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The Western Cube

Chapter 6

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By Draconicon

She was potentially wasting precious time, but it was the only lead she had. The cart led her down the direction that she had been heading, anyway, but now, she potentially had a lead to something better than simple prostitution. If there was such a business here.

There is. This is a hyper-capitalistic scenario, and that means that everything is monetized, from labor to bodies...

She could feel the outline of her barcode on her foot with every step, her pace reminding her of the marking, and the odd feeling that had come with getting it scanned after helping her new...companion? She put the debate of what she would call the cart to the side, trying to put her transit time to use by trying to figure out what was wrong with her.

I should not be...excited...by someone treating me like that. Or having that level of focus on my...foot.

Having Greene accuse her of having a foot fetish had been more than slightly embarrassing, and it was still something that she refused to believe was actually true. She had never had a foot fetish. A bondage fetish, perhaps, or something akin to a self-taught fetish for helplessness, but that did not mean that she enjoyed her feet being focused on...or fouled...or otherwise tormented the way that the AI had suggested. Nor would she have liked being under someone else's feet.

That was not her. It wasn't. She was sure of it.

And then she took another step, a shock of discomfort, a flash of memory, and once more, she was back to that moment of weird pleasure between her legs. Her clit throbbed beneath its hood, and her sex drooled slightly as it clenched on nothing.

Sometimes, she hated the limitations of biology and how it insisted on doing what it wanted despite her wishes.

The cart led her down the street into the sunken part of Level 2, passing the first two buildings - one of which looked like a chemistry lab gone wrong, the second looking like some sort of bakery that went past bread and into other things - and stopped by a red door. It extended one mechanical arm and rapped on the metal door. A hologram screen appeared, and a wolf manifested in the center of it. Slightly older, perhaps in his forties, the wolf looked down at the cart, and then -

"Well, well, well, little lady. Looks like we still got live ones out there. Where'd you find this one?"

" Customer has aided this unit. Customer is looking for work. Customer can be vouched for."

"Is that so?" The wolf head turned to face her. "What's your name?"

"Tatyana."

"Got an ID, Tatyana? Or a last name?"

"..."

"Heh, come on. Gotta have something for me, or you'd be down in Level 0. Show it, girl."

Gritting her teeth, Tatyana lifted her foot up again. The green-shaded wolf head looked down at it, and then slowly perked up in a grin.

"Oh, that's gonna give me some options. Well, Ms. Tatyana Whore, how about you come in and we get a look at you..."

The door opened. The cart rolled out of the way, gesturing for her to step inside with the clicker mechanical arms. She hesitated, stepped past it, and hesitated again when it did not follow.

"Are you coming with me?"

" Customer has been repaid. Unit must continue in its appointed rounds."

Somehow, despite the very bad text-to-speech unit that it had, she could almost hear some sense of regret. Were the little AIs that much more advanced, too, or had something else been done? The more she saw, the more that she wondered just how the scientists of the past had created something so...intense, so life-like compared to what they had in the modern day. Either someone had been particularly brilliant and all their notes had been subsequently lost...

Or they had cheated.

She still didn't know which, and that bothered her. She watched as the little cart trundled off, then turned back to the building before her.

The front room looked like it had once been a waiting room. Rather than chairs, there were pillows, ranging from rather expensive-looking things that could almost be beanbag chairs to little pillows more suitable for carrying rings or parts than supporting people. At the far end was another screen, with a door on either side. The screen lit up as soon as she stepped through the outer doorway, the street sealed off a moment later. The wolf looked at her once more, no longer green, but silver.

"Well, well, young lady. I have to admit, I've not seen a worker like you in a long time."

"I am not a worker."

"Hmmm, are you saying that the files are faulty?" he asked, his head tilted indulgently. "You should know that an inquiry costs money to open, young woman. Are you saying that you want to -"

"How much?"

He was thrown by her actually asking, she realized. He had been teasing, not actually offering. The wolf blinked, shaking his head.

"I must be hearing things."

"No. I am serious. What does it cost to open an inquiry?"

"...Two hundred credits."

"Hmmph. Unaffordable."

"Then please don't waste my time with those questions. Besides, you're here for work, aren't you?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

"Unfortunately? Why, this is your chance to seek gainful employment, young lady. This is a place that is a perfect fit for you."

"..."

"You understand me, yes? Let's take you back for an examination."

The door to the right of the screen opened up, and despite the situation, Tatyana didn't hesitate. The tigress hustled through, ducking into the hallway. The walls went from dark steel to bright chrome in an instant, and the door slammed shut behind her. There had been something in the wolf's voice that had made her curious, and -

"Now that we're out of the main room, let's talk frankly, Illegal. You're going against the Overseer here, aren't you?" the wolf's voice asked.

"...Let's say that we have our disagreements."

"Heh. Knew it. Should have guessed that the first living being here in decades would tweak our Overseer's nose something fierce."

"I seem to have done something, at the very least." She glanced down the featureless hallway. "I don't suppose you're actually bringing me somewhere?"

"Heh, are you that keen to spread your legs, hun?"

"No, but I like to know where I'm going."

There was no answer at first, but eventually, one part of the wall opened. She continued moving forward, sliding through the opening -

"Oh."

Only to find herself face to face with a bed that had been fitted with all kinds of attachments, as well as various mechanical arms hovering over it. They, in turn had been fitted with what looked like latex dildos of every species that walked the earth, including some that had long since gone extinct. A second look showed that they could inflate, as well, something that was not lost on her.

Other arms, smaller than the manipulator and grabber and 'fucking' ones, were fitted with emitters, with sparkers, and with other jets that she didn't immediately recognize at the end of the arms. She didn't know what they were planning on doing to her, but she imagined that it would not be clean.

Most concerning was the helmet at the far end of the bed, one that was obviously meant to slip over her head. She looked up at the ceiling for an explanation.

Rather than a screen, the wolf assembled himself in a silver hologram in the middle of the room. He was dressed rather modestly for someone that ran what appeared to be a brothel. The middle-aged wolf brushed his suit down, leaning on a cane with one hand and adjusting a monocle over one eye.

"That's better," he said, his voice no longer so electronic and vibrating as before. "Mmm, been some time since I've had cause to manifest this way."

"I believe that you owe me an explanation for this."

"Ah, that? It's just a way of ensuring that we know what you like."

"..."

"And, admittedly, what you can be persuaded to like. For the sake of the customers."

"...I see. Then it is part of the conditioning process. Shifting my mind around, adjusted via drugs, bondage, and stimulation, correct?"

"You're keen, then?" the wolf asked, lifting an eyebrow.

"No. Just...aware."

"That's not what the biometrics say."

"...I'm getting rather annoyed by that system."

"Because it's right?"

"..."

"Look, girl. It's something that's part and parcel for anyone that's getting hired here, and if the Overseer decides to start checking the system, this has gotta look legit. Get on the bed, and we'll get started. Plus, it'll give us better warning if she just...shows up."

Tatyana didn't like the idea of putting herself into a helpless situation. Not logically, at least, though her body was rapidly telling her a different story. The very idea of putting herself on the bed, getting tied down, exposed, possibly even left to be conditioned into something, was logically a very stupid thing to do. But she needed this job, and she knew that she needed to take some sort of risk to avoid being sent right back to Level 0. If that happened, then she was fucked, and she knew it.

She took off the bag, putting it at her side before approaching the bed. The arms didn't immediately reach for her, which was a good sign. She turned, looking back at the wolf, who did not hide how much he looked her up and down.

"I assume that you're feeling something similar to Cletus," the tigress said. "A lust for organic beings?"

"I'm programmed to enjoy my job, young lady. Doesn't mean that I don't get some genuine pulses through the system for it..."

"And your interests?"

"Breasts, girl, what else?"

She should have guessed. The urge to cover herself sprung up, but she managed to push it back down with a bit of effort. The tigress shook her head, slowly lowering herself to the bed, scooting back until she could lower her head into the curled metal helmet that waited at the very back.

As soon as her head made contact, the bed hummed to life. Rubber seals formed around her ankles and wrists, emanating up from the mattress, and mechanical arms attached to her wrists and ankles, pulling her spread-eagle instantly. She bit her lips, keeping from making a sound as she was restrained. Some of the rubber beneath her formed into a pad, pushing her up from just below the base of her spine, lifting her hips and making her spread her legs further.

"Mmmph..."

"I have to say, for someone that doesn't like this, you're quite wet."

"It's my body...trained to enjoy it."

"But you don't?"

"No."

"Let's see what the scan says, shall we?"

Let's not, she thought, even as the helmet buzzed around her head. She gritted her teeth tighter as a visor circled her eyes, a half-opaque lens that made it very hard to see the world around her. Sparkling lights filled her vision, making it hard to see anything.

"What is this?"

"Neural testing. It sends different messages through your eyes, and the rest of the helmet scans for neural response."

All the while, the wolf looked down at her with a pleased smile on his face, and his holographic pants started to bulge in the crotch. If this was entirely a computer, she would eat her lab coat.

It didn't get easier for her, either. The more that the lights flickered, the more that different images danced through her mind. She was forced to see things, the sparkles of light triggering different parts of memory and imagination, almost like coded light bursts forcing her brain to imagine different scenarios.

Flash.

Her on her back, a rutting stallion slamming into her pussy, rubbing her raw as he bred her.

Completely dry. She was completely dry at the process of being bred.

Flash.

The same stallion, this time rutting her with a condom on, this time just fucking her to see how hard she could take it. Rutting her, measuring her capacity.

Less dry, more wet. She gritted her teeth as she felt the juices running from her sex, her nipples standing out more stiffly than before.

Flash.

The same stallion, this time with his cock up her ass, this time with him hammering away inside of her. Filling her, stretching her, showing her how well her ass could take it and how good it -

"Nnnngh!"

Tatyana gasped as the image faded, her heart hammering in her chest, and her pussy clenching hard, right on the verge of an orgasm just from that blast of fantasy through her mind. Her asshole, too, clenched hard on nothing, and the wolf smiled as he looked down at her.

"Mmm, now we're getting somewhere."

"What...mmmph...you are...what are you doing?" she panted, trying to pull her head together. "What did you just do to me?"

"We test the mind and the body alike. After all, the body can respond with a lie if it's been trained to do that, but the mind...well, that's a lot harder to fool. The brothel's gotta be good, and if the girls are only pretending to like something, then the clients aren't getting what they paid for." He chuckled. "Oh, you'd be damn good for some of them. Not so good for the Overseer's breeding program, but good enough for everything else."

"..."

"Course, we're only just getting started. Let's see what other kinks are hiding in that mind of yours..."

Tatyana was a wreck by the time that the mind-scan was over. She had been subjected to one experimental situation after another, ranging from the simple to the impossible. Or, she supposed, the theoretically impossible. She was already conversing with an impossible being to start with.

She slumped down as the latest vision - one where she was subjected to a living latex, coated and turned to a sexual drone - finished. Just like all the others, she had been subjected to a base idea of a fantasy, and then put through various permutations of it, finding the weak spot in her armor against a particular situation, where it became acceptable and how she would enjoy it from that point of view. In this case, it was starting with her clit and feet, all but converting them to latex, and then moving on to the rest of her body.

The tigress was a sweaty mess, her sex wet and frustrated, her pussy and her ass clenching down on nothing, and her toes curled hard. She groaned as she laid her head to the side as the helmet came off, allowing her the chance to see the world properly once more.

The wolf - who had eventually identified himself as Mr. Silver - stood at her side, idly stroking a holographic cock to her naked body. Not in the way of someone that would be jerking off to cum on her, but rather just to the show that he had witnessed. He tsked softly.

"For someone that insists that she doesn't want to be here, there's a lot of things you could get out of us."

"I just...want...out..."

"Do you, hmm? And do you want to get rid of us in the process?"

"Mmph...no."

"Not even the Overseer?"

"I want her contained, dealt with...but not gone, no."

"...Then we might have something to talk about."

"Mmmph...and here I thought...you were just trying to trap me until she could throw me back to Level 0."

It had been the largest of her many fears, she had to admit. Considering that she had been tied down, subjected to various tests, and wracked with all kinds of fantasies and possibilities, she didn't want to think about how helpless she had been. No penetration had occurred, but she had been subjected to a number of mental invasions. She had almost cum more than a few times, and the tension that still ran through her made her almost wish that the wolf was solid. It was the first time that she had wished for a living touch in...well, months. Perhaps longer.

He smiled, shaking his head.

"It's useful to know. For both of us, I imagine. You're so uptight, but these tests show that you have a lot of things you're just begging for. If Greene knew how needy you were, how desperate you are for these things..."

"You will erase those files, yes?"

"Mmm, soon, yes. Very soon."

Hopefully very soon. Mr. Silver wasn't wrong about how dangerous those readings would be in Greene's hands. The very thought of the jackal knowing all of her weak points was enough to send a shiver down her spine, and she didn't know if that was from arousal, fear, or both.

Probably both.

"I want a readout of it myself."

"Oh? Are you lying to yourself that much?"

"I want outside evidence."

"Heh, fair enough," the wolf said, nodding. "Now, let's see about -"

Mr. Silver fell silent, looking up. The humming sound in the room had changed. His eyes narrowed, and Tatyana saw them spark. She said nothing; if he was that focused, that meant that the Overseer was checking things out, going through the files, looking for her. If she distracted him, the files might come to light, and she couldn't afford that.

Several pulses made the room buzz around her, then he looked down at her.

"The files are destroyed, a printout started. Look. She's going to be here soon; I couldn't stop her from seeing that you'd come by. Here's the deal. I'll make you an employee, and then a manager as soon as she leaves. And you do whatever it takes to get out of here and get rid of that bitch in the process."

"Done."

"Glad we understand each other, sweet cheeks."

He patted her head, and the bindings came back. She yelped as she was pulled back down, pinned to the bed, and gritted her teeth as she tried to focus on anything but what was about to happen. Her, helpless, and Greene about to see her that way.

They had perhaps three seconds from her being bound up to the green hologram of the jackal taking form at the foot of the bed. Just like before, she had changed slightly. Another button had come loose from her suit jacket, and more of her bosom was definitely on display. Her legs were no longer so sensibly hidden, but rather exposed up to the knee, with -

No shoes...

Whether the jackal knew that she had gone barefoot or not was up for debate, but she had clearly had something go wrong. She was almost starting to imitate the tigress in shape and curves, as well, with her hips flaring out wide and her breasts definitely larger. The CEO, Overseer, and who knew how many other titles she had, looked down at her with wide, surprised eyes.

"Well, well, well...of all the things that you could have done, dear, this is a surprise. She's one of yours now, Mr. Silver?" Greene asked.

"My only one, these days," the wolf said.

"And your best."

"Obviously."

"Goodness...she looks so much better like this..." The jackal walked around the bed, silhouette fuzzing from time to time as she passed through solid objects. She leaned down, intangible hands wandering up and down along the tigress's body, miming cupping her breasts, reaching down and almost touching her clit.

For Tatyana's part, it took a surprising amount of willpower to not move, to hold still and not react. Every time that the jackal's thrumming claws came near her chest, every time that a finger came within microns of actually touching her clit, she wanted to arch up. Her body was so pent up, her lusts so high, that she craved to actually be touched. Her heart was racing, but she would be damned if she let Greene see her so much as take a gasping breath.

The jackal slid onto the bed, straddling her, her green hands just under the tigress's breasts. They kneaded at her in a way that was almost cat-like, and Greene's gaze slowly moved from her chest to her eyes.

"You are a fantastic specimen...a beautiful, sensual beast..."

"..."

"You would...be quite the asset to have..."

She cannot...oh no...

The obsession was starting to come clear. It wasn't merely the obsession of the new, but of something else. Greene was -

"Your body...your mind...I imagined that most of the subjects were merely dull creatures...and of course, they were. So very dull. So...uninteresting...but you..." Greene's eyes flashed, and suddenly, she was further back. The nearly-shirt-bursting bosom that she had shown a moment ago had disappeared, replaced with a top that was more business-like, more sensible and practical.

"Mr. Silver." Greene's voice had changed, no longer shaking, no longer drawn out. "Ensure that she is well-trained. Broken, even. I want the best whore that you can create. And I want her as soon as possible."

"...Yes, Overseer."

"And you, Ms. Whore. I hope that you understand that you only brought this on yourself. You could have had it easy. You could have just taken my deal. But no. You had to try and do it yourself. You little..."

Despite the berating tone, there was still some hint of want, even admiration in Greene's tone. Tatyana could not understand it, no matter how hard she tried, and soon, the green hologram completely disappeared. As soon as she was gone, the bonds disappeared with them, and she was allowed to sit up once more. Mr. Silver shook his head.

"I have never seen her act like that before."

"I assume she was more often like she was at the end of that," Tatyana said, rubbing her wrists.

"Something like. But even then...Whatever you've done, young woman, you've stirred one hell of a hornet's nest."

That was clear to her, as well. She reached down, rubbing the soreness from her ankles. Despite the rubber coating that the restraints had had, there was still some stiffness and ache from thrashing about in them. Unavoidable, even with the softest of restraints, if someone decided to toss and turn while being held down.

Even so, she couldn't ignore the wetness under her rump as she sat on the rubber bed, nor the feeling of embarrassment that came with being so...needy. She had seldom felt the hunger for sex like this, nor the urge to be filled to this degree. And to have it inspired by someone that she loathed as much as she did, even if she was intellectually fascinated by what the AI represented...

This would be so much easier if I could just focus...

Of course, there was a very easy way to have that focus, but she doubted that it would come to her right then. She was not about to start...doing things...when there was someone watching, even if that, too, sparked a little bit of extra need.

That reminded her. She looked up.

"The print-out?" she asked.

"You still want that?"

"I want everything that you learned. I don't want to admit what might be on them, but I want them, nonetheless."

"...Alright, Ms. Whore. I'll get you those. But don't think I've forgotten about the other thing I promised."

"..."

"That's right. The Overseer wants the best whore I can make. And far as I can tell, you're already the best whore here. That means I've technically already fulfilled that job. All that's left to do is promote the best to her next position."

"A manager, you mean."

"Yep. That'll get you to Level 3, but getting past that'll mean doing it yourself. Level 4's the proprietor level, and that means you'll have to own something before you get that far. And having some John's cum in you won't count."

"..."

"...Sorry. That was some programming. But - oh, you liked that, huh?"

Tatyana refused to answer, shaking her head as she put down the mild surge of expectation between her legs. That print-out was going to be very, very enlightening, she was sure.

Before she could get off the bed, however, she was pushed back by some of the arms. She grunted from the impact, only to gasp as one of them grabbed hold of her ankle. Her tattooed foot was lifted up in the air, and two other needle-tipped arms rotated around so that they were pointed at her sole.

"Ah ah. To promote you, I have to edit your employee card, remember?" Mr. Silver said.

"...I don't have a card."

"No, but you do have a tattoo."

"You are joking with me..."

"Not even close, hun. But from everything I see, you're going to enjoy this. Hell, you might even cum."

She didn't want to admit how correct he was. As a matter of fact, she could already feel her juices flowing once more, and then -

Ting.

The first stab of the needle tensed her up, and she gasped as she felt it poke-poke-poking along the bottom of her foot, tracing a line that she still wasn't used to having down there. It followed up along the ball of her foot, then down to the arch, as if it was not just editing, but adding more information, more codes to scan. She hissed, clenching her hands tightly at the rubber bed, but it was only getting worse.

Pain to her sole.

Pain turned to odd pleasure.

Odd pleasure worked its way up her legs.

And by the time that it reached her pussy, she was all but gasping for breath as it was. She moaned, she thrust her hips, and then -

"NNNNGH!"

The new tattoo was half-done, the needles still dancing along her foot, when she went over the edge. She came and squirted, her juices shining on the rubber bed, and Mr. Silver clapped his hands as she did.

"Oh, well done, young woman. Well done..."

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By the time they were done, the 'sun' in Level 2 had gone down. The world was dark, and the screens flashed all around her on the various shops and buildings. They proclaimed that it was time for all good citizens to be in bed to avoid curfew violation charges, but Tatyana could barely bring herself to care. She was exhausted.

And sore. Very sore.

She stumbled along the sidewalk, every other step making her wince and shiver at the same time. The feeling of pleasure-pain was something that she was still very unused to, and she could hardly bring herself to focus on the possibility of being caught 'after dark.'

Even if it might get Greene to send you back to Level 0, since you're not in your specified place?

Tatyana winced, and kept walking.

She was halfway back to the center of the street when she realized that she not only didn't have a room, but didn't have any idea of where the gate to Level 3 actually was. She could feel the cameras following her, and imagined that the only reason that Greene hadn't already appeared was because the jackal had no reason to hurry things up. She gritted her teeth, only hoping that she was going in the right direction.

The apartment block in the exact center of Level 2 was locked. There was no getting in, even when she offered her foot for scanning. It was in lockdown until morning, probably as a means of exposing those that didn't follow the rules to shame, degradation, and who knew what else. She gritted her teeth, thumping her head against the sheet metal.

God...damn...it...

She slumped down against the door, sitting with her back to it and her bare rump on the cold concrete. She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as the little shakes rattled up and down her spine.

What can I do?

She could take the time to read through her print-out from Mr. Silver. She could attempt to find the gate, but that would risk being caught at every stage. Or -

Clank-clank.

Tatyana whipped her head up to see the cart passing by. It paused in front of her, scanning her body. One arm extended.

" Customer Detected. Would you care to make a purchase?"

"..."

" Customer Detected. Would you care to make a purchase? This unit sells food, shelter, and d-directions."

"...Yes." She had no idea how this little cart could sell shelter, but if nothing else, it was worth a try.

The End

Summary: Tatyana's ventures through the Cube get more extreme as she encounters a brothel, and is subsequently 'hired' by the man inside.

Tags: M/F, F/F, F/solo, Tatyana, Tigress, Bondage, Rubber, Foot Fetish, Mind Play, Orgasm, Cum, Squirt, Obsession, Jackal, Wolf, Robot, Technophilia, Series,