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Battle of the Hackers

When it came to the world of underground sports, the more dangerous ones always drew more fans and more attention, and nothing was more risky in the city of Compwer than the Hacker Duels. Two hackers entered the digital world, and only one left with their personality intact. Nobody who knew of them ever missed a bout.

Though technically authorized, the best Hacker Duels happened outside of the official arenas, where each hacker was encouraged to break as many rules and break through as many digital defenses as they could. Anyone that tried to respect the system ended up broken; when it came to the Hacker Duels, that respect was a huge handicap. Breaking through the defenses around the system was the only way to fight. Otherwise, one was completely defenseless against the onslaught one's opponent would unleash.

Today, two of the best hackers that Compwer had ever hosted would be duking it out in the digital arena, all over an apparent slight between them.

On one hand was Patrick, a young wolf that stood high in the rankings of hackers worldwide. The governments of several nations had contracted out to him to accomplish various duties for them, and he had never failed to deliver. Not only that, but he was a rather attractive figure to the ladies and some of the lads that took note of such things. The wolf stood a little over six feet tall, and had green eyes and a well trimmed coat. He kept himself in good shape too, something that was a little rare for the more successful dueling hackers. His greatest accomplishment had been a test of one of his employers, to break into the NSA archives. He had set a record in getting in and out without detection, managing it in less than five minutes.

The challenger, and the one that had apparently been insulted, was a relative newcomer on the digital scene. Her name was Tatyana, a tigress born to Russian parents and raised in Japan. Nobody really knew much about her, but just her appearance was enough to grab the audience for this. She stood just as tall as Patrick, though she was a little bit leaner. Her blue eyes twinkled with a sort of sparkle, and when she smiled, that sparkle tripled in strength, like looking up at the night sky when it was full of stars.

Both of them wore the typical jumpsuit required of the Hacker Battles, dark blue with the initials of the contestant printed over the front and back. A wristband computer was attached to each suit, something that would carry over into the computer world. Once entered, that would be their only way to do anything to their opponent. It contained the means to tap into the coding of the world, to tap into the rules of the world, and the means to allow them to interact and change it. If they were good enough, that was.

#

Tatyana chuckled to herself as she watched her opponent. The wolf was talking to some of his fans, probably promising autographs and copies of the battle for them to watch afterwards. He probably had no doubt of his victory, she thought to herself. The tigress shook her head, a toothy smile showing on her face. He had no idea what he was up against, that was for sure.

She turned to the pod that would take her into the digital world. It was little more than a long bed contained inside of a metal shell in appearance, but it was far more sophisticated than that. Little holes near the head would extend probes that would slide into pre-prepared connection slots in her head, and a similar attachment would be fitted to the wrist computer at her wrist. A gel foam would surround her, both keeping her safe from any thrashing her body might go through in the real world and transmitting various charges to make sure that her nerve endings didn't atrophy. After all, spending time in the digital world could be hell on the muscles in the real world.

"Hey, you ready?"

The tigress looked from the pod to her physician. Ivan was a friend of her family from Russia, and he had been the one that had gotten the slots on her body prepared for this match, as well as helping her train in other practice matches. He wasn't a very good hacker, but he had gotten her well grounded in the basics months back, and that had gotten her set down the path that led to the match today. He had a nervous look on his face, and though she didn't feel worried, she could understand why he was.

After all, Hacker Battles weren't just about showing who was the strongest in the digital world, or the best at hacking through computer systems. When in the digital world, one's mind was completely connected to the world it was in, and through that connection, the winning hacker could make changes to the loser. Some people had come out of the battle complete whores, and others as complete morons. Every single being that had lost a hacker battle had also lost a segment of their personality and themselves to their opponent, and with that loss, few of them had ever been good enough in the arena to be able to win it back. Ivan most likely worried that he would be losing her as a friend after this battle.

Though she didn't like anyone thinking that she was unskilled enough to lose, she could forgive the marsupial his worry. If she was completely honest with herself, she had a little bit of fear too. She was dueling the pride and joy of several national governments after all, as well as the darling of the Hacker Battle dueling circuit. All kidding and confidence aside, this was going to be the toughest match that she had ever entered into in her life.

"I'm ready, Ivan," she said with only a slight trace of her native accent. Most of it had been eliminated by her raising in Japan, and the rest of it had been broken away by a few programs that she'd downloaded into her mind. "And don't worry so much. I'm going to whip that wolf until he runs home with his tail between his legs."

"Maybe, maybe not." Ivan shook his head, his tail coming around and slipping into his hands. His hands twisted around it as he said, "I've seen him in the arena before. He likes to play with his opponents, likes to torture them before he moves in for the kill. He wants to slowly box them in and make them think that they have a chance before breaking them down. I don't want to see that happen to you."

Tatyana chuckled, shaking her head. "His stalling will be his downfall. You know how I work. In, bang, out. He's not going to have a chance to start playing with me."

"I really hope so, Tatyana. I really do." Ivan shook his head, pushing his tail out of his hands before stepping beside the pod. "Looks like they're about ready to start. Let's get you into the pod."

Blinking, the tigress turned to look at the wolf. He was already stepping into the pod, and the crowd gathered around the central podium the pods were bolted to had settled into their seats. The jumbo sized screen behind the pods would soon show the world they were in to allow the spectators to enjoy the show as well. "Well, maybe I am a little nervous about this after all," the tigress muttered, shaking her head as she leaned against the pod. She shouldn't have missed something so obvious as that.

Her pod welcomed her into it, the soft mattress inside cradling her legs and her rump as she sat down inside. She wiggled her legs until her bare feet pressed against the metal on the other side of the pod, getting the most room that she could for her head, before leaning back and laying her head on the pillow provided. Her tail draped over her belly and over her hands. She forced herself to relax, making her muscles unknot, and forced herself to be quite still rather than give into the urge to wiggle around to find a little more comfort. The more stressed she was before entering the digital world, the more disoriented she would be on arrival, and the longer she would need to get enough concentration to manage a proper hack.

Ivan patted the pillow a few times, fluffing it under her head. "Remember what I said. He likes to tease and taunt. He's going to try and mess with your head, and he's going to try to make you forget that this is digital." The possum reached up for the lid of the pod, and hesitated a moment. "You're going to be you when you come out again, right?"

She smiled. "Bet on it. Seriously." Sighing softly, Tatyana closed her eyes and let out a deep breath. The sound of her breath obscured the hissing of the pod as the lid sank down, the tinted class screen on top blocking out her view of the outside, and cutting off any light that might shine through her eyelids and distract her.

Now that she was alone, in the few seconds before the duel would start, the tigress let herself have a moment of worry. After holding it in, she needed to let it out, even for a bit. Her body tensed up again, and her mind raced, her sudden fear almost pushing her to press the surrender button on her wristband and get out of here with her mind, if not her dignity, intact.

Just as fast as the fear came up, her logic followed. By this point, it would only be a fool's move to try and get out of the battle. Patrick might be good, but he was overconfident. He'd never heard of her, so he would be expecting a novice, not a practiced hacker. She'd studied his moves, and Ivan was right about him trying to taunt others rather than simply moving in for the kill. Most everyone fell for it because they tried to use the same moves, or weren't good enough to combat his manipulation of the system. If she could force him into a direct confrontation early on, she could make sure that he didn't have a chance to put her in a neat little box.

Tatyana sighed as the connection tendrils slid out of their hole near her head. The cold metal slid into her ear canal, the thin cable twisting around her eardrum and then to the connection slot just behind it. A small shock jolted through her nervous system at the touch, and in the space of time it took to blink, her mind was yanked out of the physical world, her eyes shutting as she fell into the Hacker Arena.

#

Ivan shook his head as the jumbo screen surged to life, a countdown of sixty seconds placed on it as the arena was set up and the contestants pulled into along the input cords and into the world itself. "We shouldn't even be here," the possum muttered under his breath. "Why the hell did Tatyana have to take that guy so seriously?"

Everything had started from such a small thing. Tatyana hadn't even been interested in Hackers Duels before that little event, and had even called it something that only a bloodthirsty moron could enjoy, that or the more depraved hedonists of the world. He hadn't quite gone that far, but he had to admit that a good bit of him agreed with her statement. What kind of people could really enjoy watching others have their personalities erased, taken away, and their minds messed with to the degree that the Duels allowed? He enjoyed watching the technique that some of the duelists used, but that was as far as it went.

Then, one day, one of the duelists had basically reached out across the world and slapped the collective face of the majority of the population. He'd said that "No one that's not a hacker should ever touch electronics" and had gone on to say that everyone that didn't participate in the battles in the digital world wasn't worthy of the least bit of technology, and ended with a statement that basically called everyone not a hacker genius an idiot.

Most people had chalked up the statement and rant to overdoses of adrenaline from the fights and just some exaggerated personal feelings, but it had hit home for Tatyana for some reason. Though she wouldn't admit it, she was a prodigy in the field of technology, partially in the fields of computers, but more in the field of communications and observation. She had put together things to allow families separated by several planets a chance to talk to one another that didn't cost a fortune, as well as developing optical devices that allowed real time observation of people on other planets, something that most had considered impossible. When the hacker in question - which had turned out to be the same wolf now in the arena with her - had delivered that insult to the world, he had basically said that everything that Tatyana had developed was nothing more than idiocy, and that it was worthless.

The tigress hadn't taken that lying down. Ever since then, she couldn't learn enough about duels between hackers and had driven him almost to madness in finding her teachers and opponents to work with. That had been almost a year ago. Now, she was finally going against the person she'd been itching to fight the entire time.

He only hoped that she was ready for it. All he could do now was watch as the fight unfolded on the screen. The timer hit zero, and the world was unveiled.

#

Tatyana blinked as her mental download into the world completed, her hand instinctively dropping to her wrist and tapping out the basic analyze command. She'd receive more specific information on the world and its size in a few moments, but as she waited, she glanced around to see what she could see.

For a change, the world hadn't been based off a real world scene, like a meadow or a forest, or even a medieval fort. Instead, it was all computer style, with glowing circuit board walls and clear power cords to carry information and energy. Her entry room was small for something like this, barely thirty by thirty feet, so she assumed that the main part of the arena was elsewhere. Perhaps a maze too, considering what kind of world this was.

She looked down to check herself out. Her jumpsuit was more or less the same, though it did have blue lights streaming out from her initials on her chest. Other designs, most of them far too bright for her liking, spread out from the wrist console she wore. "Great, light me on fire and paint a target on my chest, why don't you?" Tatyana muttered under her breath.

Well, there was no time for being annoyed now. She had to find a place to start hacking into the worldcode, and if she didn't find it quick, Patrick would probably start making it harder for her to do. The participants of the duels didn't just have to defend against the things their opponent made in the world, after all; they also had to make sure that they didn't get locked out of the worldcode by the other person. If that happened, it was only a matter of time until the locked out duelist would lose.

Patrick wasn't in the same room, and the four walls seemed solid enough. The tigress looked up and down, confirming that the floor and the ceiling looked about the same. "Good enough. At least I'll see something before it can get me," she said. Just to be safe, she walked over to the wall furthest from her spawn point and crouched down on her knees, tucked into a corner as she looked down onto her wrist console.

The touch screen lit up at a tap from her fingertips, bringing up several options. She selected a connect option, and was asked if she wanted to go for the quiet link-up or the speedy one. The former would take longer to get online, but it was harder for the opponent to pick up and track, while the other would link into the worldcode interface inside of fifteen seconds but broadcast her location like a locater beacon.

If her opponent had been anyone else, she would have gone for the quiet link-up. However, this guy was a recognized champion. Her best chance lay in getting into the worldcode fast, breaking in, and locking him out. If he was the taunting sort, then he'd take his time with her. Possibly he'd already gotten into the code and was watching her, in which case the quiet link-up would be useless.

"Well, Patrick, if you're watching, take a listen. You're going down." Tatyana grinned ferally as she tapped a claw to the quicklink option.

Blinking and beeping, the wrist console set itself to the task of connecting. She looked around the room again, double checking to make sure that it wasn't altered. At first, it looked like it was still safe, but on a second look, the corner opposite her had changed color, shifting from the blue to a green. "He's faster than I thought," she said. Of course, the color change could be a natural cycle for the world, but it could mean that Patrick was already working on the worldcode and testing his changes, learning his way around the world. She was going to have to go faster than she liked to keep up.

Her wrist console beeped again, signaling that it had connected. Tatyana looked down at it, and noted that it had brought up a small map as well. A red dot marked Patrick's log-in location and moved as he did. He'd be seeing the same thing on his console. It prevented the game from becoming something like hide and seek after both players had logged in, and kept the duel interesting for those that watched it.

Of course, it also ensured that both contestants had to watch from attacks from any side. With their location always known by the other competitor, they couldn't relax their vigilance at any time.

Getting to her feet, the tigress flicked through the coding for the world until she came to the point that named her room and described it. A few little claw taps changed the description to add a door, and she slipped through it before deleting the detail.

Though the world was completely mutable, Tatyana looked up to double check what the terrain around her was like. It pulsed blue and green light, her color and Patrick's. The world was both larger and smaller than she thought it would be. Platforms and walkways dotted the place, leading to various floating islands of circuitboard blocks, though the vast majority of the world seemed to be taken up by empty space, probably to better allow modifications to be added in.

Edging towards the dropoff of the platform her spawn point occupied, the tigress almost felt sick. The drop just went on and on and on, forever. The blackness that filled every point of space not already occupied was impenetrable to her eyes, and there was no telling just how far one could fall down before they were declared a loser. A quick look up and around confirmed that there were no handrails or guardrails on any of the platforms or walkways; one misstep or surprised jump and the game could be over real fast.

She counted the platforms between her and the other side of the world - a good half mile away, from what she could tell. The platforms were arranged in a diamond pattern, with one platform near hers, which then led to two more, which then led to three, and then to four, before going back down in numbers. The central platform was a larger island, but not by much, maybe one and a half times the measurements of the others.

Despite the strange world, the tigress smiled, hurriedly walking onto one of the walkways and hustling across it. "That wolf is going down," she grunted to herself as she ran.

Of course, the first bridge was one of the most dangerous points. It was a bottleneck and one that she had to go through, and the easiest place to lay a trap on. Tatyana gambled on Patrick not being the sort to set a trap that would net him a victory right off the bat, and hoped that she was right to think that way.

It turned out that she was half right. The walkway had been trapped, but not with anything that would end the game immediately, not for any competent programmer, anyway.

As she reached the middle of the walkway, it began to spin. Not horizontally, or vertically, but in the way of a rolling beam. She dropped down to all fours and clung to the strange material as it turned, eventually flipping completely upside down. Rather than stay that way, it continued to roll. At least it was moving at a slower speed, so she didn't get completely dizzy while riding it.

"You're slow, Tatyana!" the wolf yelled. The tigress could see him from where she lay, and growled under her breath at the sight of the cocky canine. He was typing into his wrist console again, and she had little doubt that he was going to do something that would give her more problems.

So, she would just have to beat him to it. Making sure that her legs had a good grip on the walkway, she let go with her arms. It wasn't easy hanging onto the rotating walkway with just her legs, her body swaying from side to side underneath, but it was necessary. She brought her wrist console up to her face, and rapidly started typing. The beeping of the keys being pressed seemed louder than it should be, and she winced. "Faster faster faster," she muttered softly, hearing Patrick starting to type faster as well.

She hit the enter key...and let go of the walkway, falling into the blackness for a second. Only for a second, however, as the island ahead of her suddenly ejected a platform. It floated under her and caught her before she'd fallen further than ten feet. Hurt her shoulder a little bit from the impact, but nothing serious. A few other quick key taps had it flying around, bringing her up to visible level.

The tigress looked down at the wolf with a grin on her face. "Slow, Patrick?" she asked. She directed the platform to zoom at the wolf, and watched with more than a little satisfaction as the canine dived out of the way. His hand was working on typing out further commands for his console, but she didn't think he would be able to stop the platform too soon. She'd put up a few basic safeguards, and if he kept dodging around, it would make it difficult to tell the system what to do.

Still, it was better not to take chances if possible, and she needed to end this fight fast. With a quick glance to her console, she typed in a command. "Platform will seek to squash user Patrick at all times," she muttered as she typed it in.

She felt the platform lurch under her feet, zooming forward. It was moving fast enough that she almost felt like she was going to be ripped off of it from the sheer speed, but she managed to hang onto the platform. Of course, this meant that she had to lay down in order to reduce the drag, but it made sure that she wasn't going to be rolling or thrown off of the thing due to some sudden change in direction.

Tatyana watched the wolf squirm back and forth on the island, dodging the charges of the platform the way that a bullfighter dodged the charges of his quarry. This wouldn't be a final blow, but it did buy her some time. "Time to see if I can work some restrictions around that guy," the tigress muttered, looking at her console and trusting her platform to do a decent job.

#

Back in the real world, the audience was really enjoying the show, though Ivan was a little more worried than the others. "Don't let him get his feet under him," he muttered as he watched his friend fly over the island on her floating platform. Despite the humiliating way that Patrick had to run and dodge, he knew that this wasn't something that would bring the wolf down. The canine was a little too good for that, annoyingly enough.

The audience cheered as the tigress's platform grazed Patrick on the arm, drawing some blood. It was virtual blood, yes, but a look at the wolf's body in the pod showed a flinch. He definitely had felt that, even if it wasn't shown on the screen. People were running back and forth between the betting booths now, either wanting to place additional bets or to increase the ones that they had already placed.

Ivan didn't bother moving. The bet he'd placed - on Tatyana, of course - would be a good bet right now, and he didn't have more to place anyway. Even if he did, however, he doubted that he would be running over there. Things were favoring the tigress for the moment, but he knew that no hacker battle was over this quickly. There was going to be an upset before long; it just was a matter of time.

#

Tatyana growled as the platform stopped in midair, and leaped off as soon as she felt it stop. Not a moment too soon, either, as it was flung away from the island down into the blackness. "So you hacked the platform already," she muttered, looking at the panting wolf. Her finger was still busily typing on her wrist console, something that she thankfully didn't have to keep track of visually.

"It's not that hard, and you didn't make it that safe, anyway," Patrick said with a snort. It didn't really sound so impressive when he had his computer hand pressed against his chest and was wheezing. He was typing away too, the beeps between their computers quite loud. "Gotta say, you're better than I thought, though."

"You're going to see a lot more," Tatyana said with a shake of her head.

"So are you." The wolf grinned and looked at the ground. "Command 5342, run," he stated.

To her surprise, the surface of the island suddenly erupted into various tiles, none of them any larger in diameter than her pinky finger, but most of them looked really sharp. They swarmed like a hive of bees behind the wolf, the individual tiles moving around in quick slices through the air. To her, it was a miracle that none of them collided with any of the others.

The wolf typed a few more keys, and the tiles surged forward over his shoulders. He was using them as projectiles!

Tatyana ducked under the first burst, but knew that there was many more. Her fingers flew over her console. "Island A surrounds user Tatyana with dice walls," she muttered. The command was a little more specific and descriptive than that, but it worked. As the next wave of tiles flew at her, four walls slid up around her, and a fifth covered her head. It was a mini room.

Though the walls were of the same material as the tiles coming at them, it seemed that Patrick had done something else to the tiles, because they were able to punch a small distance into the walls. Nothing more than an inch, but the edge of each tile quivered with unspent motion. They were still trying to get at her, despite being stuck.

Her eyes flicked over the walls of her little protective barrier. They seemed strong enough for the moment, but some parts were cracked, mostly where the largest concentrations of tiles had stuck. "Not good," Tatyana muttered to herself. She looked at the wrist console and ordered a readout of the integrity of her little safehouse.

The results weren't good. The wall facing Patrick and the one behind her were at 60% strength, and the other side ones were at 80%. The roof was the only one at full strength, and that was probably because she had taken the material for that from deeper in the island. The surface had been weakened too much by Patrick's impromptu use of its surface for projectiles, and she'd had to dig deeper for something that still had some integrity to its structure.

That gave her an idea. Grinning, she started typing on her console again.

Before she had gotten even a quarter of the way through the new commands, she heard Patrick say something else outside of the cubicle. It sounded like he was activating another command, but she didn't have the time to listen to him right now. She needed to get this done now, or she was going to be impaled by -

Tatyana almost jumped out of her skin as she felt something brush her from behind. It wasn't one of the tiles, she knew, or she'd be injured, but what was it? She turned around rapidly to see what it was. In the glow of her console, it was difficult to see, but she could just vaguely make out something that slithered along the walls of her safe house. Had Patrick managed to conjure up some sort of snakes or something? That seemed impossible, but she was going against a champion here.

She edged away from the serpentine shadow, only to feel something else brush against her side. She turned again and saw another. Her eyes picked up at least seven of them in the safe house with her, and she gulped. "Gotta get out of here!" the tigress whispered, her fingers rushing back to the console at her wrist. "Not good, not good, not good."

As she got back to typing out her commands, the shadows struck. Two of them grabbed her by the ankles, wrapping around them and lifting her off of the ground, while the rest wrapped around her waist and yanked her arms over her head. She could still just barely reach her wrist console, but it was hard to tell just what she was typing. She had to rely on practice and hope that she was typing out something recognizable.

"I think this is the end, Tatyana." Patrick was talking to her from outside the box, and she growled at him from inside. She doubted he could hear her, and that was confirmed as he kept talking. "You thought that you could just hide from me? I set up all sorts of traps for my opponents. Dodge one of them, and I just turn another one on. You use the world to protect yourself, and I make sure that the world fights against you. You can't win against me, pussy cat. You can't win against the champ."

Inside the box, the shadows were slowly starting to get a little more illuminated, and rather than feel scared, Tatyana started to glare. Her face heated in embarrassment and anger as she realized that they weren't snakes, but metallic tentacles, like something out of a sci-fi porn flick. That guess was confirmed as the ones wrapped around her legs started to coil up them, rubbing and squeezing her thighs as they made their way to the juncture between her legs. Oh, they weren't! Patrick wouldn't do that here, where people could see, would he?

#

With everything going on in the computer world, Ivan would have felt happier to have never heard of this kind of fighting and betting. He had hoped that his friend would be fighting, get in, get out, and they could go home. Now, he had to listen to all the jeers from everyone around him as they watched Tatyana get fucked by virtual tentacles. And worst of all, he couldn't avoid hearing the sound effects of what was happening, even if he looked away from the big screen view of the action.

Every time that the tentacles moved, they left some sort of goo inside of the tigress, and Ivan could hear the wet thrusts as they made they way past her clothes and into her vagina. It was humiliating to see his student on the screen like that, but he couldn't get away from it.

"Man, look at that hottie! Ha! She's getting what she deserved, challenging Patrick," one particular fan said.

Hearing someone say that forced Ivan to get to his feet. He walked around some of the other more rapt members of the audience until he was standing in front of the speaker. "Do you want to repeat what you just said?" he asked, his anger at Tatyana's humiliation making his accent a little stronger than before.

The fox laughed and pointed to the screen again. "That slut shouldn't have challenged Patrick, you know? She's not anywhere near as good as he is, and now she's paying the price. Man, I couldn't ask for a better show," he said with a shake of his head.

It took all of Ivan's willpower to not pull back his fist and slug the fox where he stood. That sort of disrespect just wasn't right, no matter whether someone knew the victim of something like this or not. When you saw a lady in distress, being taken up her holes by some sort of metallic monster, you weren't supposed to just sit back and laugh, you were supposed to help. It was just the basic form of common decency, he thought. The only reason he didn't commence teaching the fox a lesson was because it would get him thrown out.

Suddenly, even as a second tentacle began to invade her vagina, the box filled with light. The camera view zoomed out and showed the island itself starting to crack right down the middle, crumbling from the center outwards. The screen on Patrick's side showed that the wolf was completely caught off guard, and he only barely managed to reform the swarm he had into a vague platform for himself before the rest of the island sunk down out of sight.

The crowd gasped in surprise, but Ivan only grinned. "I don't think you should count the lady out just yet," he said with a deadpan tone.

However, he wasn't quite sure where she was, and neither was the camera in the game, apparently. Her box was still there, but it hadn't moved at all, simply remained where it was in empty space. "Where are you, girl," Ivan muttered to himself.

#

The lady in question was panting in relief inside of the safehouse on the other side of the arena, the one that Patrick had probably started in. "That...was too close," she muttered under her breath. Next time, she didn't think that she would be able to get out of that so easily.

She took stock of herself and her situation. At the moment, her pants were completely shredded, with nothing left to cover her or give her any appearance of modesty. Not that it mattered at this point, but she would have liked the chance to not look like a whore in front of the audience watching out there. Something else to make Patrick pay for, she thought to herself, and shook her head.

At least she had managed a good hack while he thought she was helpless in the grip of those tentacles, she thought to herself. She looked at the console and smiled. Patrick was frantically working on examining the world code, looking for her signature on it. Well, he wasn't going to find it. She'd managed to get herself more or less invisible, logging into the code from place after place, similar to how people in the real world used proxy servers to block figuring out just where they were coming from. It was a little different here, but the end result was the same: total invisibility from those trying to find her in a digital way.

"You want to play, Patrick? Let's see how you can play now," she said.

It only took her a few minutes to get what she wanted done. Without having to deal with the threat of Patrick coming at her from some unforeseen direction, she could hack freely, and hack she did. The islands were de-trapped, and she quickly started weaving various traps around Patrick. Not his position, he'd expect that, but around his access points. She put traps around his console, setting them to go off when he tried to access the code in certain ways, and would only fail to trigger if she told him to do something.

Those were more than a little difficult to program, and several times she was forced to pull back and stop one of them from triggering prematurely as the wolf floated around the islands, looking for her. She ducked down in the corner of her building, tugging some of the wall around her to make sure that she was still hidden, and got back to her coding.

Only when she was completely ready did she actually step out into the open.

Tatyana grinned at the wolf as he jumped in surprise at her sudden appearance. His eyes flicked down below her waist, and she barely suppressed a glare at him for that. However, it was impossible to block the blush from knowing that everyone in the real world watching would be seeing her bare groin, and she shook her head to keep that though from dominating her thoughts. "Thought you had me, didn't you?" she asked. "You want to try and get me again? See if you are any good at trapping an 'amateur'?"

She hadn't even finished talking before the wolf was tapping on the keys of his console, and she grinned to herself. "Oh, this is going to be good," the tigress said.

No sooner has the wolf hit the enter key than the trap she'd set in place activate. The tiles he traveled on collapsed beneath him and dropped him to the island. However, Patrick didn't have the chance to get to his feet before his former ride changed, shifting into a different form, a form of chains that grabbed him by the arms and legs, holding him down spread eagle on the ground. She was going to take no chances; if she could type out commands on her pad without seeing what her fingers were doing, maybe Patrick could do the same. Maybe not, but she wasn't going to risk it.

Approaching him as the wolf struggled futilely against the chains, Tatyana couldn't help gloating a little bit. "Non hackers shouldn't touch electronics, you said," she muttered. "Only hackers have some signs of intelligence, and everyone else is an idiot, you said. You still think that hackers are the only ones that should be allowed to touch technology? You still think that, when you've been beaten by an inventor?"

As she stopped beside him, she realized that she didn't really care to hear his answer. Growling, Tatyana took one more step and pressed her booted foot down on the wolf's face. He couldn't open his mouth, and she pressed down on his muzzle until he whimpered in a little bit of pain. The feeling of power over him, the revenge that she was getting, was absolutely intoxicating.

Still, she didn't forget that this duel wasn't quite over yet. She looked over at his wrist and bent down. Her fingers touched a few buttons on the underside of the wrist, and with a small beep, the console slipped off of the wolf's wrist. It disappeared a second later, the system admitting that the wolf had been beaten and that the duel was basically over. All that was left now was for her to choose just what sort of forfeit the wolf was going to endure, and what he would do for the next twenty four hours for her. Those were the stakes of these battles after all, and she didn't think that she could get away with doing nothing.

At first, she just wanted to do the minimum and get them both out of here. This kind of humiliation was probably the best punishment that the wolf could get, after all, considering the reputation he had. However, a look down at Patrick and seeing that he was staring at her genitals - and had a hard on from it, more to the point - yanked a growl from her throat. "You pervert!" she shouted, barely resisting the urge to kick his face in with the boot that pressed against his muzzle. Pulling back, she used her console to restore her clothes, pulling some of the tiles off of the ground and using them to repair her outfit. It wasn't very fashionable, but it was serviceable.

"Well, at least that gives me a little bit of modesty," the tigress muttered to herself. It wasn't a lot, and it left a good bit of her legs exposed, but at least her genitals were now off limits to the other viewers in the real world, and more importantly, to the wolf that she had chained down. Speaking of, she looked back at him. "You know, my friend warned me about you. He said that you would mess with my head, taunt and tease me before trying to crush me. I didn't expect the tentacles, though. Wasn't that just a little bit far?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Patrick chuckled a bit, though there was a little bit of nervousness to his voice. "Those tentacles were the best part of the battle, and I do that sort of thing all the time if the person's incompetent...not that you were, but-"

"Shut up." Tatyana shook her head and looked back at the floating box where she'd been stuck. She'd been left in there, humiliated, and stripped by those tentacles in order for the audience and Patrick to enjoy themselves. "That you did that to me was bad enough...that you did it to others...men or women...or both...is just not right." She growled. "If you're going to be that much of a pervert, maybe I should make you a useful pervert...maybe I should just make you into something that will actually be good for others."

The wolf was starting to look pretty nervous, and she couldn't help but be happy that he was. She reached for her console, but didn't look at it as she began to work in the programming. "I'm going to make damn sure that you are not going to get out of this. I've heard of some brilliant programmers getting out of the changes, but from what I've seen, you're not quite good enough for that. Not for what I'm going to be doing to you."

#

Ivan stared at the screen as Patrick hit the ground. Someone in the crowd leaped up and cheered, loudly. It took him a moment to realize that the person cheering was him, but even as he realized how much noise he was making, and how much in the minority he was, he couldn't stop. The sight of his friend actually pulling that much of a win was just too good to see.

However, most of the audience didn't see things quite the same way, and most of those that were thinking that way were males. They growled and muttered among themselves about the tigress, accusing her of cheating since she had managed to beat Patrick in a hacker battle. Ivan wasn't surprised; a lot of the people here probably really enjoyed the near porn shows that the wolf put together during his matches, considering what he could come up with and make real in the virtual world. Seeing a woman beat the person that provided a good bit of their masturbatory fantasies probably didn't sit too well with them.

It wasn't until a bull spoke up, however, that Ivan realized the problem behind a lot of the complainers. "She's a woman," the bull groaned in complaint. "No woman can beat a man in a fight. That's just not possible. She had to have cheated."

So it was that old argument again, hmm? It was amazing just how fast people forgot about all the good women fighters in the twentieth century, and how quickly they forgot about some of the female champions of this particular sport. True, those champions were from other countries rather than from more local areas, but they were no worse than the males that these guys seemed to love.

Suddenly, everyone turned to the big screen again, riveted as they watched a tentacle come out of the ground near Patrick's head. It was a different kind than the ones molesting Tatyana earlier, and everyone recognized this one. It was bright gold, and it was almost wire thin. It pressed into the wolf's head on screen, sliding through the ear canal. One could easily tell when it connected to the brain due to the sudden color change of the wolf's eyes, going from the normal yellow-gold to a bright green. The iris, the pupil, and the white of the eyes all disappeared, replaced with the glowing green light.

A portion of the big screen lit up with the readout of Tatyana's console so that the programmers in the audience would be able to see just what she was going to do as she did it. Of course, not many of those in the room were there because they knew about that subject; they were just there for the fight and the results of the change after, since that was usually something for them to fantasize about later, considering how the winners usually acted.

Despite the fact that Tatyana had won, Ivan felt a little nervous. Yes, she had managed to subdue the champion of this particular sport in this region, but she still had to deal with everyone out in the real world once word got out about what she had done. He just hoped that she wasn't doing anything too extreme to the wolf, something that would be noticed in the real world. Considering how angry she was, however, and what she had already said to Patrick, he somewhat doubted it.

#

The longer that the coding of the wolf went on, the more that the tigress grinned. It wasn't usually in her nature to be this vindictive about something, but to have her work and field insulted, and then find out that this guy used these duels for his own personal jollies - and probably to get off to later, she thought with a growl - was enough to push her to demand revenge, and a lot of it. Hopefully, what she was putting into the wolf's head would stick around for the rest of his life, and maybe he would learn a little bit from his mistakes.

What she was doing was a little bit complicated, considering what the wolf already was. She was taking his personality and molding it into an entirely different direction. She let him keep the perverted part of his mind, but she was changing the direction that it focused. She didn't want him to have to dominate women or humiliate them for him to have his fun. Her way was better, she thought. Hopefully, it would be enough to keep this wolf from making any other woman feel completely humiliated in life.

A few clicks later, the program was finished. She double checked the various commands and parts of the program, making sure that it was without bugs, before nodding to herself. "That should do it." She looked down at the wolf, and grinned. For once, she actually looked the predator that her species was. "Well, Mr. Patrick, let's see what you behave once this gets uploaded. Execute," she said, the last word directed towards her little console. It beeped once.

Almost immediately the green glow from Patrick's eyes was mixed with rapidly flickering characters, disappearing as soon as they appeared. The program was quickly sinking into the wolf's mind, filtering into his behavior center and into his own memory. The whole life of the wolf and his usual personality was being overwritten. "I hope you're watching, everyone," she said, turning her head to look up at the black sky of the world arena. "This is what anyone that acts like this deserves, and he's going to learn that for the next twenty four hours," she said, her voice quiet but quite angry.

The program upload only took about a minute, and the tendril in the wolf's ear soon withdrew back into the surface of the island. The green glow faded as Patrick blinked his eyes, looking from side to side before his eyes locked on hers again.

Rather than the anger and annoyance from being beaten that had filled his eyes before, there was only a great deal of worship in his eyes. "Mistress..." he whispered. "What is your desire?"

Tatyana imagined all the men that were watching in the audience, and wondered how many of them were turned on and how many of them were utterly furious about what she had done to their champion. Chuckling to herself, the tigress leaned down and slowly undid the chains that held the wolf down. "Kneel before me, Patrick," she said.

Without a word, the wolf quickly got to his knees in front of the tigress. It wasn't enough for her, and she checked her console. It wasn't hard to find the code that the wolf had used to make his tentacle trap, and she copied it into the island.

It was interestesting, watching the metal tentacles slide out of the ground. They surrounded the wolf from behind, wrapping around his legs and shifting him around in position. Others wrapped around his arms and his waist, one even wrapping around his neck. She wasn't quite sure that she wanted that, but unless it started choking him, she would go along with it.

The tentacles moved the wolf around until he was reclining in midair, his body laid out horizontally. Some of the tentacles slid into his clothes and started to tug against the cloth, pulling and ripping until the glowing bodysuit finally ripped apart. Completely naked, the wolf showed a little bit of pink coming out of his sheath, just enough to show that he was turned on at least a little bit by everything happening to him.

Tatyana watched as he twisted and pulled a little bit at the tentacles, but she knew from experience that they were just a little too strong to be able to pull away from. She chuckled as he settled down, his face covered in a confused but worshipful expression, totally trusting in her and waiting for her to tell him what to do. "You love being told what to do, don't you?" she asked, and got a nod in return. "You want to be there, you want me to tell you how you're supposed to take care of that thing, don't you?" She gestured to his member, and blushed a bit as it got a little harder before her eyes at just her words.

The thought of taking advantage of the wolf was tempting. She wanted to do something with him, to put him further in his place, and to see just how obedient he would be now. On the other hand, everything she did would be quite visible on screen, and she wasn't sure that she dared to expose herself that much again to the total strangers in real life.

Decisions, decisions...

#

Every member of the audience was spellbound by the show they were getting. By now, the programmers in the audience had explained just what Tatyana had done, and nobody really knew just how they should react to that. Some of the women in the audience were definitely turned on, though they were hiding that fact carefully. Not so well that some of the males couldn't smell it, but enough so that they wouldn't be turned out of the building because they had unpopular opinions.

Ivan was admittedly rather confused himself. This was quite a bit of revenge, even for how angry Tatyana had been earlier, and he wasn't sure whether to blush or to follow the example of a few more brazen males, pulling their pants down and starting to jerk off to the sight on screen. Despite himself, he really hoped that Tatyana would continue, take this further. He wanted to see her naked again, even if it was a little bit rude to think that, and he wanted to see her have her fun with the wolf. Maybe it was wrong, maybe it was some sort of rape, since the wolf couldn't consent or choose to disagree, but it was still amazingly hot. He shivered as he watched the tentacles holding Patrick up start to coil up his thighs, rubbing against the base of his sheath before long. "She is really pushing this," Ivan said with a shake of his head.

Finally, it seemed that Tatyana had made a decision. Rather than strip down all the way, however, she just removed the extra tiles that covered up her groin. The tentacles brought the wolf forward and pushed his nose against her bare sex. Ivan stared with wide eyes as she told Patrick to start eating her out, and gasped as the wolf actually started to do it.

#

The tigress leaned her head back as she felt the canine's tongue slide over her nether lips, and she moaned softly as the tip slid inside just a little bit. Even if this was being displayed to the real world, this sort of pleasure was worth it. She just hoped that she didn't wake up with her panties completely soaked from the experience.

Her hand pressed against the back of the wolf's head, pushing it yet harder against her pussy. The metal tentacles worked wonders in holding him in place, so he not only couldn't wiggle away, but couldn't do anything to pleasure himself. All he could do was focus on pleasuring her. "That's it...lick it good and hard," she muttered softly. She loved giving him orders, and she really loved it when he followed them instantly. His tongue immediately started pressing more firmly against her nether lips, leaking up the juices she was starting to leak.

It wasn't long before her hips started to slowly hump against the air and the wolf's tongue, and her moans were quickly starting to get louder and louder. "Mmmm, that's it...stick it in me...slide it in as deep as you can," she whispered, and gasped as the wolf's tongue stopped licking and slid into her pussy. It pressed in and in, thrusting forward for an inch or two before pulling back, only to push forward a little further the next time. By the time that it was extended fully, she was gasping for air and bucking her hips hard against his tongue.

But she couldn't let herself lose control, couldn't do that; it would be completely counter productive. With a great deal of willpower, she pushed the wolf back from her groin. Immediately she felt her pussy juice start to slide down her thighs, and she blushed a little bit, knowing this was on camera for those watching. Rather than hide it and embarrass herself further, she spread her legs wider. As her sex was put on display, so were the juices of her arousal, and she reached down and rubbed herself, getting the shimmering stuff all over her fingers. She grinned, and reached out for the wolf. The tentacles brought him closer, and she rubbed her juices along the hardening erection the wolf was sporting.

The light touch was more than enough to push it the rest of the way to full erection, and Tatyana giggled at the sight. The wolf's shaft throbbed and bounced with his heartbeat, twitching softly before her eyes. "Yes, you've got a nice shaft, don't you? But it's something that you'll never be using for your own pleasure again, isn't it?" She looked from the wolf's shaft to his eyes, grinning softly. "That's something else in you now. You can't climax...not unless your partner tells you to. This thing is a toy for any person that wants to use it, a living dildo. But you like that, don't you? You like having no control over your member, letting your partners use it for their fun without you having any yourself."

She grinned at the wolf's blush, and gave the shaft a few little strokes. It was fun to feel it shivering under her hand, so very hard, so very needy, but unable to release in any way without her permission. She wondered if it would carry over into real life. She hoped it did; this was so fun.

Grinning to herself, Tatyana slowly released the wolf's cock and stood a few paces in front of him. Her fingers danced on her console again, directing the tentacles. Even as she typed in the commands, some of them broke off from the restraint position they'd kept and slid down towards the wolf's backside. They pressed against his rump cheeks before parting them, the tips leaking some form of lubrication before pressing upwards and inwards. The wolf was so zonked out by the mental control she exerted that he didn't even make a peep as he was filled, and remained completely still. "Good boy," she said with a smile on her face, her hands dropping to her side again. Well, one dropped to her side; the other was still busy between her legs, rubbing her sex to the show that she was getting.

Though they were at least an inch thick each, the tentacles spread the wolf's hole open quickly and easily. It didn't take long before the two inside him were thrusting back and forth with the frenzy of several males in rut, and the effect wasn't lost on the recipient. Patrick threw back his head with a moan as he was filled from behind, his shaft throbbing against his belly from the stimulation. More than a little bit of pre slipped from the tip, but he showed no signs of reaching his climax anytime soon.

"Yes, that's it, Patrick," Tatyana said with a chuckle. She leaned in closer, placing her pussy just a little bit away from the wolf's nose, just close enough for him to be able to smell her but be unable to taste her. "You smell it, don't you, Patrick?" She rubbed her clitoris quickly for a moment, enough to draw a moan from her lips and a little more wetness from her slit. "You can smell my pussy, can't you? You want to have it, you want to lick it....but you can't. You can't do anything to this, to me, without my permission. Do you understand?"

He nodded at her, and she rewarded him with a little bit of her juices on his lips. As he frantically licked it up, she continued. "You have to worship my pussy...you have to worship me..." she whispered. "There is nobody that isn't a higher form of life than you...everybody deserves the pleasure that you can bring them...and you have to earn your pleasures...you can no longer give yourself pleasure. You can't feel good by being the one in charge. You have to be the one below your partner. You have to submit to anyone that wants it...you have to worship another...bring them to ecstasy...before they will grant you even the least bit of release. Do you understand that?"

Once more he nodded and she smiled. "Good boy. Now, I'm going to sit on your face. You are going to lick at my anus, and you are going to make sure that I enjoy every bit of your attentions. If you don't do a good job, then you're going to be locked up with these tentacles, and you'll have to wait in their embrace until I feel like you're ready to try again. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mistress," Patrick said.

"Very good." Tatyana grinned as she turned around, presenting her rump to the wolf. The tentacles carried him close, never ceasing in their assault on his rump as he was placed in the ideal position. She waited for a moment, letting herself enjoy the feel of his hot breath blowing over her anus, before pushing herself back against his face. His cold nose was the first thing to touch her, chill and surprising, but he moved quickly to place his tongue against her pucker.

Once more, he showed the enthusiasm that she was hoping for, his warm tongue licking around her rim and against it. Saliva started to roll down her butt cheeks, sliding down until it dripped from her to the ground below, or onto the wolf's face, if he pushed himself too close. Tatyana moaned as his tongue moved faster and faster against her pucker, sometimes sliding just a little bit inside before pulling back. It was remarkable just how well he was doing; obedience definitely was something good to have in bed, and the tigress had to admit that the control she wielded over the canine was a definite plus.

She pushed herself harder against him, her fingers dancing over her sex for a moment longer before she slid one of them inside of her. "Oh, yes, that's it...mmmm, harder!" Tatyana moaned. Who cared if someone was watching this on the screen out in real life? This felt too good to pass up! She pressed her rump back towards the wolf with a grin on her face, pushing harder on his muzzle and tongue to make sure that he got the point.

He did. Oh, did he ever. It only took her another moment before his tongue stimulation pushed her over the edge to her climax, her juices squirting out and hitting the ground in front of her.

Tatyana panted softly at the orgasm as she pushed herself away from the wolf, looking down at him. "Oh, man, you're going to be fun," she said with a little grin. She chuckled a little bit to herself and started entering some more commands onto the wrist console. "Hehe...I thought I would die of boredom, having to deal with you for twenty four hours. Now, I think that's not nearly enough time."

#

The audience normally dispersed from the room about an hour after the end of the battle. Today, the crowd had stuck around for almost the full twenty four hours, with the only people leaving because they were either expected back somewhere by someone important or because they could no longer actually stay awake. However, that was a pretty small percentage of the group, only about five percent in all. Everyone else stared at the screen as scene after scene unfolded, like something out of a porn film rather than a winner treating the loser to some humiliation.

Even Ivan was shocked. He stared as he watched the tigress humiliate the wolf again and again. They went from simple rimming to the most elaborate bondage scenes, from chastity to orgasm torture, and everything in between. However, not once did Tatyana let the wolf penetrate any of her bodily orifices, and she never let the wolf shoot his load onto any part of her body. The most that she did was direct his stream so that it landed at her feet, in some sort of tribute.

Those that remained had given up complaining about Tatyana winning, and most of them had started indulging the desires that the show inflamed in them. Some were discrete enough to move to some back room or some dark corner before indulging their lusts, but others were uncaring about those around them, and just dropped their pants and underwear before pleasuring themselves.

By the time that the pods started to open, the room stank of male and female sexual musk, and Ivan was happy that the whole scene was over. Plugging his nose, he hurried over to the tigress's pod, reaching in and helping her out of the gel foam that had kept her from bouncing around. He could smell that her body had reacted to her excitement in the virtual world pretty much the way he had expected, but he didn't comment on it. "Congratulations on winning, Tatyana," he said quietly, helping her by supporting her weight as they walked down from the stage.

The two of them turned and looked at Patrick as he got out of the pod. Rather than being led away, some of the wolf's helpers were taking advantage of Patrick's new programming. They had him on all fours, taking it from both ends from the pent up technicians.

Ivan shook his head at the sight. As much as he disliked the whole proceedings, he did admit that the wolf had been asking for it. He doubted that many ladies that had gone against him had ended up any better, so karma had repaid Patrick for the way he had acted.

"I'm glad that you came out of that with your mind in one piece, Tatyana," Ivan said with a small sigh of relief. "I'm glad you kept your promise."

"So am I, Ivan." She smiled softly, and her arm around his shoulders tugged him a little closer, just enough so that she could place a little kiss on his cheek. "I think it loosened me up a little bit too. Why don't you come home tonight with me, just in case I need a little attention?" Her wink left nothing to the imagination, and Ivan couldn't help blushing.

Nevertheless, he nodded in return. "Okay," he said, as the two of them walked out of the underground room and started to head for home.