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A New (Under)Desk Jockey For Sinister By Draconicon

"You really need to stop getting into trouble."

Cali'fon groaned as she dragged the elf through her doorway, the troll wiggling her hips side to side to get them the rest of the way through. It was built bigger than a human would ever need, but...well, there were other species than humans in the world, now.

"You know, Helen, you could really stand to lose a bit of weight. Not shaming, hun, but I think you got overloaded with the augmentations."

"Nnnngh."

"Yeah, you keep 'nnngh'ing at me. What a mess."

The blue-skinned troll laid her baggage down on the couch, shaking her head at the other woman. The fact that she was conscious but binary-eyed meant that her mental augments were still rebooting, which meant that whoever had caught her had obviously done a number on that part. Who knew what data they'd stolen, or worse, what they'd left behind?

Knowing her, it was another one of the pimp gangs, Cali'fon thought, shaking her head. Well, at least those ones are easy to track down.

Pimp gangs were not as dangerous as the press gangs or the real street gangs that wandered the alleys and roadways out there. Unlike the criminal groups, they were more keen on taking temporary whores wherever they could, finding men and women that had their mental augments unlocked or on low security and hacking them for pleasure. Usually, the cops could track them down in a few days to a few weeks, and with modern tech, that sort of memory could easily be wiped away.

It did, however, mean that the girls still had to live with the memory of being fuck-toys for a long time before they could afford the mind-wiping, and there was always the risk of a buried trigger bringing something to mind before then. Usually, the desire to serve someone else.

Cali'fon tapped her foot as she waited for the reboot process to finish, and was just about to go get herself a cup of coffee when a loud beep signalled its completion. Helen opened her eyes, turned her head, and immediately slid off the couch to her knees.

"How may I serve you, Mistress?" the elf whispered.

"...Oh, fuck."

"I have yet to be fucked by someone of your size, Mistress. May I serve you in another way? I'm more than willing to try, but it may take some time -"

"Stop talking, Helen."

The loud 'click' of an augmented jaw clicking together cut off any more of that nonsense, though it was not encouraging that it had happened that quickly. Cali'fon shook her head, rubbing her hand down her face.

Great. So, she got programmed, but nobody was there to pick her up. Probably a rush job to imprint on the first person she saw as the one in charge.

On the plus side, it meant that there was no risk of Helen running off and looking for a master that probably wanted to shove her into bed right off the bat. There'd be no elf oozing cum out of her ass for a few weeks before someone finally found her.

On the negative side, she now had a slave. And she wasn't exactly sure how to treat a slave.

"Ugh...well, come on. Let's see if we can track down who did this to you..."

"Yes, Mistress."

"What did I say about talking?"

"Shutting up, Mistress."

This is gonna be a long night.

Thankfully, she already had her equipment set up for the evening, though she had planned on joining a few friends across a number of cities for a raid night. The mega-corps weren't going to give their money out any other way, after all. But for her, this was more important.

Sending out an apology message to the rest of the raiders, she settled into her seat. She reached down to flip the crotch of her suit open, then paused as she looked down at the elf that had followed her into the room.

"Hmmmm..."

She rested her hand on her chin as she looked under her desk again. Not a lot of room down there, but there would probably be enough for another person, if she was willing to scrunch down and get shoved into place. Not a very comfortable position at all, but certainly workable, particularly for someone who could leave their hips on the other side of it.

"Helen, can you fit under the desk?"

The elf answered by doing it, sticking her head under the far side and crawling under it until her nose pressed right against the edge of the troll's seat. She looked up, green eyes peering through blond hair, and just stared, waiting for another order.

...Oh, that's tempting...too tempting.

"Fuck it."

She undid the crotch of her suit, a long, blue cock flopping out over the elf's face. There was no flinch, no sudden wincing or breaking from the obedient trance that she was in. Instead, she stared up, her eyes vacant, taking in information but doing nothing with it without an order. It was...

Kinda hot.

"You don't mind the smell?" she asked.

"What smell, Mistress?"

"What smell?"

She blinked. That had never, ever been a question that she'd been asked before. Her suit was a tight latex thing, something that clenched at her body and held it tighter than she really liked, most of the time. Worse, it tended to hold all the moisture in, forcing the sweat that popped out on the hard missions to stay down on her skin, grinding in until it basically replaced all other scents with a powerful, nose-numbing musk.

Yet, Helen didn't seem bothered.

"Well, holy hell...How about you give it a sniff, then? React normally."

The elf did just that, lowering her nose to the troll's balls. The nostrils flared -

"Mmmph...nnngh...so...so sweaty..."

"Heh, there you go. Now that's about how you should be reacting."

"So...strong...rank..."

"Yeah, well, stop insulting them. You're going to be worshiping them, after all."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Get licking. I want to feel that tongue the whole time I'm working."

Grabbing a visor from her desk, she pulled it over her head. A few different wires connected to her arm and then to her skull, jacking into the appropriate systems, all while Helen was getting comfortable between her -

"Mmmph...oh, that's new...that's new..."

The troll groaned happily as she felt the warm tongue of the elf beneath her sticking out, dragging along her balls and teasing her with a long, slick lick that went from her taint all the way up to the tip of her cock.

Didn't know you had an augment like that, she thought. Or that. Hoooo boy, didn't know you liked that.

The elf's tongue had swept back down along her balls, pulling on them. The soft ball-sucking that she expected turned into a full-blown lathering of her testicles, both of them pulled into an unhinged mouth, both held inside and licked, lapped, and licked again, that long tongue polishing both blue orbs.

The troll's cock was rapidly rising in response to that, and she shivered as she felt the pleasure rising quickly. Her balls were gradually pulling up, her cock twitching, her toes curling in her boots.

"Hoooo boy, let's get this done before I blow a load here..."

Shaking her head, Cali'fon jacked herself into the system, riding down the wires into the world of the Cyber-Net. The room around her disintegrated, rippling away into pieces and pixels before the datalines started to take form around her.

Of course, for the first time, she also had someone sucking her off while she was wandering around the Cyber-Net. The sensation of having a mouth around her balls - and now around her cock, too - was making it very hard to concentrate, and the troll was biting her lips to not make all sorts of silly sounds.

"Okay...signal...signals will have been...bouncing around...Helen's always...always on-line, too, so...mmph...fuck..."

The troll kept biting her lip as she 'walked' through the Cyber-Net, going back to the place where she'd found Helen in the first place. The representation of the real world flickered around her as she fast-traveled through it, coming back together with a few flickery, hazy bits before it was all back to normal. Edge of the freeway, two miles out of town, right between the territory of two major Pimp Gangs.

Which one, though?

She started recreating the scene around her, putting in the same model of car and slotting a render of Helen into the front seat. The troll started to load in a series of Pimp Gang stand-ins, then paused as she saw the Cyber-Helen was bobbing her head around an invisible cock already.

"Nnngh...focus!"

That, however, was not happening. The slow bobbing, sucking motion around her crotch was coloring all of her thoughts, making it impossible not to think of the elf in the real world sucking along her crotch. Already, she was seeing her world start to disintegrate, her horny thoughts turning the various gang members naked, showing off hard cocks that would feel so good in her ass, or down her throat, or -

"Nnngh!"

She yanked the visor off, gasping. The real world reasserted itself, and Helen was still sucking on her cock.

"Fuck it, you're getting face-fucked before I'm going back in there. Ugh...never forget rule one. Never hack while horny!"

The End