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"writing": "[b][u][center]Cyber-Training the Punk Away\nPart 1\nFor Damiekinz\nBy Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\nEwan was supposed to be on a date. The only problem was that the badger was the only one that showed up, and that wasn’t the way that a date worked. \n\nOther people might have felt hurt, upset, even ghosted by the process, but not Ewan. Not with the female that was supposed to meet him at the restaurant. He looked up at the clock on the wall – a remnant of times long gone, at this point, with few diners bothering to use anything that wasn’t a direct uplink to someone’s cyberware – and shook his head again. Thirty minutes late. Ella was never more than five minutes late anywhere, not without calling and letting her friends know. She was too smart to let someone worry about her like that. \n\nSomething had happened. He was sure of it. \n\nEwan shifted back and forth in the diner booth, running his hand along the side of his head. His fingers pressed against his temples as he fought the urge to try and check in on her. It wouldn’t hurt, would it? Or would it look possessive, controlling?\n\nThe last thing that he wanted to do was look like some asshole that she should dump before they even had their first date. He already had a number of things going against him. Being a badger, he was stocky, but shorter, and had a wide pair of hips that were more suitable for, well, certain types of entertainment than being on the sports field. He didn’t even quite have that nerd-charm that some of the other guys in college had, where they were softer and smaller and just looked like they should be picked up and cared for. He had more of a…\n\nWell, the best way that he had heard it said was by one of the jocks in the locker room. \n\n[i]That ass was built for plowing into the ground.[/i]\n\nEver since then, it’d been hard for Ewan to see himself as anything but someone that was doomed to be either stepped on, plowed down, or otherwise used. He fought it off most of the time, and he’d even set up a few freelance contracts that had done well for him, but…well, looks-wise, he wasn’t doing himself a lot of favors. \n\nElla was supposed to be the one that helped him get over that. The mare was supposed to give him a shot at a normal life. \n\nBut that wouldn’t happen if she wasn’t there. And thirty minutes really was getting well-past the point of worry. \n\n[i]Fuck it,[/i] Ewan thought, pressing his hand to the side of his head. [i]Call Ella.[/i]\n\nThings had advanced quickly in society once the cyberware had gone from experimental to safe and affordable. Everyone got a chip implanted in their head in their teens these days, letting the bio-ware grow in and become part of their neural network. By the time that people graduated from high school, they had what some would have called a Bluetooth network grown into their brain and nerves. \n\nSome people muttered about the possibilities of further augmentations, of replacing limbs or even organs with cybernetics, but things hadn’t gone that far just yet. The cyberware in the brain was as far as it had really gotten so far, and that was advanced enough for society to be dealing with. \n\nRing ring. \n\nRing ring. \n\nRing ring. \n\nThe call symbols in the corner of his vision disappeared when Ella didn’t pick up. Ewan took his fingers from the side of his head, staring straight ahead for a few seconds before trying again. \n\nAnd again. \n\nWhen it didn’t go through on the third attempt, his concern turned to actual fear. No way that Ella would be ignoring his calls. It’d be going straight to her device – she didn’t bother with skull-calls, didn’t like the vibrations, she said – but that would still be easy enough to answer, easy enough to notice. \n\nUnless something had gone way past wrong. \n\n[i]Not good, not good…[/i]\n\nHe’d held off from going further, not wanting to look like a stalker if he was wrong, but if she wasn’t picking up, it was time to take things further. He put his finger back to the side of his head and started running some programs he’d stored in the back of his mind. Computer programming was supposed to get him a job in the tech sector, but he’d found it much more entertaining to learn how to break into different systems, pushing through security and finding out what was hiding behind those walls. \n\nThis was no different. He hopped from the bio-ware chip to the diner’s comm network, and from there, he had a part of his senses running through the wires. It was still rough, more like having a console in front of his eyes rather than surfing the net the way that the old sci-fi novels described, but it was better than having a simple computer screen in front of him. \n\nPing. \n\nPing. \n\nPing. \n\nEwan sent out call-signals focused on Ella’s number. If nothing else, there should be something out there, something that would bounce it back. \n\nAnd there was. He got a response almost immediately, pinging off the local towers. For a moment, he thought that maybe she was on her way to the restaurant after getting turned around somewhere, but…\n\nBut the signal wasn’t moving. \n\nHe pulled out a bit, adjusting the call-signal for a little more precision. He pinged it off one tower, then another, and another. It helped triangulate the source of the response signals, but it couldn’t be right. \n\nBecause the response was coming from the alley just outside the diner. \n\n“Excuse me?”\n\nEwan blinked, disconnecting from the diner’s network instantly. He looked up at the boar that’d walked over, notebook in hand. \n\n“Can I take your order, or you still thinking?” the waiter said. \n\n“…I, uh, I think I’ll be leaving, actually. Ghosted, I guess.”\n\n“Heh, happens to the best of us.”\n\n“Yeah…sorry for wasting your time.”\n\n“Eh, you take care of yourself, kid,” the forty-something waiter said, patting him on the shoulder. “Ain’t a good feeling to have some girl ditch ya. But hey, plenty of girls out there where they came from.”\n\nNodding, he pushed himself out of his chair and left the diner. He adjusted his jacket, pulled his shirt down a bit further, and put his hands in his pockets. After a second or two, he connected to the network again, confirmed that the phone signal was still pinging back from the alley. He walked around the building, gave a cursory glance down the little passage, but saw nobody. \n\n[i]…Something’s wrong…[/i]\n\n#\n\nEwan returned to the diner later that night, well after the sun was down and the building was supposed to be closed. The lights were off inside as he left the taxi car, and he kept one hand in his pockets around a roll of quarters while the other fumbled in his jacket for a little something that he’d brought from home. \n\nHe tapped his head again. Still coming from the alley. No way that Ella had just lost her phone or something; if it was out there, then someone had either stolen it, or she’d dropped it, or – \n\nWell, he’d figure it out. He wasn’t going to let his friend – and possible girlfriend – down. \n\nPing. \n\nPing. \n\nPing-ping. \n\nPing-ping-ping.\n\nEwan knelt down by one of the dumpsters. The signal was coming from directly underneath it. Grunting, he pushed it off to the side and found the little black box that was Ella’s phone. \n\n[i]Shit…[/i]\n\nBiting his lip, the badger looked around the alley as if there was some answer that he’d missed. No sign of anyone hanging around, no homeless people, nothing that might imply that there’d been some stash here. She’d dropped her phone here in the alley, which meant that she’d been near the diner at some point. \n\nBut why would she drop it and leave no sign of herself?\n\n[i]…Was she brought here after being grabbed?[/i]\n\nThat was the only thing that made a lick of sense. If she’d been running through the alley and dropped the phone, there would have been some sort of scuff mark around, either from her hooves or the phone itself hitting the ground. But there wasn’t. There was a little dent on the side of the little black box, but that was all. And that meant that it had been dropped with less violence and speed. \n\nWhich meant it might have slid out of her pockets after someone dragged her here…\n\n[i]But why?[/i]\n\nHe looked at the alley again. On second glance, there [i]were[/i] some marks on the concrete near the dumpster. Ewan gritted his teeth and pulled at it, dragging it a few more inches off to the side – \n\nBingo. There was a panel, almost like a trap door, built into the ground. He pushed the dumpster further over to completely expose it, shaking his head as he saw a keypad just over the top of it. \n\n[i]Someone’s keeping a basement or something under the diner…but why?[/i]\n\nWell, there was only one way to find out. And that didn’t mean calling the cops, either. If this was just a basement, some sort of storage thing for their ingredients, then he’d look like an idiot. He doubted that they’d take any sort of report about Ella seriously after that. He had to get a look inside, just to be sure. \n\n[i]And if I’m right…then I look a little cooler saving her.[/i]\n\nHe chuckled despite himself, shaking his head as he reached into his jacket pocket again. Pulling out a small, metal-backed plastic square, he rested it against the keypad. A little spark shot through the security device as Ewan tapped his head and logged into his little gadget. \n\n[i]Let’s get through this lock…[/i]\n\nThis was one of those little freelance projects that had never found a buyer, but more because it wasn’t entirely legal than because it didn’t work. The little square functioned as a booster to his hacking abilities, allowing it to process different keycodes and brute force options at a far higher speed than his organic brain could muster on its own. It wasn’t foolproof, but it was damn good at getting him into places that he wasn’t supposed to be able to go. \n\nAnd it had that lovely little feature of being able to test a password without prompting a shutdown for entering the wrong one. That was its defining success. \n\nHe knelt by the trapdoor for one minute, two, three as he brute-forced one password after another. The device sped it up and kept track of the ones that they had already used, determining that there were sixteen digits with the possible entries running 0-9. Lacking letters, it meant that there were less total password possibilities, but there were still quite a few. \n\nFour minutes in, the lock clicked. The badger smirked and pulled the little pad off the keypad, pushed the trap door up, and looked inside. \n\n[i]Red lights…that’s never a good sign…[/i]\n\nThere was, however, a ladder running down, which meant that it was going to be a bit of a drop. He muttered a little thanks that there was clearly someone bigger around than he was that worked here, turned around, and started the process of climbing down. The darkness swallowed him up, the red a horror glare around him, and the trap door shut overhead as soon as he was out of the way. \n\n[i]Auto-close. But not anything to move the dumpster…[/i]\n\nSomeone was used to having others up above to do that for them. Which meant that the diner at least knew that this was down here. Whether they were involved or not, he didn’t know, but they were at the very least informed about it. Possibly on the take to look the other way and not be involved – \n\n“You hear about that new buyer?”\n\nEwan froze in mid-motion, his shoe about to slide off a rung at the quasi-familiar voice. Not common, but he’d heard it recently. Where – \n\n“That one looking at the mare? Yeah, said something about wanting a girlfriend.”\n\n“Heh, well, there’s plenty of those down here. Boyfriends, too, if he wanted that.”\n\n“Pfft. You know the rich guys we get. Scared of looking like homos. As if they’re not thinking of ass-fucking half the bitches on their payrolls.”\n\nThat one talking about boyfriends. The one that mentioned the new buyer. That was the same voice as the boar in the diner. Ewan’s breath caught in his throat as he heard them coming closer, hoping against hope that they weren’t making their way to the ladder and the surface. \n\n“Yeah, but they can’t have the public thinking that, can they?” the other, unknown one said. “And besides, it’s not like it matters to us. We get paid either way.”\n\n“Yeah, I guess. Still, at least we get to keep more of the guys.”\n\n“Heh. Ass-man?”\n\n“Fucking right, I am. And the guys look better taking it.”\n\n“I still think it’s just because they’re not supposed to.”\n\n“Hey, whatever the reason, can’t tell me that a big ass jiggling around your dick isn’t one of the best things in the world.”\n\n“Heh, got me there…”\n\nTheir voices were fading away, which meant that they had to be going down another tunnel. Ewan slowly let go of the breath he’d been holding and continued the climb down. \n\n[i]Boyfriends, girlfriends for sale…that doesn’t sound good…[/i]\n\nHell, that sounded like a meat market or something like that. A slavery ring. He doubted that Ella would be the sort of person that would go for that, though. They might have kidnapped her, but she’d be giving them hell. \n\n[i]Which would mean that they’d start –[/i]\n\nNo, he wasn’t going to think about what they’d do to try and make her submit. Whatever dark things that they had down here for that, it wasn’t something that he needed to think about right now. For now…for now, he would focus on the important thing, which was finding her in the first place. \n\nNow that he knew that there were other people down here, he could be more cautious. He hit the bottom of the ladder and turned around. A long hallway led to a T-junction about fifteen feet away, all lit with red light. He could just make out a few crates in the distance, one of them slightly covering the intersection. \n\nHoping that sort of cover would continue throughout the underground, Ewan crouched down and crawled forward. He was all the more conscious of his own size and thickness, but he put it out of his mind. \n\nAll he had to do was find Ella, and then they could get out of here. Leaving her behind to get the cops was the furthest thing from his mind; letting these people touch her, use her, hurt her was fucking unacceptable. \n\n#\n\nThe underground went on further than he’d imagined. The whole thing was a mess of tunnels near the ladder, but every twenty or thirty feet, he found a sealed metal door pressed against the wall. It was so thick that he couldn’t tell what was happening on the other side, and rather than keypads, there were biometric scanners on the doors. They clearly didn’t want anyone getting through that wasn’t supposed to be there. \n\nMore than that, there was more security than he expected. Not so much in the way of electronics – which he could have handled – but people. Thick, broad-shouldered, [i]big[/i] people, ranging from wolves to bears to rhinos. Every one of them loomed tall when they walked by, and the only things that Ewan had to his advantage was the fact that he was very good at keeping low, and the fact that they seemed more interested in keeping an eye on their inmates than looking for any intruders. \n\nAfter who knew how long of crouching, sneaking, skulking, and hiding behind opportune crates and other obstacles, Ewan found an open door. He paused at the frame, looked both ways to make sure that another guard wasn’t coming his way, and slowly leaned around it to look inside. \n\nIt was an office, one with a single computer facing away from the door, and a few wall monitors all around. No cameras, either, which was to his benefit. The badger slid inside, shut the door, and locked it tight; he imagined that whoever’s office this was usually did that and just forgot about it this time. \n\n“Okay, this feels like a manager’s spot,” he muttered, looking around at the paperwork cast about on the desk, the write-ups that were here and there, and the receipts that he really didn’t want to think about. “Which means that this terminal probably has a lot of camera access and log records…”\n\nWhich would give him a chance to find where Ella was, and whoever else was trapped in this dungeon. He walked around the desk, glanced at the locked door one more time, then back at the screen. \n\n“Okay, let’s get logged in here…”\n\nThe little metal pad came out again, and he pressed it against the side of the machine. This one asked for a username and a password, but no biometrics. Not yet, at least. He finagled his way through the first screen, forcing himself to take his time to avoid any little trips or traps that were in the system. Just because nothing had activated so far didn’t mean – \n\n“Gah-ah…”\n\nEwan bit his tongue as he barely kept from tripping one such digi-trap. There was a nearly invisible firewall around the password box, one that would have taken a password check as a password input. He breathed out slowly, changing the box’s run-order to make sure that he didn’t trip that one by accident. No need for alarms, no need for guards.\n\nAs the seconds ticked by, he looked up at the door. Nothing yet, no sign of some superior, but he knew that there had to be one somewhere. Maybe they were out of the underground for the night, or maybe they had gone on a snack run, but he couldn’t count on the office remaining safe forever. He had to get into the system. He had to see where the hell they were keeping – \n\n[i]Password accepted.[/i]\n\n“Finally,” the badger muttered, looking down at the screen. “Let’s see what we got here…”\n\nThere was a registry of ‘products’ and one for ‘clients,’ both of them kept completely separate as far as he could tell. The third entry in the system was simply ‘sales,’ and he doubted that would give him anything he wanted, but – \n\n[i]What if she was already sold?[/i]\n\nFear gripped him, and he knew that he couldn’t move on until he checked. He opened the last registry. \n\nThere was no sign of Ella’s name, nor any mare of her description. Breathing out a huff of relief, he turned back to the other two registries. \n\nHe hesitated. He knew for a fact that this was going to be messed up, depraved. It would probably leave a mark on him for the rest of his life. \n\nThe badger wasn’t even a cop. He played at being a detective from time to time, and the very fact that he had managed to find this secret facility said that he was at least a little good at it, but at the same time…\n\nAt the same time, he wasn’t a professional. This wasn’t the sort of thing that he should be doing. He should have called the cops on the surface, should have kept out of the underground, should have turned around as soon as he heard the guards talking about selling boyfriends and girlfriends to people. At the very least, the whoring would have been enough to get the police to come and check the place out, and that would have been easy. \n\nBut he was here now, and nobody else was. And he might not even be able to get out without getting attention now. His only chance was to look through the registry and see if there was a way to shut this all down. \n\nHe opened the folder and was immediately assaulted with a wave of pornography. \n\n“Oh my god…”\n\nEach ‘product’ was highlighted with an image. The first one was a zebra mare, tied down on all fours with her face toward the camera and a dildo rammed so far down her throat that the tip was bulging out against the front of her neck. He stared at the image, unable to look away – \n\nClick. \n\nThe connection between his cyberware and the pad on the side of the computer must have taken a subconscious thought and run with it. The registry went further, opening the files on the zebra, and – \n\n“Ulk, ulk, ulk.”\n\nHe could [i]hear[/i] her glukking and swallowing around the dildo as a machine rammed it down her throat over and over and over again. His eyes were locked to the screen, unable to look away as her breasts swayed forward, back, forward, back, nipples hard as could be, her eyes glazed over as she took the machine-dick down her neck again and again. \n\n[i]This is…this is…[/i]\n\nAnother video. Same zebra mare, same position, but this time with the machine pulling the dildo all the way out of her mouth before ramming it down her throat again. He could see the full length of it, a shaft that was nearly three inches longer than his own going down her neck before pulling out again. In. Out. In. Out. Wet as could be, fake as one could like, but she still swallowed around it eagerly. \n\nHe had to click away, not sure if he was sick or aroused or both. His stomach felt like it was jumping about, but his cock was hard as hell in his pants, and he shivered as he felt a tingle of fear running down his spine. \n\nEwan forced himself back to the screen, scrolling down the registry. Another ‘product,’ this time a rat – \n\nClick. \n\nHis mind was running wild and his self-control was disappearing, leaving him with nothing but horrified curiosity. The image opened. A male rat, legs spread, sitting upright with his cock covered in electrodes. His hips were almost as wide as Ewan’s were, he realized absently, but – \n\n“Ahhh…mmmph…nnngh…”\n\nThe rat moaned, and he moaned more convincingly than any of the pornos that Ewan had watched in his college dorm. He watched with rapt fascination as the muscles in the rat’s thighs kept tensing up, as the electrodes forced the nerves and muscles and more to respond to some other programming. \n\nTense. \n\nTighten. \n\nPulse. \n\nAnd the rat’s balls danced to the electro-stimulation coming through. He didn’t scream, nor did he make any indication that he was in pain. If anything, the rodent looked completely blissed-out with his treatment, unable to notice the rest of the world around him, idly humping the air. \n\nPulse. Pulse. Pulse. \n\nWhen the rat looked at the camera, his eyes were half-empty, glazed, but not drained. He moaned, a mouthed word – ‘Please’ – seen before – \n\n“Nnngh!”\n\nThe pads must have changed. The rat’s cock jumped, cum jetting from his cock without a touch. Pulse, pulse, pulse; the pads sent some signal through the rat’s crotch, his balls jumping, fat orbs pressed tight to his groin as his seed was forced out of him, blasting through the air to some collection vessel. \n\nEwan looked away, exiting the file. Gods…gods, this was messed up, but…\n\n[i]Why? Why is it so…[/i]\n\nHe didn’t know why it was hot. He didn’t know if he was imagining himself in their positions or thinking of what he’d do. All he knew was that it was damn hard to think, and getting harder as he saw each new video. His pants felt tight, tighter than ever around his throbbing shaft. \n\n[i]Keep looking. Find Ella.[/i]\n\nHe scrolled through the thumbnails and kept his intrusive thoughts to a minimum. No more opening every registry, no more looking through them. It didn’t matter if he saw an older badger male getting his ass rutted by a machine. It didn’t matter if he saw a bear moaning from having his hole tongued out. It didn’t matter if some mouse had his face pressed against a fleshlight and got his tongue trained in how to eat pussy. It didn’t – \n\nFlicker. \n\nOne trapped him, and his mouth hung open as he realized what he was looking at. The vixen in the other room didn’t mean anything to him, wasn’t familiar in the slightest, but this was one that he’d seen before. The electrodes all over her stomach, her legs spread and a vibrator wand pressed right under her clit, the gasping and whimpering and clear indications of pain and pleasure all at once – \n\n[i]They’re training her…they’re making…making her want to breed…[/i]\n\nEwan stared at the video on display, unable to look away. It was like watching something out of a dystopian tale where random people would be just…customized for the pleasures of those with money. He looked down at the notes under the videos. \n\n[i]Buyer wants a product that craves breeding. Enhance shock-treatment to train labor ‘pains,’ continue to apply pleasure-drugs and wand as needed to condition the mind to accept ‘pain’ for pleasure.[/i]\n\nThey were breaking minds and shattering people into nothing but toys. And they were doing it without any remorse. \n\nAnd he was hard as hell looking at it. \n\nTrying to ignore that part of the situation, Ewan left the vixen behind, putting her out of his head as he looked for his friend. She had to be in there, had to be. He scrolled through, getting more and more desperate until – \n\nThere. \n\nHe brought up Ella’s file without even thinking, and his breath caught in his throat. She only had two videos so far, and the one that was more recent showed her with her ass up and chest down. Her face was pushed away from the camera, but her pussy told how much she was enjoying getting that thick dildo pushed between her ass cheeks. Her hole flexed constantly around the toy, looking tight enough that it was able to pull out just a bit, almost like someone’s lips while sucking on a dick. \n\nAs the toy pounded into her, her empty pussy dribbled onto the table under her. He’d never seen her like this. Hell, he’d never seen her enjoying sex, at all. She’d never been frigid or anything like that, but she’d always seemed almost tuned out to anything kinky or sexual. He’d assumed that she just didn’t have that much interest in it. \n\nBut whether she did or didn’t, someone clearly wanted her to. The facility’s notes under her video files said that there was a potential buyer that wanted an equine girl that loved it up the ass. There were even notes and proposals about ‘sealing’ her pussy to encourage more. \n\nSomehow, that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Aroused, horrified, and filled with so many conflicting emotions that he didn’t know how to handle, Ewan did the first thing that he could think of: look for a release button. The registry scrolled to the bottom of Ella’s page, revealing exactly that, and he pushed it. \n\n[i]Input biometric confirmations.[/i]\n\n“…Are you fucking kidding me?!” \n\n[i]30 seconds to input biometrics.[/i]\n\n“WHAT?!”\n\nEwan panicked, shaking his head as he tried to cancel the order to release Ella. The computer refused to accept the command, redirecting him to the ‘request’ to input biometrics. He tried to get around it by logging out, but no, the computer continued to demand the biometrics. \n\n[i]Damn it, damn it, damn it…[/i]\n\nHe looked up at the door – click. It was sealed, shut down, waiting for the biometric release. The whole thing was more or less open to someone that knew the password. The registry was there for anyone to look up or ‘enjoy,’ but anyone that wanted to do anything to the products had to have their superior’s biometric data. Otherwise, the office would become a prison cell for them. \n\nEwan ripped his gadget off the side of the monitor, half-hoping to short-circuit the whole thing, but the countdown continued. He only had ten seconds left. He grabbed one of the pens from the table, jabbing it into the screen, but that didn’t do anything; it was too tough, too strong, and resisted the impact without even a crack. \n\nThe numbers counted down before his eyes. Three. Two. One. \n\nAs soon as it hit zero, the air hissed around him, a dozen vents opening up. Ewan was surrounded by purple-hued gas in seconds, heavy and warm to the touch, and it just kept coming. Even as he tried to hold his breath, his panic got the better of him, and he sucked in a lungful – \n\n“Mmmph…”\n\nAnd immediately sagged against the desk. His knees went out from under him, leaving his cheek against the screen. His head spun as he tried to think, breathing in another breath – \n\n“Nnnngh…”\n\nEach breath made him tired, made him horny, made him more and more fuzzy-headed. He strained to pull himself upright, but everything below his waist had already stopped listening to him. His arms and hands were rapidly going the same direction, leaving him helpless to do anything but breathe. \n\nThe world was fading, going fuzzy and shimmery, when the security door finally opened. Some strange figure stepped in, a silhouette with muscles and a thick frame, but Ewan was so far gone he couldn’t even talk. Couldn’t even protest as he felt thick fingers hook into his belt and pants and rip them down. His gear clattered to the floor, but it was the hands on his ass cheeks spreading them that held his fading attention. \n\n“Heh, looks like another good toy for someone with money,” the stranger said, slapping his cheeks together again. “You go ahead and take a nap, intruder; you’re going to be making us plenty of money once we figure out who you are…”\n\nEwan wanted to say something, some one-liner that would have sounded at least a little better than the whimper-moans escaping his lips, but…\n\nWell, there was nothing that he could do against all the chemicals in his lungs, brain, and blood. The drugs in the gas were just…too strong. \n\nAs he sagged against the desk, as his cheeks were held open, he could hear the footsteps of others coming. Others that would peer at him. Others that would laugh. Others that would be part of throwing him into a cell where he wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. \n\n[i]Ella…[/i]\n\nHe just hoped she’d be okay. That was his last thought before giving in and passing out over the desk. \n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n\nSummary: Ewan, a badger with some ambitions of getting a girlfriend, finds himself at a loss when she doesn’t show up. He goes looking into why, and finds quite the rabbit-hole of messed-up things. \n\nTags: M/solo, F/solo, Machines, Technophilia, Cyberpunk, Hacking, Minor Implants, Badger, Mare, Zebra, Rat, Conditioning, Training, Orgasm, Cum, Oral, Anal, Slavery, Prostitution, Series, ",
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Cyber-Training the Punk Away Part 1 For Damiekinz By Draconicon
Ewan was supposed to be on a date. The only problem was that the badger was the only one that showed up, and that wasn’t the way that a date worked.
Other people might have felt hurt, upset, even ghosted by the process, but not Ewan. Not with the female that was supposed to meet him at the restaurant. He looked up at the clock on the wall – a remnant of times long gone, at this point, with few diners bothering to use anything that wasn’t a direct uplink to someone’s cyberware – and shook his head again. Thirty minutes late. Ella was never more than five minutes late anywhere, not without calling and letting her friends know. She was too smart to let someone worry about her like that.
Something had happened. He was sure of it.
Ewan shifted back and forth in the diner booth, running his hand along the side of his head. His fingers pressed against his temples as he fought the urge to try and check in on her. It wouldn’t hurt, would it? Or would it look possessive, controlling?
The last thing that he wanted to do was look like some asshole that she should dump before they even had their first date. He already had a number of things going against him. Being a badger, he was stocky, but shorter, and had a wide pair of hips that were more suitable for, well, certain types of entertainment than being on the sports field. He didn’t even quite have that nerd-charm that some of the other guys in college had, where they were softer and smaller and just looked like they should be picked up and cared for. He had more of a…
Well, the best way that he had heard it said was by one of the jocks in the locker room.
That ass was built for plowing into the ground.
Ever since then, it’d been hard for Ewan to see himself as anything but someone that was doomed to be either stepped on, plowed down, or otherwise used. He fought it off most of the time, and he’d even set up a few freelance contracts that had done well for him, but…well, looks-wise, he wasn’t doing himself a lot of favors.
Ella was supposed to be the one that helped him get over that. The mare was supposed to give him a shot at a normal life.
But that wouldn’t happen if she wasn’t there. And thirty minutes really was getting well-past the point of worry.
Fuck it, Ewan thought, pressing his hand to the side of his head. Call Ella.
Things had advanced quickly in society once the cyberware had gone from experimental to safe and affordable. Everyone got a chip implanted in their head in their teens these days, letting the bio-ware grow in and become part of their neural network. By the time that people graduated from high school, they had what some would have called a Bluetooth network grown into their brain and nerves.
Some people muttered about the possibilities of further augmentations, of replacing limbs or even organs with cybernetics, but things hadn’t gone that far just yet. The cyberware in the brain was as far as it had really gotten so far, and that was advanced enough for society to be dealing with.
Ring ring.
Ring ring.
Ring ring.
The call symbols in the corner of his vision disappeared when Ella didn’t pick up. Ewan took his fingers from the side of his head, staring straight ahead for a few seconds before trying again.
And again.
When it didn’t go through on the third attempt, his concern turned to actual fear. No way that Ella would be ignoring his calls. It’d be going straight to her device – she didn’t bother with skull-calls, didn’t like the vibrations, she said – but that would still be easy enough to answer, easy enough to notice.
Unless something had gone way past wrong.
Not good, not good…
He’d held off from going further, not wanting to look like a stalker if he was wrong, but if she wasn’t picking up, it was time to take things further. He put his finger back to the side of his head and started running some programs he’d stored in the back of his mind. Computer programming was supposed to get him a job in the tech sector, but he’d found it much more entertaining to learn how to break into different systems, pushing through security and finding out what was hiding behind those walls.
This was no different. He hopped from the bio-ware chip to the diner’s comm network, and from there, he had a part of his senses running through the wires. It was still rough, more like having a console in front of his eyes rather than surfing the net the way that the old sci-fi novels described, but it was better than having a simple computer screen in front of him.
Ping.
Ping.
Ping.
Ewan sent out call-signals focused on Ella’s number. If nothing else, there should be something out there, something that would bounce it back.
And there was. He got a response almost immediately, pinging off the local towers. For a moment, he thought that maybe she was on her way to the restaurant after getting turned around somewhere, but…
But the signal wasn’t moving.
He pulled out a bit, adjusting the call-signal for a little more precision. He pinged it off one tower, then another, and another. It helped triangulate the source of the response signals, but it couldn’t be right.
Because the response was coming from the alley just outside the diner.
“Excuse me?”
Ewan blinked, disconnecting from the diner’s network instantly. He looked up at the boar that’d walked over, notebook in hand.
“Can I take your order, or you still thinking?” the waiter said.
“…I, uh, I think I’ll be leaving, actually. Ghosted, I guess.”
“Heh, happens to the best of us.”
“Yeah…sorry for wasting your time.”
“Eh, you take care of yourself, kid,” the forty-something waiter said, patting him on the shoulder. “Ain’t a good feeling to have some girl ditch ya. But hey, plenty of girls out there where they came from.”
Nodding, he pushed himself out of his chair and left the diner. He adjusted his jacket, pulled his shirt down a bit further, and put his hands in his pockets. After a second or two, he connected to the network again, confirmed that the phone signal was still pinging back from the alley. He walked around the building, gave a cursory glance down the little passage, but saw nobody.
…Something’s wrong…
#
Ewan returned to the diner later that night, well after the sun was down and the building was supposed to be closed. The lights were off inside as he left the taxi car, and he kept one hand in his pockets around a roll of quarters while the other fumbled in his jacket for a little something that he’d brought from home.
He tapped his head again. Still coming from the alley. No way that Ella had just lost her phone or something; if it was out there, then someone had either stolen it, or she’d dropped it, or –
Well, he’d figure it out. He wasn’t going to let his friend – and possible girlfriend – down.
Ping.
Ping.
Ping-ping.
Ping-ping-ping.
Ewan knelt down by one of the dumpsters. The signal was coming from directly underneath it. Grunting, he pushed it off to the side and found the little black box that was Ella’s phone.
Shit…
Biting his lip, the badger looked around the alley as if there was some answer that he’d missed. No sign of anyone hanging around, no homeless people, nothing that might imply that there’d been some stash here. She’d dropped her phone here in the alley, which meant that she’d been near the diner at some point.
But why would she drop it and leave no sign of herself?
…Was she brought here after being grabbed?
That was the only thing that made a lick of sense. If she’d been running through the alley and dropped the phone, there would have been some sort of scuff mark around, either from her hooves or the phone itself hitting the ground. But there wasn’t. There was a little dent on the side of the little black box, but that was all. And that meant that it had been dropped with less violence and speed.
Which meant it might have slid out of her pockets after someone dragged her here…
But why?
He looked at the alley again. On second glance, there were some marks on the concrete near the dumpster. Ewan gritted his teeth and pulled at it, dragging it a few more inches off to the side –
Bingo. There was a panel, almost like a trap door, built into the ground. He pushed the dumpster further over to completely expose it, shaking his head as he saw a keypad just over the top of it.
Someone’s keeping a basement or something under the diner…but why?
Well, there was only one way to find out. And that didn’t mean calling the cops, either. If this was just a basement, some sort of storage thing for their ingredients, then he’d look like an idiot. He doubted that they’d take any sort of report about Ella seriously after that. He had to get a look inside, just to be sure.
And if I’m right…then I look a little cooler saving her.
He chuckled despite himself, shaking his head as he reached into his jacket pocket again. Pulling out a small, metal-backed plastic square, he rested it against the keypad. A little spark shot through the security device as Ewan tapped his head and logged into his little gadget.
Let’s get through this lock…
This was one of those little freelance projects that had never found a buyer, but more because it wasn’t entirely legal than because it didn’t work. The little square functioned as a booster to his hacking abilities, allowing it to process different keycodes and brute force options at a far higher speed than his organic brain could muster on its own. It wasn’t foolproof, but it was damn good at getting him into places that he wasn’t supposed to be able to go.
And it had that lovely little feature of being able to test a password without prompting a shutdown for entering the wrong one. That was its defining success.
He knelt by the trapdoor for one minute, two, three as he brute-forced one password after another. The device sped it up and kept track of the ones that they had already used, determining that there were sixteen digits with the possible entries running 0-9. Lacking letters, it meant that there were less total password possibilities, but there were still quite a few.
Four minutes in, the lock clicked. The badger smirked and pulled the little pad off the keypad, pushed the trap door up, and looked inside.
Red lights…that’s never a good sign…
There was, however, a ladder running down, which meant that it was going to be a bit of a drop. He muttered a little thanks that there was clearly someone bigger around than he was that worked here, turned around, and started the process of climbing down. The darkness swallowed him up, the red a horror glare around him, and the trap door shut overhead as soon as he was out of the way.
Auto-close. But not anything to move the dumpster…
Someone was used to having others up above to do that for them. Which meant that the diner at least knew that this was down here. Whether they were involved or not, he didn’t know, but they were at the very least informed about it. Possibly on the take to look the other way and not be involved –
“You hear about that new buyer?”
Ewan froze in mid-motion, his shoe about to slide off a rung at the quasi-familiar voice. Not common, but he’d heard it recently. Where –
“That one looking at the mare? Yeah, said something about wanting a girlfriend.”
“Heh, well, there’s plenty of those down here. Boyfriends, too, if he wanted that.”
“Pfft. You know the rich guys we get. Scared of looking like homos. As if they’re not thinking of ass-fucking half the bitches on their payrolls.”
That one talking about boyfriends. The one that mentioned the new buyer. That was the same voice as the boar in the diner. Ewan’s breath caught in his throat as he heard them coming closer, hoping against hope that they weren’t making their way to the ladder and the surface.
“Yeah, but they can’t have the public thinking that, can they?” the other, unknown one said. “And besides, it’s not like it matters to us. We get paid either way.”
“Yeah, I guess. Still, at least we get to keep more of the guys.”
“Heh. Ass-man?”
“Fucking right, I am. And the guys look better taking it.”
“I still think it’s just because they’re not supposed to.”
“Hey, whatever the reason, can’t tell me that a big ass jiggling around your dick isn’t one of the best things in the world.”
“Heh, got me there…”
Their voices were fading away, which meant that they had to be going down another tunnel. Ewan slowly let go of the breath he’d been holding and continued the climb down.
Boyfriends, girlfriends for sale…that doesn’t sound good…
Hell, that sounded like a meat market or something like that. A slavery ring. He doubted that Ella would be the sort of person that would go for that, though. They might have kidnapped her, but she’d be giving them hell.
Which would mean that they’d start –
No, he wasn’t going to think about what they’d do to try and make her submit. Whatever dark things that they had down here for that, it wasn’t something that he needed to think about right now. For now…for now, he would focus on the important thing, which was finding her in the first place.
Now that he knew that there were other people down here, he could be more cautious. He hit the bottom of the ladder and turned around. A long hallway led to a T-junction about fifteen feet away, all lit with red light. He could just make out a few crates in the distance, one of them slightly covering the intersection.
Hoping that sort of cover would continue throughout the underground, Ewan crouched down and crawled forward. He was all the more conscious of his own size and thickness, but he put it out of his mind.
All he had to do was find Ella, and then they could get out of here. Leaving her behind to get the cops was the furthest thing from his mind; letting these people touch her, use her, hurt her was fucking unacceptable.
#
The underground went on further than he’d imagined. The whole thing was a mess of tunnels near the ladder, but every twenty or thirty feet, he found a sealed metal door pressed against the wall. It was so thick that he couldn’t tell what was happening on the other side, and rather than keypads, there were biometric scanners on the doors. They clearly didn’t want anyone getting through that wasn’t supposed to be there.
More than that, there was more security than he expected. Not so much in the way of electronics – which he could have handled – but people. Thick, broad-shouldered, big people, ranging from wolves to bears to rhinos. Every one of them loomed tall when they walked by, and the only things that Ewan had to his advantage was the fact that he was very good at keeping low, and the fact that they seemed more interested in keeping an eye on their inmates than looking for any intruders.
After who knew how long of crouching, sneaking, skulking, and hiding behind opportune crates and other obstacles, Ewan found an open door. He paused at the frame, looked both ways to make sure that another guard wasn’t coming his way, and slowly leaned around it to look inside.
It was an office, one with a single computer facing away from the door, and a few wall monitors all around. No cameras, either, which was to his benefit. The badger slid inside, shut the door, and locked it tight; he imagined that whoever’s office this was usually did that and just forgot about it this time.
“Okay, this feels like a manager’s spot,” he muttered, looking around at the paperwork cast about on the desk, the write-ups that were here and there, and the receipts that he really didn’t want to think about. “Which means that this terminal probably has a lot of camera access and log records…”
Which would give him a chance to find where Ella was, and whoever else was trapped in this dungeon. He walked around the desk, glanced at the locked door one more time, then back at the screen.
“Okay, let’s get logged in here…”
The little metal pad came out again, and he pressed it against the side of the machine. This one asked for a username and a password, but no biometrics. Not yet, at least. He finagled his way through the first screen, forcing himself to take his time to avoid any little trips or traps that were in the system. Just because nothing had activated so far didn’t mean –
“Gah-ah…”
Ewan bit his tongue as he barely kept from tripping one such digi-trap. There was a nearly invisible firewall around the password box, one that would have taken a password check as a password input. He breathed out slowly, changing the box’s run-order to make sure that he didn’t trip that one by accident. No need for alarms, no need for guards.
As the seconds ticked by, he looked up at the door. Nothing yet, no sign of some superior, but he knew that there had to be one somewhere. Maybe they were out of the underground for the night, or maybe they had gone on a snack run, but he couldn’t count on the office remaining safe forever. He had to get into the system. He had to see where the hell they were keeping –
Password accepted.
“Finally,” the badger muttered, looking down at the screen. “Let’s see what we got here…”
There was a registry of ‘products’ and one for ‘clients,’ both of them kept completely separate as far as he could tell. The third entry in the system was simply ‘sales,’ and he doubted that would give him anything he wanted, but –
What if she was already sold?
Fear gripped him, and he knew that he couldn’t move on until he checked. He opened the last registry.
There was no sign of Ella’s name, nor any mare of her description. Breathing out a huff of relief, he turned back to the other two registries.
He hesitated. He knew for a fact that this was going to be messed up, depraved. It would probably leave a mark on him for the rest of his life.
The badger wasn’t even a cop. He played at being a detective from time to time, and the very fact that he had managed to find this secret facility said that he was at least a little good at it, but at the same time…
At the same time, he wasn’t a professional. This wasn’t the sort of thing that he should be doing. He should have called the cops on the surface, should have kept out of the underground, should have turned around as soon as he heard the guards talking about selling boyfriends and girlfriends to people. At the very least, the whoring would have been enough to get the police to come and check the place out, and that would have been easy.
But he was here now, and nobody else was. And he might not even be able to get out without getting attention now. His only chance was to look through the registry and see if there was a way to shut this all down.
He opened the folder and was immediately assaulted with a wave of pornography.
“Oh my god…”
Each ‘product’ was highlighted with an image. The first one was a zebra mare, tied down on all fours with her face toward the camera and a dildo rammed so far down her throat that the tip was bulging out against the front of her neck. He stared at the image, unable to look away –
Click.
The connection between his cyberware and the pad on the side of the computer must have taken a subconscious thought and run with it. The registry went further, opening the files on the zebra, and –
“Ulk, ulk, ulk.”
He could hear her glukking and swallowing around the dildo as a machine rammed it down her throat over and over and over again. His eyes were locked to the screen, unable to look away as her breasts swayed forward, back, forward, back, nipples hard as could be, her eyes glazed over as she took the machine-dick down her neck again and again.
This is…this is…
Another video. Same zebra mare, same position, but this time with the machine pulling the dildo all the way out of her mouth before ramming it down her throat again. He could see the full length of it, a shaft that was nearly three inches longer than his own going down her neck before pulling out again. In. Out. In. Out. Wet as could be, fake as one could like, but she still swallowed around it eagerly.
He had to click away, not sure if he was sick or aroused or both. His stomach felt like it was jumping about, but his cock was hard as hell in his pants, and he shivered as he felt a tingle of fear running down his spine.
Ewan forced himself back to the screen, scrolling down the registry. Another ‘product,’ this time a rat –
Click.
His mind was running wild and his self-control was disappearing, leaving him with nothing but horrified curiosity. The image opened. A male rat, legs spread, sitting upright with his cock covered in electrodes. His hips were almost as wide as Ewan’s were, he realized absently, but –
“Ahhh…mmmph…nnngh…”
The rat moaned, and he moaned more convincingly than any of the pornos that Ewan had watched in his college dorm. He watched with rapt fascination as the muscles in the rat’s thighs kept tensing up, as the electrodes forced the nerves and muscles and more to respond to some other programming.
Tense.
Tighten.
Pulse.
And the rat’s balls danced to the electro-stimulation coming through. He didn’t scream, nor did he make any indication that he was in pain. If anything, the rodent looked completely blissed-out with his treatment, unable to notice the rest of the world around him, idly humping the air.
Pulse. Pulse. Pulse.
When the rat looked at the camera, his eyes were half-empty, glazed, but not drained. He moaned, a mouthed word – ‘Please’ – seen before –
“Nnngh!”
The pads must have changed. The rat’s cock jumped, cum jetting from his cock without a touch. Pulse, pulse, pulse; the pads sent some signal through the rat’s crotch, his balls jumping, fat orbs pressed tight to his groin as his seed was forced out of him, blasting through the air to some collection vessel.
Ewan looked away, exiting the file. Gods…gods, this was messed up, but…
Why? Why is it so…
He didn’t know why it was hot. He didn’t know if he was imagining himself in their positions or thinking of what he’d do. All he knew was that it was damn hard to think, and getting harder as he saw each new video. His pants felt tight, tighter than ever around his throbbing shaft.
Keep looking. Find Ella.
He scrolled through the thumbnails and kept his intrusive thoughts to a minimum. No more opening every registry, no more looking through them. It didn’t matter if he saw an older badger male getting his ass rutted by a machine. It didn’t matter if he saw a bear moaning from having his hole tongued out. It didn’t matter if some mouse had his face pressed against a fleshlight and got his tongue trained in how to eat pussy. It didn’t –
Flicker.
One trapped him, and his mouth hung open as he realized what he was looking at. The vixen in the other room didn’t mean anything to him, wasn’t familiar in the slightest, but this was one that he’d seen before. The electrodes all over her stomach, her legs spread and a vibrator wand pressed right under her clit, the gasping and whimpering and clear indications of pain and pleasure all at once –
They’re training her…they’re making…making her want to breed…
Ewan stared at the video on display, unable to look away. It was like watching something out of a dystopian tale where random people would be just…customized for the pleasures of those with money. He looked down at the notes under the videos.
Buyer wants a product that craves breeding. Enhance shock-treatment to train labor ‘pains,’ continue to apply pleasure-drugs and wand as needed to condition the mind to accept ‘pain’ for pleasure.
They were breaking minds and shattering people into nothing but toys. And they were doing it without any remorse.
And he was hard as hell looking at it.
Trying to ignore that part of the situation, Ewan left the vixen behind, putting her out of his head as he looked for his friend. She had to be in there, had to be. He scrolled through, getting more and more desperate until –
There.
He brought up Ella’s file without even thinking, and his breath caught in his throat. She only had two videos so far, and the one that was more recent showed her with her ass up and chest down. Her face was pushed away from the camera, but her pussy told how much she was enjoying getting that thick dildo pushed between her ass cheeks. Her hole flexed constantly around the toy, looking tight enough that it was able to pull out just a bit, almost like someone’s lips while sucking on a dick.
As the toy pounded into her, her empty pussy dribbled onto the table under her. He’d never seen her like this. Hell, he’d never seen her enjoying sex, at all. She’d never been frigid or anything like that, but she’d always seemed almost tuned out to anything kinky or sexual. He’d assumed that she just didn’t have that much interest in it.
But whether she did or didn’t, someone clearly wanted her to. The facility’s notes under her video files said that there was a potential buyer that wanted an equine girl that loved it up the ass. There were even notes and proposals about ‘sealing’ her pussy to encourage more.
Somehow, that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Aroused, horrified, and filled with so many conflicting emotions that he didn’t know how to handle, Ewan did the first thing that he could think of: look for a release button. The registry scrolled to the bottom of Ella’s page, revealing exactly that, and he pushed it.
Input biometric confirmations.
“…Are you fucking kidding me?!”
30 seconds to input biometrics.
“WHAT?!”
Ewan panicked, shaking his head as he tried to cancel the order to release Ella. The computer refused to accept the command, redirecting him to the ‘request’ to input biometrics. He tried to get around it by logging out, but no, the computer continued to demand the biometrics.
Damn it, damn it, damn it…
He looked up at the door – click. It was sealed, shut down, waiting for the biometric release. The whole thing was more or less open to someone that knew the password. The registry was there for anyone to look up or ‘enjoy,’ but anyone that wanted to do anything to the products had to have their superior’s biometric data. Otherwise, the office would become a prison cell for them.
Ewan ripped his gadget off the side of the monitor, half-hoping to short-circuit the whole thing, but the countdown continued. He only had ten seconds left. He grabbed one of the pens from the table, jabbing it into the screen, but that didn’t do anything; it was too tough, too strong, and resisted the impact without even a crack.
The numbers counted down before his eyes. Three. Two. One.
As soon as it hit zero, the air hissed around him, a dozen vents opening up. Ewan was surrounded by purple-hued gas in seconds, heavy and warm to the touch, and it just kept coming. Even as he tried to hold his breath, his panic got the better of him, and he sucked in a lungful –
“Mmmph…”
And immediately sagged against the desk. His knees went out from under him, leaving his cheek against the screen. His head spun as he tried to think, breathing in another breath –
“Nnnngh…”
Each breath made him tired, made him horny, made him more and more fuzzy-headed. He strained to pull himself upright, but everything below his waist had already stopped listening to him. His arms and hands were rapidly going the same direction, leaving him helpless to do anything but breathe.
The world was fading, going fuzzy and shimmery, when the security door finally opened. Some strange figure stepped in, a silhouette with muscles and a thick frame, but Ewan was so far gone he couldn’t even talk. Couldn’t even protest as he felt thick fingers hook into his belt and pants and rip them down. His gear clattered to the floor, but it was the hands on his ass cheeks spreading them that held his fading attention.
“Heh, looks like another good toy for someone with money,” the stranger said, slapping his cheeks together again. “You go ahead and take a nap, intruder; you’re going to be making us plenty of money once we figure out who you are…”
Ewan wanted to say something, some one-liner that would have sounded at least a little better than the whimper-moans escaping his lips, but…
Well, there was nothing that he could do against all the chemicals in his lungs, brain, and blood. The drugs in the gas were just…too strong.
As he sagged against the desk, as his cheeks were held open, he could hear the footsteps of others coming. Others that would peer at him. Others that would laugh. Others that would be part of throwing him into a cell where he wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon.
Ella…
He just hoped she’d be okay. That was his last thought before giving in and passing out over the desk.
The End
Summary: Ewan, a badger with some ambitions of getting a girlfriend, finds himself at a loss when she doesn’t show up. He goes looking into why, and finds quite the rabbit-hole of messed-up things.