Tags: Shadowrun, Male cyberneticist doctor / his female triple amputee patient, bondage, oral sex, sex, sexy mask


Odessa had asked her bosses for more hours and more work. They'd awarded it gladly now that she could do more than sit at a desk. She had always had an in at the Orphanarium anyway, having grown up there. Most of the board had lived there at least part of their life and they liked to hire from within. Even though most kids were able to grow up and move on if they didn't find somewhere else to live and some other path in life, Odessa had not been one of them.

A fear of leaving the nest was what originally kept her working at the Orphanarium writing grants and sending letters to megacorps to try to weasel surplus supplies out of them by explaining that they could use it as a tax write-off. She minded the kids and tutored some when they got home from schools, but with her limbs deteriorating she'd cut her hours down with time. Her bosses--her family, in many ways--were happy to see her in such good shape.

She told them and anyone who asked that she'd found a non-profit and jumped through their hoops, had been filing paperwork for more than a year to get her limbs. People believed her, because any alternative seemed so implausible.

Another element of Odessa's daily life changed. Under her clothes she kept a secret--the orange silk. Getting it off the first time had been an exhausting challenge for the ages, but she had kept it for herself. To play with. Using a mix of guides on the net and her own innovations she had been able to tie it around herself in all kinds of ornate patterns, though she was never quite able to mimic Nite Crawler's set-up.

While it made her wet to walk in public with silk squeezing her skin tightly under her clothes, nothing she could tie herself could compare to the pleasure of hanging in his web. She wasn't an exhibitionist who wanted it to be known that she was tied up, nor did she get off on the idea of being secretive in public--she just wanted that blessed feeling of constriction on her body.


Odessa was perfectly prompt to the minute for her next appointment with Nite Crawler, and brought with her a backpack full of supplies that she had been informed by her downstairs neighbor--an orc whose dogs she often housesat while he was out Running--would be necessary for any fledgeling Shadowrunner.

She knocked on the door to Nite Crawler’s office, her stomach's butterflies dancing. She didn’t have the orange ropes on today--that would be redundant.

A painful amount of her last month had been dedicated to worrying about Rin and Shadowrunning. The euphoria of being tied up had worn off once she’d managed to get out of the knots to change her clothes, but after that came guilt for Rin. She had finally rationalized it for herself, figuring that getting arms repossessed was the kind of thing that a person could expect if they made a deal and went back on it.

The door slid open, but the doctor was no where to be found. Instead the walls on either side of the office were lit up with hundreds of neon creatures. Spiders. Every single one of them glowing a different color of neon. They moved together within their glass enclosures. Odessa was quietly awed by the spiders, but not enormously surprised to see them. They fit his aesthetic, she thought, though it concerned her to see more than one kept in the same enclosure--but she decided that he probably knew what he was doing. When the door closed behind her, she called out a pleasant, "Hello!"

"Welcome back." His voice came from behind her, he was standing in the small place between her and the door, nearly pressed against her back. 

She jumped up, forward, and spun to look at him in surprise. After a moment of recognition she blushed deeply for her reaction. "Hey! You got me."

When he moved he was impossibly quiet. "I noticed you set up your proxy but are still going by the name Odessa." He walked over to his operating area, beckoning her to follow.

"I don't have anything better," she said with a slouched shrug, following him. But he had reminded her-- "After the first night I was here someone tried to talk to me, I don't know what they wanted. I told 'em to fuck off but it was uh... unnerving. Nothing after that though. Should I be concerned?"

Beneath his mask he cocked an eyebrow. "Perhaps, what did they say?" He had known of this hacker for some time, a mysterious little nuisance that had cost him more Runners than he was proud to admit. Though, he trusted that Odessa would know better than to betray him. That was why he showed her what he had done to Rin, after all. Of course there was no need to have Odessa there with him when he did that. The mission with Rin was one he could have done with all eight eyes closed.

"I can show you," she said, checking her commlink, scrolling back through a few conversations to the garbled one with the blurred name of the person who had talked to her. She turned the small holographic screen to him.

He was silent as he read and anger built beneath his mask. It showed through his voice. "If they contact you again, call me. Some Runners are not to fond of my work, or simply don't have the stomach for the Runs I send them on. In return they backlash and attempt to ruin my business." He had hoped this was the case. He’d enjoy tearing the cybernetics from whoever this was.

She nodded and withdrew her wrist from him, turning off the screen. "Will do," she said. She wasn’t entirely sure that she had the stomach for his kind of Runs, she was only certain that she intended to steel herself to them to keep herself in working order. The last month of her life with parts from Nite Crawler had been one of the best of her life.

"Now that we have that out of the way, are you ready for your check-up?" He indicated the place for her to stand so he could web her up. He’d spent all month looking forward to getting to watch her get exhausted with arousal all over again.

Odessa had looked forward to very much the same thing. She took off her backpack and coat so that she just had her short shorts and tank top on now. Before she'd worn these things to prevent heating problems, but in the last month she'd found herself enjoying just showing off her legs and arm. No one else had anything like them, and for the first time in her life she’d been getting compliments for her prostheses rather than looks of pity. "Ready," she said, standing back in the place.

"I apologize, but I'm going to need to get a good look at your joints and ribs. Last time was difficult with your shorts and shirt on. It would make my work simpler if you could remove them." As he said this he was suddenly within her personal bubble and tugging gently on the hem of her shorts.

She would have taken them off herself but if he was going to do the job she'd allow it gladly. Odessa's cheeks lit up red as he tugged them down and got a full view of her panties--light blue with darker edges. In front they exposed the seams of her hip sockets.

Once the shorts fell to the floor he stepped away from her, fiddling with the little device that commanded the webbing arms. She peeled off her shirt and immediately felt goosebumps from excitement, tossing it aside and kicking away her shorts. Nite Crawler glanced back at her to smile at her light blue bra. He stood still and watched attentively for the arms to web her and tie their knots. It gave Odessa the shakes, but with him watching her she did her best to stand like a statue and let the arms work.

She was disappointed, slightly, finding that her reactions to the ropes weren’t what they had been last time. I’m burnt out, she thought guiltily. Tying herself up every day might not have been the best idea. Oh, they still got her wet and made her heart race, but she wasn’t falling to pieces like before.

Finishing with several knots on her back she was hoisted into the air. Nite Crawler circled her to stand in her blind spot.

 "Now, this may be a problem." He noticed the panties covered the seams of her cybernetics in the back. Not really a problem, easy to push aside like he had last time. The doctor reached up a finger, tracing it across her labia--she made a surprised gasp again when he touched her--before grabbing the fabric over her buttocks with his thumb and forefinger and pulling it up in order to expose her prostheses’ seams. 

It had lingered in her mind since last time, the question as to whether or not it was something he'd done because he wanted to or because it was medically necessary. His choice to touch her there this time rather than to pull from her hips cemented her belief that it was his own reasons. And, hanging upside down with cables cradling her torso, Odessa became very turned-on and very embarrassed thinking it.

She couldn't quite see what he was doing, but he took a rather long minute looking before he began to prod around with his two pronged tool. "How're the nerve endings I put in? Any phantom pains or sensations I should know about?" He prodded and shocked the metal legs as he did.

"No problems at all," she stammered, shutting her eyes and trying not to think about the burning between her legs and how her she kept wishing he'd touch her there again. "I've been running again, I haven't since I first got my adult legs. The new lung is, it's amazing too. No more coughing and I can really breathe."

"I'm glad to hear it." His voice was a little dismissive as he examined her joints, already there was wear.  She must have been running a lot. "If you're gonna keep this exercise up these legs won't last without my tune ups." 

He pressed another tool deep in her joint and worked it around. The sensation was almost ticklish. There was so much to admire on her body. The way her hips held the robotic legs, and the way her shoulder tensed as it lifted her arm. It was as if her body was made to wear prostheses. It was a shame she didn’t have more. Then again, there were always more dangerous runs in the future and there could always be more experimental limbs to attach. 

She covered her mouth and made a few soft noises of amusement as he dug into the joint. Odessa did her best to master herself, replying with as much control as possible, "I need to run. It just feels so good. I learned my lesson about keeping these things in good shape."

"Yes, I'm sure you have. I bet your last doctor would have been appalled to see your legs in the shape in which you brought them to me." He continued to work on her knees, moving between the two. Her doctor was actually thrilled to see her interested in running and jogging recreationally. It offered the chance to try out his latest model of experimental legs with ligaments made from the very spider web that strung her up and shock resistors that were probably making running easier than it ever was for her.

"I feel bad about that," she said. "He was really nice to me. I liked him a lot. But I couldn't pay to keep going to him, so I stopped making appointments. I didn't want to waste his time and money."

"I should hope you don't plan on wasting my time," his hand grabbed her mechanical thigh, digging his fingers against the sensitive metal. "I won't be as kind as your last doctor when it comes to missing appointments or payments." There was always time to slip in a threat. While Nite Crawler could tell that Odessa wouldn’t be running off so soon, he wanted her to keep in mind the repercussions of denying him.

She squeaked nervously, feeling she had done nothing to deserve being threatened. "Believe me, I won't! I won't! I'm actually looking forward to getting more into Shadowrunning."

"I know you’re lying, most of my long-term patients don’t even look forward to that." The ones that did were usually the ones that asked for hidden weapons within their cyberlimbs. He relaxed his grip and finished off her knees. "You'll need a name. You can't go around calling yourself Odessa."

The ropes flipped her back up so she was facing his mask. "I don't know the names of most of my patients, but when you contacted me on your unprotected commlink using the same name that appears on your SIN card it makes it very easy to track you down. You should be grateful I don't use such information against you."

That embarrassed her further. "I really don't know what I'd call myself. Did you... track me down?"

"I didn't need to. You handed me all your information when you contacted me. This is why I told you to set up a proxy so the next time you contact someone you're not spilling all your personal secrets. It's no wonder that hacker got a hold of you after our first appointment."

She felt like an idiot but was grateful for his advice. "Well, I got everything set up now. Except the name."

"Your name will protect you from MegaCorps, other Shadowrunners, and people like me. When the shadows fall, you're no longer Odessa, got it?" 

She thought about it, and finally went with something that came to mind. "Does anyone use the name Dandelion?"

"None that I know of." Tracing a finger along the yellow plating of her legs he smirked beneath his mask. "The name suits you."

"It was the first yellow thing I thought of," she said, smiling. "And... it's my favorite color too, how did you know that, by the way, when you painted the legs?"

"I just re-upped the paint that had peeled away." He tapped on the metal casing and remembered a time long past. 

~
"Don't you worry, we'll get you brand new legs. They'll be much better than those pesky flesh ones you had before." Dr. Tipton's smile could light up a room. "I'll tell you what." 

He placed his hands on his knees as he bent down to be more at her eye level as she sat in her wheelchair. "I'll even let you pick the color of your new legs. What's your favorite color, Odessa?"
~

She smiled. "That explains it. My last doctor let me pick when I was a kid," she told him, looking up at the yellow. She had never regretted the color choice, and had only felt sad when the old colors had peeled off with time.

The intricate web of rope turned her towards him, and he took her wrist and extended her arm. Checking the joints and systems it seemed to be in working order, arms always tended to need less upkeep than legs with the exception of the fingers. "The rest is looking good, I don't think your new lung will need a filter yet, but if you start to feel a shortness of breath please let me know next session."

"Okay," she said, nodding. She was grateful to be upright again, her head had started feeling woozy. But the moment that the blood could run more normally again, and she was able to look at the doctor, a light shudder passed through her when she remembered the heat between her legs. "It's been great so far. Really, I can't thank you enough."

Great, maybe except for the time she’d accompanied him in tearing off that woman’s arms. But Odessa had just accepted that, justified it to herself. Anything as long as it wasn’t her arm and legs.

"Save your praise, Dandelion. You have time to thank me yet." Stepping away from his web he looked out to the window and folded his arms behind his back. "There's nothing I need of you yet. When the time comes before our next appointment I'll come to you and ask this favor of you."

“Okay,” she said, hanging comfortably in his web still. She kicked her legs and let herself swing slightly, biting her lower lip at the shifting pressures in the cables.

Nite Crawler seemed distracted, not noticing her and not letting her down. She tried to make conversation. "I guess you have some kind of fascination with tying folks up?" she asked, and a certain hopefulness showed through. 

"You could say that." Nite Crawler turned back to her and stepped closer. It was time to show his hand, to take what he’d wanted to take since she entered the office of Dr. Tipton. "And I guess you have a bit more than a simple fascination with being tied up."

She froze, and looked at him at first with shock, and then sheepishly with a guilty smile as her blonde hair fell back over her left eye. Odessa was so shocked by his assertion that she let out a nervous little exhalation. And she knew better than to deny it. "So what if I do?"

"Then I'd say you have a reason other than your prostheses to come here." The same way he’d always had a reason other than money to have her as his patient on the thirty-fourth floor. She didn’t know the pleasure she’d brought him. How could she? She was only a girl when they first met, but that didn’t stop the urge that filled him whenever his hands explored her body in order to tune up her legs or change the filter in her lung. Now she was finally a full grown woman, caught in his web. Beneath his pants an erection raged as he thought of all the times he wished he had little Odessa up in his web, now with her finally here, both of them on the cusp of acknowledging the possiblity of sex, he could barely contain himself.

Her jaw dropped, and then she frowned. Again Odessa opened her mouth to try to speak, but she was clearly just far too flustered to come up with anything that she didn't think was too rude or inappropriate.

"I could let you down now, but why bother untangling yourself when you and I both know you’ll just wish you were back up in my web?" He stepped in closer and put a hand on her mechanical shoulder and ran it down her bicep. They both knew it was true. A surge of arousal bloomed in the pit of her stomach.

She looked at him abashedly, angling her face away from his mask slightly, then looking at him with a bit more curiosity. All at once Odessa realized that this was flirting. Her abilities here were nearly non-existent. Then, in a playfully accusing tone, "I knew you were being too touchy."

Shaking his head. "I was being a doctor, I think you simply reacted to my touch more." Of course he was being touchy, how could he not? He had to make up for lost time after all.

An enormous wet spot had appeared between her metal thighs, clearly visible to him.

Now he didn’t hesitate to make his intentions plain. Nite Crawler pressed a finger into the wet spot. "Is it just from being tied up? Or do you get this wet for all your doctors?" In all his years tuning her up in the past, she had never been this wet, though once in a while, he would notice the unmistakable squirm of pleasure if he worked on the insides of her thighs and let a hand stray. Though, the morals of Dr. Tipton kept him from doing what Nite Crawler was about to do.

She inhaled, lifted up her legs to her chest to curl them against her torso while she bit her lower lip and groaned. 

"It's..." she wanted to be honest. "It's just... everything."

Oh no, she realized. Oh no, I'm falling for a crazy person. A Shadowrunning underground doctor who will tear out my legs and arm if I ever make him mad. Oh no.

"Tell me, are you enjoying your exciting new life as Runner? Your new legs." He grabbed and caressed her metal thighs, admiring his own craftsmanship as he ran his thumb over the place where metal became skin.

She shuddered at the grip on her, the legs’ yellow undersides up to face him now. "I love having the ability to run. I love functioning and moving when I want to without pain. I love autonomy. I mean it, I'll do anything to stay this way."

"Anything?" With a dark voice his hand pulled up the web control device, readying it for her answer.

"You know I would," she breathed, making eye contact with his mask. "You showed me Rin for a reason."

"Then impress me," There was a blur of motion as the web spun around and hung her upside down, her face at his crotch level.

Her breath caught in her throat again, heart pounding with her eyes inches from the front of his pants. She understood what he wanted. "I haven’t ever... done this," she confessed, reaching up to touch his crotch with her human hand. She wouldn’t have been shocked to find him with a semi, but having an erection this strong? She was astounded that any human could be that hard already. Nite Crawler, however had been waiting for this moment for a long time and his erection was simply proof of that.

"Oh please, I'm sure you've had plenty of boyfriends with that pretty little face of yours." His hand reached down and clasped onto her cheek as his eight eyes looked down at her.

She looked up at him, a little hurt and a little flattered. "No," she admitted. “Guys don’t want girls that are half machine, who can’t go places with them because it hurts.”

Here I am, he thought, the man who not only likes girls who are half machine, he makes them that way.

She observed his silent gaze. "What's wrong?" She asked him. "It's, is it a problem?"

"Not at all." His hand tightened on her face, slid around to wrap about the back of her head to pull her in closer. The anticipation was killing him, he’d waited ten years for this but now only a few minutes were unbearable to him. Odessa relished his touch on her cheek, the pull of the ropes on her shoulders as she hung upside down. 

He gave a soft order, "Get to work."

She shuddered an inhalation and gently fumbled with the front of his pants, opening them and pushing his underwear down, out of the way. His throbbing member bounced out from his underwear and loomed over her hand. 

He found himself smirking and making bad jokes. "I may not be able to give you a sucker after your treatment, but here's something you can suck on."

She blushed at his words and twisted her head to press her lips curiously to the soft skin of his shaft to see what it felt like, then parted her lips to run her tongue from his tip to his base over the soft skin there. With every breath she inhaled his masculine scent and loved it. He craned his head to get a good look at her as her mouth graced his cock. 

She felt the light from his orange eyes beat down on her in the darklight. Odessa liked it, liked those eight spider eyes. Her thighs pressed together subconsciously, rubbing together with excitement while her lips played along his shaft and explored him. The human hand touched his balls, cradled them in her palm.

With his eyes watching her every move with detailed precision he wondered what exactly it was that made her so open. She didn't fear him as much as the other patients did and he liked that about her, even though he had cultivated an identity around being a scary guy. Even before this he’d liked her, but without seeing her for four years he had thought that he wouldn’t see her again, and his passions had faded. He was so happy to have her back.

Her breathing was heavy--worked up by the intense thrill of the situation, the wildness of her second time being upside down with a masked creep who owned about half of her bodyweight. The first time she would ever give a man head. Her lips wrapped around the head of his cock and she gave a hesitant suck. There was an audible groan that escaped his lips as his cock entered her mouth. This is it. What he’s been waiting for. The patient that got away now strung up in his web and sucking on his cock as if it were as sweet as the lollipops he once gave her.

"Oh, Odessa," he exclaimed in pleasure. His nails dug into her scalp and pulled her head closer. "You're going to have to keep this up.”

Her heart fluttered to hear her name from him and she leaned in, taking him more deeply into her mouth, wanting to hear another animal moan from him to prove that he was human under that mask. His fingers trembled on her head.

She felt the shudder to his grip and became more assertive, grabbing his thigh with her robotic arm and rubbed the back of her tongue against the head of his cock. Something between a gasp and a moan echoed from beneath the mask as she did.  His noises made her gush, made the wet spot on her panties grow in circumference where he could plainly see. The man’s spare hand reached up to grab one of her thighs and trail his fingers down to her vulva. It was the girl’s turn to moan uncontrollably and he smiled wickedly at her squirming body hanging in front of him. Nite Crawler was almost wishing she could visit more than just once a month, it was a greedy thought. He didn’t record these sessions like her old ones, but almost wished he could have.

Odessa tilted her head and circled him with her tongue, experimenting with him to make sure that she could give him something he would enjoy. She wasn't stupid enough to expect this nightmarish man to fall in love with her, but she was stupid enough to think that she could invest her own emotions into him. But this was… good. She was tired of masturbating with her robotic arm with its nerves off, pretending that someone else was playing with her. She wanted to have sex.

He reluctantly pried himself from her mouth. Her lips pulled from his cock with an audible 'pop' sound. The doctor moved his web around one more, turning her back upright. He spoke, surprised to find that he was already sounding slightly winded. "Thanks for the start up, but we've got some real work to get to now." 

The ropes would have made it impossible to get her panties off, so his fingers moved the crotch aside. The wet fabric left strings of cum to her swollen labia as he peeled it away. Her head lolled back and her chest heaved. She wanted this, she wanted this badly--a moan tore from her when his thumb brushed over her exposed clitoris. He throbbed seeing her tender flesh. This time was unlike the peeks he took while she was passed out in his office on the thirty-fourth floor. Perhaps it was how wet she was, or even the simple fact that she was willingly showing it. Either way, the heat in his loins rivaled hers.

She asked him an impolite question on impulse, "Do you do this with all your clients?' Odessa found herself hoping that she was unique, special. That his attention was undivided. Fantasies more fit for a naive girl than a new Shadowrunner. After she spoke she heard the foolishness, rudeness in her question.

"You're the first." Nite Crawler humored her. In fact, there had been few sexual relations in his life. It was as if he had been holding out for her, for that patient he lusted for so intensely to show up at his door. Nite Crawler pressed in, rubbing the his shaft on her wet lips, sliding it between her labia to rub her clitoris. At the touch of his sex she made another sound of longing and wrapped her legs around him as if to pull him in. She was impossibly warm and wet, he was coated in her fluids in no time. As much as he wanted to enter her and drive his cock deep within the hole he’d fantasized of entering for so long, he couldn’t help but tease her, to make her want him as much as he wanted her. "It's also not every day I make Shadowrunners, most of them are already deep in the shadows by the time they come talk to me."

"I needed parts," she explained, panting and shaking, "And I needed work. This is what I needed."

She just wanted him to fuck her now. That was what she was convinced she really needed. His hot member inside of her. She felt a pain from being so hollow.

"I'm glad you chose to come to me," he said, and obliged her fantasies as well as his own. There wasn't much time between when he spoke and when he glanced down to line himself up and penetrate her smoothly.

Odessa cried out and her robotic legs hooked and tightened around his midsection. Her hands snapped around his neck and tensed so that she had trapped him in an embrace. His heart pounded like a bass drum. How many years had this been a staple fantasy of his? Perhaps not the ropes, he could take or leave those with sex, but Odessa? She had long been the object of his desire, ever since that little girl rolled into his office with that frightened look on her face, fearing she’d never be the same again. Little did she know, that he would never be the same after laying eyes on her either.

To see her now as an adult, fitted with the finest prostheses in the world so that she was half human and half his art, she was more perfect than ever, and her vagina’s throttling tightness did not disappoint him in the least.

"Oh my god," she breathed, sounding surprised and baffled. "Oh my god." 

Any reply she might have given to his words fluttered out of her mind. Being penetrated by something other than her own fingers for the first time was an all-consuming experience. Nite Crawler grabbed her hips more roughly, half on metal and half on flesh, and thrust his hips. With each thrust, the web stretched back only to snap back into place, slamming her back down onto his shaft.

She crooned to him, "Oh my god." 

Yes I am, the thought he would never let escape his lips. After all, it was him that created her. Made her who she was today, the shining pinnacle of prosthetic beauty.  

The young woman grunted and held onto him, moving as best she could despite the limits of the cables, her every movement exciting her. 

Soon his speed picked up, a little too fast. There was a certain brutality to his movements. He fucked her like a beast, growling and grunting as he did. He’d wanted this for a decade. First her age and the fact that she was his patient had stopped him. Then she had vanished, but now she was back and he had her in his web. It was perfect. She was perfect, thanks to him.

She felt the pain start to overwhelm the pleasure again as he took her. Odessa wasn't sure what she had expected out of this man. "Gentle," she begged him softly between moans, trying to find a way to angle her pelvis with his brutal thrusts that she could enjoy the friction of his size without pain. Her plea fell on deaf ears as he reached up and grabbed the rope where it criss-crossed on her chest for his own stability. She gasped to feel his fingers weave in between her breasts and tighten the cables, and her metal thighs squeezing him tighter and tighter.

After years of working with the material, it was no wonder that Nite Crawler had fetishized the robotic limbs. Feeling them on his flesh just made him harder than he thought possible.

She grunted into the fabric at his neck enough to make it hot and wet, panting like an animal and feeling like one. She felt desperate as he fucked her closer to orgasm.

"It's good to see you enjoying your human parts as much as your newer ones," He gave her a few more rough thrusts, the wet sloshing of their sex together rang out as he lowered his mouth to her ear. "Perhaps even more?”

Her hands gripped at the back of his shirt. She wanted to pull it off of him and see what he looked like underneath. She picked her head up enough to put her lips to the small grating by his hear where sound could get in. "I'm just glad I'm still human in the right places."

There was a tinge of pain in the back of his mind when he heard this. He was glad she wasn't human, he was glad to have an excuse to work on her and see her walk around in the fruits of his labor. But this is what he did, he gave people their humanity back by giving them the limbs they needed. "I'll make you feel human again." His hand rose up to greet her face, pushing a bit of her hair from it as he pressed into her as deeply as he could manage. Her cheek pressed into his hand aggressively, demanding the contact. 

She wanted to believe he had good intentions, but couldn't bring herself to really do so. Odessa was wishful but perhaps not a complete fool. "Yes," she begged in a long, drawn out tone.

His hands rolled down her body, he couldn't help but stop on the metal plate at her ribs on her right while he didn’t miss a chance to grab her left breast and squeeze to make her arch her back. With his creeping hands moving downward, he got to her hips. With hands half on and half off her prostheses he made a low sound of contentment at the sensation beneath his fingertips.

She caught her breath, even with two working lungs it was hard to do, even with all the running she did. Odessa had questions for him, but was terrified to ask them. Her mouth opened and closed a few times as she tried to pick words, but she couldn't. She shuddered and was overtaken by an orgasm and looked up at him with rosy cheeks and bedroom eyes while she was helpless.

"Is this pleasure enough for you?" His tone first implied teasing, but fell to something sinister a moment later. He pulled himself from within her, still erect and glistening, in order to try to hold out as long as he could.  "I can make you feel more."

It was enough, and she was nodding shyly at his words when he made his offer. "What do you mean?"

The bottom of his mask splayed open, exposing his mouth as he inched his face closer to her. She inhaled in surprise at the sight of his lips, the tip of his nose, his jawline. In the near dark she barely registered a few details before he was so close that their lips nearly touched. She could feel his breath on her. Odessa leaned in, thinking this was obviously an invitation to kiss. Her flushed lips got close enough to brush his.

Without no warning he tilted his head and the mask's Orange fang stuck her in the neck.

She felt the nip of the needle in her neck and recoiled in shock. "What was that?"

"The opposite of Blue." Pulling away from her his voice suddenly took the tone he had when he was operating--he seemed all business, excited to explain whatever drug he had for her. His voice was perfectly clear without the layer of metal muffling it. Something about it startled Odessa, but she didn’t have the time or ability to focus in order to even begin to try to place it.

"Instead of numbing your nervous system, Orange enhances it. You'll be able to feel everything." The drug was already starting to work, just like the quick Blue syringe. He sounded so proud, and watched Odessa try to hold herself still for a few moments to see if she could feel any differences."It's what I gave Rin that night." 

He grabbed her metal thighs and didn’t bother teasing her before he penetrated her again. With her newfound sensory he decided to pick up his pace again. "But for you, it's a treat, not a punishment."

Her head swam. The ropes pulled at her. His hands squeezed her thighs. His cock buried to the hilt inside of her. For a moment he paused when he realized that her entire body was shaking like she was cold. Odessa swooned for a moment just appreciating the stillness. Her lips parted in surprise.

She couldn't keep quiet when he started fucking her again. The stretching pain returned hard, made tiny wet tears form in the corners of her eyes, but at the same time the pleasure pulsing in her every time he moved even slightly and pressed his shaft into her in just the right way she nearly shouted.

"That's it, I thought you'd like this." A chuckle escaped his lips and was soon muffled as his mask closed back over her face.

She didn't know if she liked it, only that she was too overwhelmed to try to form words. Even the information output from her cybernetics was almost overpowering. All her senses were strong, and even having heard his voice unmuffled by the mask, she felt something.

She tried to answer him, but instead said, "I know your voice from somewhere." Immediately she regretted admitting that to him, she should have kept it to herself.

"Impossible." He didn't stop his body from moving, but felt an ice shard of nervousness in his gut briefly before it melted.

A nagging part of her didn't believe him, but she pushed the subject no further and writhed in his web's grip, floating on the ropes except for Nite Crawler pounding her as he stood. Her human hand caressed the side of his mask, felt the cold metal of the surface and wished it was human skin. She needed to know now. "I wanted to kiss you."

Smiling beneath his mask, it showed in his voice. "I know you did." Of course she had, but he couldn't give her everything she wanted, now could he? What would be the fun in that?

She pressed her lips to the front of his mask, against the seam where its chelicerae would unfold and shuddered at the cold metal.

His hand grabbed her hair at the back of her head, but he didn’t tear her away. He pressed on. "You're one to take what you want aren't you?"

"Only if I have trouble getting it nicely," she breathed, a wild smile on her mouth as he grabbed her explosive golden locks.

A proud laugh came echoing from within his mask. She would be a good Shadowrunner. Nite Crawler had already gone back to his full, animalistic speed.

She shifted again, now grabbing the front of his shirt with her prosthesis while he held her hair and pounded into her. "I'm gonna cum," she warned him.

"Do it." He urged through his own gritted teeth. Being inside of her tight little hole for as long as he had been, he was looking for a good time to finish himself. "Come for me." 

"Yes!" she barked, twisting in his grip with her eyes scrunched tight for a moment before she exploded with sensation again. She froze when the pleasure of her orgasm swam up her body from the pool in her abdomen to a warmth that spread and flashed behind her eyes. 

Once Nite Crawler felt those last few clenches from the girl when she came, he pulled from her and sprayed his seed across her metal legs. The thick white substance oozed down the mechanical thighs.

She hung in front of him, still panting and overwhelmed but now with all of her muscles relaxed and her head on his shoulder.

A laugh started from beneath his mask as he looked at her panting, cum covered, and all tied up. The laugh built itself, growing in volume and intensity. A proper villain’s laugh. Bringing a hand to his forehead and pulling up his pants as he kept laughing.

She smiled at his deranged laugh, so tired. "What the fuck are you on about?"

"I just like seeing you like this is all," he choked out, stepping back and looking at how he had left her, the girl with whom he had been enamored for years. And he’d finally lived his fantasy.

Feeling that he’d had more than one kind of climax, Nite Crawler pulled from his pocket the tool to free her from the device. "But all good things must come to an end."

She landed on her feet, then fell to her knees and ass with a clang when her balance wasn't what it should have been. She lay down on the ground, her head swimming. "Sorry, I... Give me a moment."

"Take your time. I don’t have anything else in mind for you tonight. If I come up with a Run for you I’ll tell you during the month,” Turning back his eyes flickered and his voice turned sinister. "Until then, I'd like to keep a close eye on you." 

"Keep a close eye on me?" she asked.

"Eight of them to be precise." Not that he hadn't already kept all his eyes on her, but he meant something different here and couldn’t resist alluding to his carefully constructed spider motif besides. "We can't be too careful with that mysterious hacker about."

"Oh," she said, a bit more seriously through heavy breaths. She just wanted to keep lying on the floor, maybe go to sleep. "I see. Well, they haven't tried talking to me since, but last time it was right after I got home." 

An idea began to form in his mind, perhaps he would have a Run for her tonight after all. 

"Let me see your commlink." He didn’t wait for her to get up or hand it to him, and crouched down at her side to take it from her human wrist back to one of his tables. Several computer holograms came to life where Odessa hadn’t known they existed. In a matter of moments he had the girl’s link opened and his surgical tools were picking at its insides. "I've a plan to draw out our friend." 

She hoped he wouldn't look through her browser history and realize that for the last thirty days she'd had difficulty doing anything on the net but looking at bondage. Lifting her left arm to scratch at her scalp, she watched him curiously from the floor. "What are you doing?"

"Rerouting your nav system to think you've made your way home." And downloading every piece of information stored in the device. Including browser history. The eyes on the mask zoomed in to look at the intricate wires. 

"To trick them into thinking I went home," she said, making sure that she was following his train of thought. "To try to get them to reach out again."

"Exactly. Now you're thinking like a Shadowrunner." He glanced over his shoulder at her, seeing her lying like there was nowhere more comfortable in the universe than his cold metal floor. Odessa had rolled onto her side and he admired the curve of her body where her waist rose to form her hips, then sloped perfectly into the legs he had given her. He had always enjoyed pleasing her for her enthusiastic responses, but seeing her so pleasured she couldn’t even stand was equally rewarding.

It was only a matter of time before the screen of her commlink lit up with a message, the same glitched text replaced the username.

"You visited that creepy crawly again?" 

"There we go," Nite Crawler said with a chuckle in his voice. Pulling a cord from his computer he plugged it right into the circuit board of hers. Now fiddling on his own device, he began to mine for information.

"Yeah, what's it to you?" he typed back.

"Fuck." There was a long pause between the next message. "You're deep in his web, aren't you?"

Odessa's commlink went dark and Nite Crawler was smiling wickedly.

"What happened?" Odessa asked.

"I've found your next mission." He unplugged his commlink from hers and began looking through the data of his. "I have that dirty hackers location down to the floor of a specific building."

She sat up, trying to anticipate what he might want. "Do you want me to find them?" she asked.

"So eager to please," he chuckled at her guess and turned to look at her, leaning back on his table to study her. "Or are you worried of losing your limbs?"

She wanted to be honest with him. "I guess both." And she liked him. And she wanted him to like her, but the coldness of his question reminded her of the barrier that remains.

"The answer is yes." He finally stated. He wasn’t blind to the way she’d fallen for him. "Find them, and ensure they don't send anymore messages to my patients."

She nodded, a building anxiety in her chest. "And when I find them, what do you want me to do?" She thought she already knew the answer.

"You're a Shadowrunner now, I think you can figure it out." He placed two fingers to his temple, mimicking a gun.

"Are you sure I'm the best for the job?" she sputtered. She found the idea of killing as horrifying as most people, hadn't expected that he would ask that of her… so soon. But after a month with the ability to run, she would keep it at all costs. Nothing was more important to Odessa than her own autonomy. She was willing to work. Though she felt cold and sick enough to wipe away any post-orgasm afterglow she had, she asked, "I've never killed anyone and I don't own a gun, how do I even... proceed?"

"I can't think of anyone better than you for the job." He could actually, most of his patients were so depraved already that they'd leap to end a life in an instant, but that wasn’t what he wanted from this. In fact, he didn't care if this hacker was dead or not, he just wanted to see how far his new patient was willing to go. "If it's weapons you need, I can provide you with something." 

"Yes," Odessa said. For the first time since getting her new lung she was actually having trouble breathing, not just being winded. "But, I don't really know anything about guns."

"Then there's no reason to use one," He made his way to a cabinet and unlocked it with an analog key made of metal. He didn’t trust a digital key for this locker. "I have a full arsenal of weapons. Not to mention a punch from your cybernetic arm could easily be fatal to someone if you put your mind to it. Food for thought.”

Odessa finally started to awkwardly try to disentangle herself from the web. "They're that strong?" she asked, amazed by the power he'd given her. But it only made sense, she supposed. Odessa thought she was free of the cables and tried to get up to follow after him only to find that parts of her were still tangled. She stumbled but managed not to fall.

"This should do. You can managed this," He pulled a belt from the cabinet. Attached were a few red canisters and several pouches. "Put this on." 

Tossing the belt to her tangled form he smiled as he saw just how deep in his web she had fallen.

She caught it before it fell, and finished extricating herself from his webbing awkwardly, blushing. She tugged her shorts on, letting the fabric wipe up Nite Crawler’s sticky cum, then put on the belt. "What are they?"

'Incendiary grenades." He bent down and picked her shirt off the ground to hand to her.




She felt guilty her whole way to the building Nite Crawler told her she would find the hacker. City winds up from Puget Sound pulled at her hair while she bundled up in her black coat to hide the belt her doctor had given her. Chills kept playing up and down her spine while she flexed her right arm and thought about what he'd said, that she could kill someone with a punch.

It occurred to her that she was a living weapon, but Dandelion had no idea what to make of such an alien idea. She found the apartment building and stopped at the door holding the dark blue keycard Nite Crawler had blessed her with. It had eight orange dots on it. She knew better than to be skeptical of its prowess, and wasn’t surprised that it unlocked the front door. Inexperienced and suffering stress-induced tunnel vision, she failed to notice the woman with technicolor hair fishing nuyen out of her pocket for a street vendor at one in the morning.

Scylla, a slender lady with bags under her eyes and a scent of cannabis, was fighting off the nerves of Nite Crawler finding her with a soy dog from her favorite street salesman. She knew what Nite Crawler did to people with cybernetics, so she was afraid to learn what he would do to people without them. It didn’t bode well for her that he’d been able to worm into her system, but she supposed that you couldn’t become a good cyberneticist without knowing a thing or two about computers.

She went inside, and wove through a few of the convoluted hallways up to the fourth floor with experience, while Dandelion remained somewhat lost on her way to the stairwell, having passed apartment 130 several times before she found the way up.

In the stairwell, lit by some of the oldest light bulbs that Dandelion had seen in her life outside of history books, she heard footsteps echoing above her, and the sound of a door opening, and someone leaving the stairs. Who would be out late this night? Her heart pounded. Maybe it was the person Nite Crawler wanted her to kill.

With her metal legs, she could take the stairs three at a time and only have to worry about the ninety degree angles she had to turn slowing her down. It was a feeling of freedom, like godhood to her after so long stuck limping and taking elevators. She could never give up this speed, strength, and ability. Dandelion was like a yellow rocket blasting off, climbing higher and higher until she threw open the fourth floor door with her metal arm.

The women saw each other at the same moment, while Dandelion stood in the doorway like a coiled spring and Scylla fumbling with the card key to open her door.

The only words to escape Scylla's mouth were muffled by the soy dog in her mouth, but it sounded something like: "Fuck! Shit! What the fuck are you doing here?" She got into her room and a loud click was heard in the hallway. Within the apartment, Scylla desperately looked for her gun.

That was all Dandelion needed to hear to tell her who her target was. She ran down the hall to the door and pounded on it once with her left arm before she had a better idea. She made a fist with her right arm, focused, and hammered in the door with her forearm.

It didn’t even hurt when the old wood door splintered from its hinges and allowed her to push it open at an awkward angle.

Scylla pulled a hot pink pistol she had gotten from the Mary Kay Defense seminar she attended (even if it was just for the free gun) from her clothes hamper/dresser/dirty clothes on the middle of the floor and pointed it directly at Dandelion. With the hand not on the gun she pushed the soy dog deep in her mouth and spoke with as she pushed it into her cheek. "Is Nite Crawler controlling your limbs to make you hunt me down? I can override his system you know. I can get you out of this."

Dandelion paused, surly and feeling like that this strange rainbow-haired girl was trying to control her. It angered her that the hacker--who Dandelion saw was all flesh, how could a person with all their limbs ever understand her pain?--thought that she might want out of what felt like the best deal of her life. "Don't tell me what to do. Don't hack my systems. I can make my own decisions."

Practically growling, Scylla fired the pistol. Why was this girl so dense? Couldn't she see what that doctor was trying to do to her? Dandelion's arm moved faster than her thoughts and she wasn't sure what to make of it until her hand reported agony. Full hand malfunction, the worst nervewire damage she'd ever had. The arm started screaming electronic pain in Dandelion’s mind.

She didn't feel guilty anymore for what she'd been asked to do, not now that her arm was damaged. Dandelion bared her teeth and jumped back out of the door. "Fuck you, then," she said. Her human arm grabbed one of the red grenades and pulled the tab--how outdated. She lobbed it overhand into the room where it landed on an armchair.

She slammed the door.

Dandelion ran.

The fire blazed through the tiny apartment, and Scylla avoided it only by cowering in the corner where the heat wasn’t enough to catch her the way it engulfed her armchair like a marshmallow. Hesitating, Scylla left the apartment through the window. She shuffled on the small edge and leaped in through the window of her neighbor's apartment. Flopping right on the living room floor as Mrs. Malecky was watching decade old reruns of The Price is Right.

She finally remembered why she hesitated in her apartment and cried in agony. "Fuck! My weed!"


Dandelion ran with the legs that Nite Crawler had built for her all the way back to his building, but rode the elevator to his floor instead of running up the stairs. The woman spent more time thinking about how much she hated the hacker for shooting her arm than she spent thinking about her attempted murder.

She didn’t want to spend any longer with bullet-damaged arm than she had do. She looked at her right hand in the elevator, how there was a hole in the palm with a metal slug caught in wires. It didn't hurt if she set it motionless, but every time she tried to move it in the slightest, nerve relays screamed their binary errors to her in ways that her brain read as pain. With a whimper of pain she found the series of switches set into her shoulder to detach the arm entirely from its port--no sensation at all was better than pain.

The young woman returned to Nite Crawler's workspace, holding her damaged arm in her left hand.

"I'm back," she called into the darkness, trying to convey with her tone that she did indeed have good news. Her tone fell for the next sentence. "I did the job, but, but my arm..."

He slinked out of the darkness beside her and plucked the damaged arm from her left hand. He was glad he’d installed anti-bullet reflexes. "Is the rest of you alright?" His eyes didn't look up to her, instead they looked at the damage of the arm. She was no good to him damaged.

"Yeah. Can you fix it?"

"I may be able to salvage some of it, but at this point it's probably best to replace the whole thing.” And make you even more my creation, he thought. Different metal in the palm next time. "Come, let's get you fixed up." Despite the fact that he already knew how the mission went and in fact, he knew more than she did. He knew she failed--eight eyes were more than enough to know all the secrets out there--he decided to ask. "So, she's dead then?"

He noticed his mistake a moment later--the word ‘she’ before Odessa ever told him the sex of the hacker. He hoped his patient wouldn’t notice, and she didn’t. She was too preoccupied.

"I firebombed her apartment," Odessa said, and only when the words echoed in her ears did she realize how heinous it sounded. "But I never uh, I never saw her die or looked for her body, I ran."

There was slight doubt in her mind over her success, and she kept talking. "But I don't know how she wouldn't have burned. It was the fourth floor, jumping would be bad."

She followed him back, feeling twinges of phantom arm movements as her brain got confused by the absent limb. She scratched the skin around the port.

He tossed the arm on the table and pulled out his tools, tinkering with it. "Here." He tossed her a small, mangled piece of metal. "It's the bullet. You might want to keep it for good luck."

She tried to catch it with both hands, but had forgotten she only had one again and dropped it. She got down on hand and knees to pick it up again and put it in her pocket, then struggled at undoing the belt that was low on her hips, delicately getting it off and putting it on a different empty table with her left arm.

Odessa was decently agile with just one, since for much of her life she'd had to remove her limbs in order to bathe and in the last few years when her old limbs had become unbearable she had removed them any time she was resting and didn't want the pain of their misfiring connections. But, she was still rather clumsy and embarrassed with just the one arm in Nite Crawler's lair.

She watched him work for a few moments and then asked, "Why do you have so many spiders?"

"To make the orange silk," Without looking up from the arm he pointed at one of the glass enclosures. "Watch them closely. They're moving in a pattern, spinning a web and tying it into rope for me."

She walked a few feet closer to look at the glowing bugs. They were all much more enormous than the spiders that sometimes lived in the corner of her studio apartment, but for the most part they were smaller than her dear Penelope. She saw the little orange threads in the black light occasionally, watched the spiders weave together. At first she had the absurd idea that they were doing it on their own, and then she saw metal parts on their bodies.

"Neat," she said, softly. Odessa couldn’t decided if she liked the idea that he had been tying her up with actual spider thread or not. But she had always loved spiders. Penelope’s webs were not so intricate as these, however, and were usually little more than ground covering in her tank.

He moved through his lair and grabbed the parts needed to build the rest of the arm. Silently tinkering on it.

Odessa tired and eventually sat down quietly to watch him and wait for her arm. She thought about the hacker briefly, but had more thoughts of the memory of fire heating her back, and that was the thought that she dozed to.

She awoke to him shaking her lightly. "Your arm is ready. Shall I install it for you?" His heart raced. Another one of his own creations being grafted to her perfect body.

She looked up at the glowing orange eyes groggily, then remembered and twisted to bare her right shoulder port to him, struggling to stand up. "Yes please."

"There's no need for that." He pushed her shoulder down, forcing her back into a sitting position. Taking a knee beside her, he pulled out his tools and plugged her up, slipping the tools between her flesh and the arm every once in a while.

She liked the ropes better, but this was easier to relax--her heart was always racing with excitement whenever she was in his web and after everything tonight, she had had more than enough excitement. Too much. She turned her head to watch him work at her joint.

With once final click and a small pinch she was all set to go. "Go ahead. Give it a whirl."

She held out her arm and flexed it, did a few exercises that she remembered her old doctor always wanting to see her be able to do when he plugged a limb back in. "Feels good," she confirmed.

"Excellent." He remembered, “I'll give you a discount, tune ups from runs are free."

That was a relief. "Thank you. I don't know if I could have Run again so soon."

"I understand. You may be a bit shaken up. Feel free to head back home." He stepped away, looking out to the window. In actuality, his eyes showed him a cyber-spider's view. This little spider watched as the technicolor-haired girl ran through the streets. Perhaps she was looking for a hideout. "I have my own business to attend to."

Odessa got up and shook herself off. "Okay. Sounds good. I'll see you in a month." She gathered her things and left.


Scylla stood out in the night streets with her singed technicolor hair. She made her way to the apartment she’d crashed at many times before. She pounded and pounded until a sleepy orc woman answered the door, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. 

“My apartment burned down.” She said with a voice that seemed all too calm.

“Again?” The orc woman, rolled her eyes. “You need to be more careful with your lighters.”

“It wasn’t me this time!” She whined like a child. “I’m being hunted down like a dog.”

“Uh huh, sure.” She waved her in. “Just be quiet, the kid’s still asleep and I’d like her to stay that way. The couch is all yours, I’ve got an early start in the morning.”

Scylla’s accomplice went back to bed, but she would not see her in the morning. She was too nervous to sleep, her mind was racing with fears of Nite Crawler. Besides, that damn cat was sprawled out on the couch and while the physical wounds of Scylla’s last encounter with that cat had healed, her emotional ones had not. 

Moving over to the kitchen, she thought she’d make herself a snack to calm her nerves. Flicking the light switch proved proved fruitless. Frantically, she tried it again and again. A hand grabbed her mouth and pulled her into a rigid chest. Then the voice came from behind her.

“You can browse your web all you like, but when you step into mine you should know there’s no escape.” 

The fangs slipped into her neck with ease and Scylla soon found herself passing out.