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There were encryptions in her memory banks for most things relating to them, even their name. If ever caught, the kobold could not willingly or unwillingly give away that information. Getting caught meant being abandoned, and while Tobi felt no personal loyalty to her owner she knew to be loyal. She was loyal. Besides, whoever would capture her would do worse. Kobolds had no right in the city. It made her existence perfect. \n\n\nLooking up at the hooks and straps hanging from the back of the truck, a small part of her hoped the other kobolds brought to the party would come out ok. She thought some of them were her fellow assassins, mixed in with the party to give cover. Now she wondered if she were the only one, and the rest were just a distraction. Or, worse, that her killer siblings were so easily abandoned because of a priority change. \n\n\nShe glared at the unconscious Rupert. He was still naked, somehow keeping his erection despite the drugs. There was no need to restrain him, the tranquilizer would keep him sedated for a day unless a counteractive stimulant was injected. So she kept looking, thinking about her luck in being the assassin not abandoned. All because her owner wanted him alive so suddenly. \n\n\nA warning flared over her vision. Tobi pulled her hands up, tearing a chunk of the floor between her claws by accident. Her vision cleared a moment later but she held her guard up and mentally triggered an internal scan of her systems. Nothing out of the ordinary. A glitch. The kobold sighed and loosened her stance. There were too many thoughts in her head. Were it not for the security of her target, she’d strap herself to one of the holding hooks above. Easier to lose herself in bondage. It was half the reason why she loved the tank so much.\n\n\nWhen gagged she no longer needed to speak, and her mind no longer needed to think. In bindings, she could dream. In bondage she was free.\n\n\nInstead, she watched the door for the entire ride. Waiting in case anything went wrong with her senses set to maximum. The smell of his cock wafted through the air. It was maddening at first, making her legs weak with the need. If protocols allowed it she’d toy with herself to fix it, but such actions were blacklisted. \n\n\nBy the time they reached the base, Tobi was haggard in breath. Lowering her senses to reasonable levels, she pulled Rupert from the trunk into the compound. The white walls were blank of any markings, requiring the use of AR to know each room. Drones zipped past them, some flying above her head with a clothesline of bound kobold assassins waiting to be unleashed, others going to and fro on miscellaneous orders. Their tread tracks or scuttling legs echoed throughout. \n\n\nNormally Tobi paid them no attention. They were no different from her in purpose despite their varying functions, each serving the master in their own way. Today she held her gaze on every drone that passed her by. It was for a second, the briefest of glances, but something drew her interest. As for what, the kobold wasn’t sure. She ran another diagnostic check and found nothing out of the ordinary. \n\n\nThe assigned room had the same sanitized white color across its walls and floors. In the middle was a flat metallic table with cufflinks. Tobi paused her approach, finding something familiar about the table but unable to place it. No, not just the table, but the table within this room. Literal databases of memory couldn’t find a matching experience but her gut feeling said otherwise. Despite all her enhancements and augmentations, Tobi was still flesh enough to warrant trusting such thoughts.\n\n\nAn order to strap Rupert to the chair crossed her vision. Tobi did so, following the further commands once finished. After each limb was securely locked she was to shove a thick ballgag into his mouth. \n\n\nHer last command was to inject the waking counterdrug into his bloodstream and wait at the wall for standby. She thought about why she wasn’t going back to her pod while stabbing her syringe into his neck. Surely her task was finished? What more did her master need of her? Such questions should not have come to fruition, but Tobi didn’t think about why that was. She simply stepped to the nearest wall and waited. \n\n\nRupert stirred quickly. He blinked twice and tried to stretch. Midway through his gagged yawn he noticed the bindings and his nudity. Only then did his erection finally drop. The wall Tobi positioned herself at stood behind him so he did not see her no matter how hard he flailed his head. Gagged grunts resounded across the room, furious she gathered by the look of his clenched fists. \n\n\nA mechanical door hissed open. Thousands of tiny metallic legs clicked into the room, carrying a large man sitting comfortably atop a throne of leather. Tobi instantly recognized her master without knowing his face, bowing her head upon his approach. He did not pay her any attention, directing it all to the bound man with a sadistic smile. \n\n\n“Rupert,” Her master said, “How wonderful it is for you to visit. You likely don’t know me, but your father does. A very disappointed father I might add.” \n\n\nRupert’s anger dropped. Her master continued, gleefully drinking in the growing fear his captive held. “Yes, he told me all about you. Says you’re off galavanting with your cock rather than learning to run the family business. Do you think that just because he controls a major news network you’re always in control of the narrative? Sure, he and his major rivals have an agreement not to target one another’s family, one of the few things to prevent obvious monopolies from corporate wars, but things leak, Rupert. Your escapades can be online for a single second and there will be thousands of downloads before it can be scrubbed.” \n\n\nHer master held out his palm to reveal a projector. It played a clip show of Rupert’s exploits, most commonly with kobolds like Tobi. Sex, drugs, sex and drugs, the occasional misuse of illegal firearms for parties. It seemed Rupert was a wildcard. The beaten bodies of kobolds writhing in masochistic agony did not give Tobi room for pity.\n\n\nRupert looked perturbed. Her master was delighted in it, closing the projector to pinch the man’s cheeks with the same hand. “Normally I’d say this isn’t personal, but some of the kobolds you ruined were mine. Assassins I sent for other targets that you just happened to hamper with your petulant activities. So when your father told me he wanted you gone, disappeared, not a trace left, I got to thinking. Why just kill you?” \n\n\nThe fingers of his hand extended, wrapping around Rupert’s skull. “Why just splatter your skull across the pavement then get a cleanup crew to think you were never there? Why should I cut out your guts and let you bleed out while fruitlessly trying to hold them all in?” His hold tightened enough for Rupert to scream into his gag. Tobi gathered her master wanted Rupert dead for a long time as he rattled off more rhetorical questions about killing him. Each more descriptive than the last. Finally, he stopped and said, “When I can just make better use of you.”\n\n\nThe blood-seeping cuts across Rupert’s face couldn’t hide his confusion. His eyes widened in fear. The master laughed as his captive tried to escape, yanking hard enough against his bindings he threatened to pull each limb out of its socket. “Come now, Rupert. Surely you must realize you can’t escape. Even if you slipped from your bondage, my tool is present. It already subdued you in coitus and dispatched your guards. Do you think someone without any combat training or augments can hope to deal with it? Or are you one of those ‘power of the human spirit’ types? They are quite delusional.”\n\n\nWith a snap of her master’s fingers, Rupert was set free for all but a second. In the freefall a glossy black material not dissimilar to latex coiled around his body. He hit the floor encompassed in the sack, struggling for freedom and air. A sharp finger from her master provided the former with two quick jabs to the nose. \n\n\n“T-0-B-1, take this waste of society to the pods so we can get some proper use. Dregs are meant to be remolded into something useful if not discarded.”\n\n\nTobi bowed her head. She didn’t know why Rupert was being taken to the pods, but the sensation was oddly familiar. As if she’d walked the same path with a struggling blob of latex hundreds of times. \n\n\n“Curious,” she thought. Or rather, she didn’t think. Something was off. But the kicking and gagged screaming from Rupert came first. \n\n\nThe pod room was the closest to what she’d consider her own. In it were kobolds like her, floating in special gel and liquids to keep them suspended in animation between missions. When passing each she wondered if they were dreaming. They shouldn’t, brain activity should have been too active for dreams despite their sensors for the outside world being off, leaving them in a perpetual awake coma. But she dreamed, so it stood to reason they would. \n\n\nShe tossed Rupert into an empty pod with both hands hefting him. He scrambled around it, trying to escape confinement as pistons hissed and shut the door. Tobi watched his struggle dispassionately, noting how he writhed in panic when stasis gel seeped from above. It was all so familiar but she couldn’t place it. The panic and fear, the confusion over what was happening and why it was happening. She didn’t need to see Rupert’s face to tell what he was feeling, she’d felt it all before.\n\n\nBut where still bugged her. And why now? She wondered while watching the prisoner’s struggles stall to a stop, finally falling into unconsciousness to begin the transformation.\n\n\n“Transformation?” Tobi thought. Except she didn’t think it, it wasn’t in her internal voice. \n\n\nShe twisted around to find the culprit, hands raised to fight and legs ready to spring forward. A soft laugh echoed in her mind. “Finally picked it up? Well, no worries. You can’t do much anyway.” \n\n\nTobi tried to speak but found her lips immobile. Her body followed suit, turning back to the tank outside of her violation to watch the slow transformation. “So this is what Conrad does to targets he deems of interest? I had assumed he turned them into a personal harem, but making them his kobold assassins? Well, I guess no one wins the betting pool.”\n\n\nLet’s see if you remember something similar, yes?” the voice said. Now Tobi felt something rattling into her brain, digging deep into the databanks against her will. Memories of somewhere else surged to the forefront. A boat in the middle of the sea. At first, she thought it to be another job, but she had no missions beyond the borders of the city, knowing that the world was a wasteland not worth venturing out for. So why the ship? And why did the hands that shielded her from bright lights look so large and mannish? \n\n\n“Interesting,” the voice said. Digging for more.\n\n\n“What’s happening?” Tobi asked. Her voice came as she expected it save for one thing, it sounded like she was somewhere else. In the audience watching a movie shown from a first-person perspective. \n\n\n“I’m digging through your memory banks. You’ve got a lot of them locked and, originally, I assumed they were all assassination targets. Did you know that you can’t delete digitized memories? I mean, the ability is there but the consequences are near impossible to predict. You could delete memories of someone’s morning routine on a regular day and they could suddenly forget how to breathe. The exact science for why is still being researched, but just know that once a memory is digitized it won’t be deleted. It can, however, be stored and locked behind passwords and firewalls, giving the illusion of deletion.”\n\n\nTobi didn’t know this. She never considered the concept of memories to be that important. But hearing it from this new voice gave her pause. Her memories were scarce. Any attempt to find a specific detail about past missions fell flat. She had vague ideas, concepts that turned into confident knowledge such as the bullet holes in prior missions. But the names of targets and their faces were static. Mosaic filters in her visual memory. \n\n\nThen there was the ship. This boat where someone, her from the perspective, was watching the sea until blaring lights blinded them. A voice spoke out in terror, “W-What’s that?” it shouted, too masculine to be hers. But it came from them. It was her voice. \n\n\n“What am I watching?” She asked the stranger’s voice. “W-Who are you?”\n\n\n“Well the file reads as ‘Abduction’ but no date. I’m not sure if that’s purposeful or just lazy. As for me, well, you can call me Sand.”\n\n\n“Sand?”\n\n\nThough they had no face to see Tobi could tell whoever spoke back was smiling when they did. “Because I get everywhere.” \n\n\nThe boat rocked. Tobi, the memory of Tobi, clutched the handrailing like a newborn babe to its mother. A loud unnatural and deep boom echoed from below the deck. He gazed over it, mind filled with images of ancient gargantuan sea monsters like the Kraken or Leviathan, or Jormungar. But instead of tentacles or an impossible wide toothy maw set to swallow the ship whole, bright lights beamed from beneath the waves. \n\n\nTobi felt the ship rock in her memory. The sea churned. People fell screaming from the deck to the ocean. A whirlpool swirled as if someone pulled the ocean’s stopper out from its drain. \n\n\nHer heart pounded. His heart pounded. They were one and the same. \n\n\n“No way…” Sand said, mesmerized, “The mad bastard actually did it.”\n\n\n“What?” She demanded, “What did he do?”\n\n\nDebased laughter echoed through her mind. “I was wondering why there was a sudden uptick in kobolds. You’re not from here. You’re not even from this world. You belong to a different dimension!” \n\n\nThe memory’s point-of-view crashed into water. Tobi tried swimming, their lungs ready to burst. The current pulled them into the light, deep down into another world of neon and chrome. There they gasped for air like a fish out of water, too preoccupied with their mortality to notice several masked individuals armed with shock batons until electricity ran through their veins, knocking them out cold. \n\n\nThen they woke up. Tobi clenched the armrests of the theater seat in her mind, watching the memory, their memory, of waking up against the cold steel table. The same Rupert was strapped too. Her mouth refused to scream as if stuffed with a thick gag. Or was the memory’s mouth stuffed? Unable to tell, the kobold watched in horror as her master Conrad came into view.\n\n\nShe both did and did not understand his words. It was as if he was speaking a foreign language she now understood. Her hands clenched, the feel of cold steel at her wrists and ankles became clear as day, as did the icy chill of an injection at the base of her spine. \n\n\n“So that’s how he did it,” Sand said, pondering over the screen. “Rupert didn’t have that, I wonder what changed?” \n\n\nTobi turned her head. Sand had taken the seat next to her. They appeared as a sculpture of their namesake, with grains constantly falling off and reforming as if they were resupplying themselves without pause. The sculpture was, in basic terms, cute. Feminine to androgynous facial features with hair bunned into a twin pair of pigtails. They lacked any secondary sexual characteristics, not even a pair of nipples to bring out their flat chest. \n\n\nThe amalgamation of sand smirked at her. “Let’s see how he’s doing, shall we?” With a wave of their hand, a new screen appeared, a live play of Tobi’s eyes watching the tube they put Rupert in. The latex bag inside the floating liquid had shrunk several feet, but life signs were still active despite it. \n\n\n“Barbaric…yet ingenious,” Sand stroked their hairless chin, “Conrad’s unlocked metamorphosis to mammals. I was wondering why he bought you back when your original owners considered you a failure, but it seems he found success in something.”\n\n\n“W-What do you mean?” Tobi forced herself to say.\n\n\nSand blinked in surprise. “Oh, you can talk in here? Guess you’ve got more security protocols than I thought. Do you promise to behave?” \n\n\nTobi nodded. \n\n\n“Excellent.” Sand flicked more screens, each streaming with different datasets. Names, numbers, dates, and failures. “Your original owners commissioned Conrad to create a dragon. He was part of a specialized group. My information says he doesn’t have the tech to pull you from another dimension, but that’s likely because someone else on the team did. He’s a bio-sculpture, and you were his guinea pig to become a dragon-human hybrid. Sadly, he made a kobold, so your owners dumped you and he purchased you, with added augmentation to make you work as an assassin. People pay a lot for discreet killers, and kobolds have an easy time getting into some places.”\n\n\n“But how does that relate to Rupert? To me?” \n\n\n“I’m piecing together a lot of information so cut me a little slack. If I had to guess, Conrad perfected his transformation process and wants to transform people into his personal kobolds. People who’ve wronged him annoyed him, or he desires.” More names popped up, some Tobi found familiar thanks to Sand’s hacking of her memories, others still unknown. Every one of them was missing. Following an arrow, each picture linked to a kobold in her master’s facility. \n\n\nShe saw her picture. In the depths of cyberspace, Tobi held needless breath at the form she used to have. The man she used to be. Whatever name they carried was scratched out, locked behind several walls of encryption that Sand stopped trying. She looked back to the real world, watching the latex bag around Rupert take the shape of a female kobold. \n\n\n“He’ll keep doing this,” Sand said, “I’m sure some kobolds will be used for assassins, but eventually Conrad will push them to other forms of labor. Heck, he has the funds needed to pay off any security firm from policing his kobold prostitutes. I’m willing to bet there’s a connected web of pimps already in the works if not active as is.”\n\n\n“W-Why are you showing me all of this?” Tobi asked.\n\n\nSand looked at her for a minute. “To be honest, you seeing all of this wasn’t planned at first. You were meant to be my ship, with your eyes as my windows to Conrad’s machinations. After all, I could just hide this memory in my encryptions so you believe this never happened. I might still, depending on your next answer.”\n\n\n“And what is the question?” \n\n\n“Do you want revenge?” \n\n\nTobi paused, first looking at the dripping grains of Sand’s avatar, then to the picture of who she used to be, then to Rupert’s new form. The kobold floating in the tank had glossy black skin like the bag, her cocoon becoming one with her. Instinctually she knew that when the new kobold would awake she’d feel a rush of arousal, eager to serve anyone so long as it quenched the thirst. Tobi knew this because she felt it now. It was always there, both a curse and a blessing. \n\n\n“I…I do…” Tobi said, “N-Not because he transformed me. I don’t remember enough of my old life to know what I’ve lost. But because he’ll keep doing it to others if he’s not stopped. So what can I do?” \n\n\n“Well, as counterintuitive as it is, I’ll need you to swear loyalty to me,” Sand said.\n\n\n“I’m to betray one master for another?” \n\n\n“If it helps, I offer sick days.” Sand chuckled at their joke. Tobi did not. “Kobolds have few rights in this world. The longest I’ve seen one go without an owner is a month. If you submit yourself to me, I can promise you more personal freedoms and a more direct way of getting revenge. But I need your consent.”\n\n\nWith everything Sand had done with it, Tobi found his words hard to believe. “No, you don’t,” she said, challenging them.\n\n\nThey smiled. “I’d prefer it. If you choose no, I’ll just put you to sleep and find another. If you choose yes, I need you to enter the pod behind you. There I’ll upload a program into your systems that will make you invisible to Conrad’s cameras. Including the ones in his eyes. In the end, it is your choice. You deserve that much.”\n\n\nThe pod opened behind her with a hydraulic hiss. Tobi stepped inside, jacked cords into the hidden ports at her neck, and went limp as suspension gel filled it. Instantly she was transported to a new mental space, one with polished black tiled floors and the smell of rubber. Though she didn’t need to blink in cyberspace, she did so reflexively to examine the space. It reminded her of a sex dungeon. \n\n\nA far cry from the dojo simulations she trained in.\n\n\nRubber sheets atop the bed squeaked behind her. Turning around Tobi found Sand present, though the grainy nature of their avatar had vanished. Their dark-tanned skin was accentuated by a white latex dominatrix outfit that exposed their flat chest. Matching long boots reached up to their thighs. Between their legs hung a cock that matched the size of a large soda-can when flaccid. Cyberspace was supposed to protect her from all physical reactions, but the sight of Sand’s dick made the kobold’s knees weak. \n\n\n“Like what you see?” Sand asked, flicking their blonde pigtails back. Tobi nodded, staring at the gyaru long enough to wonder how she knew the term. “Good. You’d be surprised to know how accurate this is. I don’t own any latex in meatspace. Never feels right on me. But virtually? I look stunning in it.” \n\n\nTobi could do little but nod, eyes glued to the thick organ still flaccid. Sand grinned, exposing the neon pink lipstick. “Let’s begin,” they pushed a high-heeled foot out, “Crawl forward and kiss it, submit yourself to your new master.”\n\n\nShe crawled. It felt so good to crawl. Euphoric to be on her hands and knees under the shadow of the femboy. He smiled down at her, playfully dangling his foot for her eager lips. “I…I swear my loyalty to you, Sand,” she spoke as easily as she breathed, kissing the tip of the white boot’s sole. \n\n\nSand snapped his finger, “Good girl,” his words echoed. A collar formed around her neck, blissfully tight to feel its weight hanging off her. She reached for it, forgetting the soft leather wasn’t real. “This is my tag. Until our task is done, it will be hidden from everyone save me and you. As for the virus, well…” He patted the bed, “I think we both know how you’d prefer it.”\n\n\nClimbing up the bed Tobi was directed onto her back and hung her head over the edge. Every snap of Sand’s fingers added a new attachment. Cuffs stretched her limbs to the four corners with taut chains. Rubber melted from the bed to envelop her, giving the pink kobold a tight and titillating top that massaged her chest. Her new master’s soft sack bounced as his cock grew to full mast, the shadow encompassing her like a tower blotting the sun. Her mouth was open and wanting, tongue lolling out for a taste. \n\n\n“Oh, you should be so lucky,” Sand said, sinking his cock into her maw. He didn’t pause to let her adjust. She’d taken big cocks before, but something about cyberspace made her throat tighter. Tobi choked and spasmed despite her lack of gag reflex, another manipulation of her master’s digital might. \n\n\nWith every thrust Sand’s sack smacked her nose, coating her in his musk as the fat cock filled her throat. Delicate fingers slipped between her legs to tease her clit. They rubbed, pulled, flicked, and twisted it without mercy, playing the kobold as an instrument. Her toes curled through the onslaught. Were it not for the thick shaft plowing her maw, she’d have cried out when his fingers penetrated her lips. \n\n\nHer gurgling sufficed. \n\n\nIn meatspace she could control her nerves, enhancing the pleasure centers, disabling pain receptors, or swapping them to suit her needs. Here Sand had full control over what she felt, amplifying everything. Even the tickle of her latex top made her writhe, struggling to breathe in a world where she had no lungs. A world that brought Tobi to her basic instincts, her true purpose to be a living sex toy. \n\n\nHe smacked her cunt. Electricity sprung through her body. Sand cried out, burying his full shaft down her throat so she couldn’t taste the raw data flowing into her. A thick gooey stream of it formed a bridge when he pulled out, white as cum but heavy like cream. Tobi lapped at it, stretching her neck greedily. He laughed, rewarding her enthusiasm by using her face as a washcloth for his shaft. \n\n\n“That’s one half of the code,” Sand said, “Ready for the next?”\n\n\n“Yes…Master.”\n\n\nAnother snap of his fingers and she was free. Needing no restraints, Tobi turned around and raised her bottom, lifting her tail high and spreading her moist cunt in waiting. Sand conjured a leash for her collar, holding it taut as he lined his cock to the waiting lips. There was no teasing, no foreplay, or tantalizing efforts. He pushed in, slamming everything into her with one thrust. The stranglehold on her collar silenced her scream of ecstasy and pain.\n\n\n“You’re going to be the perfect carrier,” Sand said, rocking the bed with each thrust. “My Trojan Horse, or Kobold I should say. You’ll be carrying my virus like a seed, with none the wiser until you strike.”\n\n\n“Y-Yes! Fill me with your code!” Tobi cried out. “Make me your infiltrator, your seed bearer. I am yours to take him down, yours to dismantle him.”\n\n\n“You’re that and more you greedy slut,” Sand teased, picking up enough speed that Tobi felt themselves lift off the bed. “You’re not just my weapon, you’re my partner in crime. Do what I ask and I’ll reward you as you truly desire. You’ll know no pleasure like this otherwise.” His hand clapped her cheeks, the stinging shockwaves rippled through her body in euphoric pulses. Tobi cried out in silence, her body shaking as she squirted into cyberspace.\n\n\nSand did not relent. Through her first orgasm to the third he railed her, purposefully holding his code back until words held no meaning. Her mind was a slushed mess when he filled her, the codes mixing into one virus to plague the systems of her former master. \n\n\nStill, he didn’t stop. Sand pulled out and pressed his wet cockhead against her tailhole. Tobi trained it to take any size, but he’d programmed it to be tighter, forcing it to stretch wide for his organ. There were no more viruses to implant, just the primal urge to fuck like animals. Tobi’s mouth held open in silence as he sank into her asshole, thrusting like a stud in heat. \n\n\nThe perception of time in cyberspace could be altered. Never stopped, but slowed enough with enough RAM. Hours, even days could pass by in minutes. Tobi swore he filled her for days, not needing to stop for rest of rehydration, he might as well have. \n\n\nWhen he did stop it was abrupt. One moment he filled her ass, the next he was lying beside her. Tobi reached for him on reflex, sniffing the air to find his cock. A snap of his fingers bound her into a rubber straitjacket. \n\n\n“Woah, woah, chill,” Sand said, “We’re far beyond the need to implant code.”\n\n\n“I want it…” Tobi growled, “Give it to me,”\n\n\nHe stared at her, then opened a window in space to look something up. “Kobold heat. Ok, wow, I guess that’s more mental than physical.” With another snap of his fingers Tobi was on the floor, kneeling with a sybian between her legs. The vibration demanded she moan but a thick ballgag silenced her. \n\n\nSand sat on the bed, legs crossed and looking pleased. “We’ll let it run its course before the next phase. I need you to be focused to deliver that virus.”\n\n\nTobi was too lost in the orgasmic euphoria to nod but it mattered not. She would infect her old master with the virus, ruin his systems, and then serve dutifully under her new master. So long as he fulfilled her desires, she would do anything for him. \n\n\nAnything.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Fighting her way down an entire skyscraper was not Tobi’s idea of a good night. It wasn’t her idea of a successful mission either, but any mission she could ride away from was a successful one. In the back of the van, she tossed the still unconscious Rupert inside and then knocked twice for the driver to get them out.


The news would be suppressed. It wasn’t the first time Tobi had caused an uproar from a job. She’d had violence happen in public places like shopping malls, plazas, and nightclubs. While access to the news wasn’t common with her or her brethren, there was always a way to sneak it. Any mention of their targets or the events was scrubbed from broadcasts. In the rare times she visited prior sites, it looked like nothing happened. There were never bullet holes or remnants of blood, as if they hadn’t happened at all.


Whoever owned her was a powerful person.


Tobi didn’t know much about her owner, and she suspected that was intentional. There were encryptions in her memory banks for most things relating to them, even their name. If ever caught, the kobold could not willingly or unwillingly give away that information. Getting caught meant being abandoned, and while Tobi felt no personal loyalty to her owner she knew to be loyal. She was loyal. Besides, whoever would capture her would do worse. Kobolds had no right in the city. It made her existence perfect.


Looking up at the hooks and straps hanging from the back of the truck, a small part of her hoped the other kobolds brought to the party would come out ok. She thought some of them were her fellow assassins, mixed in with the party to give cover. Now she wondered if she were the only one, and the rest were just a distraction. Or, worse, that her killer siblings were so easily abandoned because of a priority change.


She glared at the unconscious Rupert. He was still naked, somehow keeping his erection despite the drugs. There was no need to restrain him, the tranquilizer would keep him sedated for a day unless a counteractive stimulant was injected. So she kept looking, thinking about her luck in being the assassin not abandoned. All because her owner wanted him alive so suddenly.


A warning flared over her vision. Tobi pulled her hands up, tearing a chunk of the floor between her claws by accident. Her vision cleared a moment later but she held her guard up and mentally triggered an internal scan of her systems. Nothing out of the ordinary. A glitch. The kobold sighed and loosened her stance. There were too many thoughts in her head. Were it not for the security of her target, she’d strap herself to one of the holding hooks above. Easier to lose herself in bondage. It was half the reason why she loved the tank so much.


When gagged she no longer needed to speak, and her mind no longer needed to think. In bindings, she could dream. In bondage she was free.


Instead, she watched the door for the entire ride. Waiting in case anything went wrong with her senses set to maximum. The smell of his cock wafted through the air. It was maddening at first, making her legs weak with the need. If protocols allowed it she’d toy with herself to fix it, but such actions were blacklisted.


By the time they reached the base, Tobi was haggard in breath. Lowering her senses to reasonable levels, she pulled Rupert from the trunk into the compound. The white walls were blank of any markings, requiring the use of AR to know each room. Drones zipped past them, some flying above her head with a clothesline of bound kobold assassins waiting to be unleashed, others going to and fro on miscellaneous orders. Their tread tracks or scuttling legs echoed throughout.


Normally Tobi paid them no attention. They were no different from her in purpose despite their varying functions, each serving the master in their own way. Today she held her gaze on every drone that passed her by. It was for a second, the briefest of glances, but something drew her interest. As for what, the kobold wasn’t sure. She ran another diagnostic check and found nothing out of the ordinary.


The assigned room had the same sanitized white color across its walls and floors. In the middle was a flat metallic table with cufflinks. Tobi paused her approach, finding something familiar about the table but unable to place it. No, not just the table, but the table within this room. Literal databases of memory couldn’t find a matching experience but her gut feeling said otherwise. Despite all her enhancements and augmentations, Tobi was still flesh enough to warrant trusting such thoughts.


An order to strap Rupert to the chair crossed her vision. Tobi did so, following the further commands once finished. After each limb was securely locked she was to shove a thick ballgag into his mouth.


Her last command was to inject the waking counterdrug into his bloodstream and wait at the wall for standby. She thought about why she wasn’t going back to her pod while stabbing her syringe into his neck. Surely her task was finished? What more did her master need of her? Such questions should not have come to fruition, but Tobi didn’t think about why that was. She simply stepped to the nearest wall and waited.  


Rupert stirred quickly. He blinked twice and tried to stretch. Midway through his gagged yawn he noticed the bindings and his nudity. Only then did his erection finally drop. The wall Tobi positioned herself at stood behind him so he did not see her no matter how hard he flailed his head. Gagged grunts resounded across the room, furious she gathered by the look of his clenched fists.


A mechanical door hissed open. Thousands of tiny metallic legs clicked into the room, carrying a large man sitting comfortably atop a throne of leather. Tobi instantly recognized her master without knowing his face, bowing her head upon his approach. He did not pay her any attention, directing it all to the bound man with a sadistic smile.


“Rupert,” Her master said, “How wonderful it is for you to visit. You likely don’t know me, but your father does. A very disappointed father I might add.”


Rupert’s anger dropped. Her master continued, gleefully drinking in the growing fear his captive held. “Yes, he told me all about you. Says you’re off galavanting with your cock rather than learning to run the family business. Do you think that just because he controls a major news network you’re always in control of the narrative? Sure, he and his major rivals have an agreement not to target one another’s family, one of the few things to prevent obvious monopolies from corporate wars, but things leak, Rupert. Your escapades can be online for a single second and there will be thousands of downloads before it can be scrubbed.”


Her master held out his palm to reveal a projector. It played a clip show of Rupert’s exploits, most commonly with kobolds like Tobi. Sex, drugs, sex and drugs, the occasional misuse of illegal firearms for parties. It seemed Rupert was a wildcard. The beaten bodies of kobolds writhing in masochistic agony did not give Tobi room for pity.


Rupert looked perturbed. Her master was delighted in it, closing the projector to pinch the man’s cheeks with the same hand. “Normally I’d say this isn’t personal, but some of the kobolds you ruined were mine. Assassins I sent for other targets that you just happened to hamper with your petulant activities. So when your father told me he wanted you gone, disappeared, not a trace left, I got to thinking. Why just kill you?”


The fingers of his hand extended, wrapping around Rupert’s skull. “Why just splatter your skull across the pavement then get a cleanup crew to think you were never there? Why should I cut out your guts and let you bleed out while fruitlessly trying to hold them all in?” His hold tightened enough for Rupert to scream into his gag. Tobi gathered her master wanted Rupert dead for a long time as he rattled off more rhetorical questions about killing him. Each more descriptive than the last. Finally, he stopped and said, “When I can just make better use of you.”


The blood-seeping cuts across Rupert’s face couldn’t hide his confusion. His eyes widened in fear. The master laughed as his captive tried to escape, yanking hard enough against his bindings he threatened to pull each limb out of its socket. “Come now, Rupert. Surely you must realize you can’t escape. Even if you slipped from your bondage, my tool is present. It already subdued you in coitus and dispatched your guards. Do you think someone without any combat training or augments can hope to deal with it? Or are you one of those ‘power of the human spirit’ types? They are quite delusional.”


With a snap of her master’s fingers, Rupert was set free for all but a second. In the freefall a glossy black material not dissimilar to latex coiled around his body. He hit the floor encompassed in the sack, struggling for freedom and air. A sharp finger from her master provided the former with two quick jabs to the nose.


“T-0-B-1, take this waste of society to the pods so we can get some proper use. Dregs are meant to be remolded into something useful if not discarded.”


Tobi bowed her head. She didn’t know why Rupert was being taken to the pods, but the sensation was oddly familiar. As if she’d walked the same path with a struggling blob of latex hundreds of times.


“Curious,” she thought. Or rather, she didn’t think. Something was off. But the kicking and gagged screaming from Rupert came first.


The pod room was the closest to what she’d consider her own. In it were kobolds like her, floating in special gel and liquids to keep them suspended in animation between missions. When passing each she wondered if they were dreaming. They shouldn’t, brain activity should have been too active for dreams despite their sensors for the outside world being off, leaving them in a perpetual awake coma. But she dreamed, so it stood to reason they would.


She tossed Rupert into an empty pod with both hands hefting him. He scrambled around it, trying to escape confinement as pistons hissed and shut the door. Tobi watched his struggle dispassionately, noting how he writhed in panic when stasis gel seeped from above. It was all so familiar but she couldn’t place it. The panic and fear, the confusion over what was happening and why it was happening. She didn’t need to see Rupert’s face to tell what he was feeling, she’d felt it all before.


But where still bugged her. And why now? She wondered while watching the prisoner’s struggles stall to a stop, finally falling into unconsciousness to begin the transformation.


“Transformation?” Tobi thought. Except she didn’t think it, it wasn’t in her internal voice.


She twisted around to find the culprit, hands raised to fight and legs ready to spring forward. A soft laugh echoed in her mind. “Finally picked it up? Well, no worries. You can’t do much anyway.”


Tobi tried to speak but found her lips immobile. Her body followed suit, turning back to the tank outside of her violation to watch the slow transformation. “So this is what Conrad does to targets he deems of interest? I had assumed he turned them into a personal harem, but making them his kobold assassins? Well, I guess no one wins the betting pool.”


Let’s see if you remember something similar, yes?” the voice said. Now Tobi felt something rattling into her brain, digging deep into the databanks against her will. Memories of somewhere else surged to the forefront. A boat in the middle of the sea. At first, she thought it to be another job, but she had no missions beyond the borders of the city, knowing that the world was a wasteland not worth venturing out for. So why the ship? And why did the hands that shielded her from bright lights look so large and mannish?


“Interesting,” the voice said. Digging for more.


“What’s happening?” Tobi asked. Her voice came as she expected it save for one thing, it sounded like she was somewhere else. In the audience watching a movie shown from a first-person perspective.


“I’m digging through your memory banks. You’ve got a lot of them locked and, originally, I assumed they were all assassination targets. Did you know that you can’t delete digitized memories? I mean, the ability is there but the consequences are near impossible to predict. You could delete memories of someone’s morning routine on a regular day and they could suddenly forget how to breathe. The exact science for why is still being researched, but just know that once a memory is digitized it won’t be deleted. It can, however, be stored and locked behind passwords and firewalls, giving the illusion of deletion.”


Tobi didn’t know this. She never considered the concept of memories to be that important. But hearing it from this new voice gave her pause. Her memories were scarce. Any attempt to find a specific detail about past missions fell flat. She had vague ideas, concepts that turned into confident knowledge such as the bullet holes in prior missions. But the names of targets and their faces were static. Mosaic filters in her visual memory.


Then there was the ship. This boat where someone, her from the perspective, was watching the sea until blaring lights blinded them. A voice spoke out in terror, “W-What’s that?” it shouted, too masculine to be hers. But it came from them. It was her voice.


“What am I watching?” She asked the stranger’s voice. “W-Who are you?”


“Well the file reads as ‘Abduction’ but no date. I’m not sure if that’s purposeful or just lazy. As for me, well, you can call me Sand.”


“Sand?”


Though they had no face to see Tobi could tell whoever spoke back was smiling when they did. “Because I get everywhere.”


The boat rocked. Tobi, the memory of Tobi, clutched the handrailing like a newborn babe to its mother. A loud unnatural and deep boom echoed from below the deck. He gazed over it, mind filled with images of ancient gargantuan sea monsters like the Kraken or Leviathan, or Jormungar. But instead of tentacles or an impossible wide toothy maw set to swallow the ship whole, bright lights beamed from beneath the waves.


Tobi felt the ship rock in her memory. The sea churned. People fell screaming from the deck to the ocean. A whirlpool swirled as if someone pulled the ocean’s stopper out from its drain.


Her heart pounded. His heart pounded. They were one and the same.


“No way…” Sand said, mesmerized, “The mad bastard actually did it.”


“What?” She demanded, “What did he do?”


Debased laughter echoed through her mind. “I was wondering why there was a sudden uptick in kobolds. You’re not from here. You’re not even from this world. You belong to a different dimension!”


The memory’s point-of-view crashed into water. Tobi tried swimming, their lungs ready to burst. The current pulled them into the light, deep down into another world of neon and chrome. There they gasped for air like a fish out of water, too preoccupied with their mortality to notice several masked individuals armed with shock batons until electricity ran through their veins, knocking them out cold.


Then they woke up. Tobi clenched the armrests of the theater seat in her mind, watching the memory, their memory, of waking up against the cold steel table. The same Rupert was strapped too. Her mouth refused to scream as if stuffed with a thick gag. Or was the memory’s mouth stuffed? Unable to tell, the kobold watched in horror as her master Conrad came into view.


She both did and did not understand his words. It was as if he was speaking a foreign language she now understood. Her hands clenched, the feel of cold steel at her wrists and ankles became clear as day, as did the icy chill of an injection at the base of her spine.


“So that’s how he did it,” Sand said, pondering over the screen. “Rupert didn’t have that, I wonder what changed?”


Tobi turned her head. Sand had taken the seat next to her. They appeared as a sculpture of their namesake, with grains constantly falling off and reforming as if they were resupplying themselves without pause. The sculpture was, in basic terms, cute. Feminine to androgynous facial features with hair bunned into a twin pair of pigtails. They lacked any secondary sexual characteristics, not even a pair of nipples to bring out their flat chest.


The amalgamation of sand smirked at her. “Let’s see how he’s doing, shall we?” With a wave of their hand, a new screen appeared, a live play of Tobi’s eyes watching the tube they put Rupert in. The latex bag inside the floating liquid had shrunk several feet, but life signs were still active despite it.


“Barbaric…yet ingenious,” Sand stroked their hairless chin, “Conrad’s unlocked metamorphosis to mammals. I was wondering why he bought you back when your original owners considered you a failure, but it seems he found success in something.”


“W-What do you mean?” Tobi forced herself to say.


Sand blinked in surprise. “Oh, you can talk in here? Guess you’ve got more security protocols than I thought. Do you promise to behave?”


Tobi nodded.


“Excellent.” Sand flicked more screens, each streaming with different datasets. Names, numbers, dates, and failures. “Your original owners commissioned Conrad to create a dragon. He was part of a specialized group. My information says he doesn’t have the tech to pull you from another dimension, but that’s likely because someone else on the team did. He’s a bio-sculpture, and you were his guinea pig to become a dragon-human hybrid. Sadly, he made a kobold, so your owners dumped you and he purchased you, with added augmentation to make you work as an assassin. People pay a lot for discreet killers, and kobolds have an easy time getting into some places.”


“But how does that relate to Rupert? To me?”


“I’m piecing together a lot of information so cut me a little slack. If I had to guess, Conrad perfected his transformation process and wants to transform people into his personal kobolds. People who’ve wronged him annoyed him, or he desires.” More names popped up, some Tobi found familiar thanks to Sand’s hacking of her memories, others still unknown. Every one of them was missing. Following an arrow, each picture linked to a kobold in her master’s facility.


She saw her picture. In the depths of cyberspace, Tobi held needless breath at the form she used to have. The man she used to be. Whatever name they carried was scratched out, locked behind several walls of encryption that Sand stopped trying. She looked back to the real world, watching the latex bag around Rupert take the shape of a female kobold.


“He’ll keep doing this,” Sand said, “I’m sure some kobolds will be used for assassins, but eventually Conrad will push them to other forms of labor. Heck, he has the funds needed to pay off any security firm from policing his kobold prostitutes. I’m willing to bet there’s a connected web of pimps already in the works if not active as is.”


“W-Why are you showing me all of this?” Tobi asked.


Sand looked at her for a minute. “To be honest, you seeing all of this wasn’t planned at first. You were meant to be my ship, with your eyes as my windows to Conrad’s machinations. After all, I could just hide this memory in my encryptions so you believe this never happened. I might still, depending on your next answer.”


“And what is the question?”


“Do you want revenge?”


Tobi paused, first looking at the dripping grains of Sand’s avatar, then to the picture of who she used to be, then to Rupert’s new form. The kobold floating in the tank had glossy black skin like the bag, her cocoon becoming one with her. Instinctually she knew that when the new kobold would awake she’d feel a rush of arousal, eager to serve anyone so long as it quenched the thirst. Tobi knew this because she felt it now. It was always there, both a curse and a blessing.


“I…I do…” Tobi said, “N-Not because he transformed me. I don’t remember enough of my old life to know what I’ve lost. But because he’ll keep doing it to others if he’s not stopped. So what can I do?”


“Well, as counterintuitive as it is, I’ll need you to swear loyalty to me,” Sand said.


“I’m to betray one master for another?”


“If it helps, I offer sick days.” Sand chuckled at their joke. Tobi did not. “Kobolds have few rights in this world. The longest I’ve seen one go without an owner is a month. If you submit yourself to me, I can promise you more personal freedoms and a more direct way of getting revenge. But I need your consent.”


With everything Sand had done with it, Tobi found his words hard to believe. “No, you don’t,” she said, challenging them.


They smiled. “I’d prefer it. If you choose no, I’ll just put you to sleep and find another. If you choose yes, I need you to enter the pod behind you. There I’ll upload a program into your systems that will make you invisible to Conrad’s cameras. Including the ones in his eyes. In the end, it is your choice. You deserve that much.”


The pod opened behind her with a hydraulic hiss. Tobi stepped inside, jacked cords into the hidden ports at her neck, and went limp as suspension gel filled it. Instantly she was transported to a new mental space, one with polished black tiled floors and the smell of rubber. Though she didn’t need to blink in cyberspace, she did so reflexively to examine the space. It reminded her of a sex dungeon.


A far cry from the dojo simulations she trained in.


Rubber sheets atop the bed squeaked behind her. Turning around Tobi found Sand present, though the grainy nature of their avatar had vanished. Their dark-tanned skin was accentuated by a white latex dominatrix outfit that exposed their flat chest. Matching long boots reached up to their thighs. Between their legs hung a cock that matched the size of a large soda-can when flaccid. Cyberspace was supposed to protect her from all physical reactions, but the sight of Sand’s dick made the kobold’s knees weak.


“Like what you see?” Sand asked, flicking their blonde pigtails back. Tobi nodded, staring at the gyaru long enough to wonder how she knew the term. “Good. You’d be surprised to know how accurate this is. I don’t own any latex in meatspace. Never feels right on me. But virtually? I look stunning in it.”


Tobi could do little but nod, eyes glued to the thick organ still flaccid. Sand grinned, exposing the neon pink lipstick. “Let’s begin,” they pushed a high-heeled foot out, “Crawl forward and kiss it, submit yourself to your new master.”


She crawled. It felt so good to crawl. Euphoric to be on her hands and knees under the shadow of the femboy. He smiled down at her, playfully dangling his foot for her eager lips. “I…I swear my loyalty to you, Sand,” she spoke as easily as she breathed, kissing the tip of the white boot’s sole.


Sand snapped his finger, “Good girl,” his words echoed. A collar formed around her neck, blissfully tight to feel its weight hanging off her. She reached for it, forgetting the soft leather wasn’t real. “This is my tag. Until our task is done, it will be hidden from everyone save me and you. As for the virus, well…” He patted the bed, “I think we both know how you’d prefer it.”


Climbing up the bed Tobi was directed onto her back and hung her head over the edge. Every snap of Sand’s fingers added a new attachment. Cuffs stretched her limbs to the four corners with taut chains. Rubber melted from the bed to envelop her, giving the pink kobold a tight and titillating top that massaged her chest. Her new master’s soft sack bounced as his cock grew to full mast, the shadow encompassing her like a tower blotting the sun. Her mouth was open and wanting, tongue lolling out for a taste.


“Oh, you should be so lucky,” Sand said, sinking his cock into her maw. He didn’t pause to let her adjust. She’d taken big cocks before, but something about cyberspace made her throat tighter. Tobi choked and spasmed despite her lack of gag reflex, another manipulation of her master’s digital might.


With every thrust Sand’s sack smacked her nose, coating her in his musk as the fat cock filled her throat. Delicate fingers slipped between her legs to tease her clit. They rubbed, pulled, flicked, and twisted it without mercy, playing the kobold as an instrument. Her toes curled through the onslaught. Were it not for the thick shaft plowing her maw, she’d have cried out when his fingers penetrated her lips.


Her gurgling sufficed.


In meatspace she could control her nerves, enhancing the pleasure centers, disabling pain receptors, or swapping them to suit her needs. Here Sand had full control over what she felt, amplifying everything. Even the tickle of her latex top made her writhe, struggling to breathe in a world where she had no lungs. A world that brought Tobi to her basic instincts, her true purpose to be a living sex toy.


He smacked her cunt. Electricity sprung through her body. Sand cried out, burying his full shaft down her throat so she couldn’t taste the raw data flowing into her. A thick gooey stream of it formed a bridge when he pulled out, white as cum but heavy like cream. Tobi lapped at it, stretching her neck greedily. He laughed, rewarding her enthusiasm by using her face as a washcloth for his shaft.


“That’s one half of the code,” Sand said, “Ready for the next?”


“Yes…Master.”


Another snap of his fingers and she was free. Needing no restraints, Tobi turned around and raised her bottom, lifting her tail high and spreading her moist cunt in waiting. Sand conjured a leash for her collar, holding it taut as he lined his cock to the waiting lips. There was no teasing, no foreplay, or tantalizing efforts. He pushed in, slamming everything into her with one thrust. The stranglehold on her collar silenced her scream of ecstasy and pain.


“You’re going to be the perfect carrier,” Sand said, rocking the bed with each thrust. “My Trojan Horse, or Kobold I should say. You’ll be carrying my virus like a seed, with none the wiser until you strike.”


“Y-Yes! Fill me with your code!” Tobi cried out. “Make me your infiltrator, your seed bearer. I am yours to take him down, yours to dismantle him.”


“You’re that and more you greedy slut,” Sand teased, picking up enough speed that Tobi felt themselves lift off the bed. “You’re not just my weapon, you’re my partner in crime. Do what I ask and I’ll reward you as you truly desire. You’ll know no pleasure like this otherwise.” His hand clapped her cheeks, the stinging shockwaves rippled through her body in euphoric pulses. Tobi cried out in silence, her body shaking as she squirted into cyberspace.


Sand did not relent. Through her first orgasm to the third he railed her, purposefully holding his code back until words held no meaning. Her mind was a slushed mess when he filled her, the codes mixing into one virus to plague the systems of her former master.


Still, he didn’t stop. Sand pulled out and pressed his wet cockhead against her tailhole. Tobi trained it to take any size, but he’d programmed it to be tighter, forcing it to stretch wide for his organ. There were no more viruses to implant, just the primal urge to fuck like animals. Tobi’s mouth held open in silence as he sank into her asshole, thrusting like a stud in heat.


The perception of time in cyberspace could be altered. Never stopped, but slowed enough with enough RAM. Hours, even days could pass by in minutes. Tobi swore he filled her for days, not needing to stop for rest of rehydration, he might as well have.


When he did stop it was abrupt. One moment he filled her ass, the next he was lying beside her. Tobi reached for him on reflex, sniffing the air to find his cock. A snap of his fingers bound her into a rubber straitjacket.


“Woah, woah, chill,” Sand said, “We’re far beyond the need to implant code.”


“I want it…” Tobi growled, “Give it to me,”


He stared at her, then opened a window in space to look something up. “Kobold heat. Ok, wow, I guess that’s more mental than physical.” With another snap of his fingers Tobi was on the floor, kneeling with a sybian between her legs. The vibration demanded she moan but a thick ballgag silenced her.


Sand sat on the bed, legs crossed and looking pleased. “We’ll let it run its course before the next phase. I need you to be focused to deliver that virus.”


Tobi was too lost in the orgasmic euphoria to nod but it mattered not. She would infect her old master with the virus, ruin his systems, and then serve dutifully under her new master. So long as he fulfilled her desires, she would do anything for him.


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