The Maidens of U.N.I.C.O.R.N.
By Marcus Lycus
Legal Horrors – The Maidens of UNICORN and other characters are copyright and trademark Marcus Lycus. All rights reserved.
Chapter 2 – Maid to Order
“Oy! Mai-Mai get your ass over here!”
The maid hurried as quickly as her hobbled feet could carry her across the vast living room. She had to take great care not to stumble in her six-inch stiletto heels with their slick souls, high heels and narrow fronts. In her hands she carefully balanced the pitcher of ice tea and the glasses, trying not to spill a drop. Her task was not made any easier by her slick latex gloves. So she had to be extra careful. Clumsy girls get spankings.
But so did slow ones. So she had to find the fastest speed she could move at without risking her balance.
The man watched her long legs wobble as the poor girl struggled with what should have been an easy task. If not for her outfit.
Besides the stiletto heels and her elbow length black latex gloves the maid was wearing a tight leather corset that raised and separated her modest breasts and further narrowed her slim waist but severely constrained her breathing. Below it was a frilly white lace skirt puffed out by numerous lairs of petticoats but barely reaching below her ass cheeks. Below the skirt she wore a pair of silk fishnet stockings that reached just above her knees and were held up by two lace garters. Over the outfit was a starched white pinafore, trimmed in lace at the shoulders and at the hem. On her head was a white headband with a small cap and a lace collar around her neck. She wore nothing else. No panties, no bra. Nothing over her breasts except the pinafore. Her private parts were barely covered and easily accessible to her master.
And in the last two weeks they had been accessed any number of times.
Mostly by this man in front of
her.
“Mai-Mai bring you very good!” She said hopefully leaning over to pour her master a drink.
But
What Mai-Lynn Castellan wanted to say was ‘even if I wasn’t wearing this ridiculous outfit it takes seven minutes to brew the tea and prepare it you goddamn piece of shit.’ But what she said instead was…
“Mai-Mai very sorry, Mai-Mai slow girl.”
“Damn right you are. Damn right. But you do have other assets that make up for it.” He reached behind and pulled on the ties for her apron. Mai-Lynn felt it fall away. ‘What now?’ she wondered.
He pointed at his crotch. Mai-Lynn breathed a
sigh of relief. Two weeks ago this would have disgusted her but now it
seemed the least humiliating thing
“Sucky-sucky?” She asked innocently.
***
Three weeks earlier…
“Enter!” Klaus said.
Mai-Lynn Castellan walked in and saluted crisply. “Reporting as ordered.”
“Um, yeah. Thanks. We really don’t stand on formalities here in the tech section Captain.”
Castellan tried to relax but failed. This tech-lab was filled with half-finished projects, cyborg arms hung from the ceiling, wires snaked everywhere, millions of dollars of equipment was sitting on cardboard boxes or even on the floor. She couldn’t believe this was the same organization she belonged to.
“Where’s Ensign Obata? She is my assigned tech.”
“She’ll be accompanying you on the mission but the new personality programs are a bit above her skill level.”
Klaus handed her a plastic bag and pointed to a storage closet. “You can change in there.”
She peeked in the bag. “Change?”
“You didn’t think you were going to infiltrate
“No, of course not but I assumed I would change when it was time-“
“After the download is finished the new parameters will take effect. The mission starts now.”
Mai-Lynn frowned but knew it was pointless to object. From what she knew this would be the least objectionable part of the mission.
Inside the cramped closet she slipped out of her white ankle-length boots and unbuttoned her blazer. There was nowhere to hang it, and no clean surface to put the white jacket on she folded it neatly and put it in the plastic bag. The tight navy blue turtleneck followed, then she reached behind, unzipped the white calf-length skirt and let it hit the floor. Inside the cramped space peeling her pantyhose off of her long legs was a struggle. Finally she gave up and just tore them up. It felt good to take out some aggression.
Then she looked at the outfit she had been given. A pair of faded red terrycloth shorts – one size too small for her – and a threadbare white tank top – cropped around her stomach. A pair of lime green flip flops finished the outfit. She had seen swimsuits that covered her better than this! But again, she swallowed her pride, remembered this was not the worst thing she would face and put it on. She opened the closet door.
“Bra and panties too.” Klaus said mechanically without turning around.
Mai-Lynn opened her mouth to object but Klaus was already responding.
“Your cover story is that you’ve been kidnapped for the sex-slave market, they’re not too into protecting their captive’s modesty.”
Mai-Lynn glared and returned to the closet to remove her utilitarian white bra and plain white panties. It was only then that she wondered how the technician had known she was still wearing her underwear.
Outside Klaus watched the most desired woman in UNICORN strip on his hidden camera. Like many male officers in UNICORN he’d watched her parade around for years with her nose in the air, too good for any of them. Well this mission was going to be justice. It was highly classified of course, but word would get around. Klaus knew a lot of guys would be interested in this video. And the ones to come.
The cyber-agent emerged again and glared at the technician with scorn. He looked up, he couldn’t believe how even dressed like that she still looked so damn arrogant and haughty. Well he’d take care of that soon enough. He just pointed to an oversized chair, much like a dentist’s. Mai-Lynn had to move some folders off the seat before she could sit down. Once she did, steel restraints automatically locked around her wrists and ankles. Plugs extended into the hidden socket in her neck.
“Standard procedure.” Klaus said without giving her time to ask.
The chair reclined, until it was almost horizontal. Klaus took the opportunity to ogle the nearly naked officer.
“Remarkable. I know the implants are there but I can’t see any sign of them.”
Mai-Lynn doubted the technician was looking at her
implants but decided to humor him. “I’m part of the Galahad series of
cyber-agents; we are the products of the finest in European and Japanese
craftsmanship. Most of my enhancements are ceramic or biological, nothing
that would show up on a metal detector or X-ray. Unless
“Or unless you betray yourself.”
“I have successfully completed 23 undercover missions.” she said coldly.
“Yes, yes but none this uh, high-pressure. The program I’m about to install will make sure you do not betray your identity under even the most extreme circumstances.”
“I have been briefed and I registered my objections.” She said with a touch of irritation. This mission would be hard enough without this sloppy tech questioning her skills.
“Well then, let’s start.”
“OW!” Mai-Lynn cried as needles shot out from the chair’s headrest into her neck. A minute later she was unconscious.
Klaus activated the program.
***
“Mmm… Mai-Mai like.” She said licking the sticky cum off her fingers.
“Good to hear sweetie, cause
you’re gonna get a whole lot more of it.”
Mai-Mai finished licking her fingers clean and carefully climbed to her feet. She managed to get the glasses and pitcher back on the tray without dropping or spilling any and then set out back to the kitchen.
She passed Ping-Ping; the younger girl was dusting the china. Ping-Ping shot her a look of disgust. All the maids hated her. All of them were prisoners, all of them had been kidnapped, all of them had to pretend to like it. But Mai-Mai seemed completely sincere in her enthusiasm for swallowing cum or being fucked up the ass. To make matters worse she didn’t even speak their language, they could only communicate with a few broken bits of sing-song English Mai-Mai spoke.
***
Klaus watched Captain Castellan’s still form twitching on the chair. He watched how her toned flesh writhed. He lowered a sweaty hand to one of her smooth legs and ran his fingers up it, all the way to the hem of her shorts. He thought about the mound of dark hair under them which he had had such a tantalizing glance of. He daringly slipped a finger under the shorts and felt the downy hair. He heard her moan and jerked his hand back. Then smiled. She was completely out of it.
“Soon” he muttered. “Soon.” After the download was complete he’d have hours, hours… He couldn’t wait.
“Well?” Colonel Gu entered the lab without knocking.
“The, uh, the program is working fine sir.”
Gu looked a screen where the filenames scrolled by, each one installing within Captain Castellan’s internal computers.
The first several were locking programs. Turning off her combat computer, her enhanced reflexes, her muscle implants and all the other things that made her a superhuman. They locked her out until the rearming code was sent. Unlike usual infiltration programs Mai-Lynn could not reactivate them even if she wanted to.
Then came the personality programs. They were standard for most infiltration missions where a UNICORN agent might have to impersonate a drug dealer, or a nuclear scientist or a religious extremist. Personality programs included false memories, essential skills and even body language. But these were some of the most extreme modifications Klaus had ever written. They limited Mai-Lynn to a vocabulary of a few hundred words, most of them relating to sex. In her own mind Mai-Lynn would still be herself, but the programs would govern nearly all of her responses, there would be no stray glances or gestures to betray who she really was or what she really thought.
Then came tetrabytes of porn, precise instructions for dozens of techniques and styles, after downloading them it would be like Mai-Lynn had been sucking cock all her life. Finally came the biofeedback programs. They would modify Captain Castellan’s reactions to basic stimuli. She would be aroused almost all the time and nearly any painful experience would be interpreted as a pleasure response. It made Klaus horny just thinking about what he was turning her into.
He wondered if it was really legal. He was afraid to ask.
“How much longer?”
“An hour or so sir for the download. But she’ll be unconscious for a few hours while the programs install and interact with her brain.”
“Bring her to my quarters after the download.”
“Yes sir.”
Darn. No chance to test the product then.
***
Mai-Mai was washing the windows when
“I hear ya, I hear ya. No, next week is fine. That will give me enough time to get the new nano-servos and buckyball fluids. Stay safe man. Ciao.”
He hung up.
“Goddamn asshole. Demands the rarest parts and gives me a fucking week’s notice. I should fucking flat line him while he’s on the table… If he didn’t pay so much…”
He walked by Mai-Mai without so much as copping a feel and disappeared down the stairs to the wine cellar.
Nano-servos and buckyball fluids? Those were two of the components Modred needed. He was coming next week! At last!
For the first time Mai-Lynn felt like this all might be worth it.
***
Klaus opened the door to Gu’s quarters and wheeled the woman in. The colonel grunted an acknowledgement. The technician saluted and turned to go.
“Beautiful isn’t she?”
“Um…”
“Perhaps too beautiful.”
SMACK!
With his steel hand he knocked the Asian woman from the wheelchair and kicked her in the stomach. He looked down at her nearly naked body and smirked.
“After all one would hardly expect a sex slave to arrive without a few scratches.” He kicked her again. He started taking off his belt.
“Um…”
“Care to join me?”
Klaus smiled and took off his belt.
Together they lashed the proud but helpless UNICORN officer at their feet.
Consciousness returned slowly to Captain
Castellan. Her whole body ached, even worse than it had after the case in
There was another slap.
“Uhhh…” She moaned and her eyes fluttered.
“She’s coming to. Prop her up in the chair. Let’s see if your programs worked as advertised.”
“Wha…” Mai-Lynn’s eyes opened. Colonel Gu was facing her as was the fat tech Klaus. They were winded and sweaty. Leather belts were coiled in their hands. They were smiling.
‘How dare you! I will see you both court-marshaled for this!’ is what she wanted to say. “Mai-Mai very sorry!” Is what she actually said. Mai-Lynn froze. ‘Mai-Mai? Mai-Mai! How dare they name me that! How dare they make me play this obscene role under my own name!’
SMACK!
She cried out in pain.
“Mai-Mai is it? Tell me your real name! Come on, say it Captain Castellan!”
SMACK!
If Mai-Lynn wasn’t strapped to the wheelchair she would have been knocked to the floor again. If her bones were not reinforced her neck may have snapped.
“Well?”
SMACK!
“Mai-Mai! Mai-Mai is Mai-Mai!”
Gu looked at her, not a bit of defiance, not a bit of hesitation. He could only see genuine fear and confusion. “A-ha-ha-ha, tell me Klaus, would anyone ever believe this is our proud Captain Castellan? Would they?”
“Mai-Mai! Mai-Mai!”
“Tell me Mai-Mai, who is the Secretary General of the United Nations?”
SMACK!
“What is the capital of
SMACK!
“What is the atomic number of carbon?”
SMACK!
“Mai-Mai no know! Mai-Mai no know! Mai-Mai very sorry!”
Gu stopped. “How sorry?”
“Mai-Mai very sorry! Sucky-sucky? Fucky-fucky? Mai-Mai very good! Mai-Mai very wet!” She rubbed her legs together to feel the moistness.
Gu smiled. He pulled down his trousers. He pulled off her shorts and cupped her wet sex with his organic hand.
‘This was going too far!’ Mai-Lynn’s mind raced. ‘Yes, up until now they might, MIGHT! be able to defend what they had done as testing the program but this… this was-‘
“Uhhh, bossman so big.”
Mai-Lynn made sure every moment of this outrage was stored in her digital memory. No matter what happened she would make sure these two were brought down for this. No matter what!
But her head turned to Klaus and said ‘Sucky-sucky?’
***
Mai-Mai worked until nightfall. Cleaning the floors, dusting the furniture, fucking the guards… a normal day.
When night fell, the maids lined up outside the
master’s quarters and kneeled.
The gloves and corsets were tight most of the girls needed help getting them off and on, they helped each other. Mai-Mai got no help and had to unlace the latex gloves with her teeth.
Finally they could climb naked up the ladder into the attic.
The maids climbed onto their mattresses and snuggled close under their blankets. But Mai-Mai’s had been taken from her long ago. She huddled in a corner far from the others grateful that tonight the others were too tired to beat her or pull her hair.
Reduced to this miserable state, she cried, trying to forget who she really was, how she had come here.
***
The bike roared up the driveway and pulled a doughnut. He frowned. The rider was a woman, a good looking one at that. Dressed head to toe in skintight red leather with a red helmet. She pulled off the helmet and shook her strawberry blond hair out.
“Ah, you must be Dr. Chesterfield.” She said with a smile.
“Where’s Dimitri?”
“In a Cambodian prison, unless they’re already killed him. Seems he forgot to pay someone off.”
“Then who the fuck are you?”
“I am cousin Katya.
I handle his business now.” She tossed him a PDA. Frowning
Natasha Gorki watched nervously. The notorious
Russian slaver Dimitri Chekov was actually in a
UNICORN facility in
“No weapons” he reported.
Finally
The Russian woman smiled and gestured to the SUV. Two guards opened the back and pulled out a crate.
They opened it with a crowbar and the wooden crate
fell apart. A woman was there, hunched in a fetal position. She
wore nothing but faded red shorts and a threadbare white tank top. She
stirred and blinked in the bright sunlight. She extended one trembling
hand towards
“Not much to look at.”
“She’s had a rough trip. But she’s fresh meat, we just finished training her.”
“Where’s she from?”
“Dunno. A refugee or something. But she’s got talent.”
The girl crawled forward a few feet and kneeled in front of him. “Sucky-sucky?” She asked.
“Hmm, good initiative. I like that in a girl. None of that screaming or crying. And we are a bit shorthanded since that Thai girl tried to run away.”
“Shot?”
“Dogs ate her.”
“You can have this one for $20k.”
“$10k.”
“Let her suck you off, then you’ll see.”
“Mai-Mai sucky-sucky?”
Chesterfield shrugged and opened his fly.
They settled on $17k. Mai-Mai knelt in the dust licking cum from her lips and fingers while they argued her price. Finally the SUV and motorcycle roared off.
“Come on Mai-Mai; let’s get you fitted with your outfit.”
“Fucky-fucky?”
“Maybe after you’ve had a wash.”
***
Another week passed. Mai-Mai was still bothered by the part of her mind that called herself Captain Mai-Lynn Castellan but that part was speaking up less and less. If anything it seemed to want to shut down and go away.
Each morning started the same way. The maids climbed down the ladder where a guard was waiting for them. They were hosed off with cold water. Each maid washing another, except for Mai-Mai of course who had to stand alone.
Then they struggled into their costumes, helping each other. A guard helped Mai-Mai and usually got a ‘sucky-sucky’ for his trouble. The other maids just hissed as she did this.
Then came the day of cleaning, washing, cooking and screwing. Some distant part of Mai-Mai’s mind noticed that she was spending more and more time on the last one. That was good. She liked fucky-fucky.
But there was something she had to do today… Some nagging part of her brain kept telling her. At noon she walked up to the third floor library and opened and closed the drapes four times, then waited, then three times, then two times, then once. Then she went back to work.
When night fell, something was different. The maids were led out to the airfield on the edge of the estate and told to stand by the runway and wait.
They watched the skies.
***
Miles away Natasha Gorki and Misako Obata waited as best they could. Clydesdale Chesterfield was one of the foremost renegade cyberdocs in the world. His security force were all enhanced to one degree or another. Even his dogs had steel teeth and implanted leg muscles. All of them had sophisticated electronic implants. Any bugs or radio signals in or out of the estate would be picked up so communication with Captain Castellan was almost impossible. Just as well. After what she had seen at the exchange Natasha didn’t want to know any details about what was happening to her captain.
With electronic surveillance out of the question all they could do was watch through passive image intensifiers, what ordinary people call binoculars. Then Obata noticed the prearranged signal with the curtains. This was it!
***
The plane flew low, its fifth generation electronic counter measures preventing any form of electronic detection. Its silenced engines and dark paint job hid it from more ordinary perception. Skimming just over the treetops it made a quick landing at Chesterfield’s estate and the hatch opened.
Two cyborg guards jumped out and covered the area. Seeing only the maids and Chesterfield himself they signaled the all clear.
The next figure to step out was over seven feet tall. His head was misshapen, bald, bullet-shaped and with a mouth full of shinning metal fangs. His body and limbs were covered in matt black ceramic armor. His hands ended in claws that could tear through a tank. Despite his size he moved with grace and ease. He shook Chesterfield’s hand, his huge paw engulfing the normal man’s like he was a baby.
“Good to see you Clyde, good to see you. Everything going well here?”
“Just fine Modred.”
The cyborg turned his eyes towards the maids. They shook under his gaze. All except one. Modred walked towards her and stopped.
“Fresh meat?”
“Good guess. We just got her three weeks ago.”
Modred put a hand on her chin and looked closely. Looking at the brown eyes, the high cheekbones, the faint freckles. She looked just like… No. It couldn’t be.
“Fucky-fucky? Bossman so big!”
Modred laughed! Obviously not then.
“Maybe later. After your boss gives me a tune-up. Come on now, let’s get to it.”
***
Mai-Mai stood at attention holding the tray of towels and bottle of water. They were in a basement room she had never seen before. It was white and spotless and filled with strange things Mai-Mai could not understand. Mai-Lynn would have recognized the gear but after three weeks as a degraded sex slave she just couldn’t be bothered.
Various robots wheeled around the lab delivering supplies, loading machines and doing other lowly tasks. LEDs above Chesterfield’s ear blinked as he directed them.
Modred’s legs were detached and lying on a table behind her. His body was hooked up to a dozen wires and hoses. His left arm was hanging from the ceiling. Chesterfield squinted into the stump, his left eye extended several inches from his skull as he took a closer look. He shook his right hand, the tips of the fingers opened up, extending delicate micro-tools into Modred’s interior.
With his left hand Chesterfield took another drink of water.
“You’ve got micro fractures all along the joint, what the heck did you do?”
“Flipped over an APC.”
“That would do it. These parts aren’t rated for anything over four tons.”
“Next time I’ll tell the Pakistanis to send something lighter.”
“Going to need some time to fabricate a new connector ring.”
“I got nowhere to be.”
Chesterfield tinkered some more. “Gotta say Modred you are a quality product.”
“Thanks. Y’know I did most of the design myself.”
“Did you now? Everyone says you’re just a thug.”
“Nah, I talk like one. ‘Cause let’s face it, ain’t no one gonna hire a merc” his voice changed, become less rough “who can access the feasibility of low intensity asymmetric warfare over the medium to long term.”
Chesterfield chuckled.
“Most of my bosses want someone they can point at a target and say ‘kill’, they don’t like the idea that maybe I have my own thoughts, or maybe that while they’re fighting their dumb wars, I’m making tons of money on the intelligence I gather.”
“That a fact?”
“I started with UNICORN; I was one of their techs, hiding in the basement, doing grunt work while the cyber-agents got all the glory. I transferred to R&D, working on their next generation series of enhancements. An agent with all the combat ability of a heavy cyborg but all the cerebral enhancements and electronic warfare abilities of one of their techs. When the time came to pick the test subject, oddly enough my name came up as the most suitable. They never figured that I was designing it with myself in mind. One year and €200 million later I was ready. One fine day I used a backdoor I’d built into the program, turned off their safety protocols and walked out of the place.”
“Nice.” Chesterfield finished his water and gestured for Mai-Mai to get some more. Modred’s electronic eyes followed her out the door, his fanged mouth smiled. He liked watching how her butt cheeks poked out from under the frilly skirt, how the corset exposed her slim back. Even with the corset squeezing her there was no bulge at the top. It looked like she didn’t have an ounce of fat on her.
“You like her huh?”
“Yeah, reminds me of someone I used to know.”
“Sure you’re not thinking of Lucy Liu? I thought she looks just like her. Anyway feel free to use her. Mai-Mai does this thing with her tongue… you gotta feel it to believe it.”
“Heh, I’ll remember that.”
***
++I’m going. Follow in 5++ Gorki broadcast over the comlink. She pulled a hood over her head, completely encasing it, with lenses covering her eyes. Then she jumped the ten foot fence and ran.
The guards on the tower saw nothing on their infrared scans. Gorki’s bodysuit scrambled her IR signature. Her combat computer and other enhancements let her run silently past the tower and then make the thirty foot jump onto the guards’ perch.
“You hear something?” One of them looked up.
And got a monomolecular blade in the throat. The other was just starting to say “Noth-“ when Gorki snapped his neck. She slipped a small black box out of her web gear and hooked it up to the guards’ implants.
“All clear.” One of them broadcast back to the control room. The black box would continue to broadcast for them, at least until the brains decayed too much.
Gorki checked the time. She still had four minutes and thirty seconds.
“I wish I could smoke.” She grumbled.
***
Four minutes and fifteen seconds later Mai-Mai returned to the lab with a fresh bottle of water and a plate of small sandwiches with the crusts cut off.
One of Modred’s guards took a sandwich and slapped her on the ass. She almost lost her balance but managed not spill anything. She giggled.
“Sucky-sucky?”
“Maybe later toots.”
***
At the five minute mark two dozen UNICORN troopers burst out of the woods. They cut down Chesterfield’s guards and his enhanced Dobermans with ease and advanced on the manor house.
In the woods Obata smiled.
“She’s back. And this time it’s personal.”
She broadcast the unlock code.
***
Chesterfield jerked to attention. “Shit!”
Modred nodded, his systems intercepting the same signal. “UNICORN, at least two squads.” He tilted his head to the side. “That Russian chick Gorki is here, I can hear her com-chatter. If she’s here then her partner must be-“
The bottle shattered on Chesterfield’s head. A quick blow to the back of the neck finished him. The tray flew like Frisbee and knocked the gun out of the guard’s hand. The last thing he saw was Mai-Lynn’s bare bush as she finished him with a jump-kick.
With Chesterfield out, the robots shut down. With no legs, one arm and his body hooked up to a dozen machines Modred was helpless.
She turned. “Major Greggor, you are under arrest for treason, terrorism and theft of property (namely your body) as well as other charges to be enumerated later.” She said icily.
“Y’know I thought it was you, I really did. But that whole ‘sucky-sucky’ act threw me. Who wrote the personality program?”
Mai-Lynn felt the anger rise. Three weeks! Three weeks as a brain dead whore! And before that… before that they… they raped her! Her own people! Her own officer! She would make sure justice was done. But her prisoner didn’t need to know any of that.
“Do not attempt to signal for help or resist arrest. I am authorized to use lethal force.”
“Lethal force huh? I thought you were this big time pacifist. Besides what are you gonna do in that outfit, suck my dick till my heart gives out?”
Mai-Lynn turned away from him. The lab door was reinforced steel; the lock was a wireless computer connection. Without Chesterfield the only way to open it was to blow it down. Even once the UNICORN troops secured the building she might be in here for a while.
Which reminded her. ++The lab is secure. Modred has no legs and just one arm. He’s not going anywhere for a while++
++Good to hear from you Captain++
++Good to hear your voice too Lieutenant. I’m sending over a map of the building. The lab is in the subbasement. Be careful there’s a half dozen sex slaves upstairs, we don’t want them hurt++
++Understood++
They broke the connection.
“Y’know Castellan that’s a pretty fetching outfit, might want to think about making it your new uniform.”
“The prisoner will remain silent.”
“Or else what?”
Mai-Lynn’s stiletto heels clicked on the floor while she walked around Modred’s dismembered body. She found the right cable.
“This is charging your main power supply. If remove it you will go into shutdown mode, unable to move, unable to speak, a prisoner in your own body.”
“…”
“That’s better.”
Mai-Lynn found some syringes in a cabinet and tranquilized Chesterfield and the guard. She also found a lab coat hanging in the back and put it on over her fetish maid costume. It was the most clothing she had worn in three weeks.
She looked at the lab gear. Most of it was looted from groups like Villainy eXtreme, UNICORN or Viper. But some of it looked homemade. Mai-Lynn knew the tech division would have a field day taking it all apart. She looked at the slick gloves and high heels. With her enhancements fully active they didn’t hinder her that much but there was no point in leaving them on. She raised a glove to her mouth to try and undo the knot with her teeth.
“Hey Captain.”
“The prisoner will remain-“
“Just got one important thing to tell ya. About that unlocking code your people sent. Thing about it is they used a standard encryption. Anyone who knows what he’s doing could intercept it, break it, read the source code and modify it.”
“What are you-“
Modred smiled.
Mai-Lynn’s eyes went blank. Her knees wobbled. She managed to mouth the word ‘no’ before her mind was locked away. She shrugged her shoulders; the lab coat fell to the ground.
“So Mai-Mai, I don’t suppose you’re a qualified cyberdoc? Can you reattach my legs? Plug in my power core? Screw my arm in place?”
“Sucky-sucky?” She asked.
“Guess not. Well then come here. Bossman wants a sucky-sucky.”
The maid nodded enthusiastically and wobbled up to the cyborg on her stiletto heels. She gracefully sank to her knees, her head in his crotch. There was nothing there but an armored bump. Modred nodded and with a hiss the armor retracted revealing his member. Unlike most of him, it was organic, cloned and genetically engineered, and more than appropriate to his size. It wasn’t part of the original specs, but after going renegade Modred hired a genetic engineer to add it on. Best million euros he ever spent.
It flopped out in front of Mai-Mai like a 12” sausage.
“Well babe?”
“Bossman so big!” she said with glee.
“Make sure you show me that thing with your tongue.” He put his sole arm on the back of her neck and felt for the plug. A small wire extended and inserted itself in her. “Guess I go with plan B.”
***
“Fire in the hole!” The sapper yelled. Lt. Gorki and the troops ran around the corner as the demo charges went off. The lab door swung open. Gorki gestured for the men to wait and charged.
It had been almost an hour since she was last able to raise Castellan on the comlink, since then it had been completely dead. Gorki was afraid of what she might find on the other side that door.
What she heard was “slurp-slurp”.
What she saw was her commander on her knees on the floor, her fingers, face and chest covered in cum. She was licking it off her fingers.
Modred was there, in pieces, with a satisfied grin on his face. He raised his hand.
“I give up.”
Gorki shot him.
Three shots at his exposed power core. The cable exploded in a shower of sparks and Modred’s bullet head slumped down lifeless. She ran to her commander and hugged her. She felt the sticky cum staining her suit and web gear.
“Fucky-fucky?” Mai-Mai asked confused.
++Obata, didn’t you send the unlock codes?++
++Yes ma’am, roger and 10-4++
++Send them again!++
++Okey-dokey smokey++
Mai-Lynn’s eyes cleared, she screamed!
“It’s OK Captain, you’re OK.”
“I… he… I couldn’t stop…”
“Don’t worry Captain, don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything.” Gorki pulled something out of a pouch and plugged in into the captain’s head. Mai-Lynn collapsed lifeless in her arms.
***
Three weeks ago…
“What is this?” Gorki asked.
“As you know Lieutenant, this mission may be quite an ordeal for the young Captain.”
“I’m sure she knows the risks.”
“We would not want it to do any lasting harm to her, or to UNICORN.”
“Of course not.”
“This will delete the personality files and digital records of the mission from her onboard computer.”
“Sir?”
“I would like it used immediately. As soon as she is rescued.”
“But sir-“
“Your discretion on this matter is appreciated Lt. Gorki. I’m sure that UNICORN will appreciate your efforts the next time the promotion board meets.”
“Yes sir.”
“Besides, what good would it do for the good Captain to remember such things?”
Gorki slipped the device into her web gear and left.
Afterword
This is the second time I’ve done a story centering on an Asian heroine being dressed as a French maid. The scary thing is I didn’t even realize it until after the story was done. Weird.
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Marcus Lycus
October 2007
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