...rang a bell. "Vote for what?"

"The Overseer. It was part of the experiment, as far as I was able to tell."

"...Right. To prove whether the crowd would keep their capitalism in check, vote in someone from the right side, or eventually just fall into the western decadence." Yes, she remembered the recordings, the way that the other agent had found that the city was falling apart at the seams. "They voted for this..."

"The system was never shut off."

"...Which means that she could be removed as Overseer?"

"Technically. Goulde was deactivated some time ago, and Krasnyy just disappeared. She's the only one still available as overseer, and there's nobody here to vote anymore."

"I'm here."

"You're an Illegal. You have no voting rights."

"..."

"But...perhaps..."

"Level 6. That's her level. If I can find the right systems, shift the programing around -"

"You might have a chance."

A chance. A chance to turn this around, to put something else in charge, or - at the very least - take away the authority that the Overseer had over her. Tatyana looked down at her dusty feet, at her warped body, and thought of everything that Greene had done to her. The pleasure, the pain, the conditioning.

It would be such a pleasure to take that power-mad jackal down.

The whirring of the approaching drones interrupted them, and the cart-bot gestured with its grippers.

"Run. I can't follow from down here; you'll have to get up on your own."

"And you?"

"They'll arrest me. I...might be sent to Level 0."

"..."

"Hurry."

There was an underlying fear there, and no surprise. Tatyana wouldn't put it past the Overseer-Greene to order her other self to be torture-fucked by the various robots down there. There seemed some understanding of how one could torment digital personalities, particularly as they seemed to be ripped from people. Real people. No matter how limited the personalities became afterward, they were originally people.

Shivering at the thought, she turned and ran. The stairs between Levels 5 and 6 seemed all the taller as a result, and she stumbled more than once as she followed the flights up...and up...and up.

Did she hear the sound of the drones arriving? The screaming of the cart-bot as it tried and failed to flee? The shocks and digital whines of the drones punishing it before restraining it to cart it off somewhere else? She didn't know if it was all in her mind or if it was real, but she heard something, all the same.

Tatyana normally would have put it out of her mind, but this time, she didn't. With the Overseer gone, there was space. Space enough for emotions, space enough for the anger-fear that she felt for what the cart-bot and the AI inside would go through.

And space enough for her to know that she couldn't keep burying things and ignoring them. She had to deal with them, or they would add to the mountain in her head.

Tatyana paused, panting for breath as she reached the second to last landing before Level 6. She looked up at the door waiting for her. It was a simple barrier, one that waited for her to activate it from this side to pass through.

How much time do I have left?

There was no clear answer. Project West, Volt City, whatever one wanted to call it, only seemed to give its state of being through the occasional rattle and roll that echoed through the entire place. She couldn't tell how much power was left, nor could she tell how structurally sound the place really was. All she knew was that the time was running out, and Greene's insane need to capture her was spending more power than the facility might actually have. If she didn't end this soon, they were all going to die.

She thought about it for a moment. No, she didn't actually want to die, so she supposed she wasn't quite that suicidal just yet.

But she had to be smarter about this. She couldn't just let herself get caught. She had to be clear-headed, had to allow herself to admit when she had needs rather than just thinking she could control them all the time.

...I can't believe I'm doing this.

And yet, as she squatted there on the steel staircase, spreading her legs and lowering one hand to her pussy, she knew she was going to. She was still wound up to some degree, and if she went in there even a little horny, she would be tempted almost instantly to give in again. And this time, there would be no cart-bot to save her.

This is the end-game. I have to get this right.

She just wished that she didn't embrace the need to masturbate quite so readily. It was embarrassing that she was so different from how she'd always seen herself, so much needier and wanting than she'd told herself she was. When she got out of this - and she was determined to get out - she was going to need to do so much soul-searching.

She just hoped that she could get enough money for the therapy that this would require.

The End

Summary: Tatyana is tempted by Greene over and over again, and tries to rationalize it. Instead, she gets dragged into something almost more than she can handle.

Tags: M/F, M/M/F, F/F, Possession, Tigress, Jackal, AI, Drones, Elephant, Cheetah, Double Penetration, Cock Growth, Anal, Vaginal, Orgasm, Cum, Nudity, Wet, Big Clit, Series, Tatyana, Project West, Volt City,