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 3 – €60 Million Sex Toy
“Good job Captain Castellan.”
“Thank you Colonel Gu.”
“A shame about the memory damage.”
“Yes sir.”
“It must have been some failsafe on the part of Chesterfield.”
“It must have sir. Strange that it only seemed to affect my computer files though.”
“Yes, strange. I’ll have to have Klaus in the tech division look at that. But it’s probably for the best. I’m sure you had to endure quite a bit on that mission and some things are better left forgotten. The details are, in fact, forgotten are the not?”
“Just a few hazy images sir.”
“Excellent, excellent. Well then, off you go, I’m sure you must be eager to return to duty.”
“Yes sir.”
***
Mai-Lynn had spent the last week in the medical unit getting checked out. Her enhanced metabolism had quickly taken care of any physical damage her time with Chesterfield had done, but the missing memories were a mystery. A mystery the tech division seemed in no great hurry to solve. Castellan wondered what they were concealing.
Her partner was uncharacteristically silent about the whole case. Even her usual brags were muted.
But for the rest of UNICORN couldn’t stop talking about it. In just three weeks the ‘Maidens of UNICORN’ had brought down two of the most wanted cyber criminals in the world. There was talk of promotions and metals for both of them.
But Mai-Lynn’s enhanced hearing picked up other chatter too among the male officers. Rumors about how she brought them down, and what she was wearing when they found her. Fantasies about it. None of this made her feel any better.
She walked back to her office, ignoring the whispers and glances. The way things were going she would have to put half of UNICORN up on sexual harassment charges.
She locked the door and settled into her chair. There was a monitor and a keyboard on her desk of course but they were quaint relics of a bygone time. She plugged a wire into the back of her neck and interfaced with the central computer directly.
After four weeks away there were of course nearly a thousand emails and dozens of other little tasks that had been neglected. Updates fed themselves directly into her onboard computer. The latest intel on Sudan, Newark, the Black Islands and Hades, specs for Colonel Chill’s freeze ray, new martial arts moves from Nepal… all fed into her mind and body as though she had always known them.
UNICORN’s mainframe was amazing, one of the most powerful computers in the world, containing more data than the entire public internet and growing every day. Only the Pentagon, the Black Baron and the Avenging League of Justice had systems that were even close. Even now hundreds of operatives at UNICORN headquarters in Corsica, at the UN Building in New York and in the field were plugged in. Even the prisoners in the basement were part of the system. Their bodies lying motionless while the computer provided a virtual reality environment for them. It had proven a remarkably effective way of getting information. She wondered what scenario the tech unit had come up with for Modred. She hoped it was painful.
++Captain Castellan you have an assignment++
Mai-Lynn jerked awake. The details fed themselves into her mind. She unplugged, reached for her web gear and ran for the elevator.
***
A jailbreak!
It was supposed to be impossible but it had happened. Several dozen Organically Reanimated Creations (ORCs) had been captured near the Black Islands. ORCs were genetically engineered, vat-grown warriors and apparently their primitive brains were able to break free of UNICORN’s virtual reality prison and now they were close to breaking free of the physical prison as well.
Castellan and her team had been summoned to deal with them.
She met Gorki and Obata at the elevator. Castellan put an arm out to block the Japanese girl.
“You’re not coming. Your enhancements are cerebral, noncombatant.”
Quick as lightning, the Japanese girl drew two snub-nosed electromag pistols from somewhere in her jacket, turned and fired at the far wall forming an ‘X’ of bullet holes.
She spun the pistols a few times; gunslinger-style and they disappeared back into her jacket. “I’ve got the tools. I’ve got the talent.”
++Lieutenant, is there any way to get her to speak like a normal person?++
++Not that I have found Captain++
“Fine then. Remember both of you these ORCs are still UNICORN prisoners. We want to restrain them, disable them at worst. No killing.”
“Yessiree, roger wilco!”
++You’re no fun Captain++
***
It was worse than she imagined.
The elevator doors opened to a scene from hell.
They were in a windowless control room; the only entrance was the elevator, the only exit a corridor to the cells. The room was filled with the stench of violence and death.
The ORCs were squat, brutish creatures, grown in vats deep in the Black Islands, another of the Black Baron and Doctor Prometheus’ twisted attempts to breed the perfect warrior. This particular experiment used dead bodies, genetic implants and a dash of the Baron’s dark magic. Each ORC was muscular with boney spikes and plates sprouting from grayish green skin. Each was different, some were lipless, with fangs jutting out, others had dog snouts, some had horns, but each was horrific. Fortunately their primitive brains cannot comprehend any technology more advanced than an axe, a club or a spear. They had torn steel bars loose and lengths of pipe from the walls but left the guards tasers and electromags on the floor. The guards were dead, their heads bashed in.
Castellan spotted the techs as soon as the doors opened. Four UNICORN techs, two men, two women, all four were being raped.
“Fuck!” Natasha yelled and opened fire, blowing the kneecaps from the closest ORCs.
“Rock and roll!” Obata echoed and fired as well.
Mai-Lynn leapt forward to rescue the techs; her combat computer automatically coordinating with her two companions. Her weapons of choice were two neural-rods; foot-long non-lethal weapons that shut down the nervous system with just a touch. She met the first ORC with a kick to the face, he tumbled back. The next one was struck on the head with a neural-rod and fell to the ground senseless. A third raised his improvised club but Mai-Lynn’s rod was faster, his arm went numb. Her other rod hit his neck and he fell in a heap. Four shots passed behind her, hitting the arms and legs of an ORC sneaking up on her. Mai-Lynn tossed a sonic grenade at a group in the far corner. The ORCs fell clutching their ears.
Less than five seconds had passed.
By then she was upon the one raping the nearest tech. The ORC raised his head and grunted. Then the rod landed between his eyes.
The screaming tech collapsed into Mai-Lynn’s arms, sticky white goo oozing from his anus. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” was all the traumatized man could mutter.
Then things started to go wrong.
Castellan tried to shake him off but he was pinning her arms. Shots from Gorki and Obata whizzed by taking out ORCs on either side of her.
Castellan freed her arms and reluctantly tranquilized the tech with one neural rod. The man collapsed in a heap. She put an arm around him and prepared to run for the elevator.
Obata and Gorki were still shooting, their shots wounding or crippling ORCs. But the overeager Obata took a few steps out of the elevator to cover her captain.
One of the ORCs was lying on the ground at her feet; its kneecaps shattered by the agents’ fire. A normal foe would be disabled by pain but for an ORC it barely registered. The creature looked up Obata’s skirt and grunted. It found a length of pipe and swung.
“AH!” The Japanese girl screamed as the ORC reared up and smashed her arm with its pipe. Unlike Castellan and Gorki, her arms were just flesh and bone, she was never meant for combat. Another blow to her legs brought her down. A third blow to her head silenced her.
“No!” Castellan lurched towards her, encumbered by the tech.
Gorki turned and fired, turning the ORC into a pile of rotting flesh.
Given the situation, Castellan decided no to reprimand her.
Two more ORCs crawled forward and jumped at the distracted Russian’s legs. She shot one between the eyes but the other sank its teeth deep into her thigh. She beat its skull in with the butt of one pistol and shot it a dozen times once it let go.
But without her cover fire, the ORCs down the corridor charged. Castellan felt the tech torn from her grasp, then steel clubs struck her head and shoulders.
It had taken only a few seconds for things to fall apart.
Mai-Lynn hit the ground hard. The neural rods fell from her hands and rolled away. She felt her web-gear with its grenades and equipment being torn off. Strong hands grabbed her limbs. She saw Obata’s white blazer torn open, her blue turtleneck ripped apart exposing her ripe breasts to the bestial creatures.
Gorki was still shooting. Three more ORCs exploded in showers of blood and gore but it was too late, there were too many of them, they were too close. One tore her pistols from her hands. She kicked him in the chest knocking him back. She reached for her combat knife but the next ORC struck her head. Stunned and trapped in the small elevator she could not avoid his bear hug. It lifted her off the ground with a triumphant roar. Her legs flailed helplessly kicking at the creature but it ignored her blows and tightened its grip.
Castellan felt rough paws grab her arms and legs and lift her off the ground, they turned her upright but held her a foot off of the floor. She lost sight of her two partners but could hear Gorki struggling behind her. Mai-Lynn also struggled with all of her enhanced strength but nothing could budge the ORCs’ grip. The crowd of ORCs parted allowing one of them to pass. Some managed a crude salute. This ORC walked with a limp, his face was a mass of sores and tumors; his breath was a foul as the zombies Mai-Lynn fought just a few weeks ago. One of the ORCs kneeled and raised Mai-Lynn’s neural rod to the boss. The older ORC examined it closely and flipped a switch on the handle. It started to hum. He moved it close to Mai-Lynn’s face, she flinched, a look of pure fear on her delicate features. The ORC grunted something like a laugh.
It raised the neural rod and brought it down with all its strength on her right arm. There was no pain, the arm just ceased to have any sensation. It became completely numb. Mai-Lynn screamed anyway. The rod came down again, and her left arm ceased to be useful. The ORC swung it low and she lost all feeling below her thighs. Captain Castellan’s bio-regulator was working overtime trying to suppress the woman’s rising panic. It liberally dispensed endorphins and tranquilizers trying to keep her calm, but it wasn’t enough.
++THIS ISN’T POSSIBLE!++ She screamed over the comlink. ++We’re UNICORN officers in our own headquarters! They shouldn’t be free! We should have defeated them! Where are the other agents? Where are our reinforcements?++
There was no reply from the other two.
But a transmission came in from UNICORN central.
++Attention hostages, we are aware of your situation and are negotiating for your release, remain calm++
++Calm?!++ Mai-Lynn could feel herself start to hyperventilate.
The boss ORC in front of her tossed the neural rod aside and grabbed a handful of her indigo bodysuit. Mai-Lynn squirmed away as best she could. The creature lowered its gaping mouth to her face; Mai-Lynn saw maggots crawling in the flesh of its skin. It took her head in both hands and clamped its rotting lips over hers. Mai-Lynn fought down the urge to gag.
It broke the obscene kiss and pulled at the front of her bodysuit. UNICORN bodysuits were skin tight but made of a high-tech polymer what was stronger than kevlar. It was insulated against artic cold, but still comfortable in tropical heat. Knives, shrapnel and even small arms could not penetrate the fabric. It was Mai-Lynn’s last layer of protection.
The ORC tore it like tissue paper.
Mai-Lynn let out a scream of absolute horror. The despair that comes when everything you rely on fails. She was a €60 million cyber-agent. A seasoned veteran with over 75 combat missions under her belt. In her own headquarters. And none if it mattered, she was helplessly being stripped by monsters.
The ORC grunted at her modest breasts and casually tore off her plain white bra. It lowered its maw again and bit deep into one small breast. Mai-Lynn screamed again, the ORC raised its head and licked the warm blood from its lips.
The ORC reached down to the lower half of her suit…
It pulled and got a handful, Mai-Lynn could feel her utilitarian white panties were caught in its grip as well…
“No… no… no…” Mai-Lynn muttered in panic.
It tore out the crotch of her uniform with equal ease taking the panties and several pubic hairs too.
Castellan screamed again.
The ORC looked down at her wild black bush and something like a smile crossed its face. Mai-Lynn could see its member swelling under its ragged prison uniform. It took her head in its paws and turned it. Now she could see proud Natasha on all fours taken from behind by one ORC while another forced itself upon her mouth. She could see the Russian was straining to bite her violator, but her teeth could do nothing to the thick rubbery member between her lips.
Misako was on her back, still unconscious. Her turtleneck torn open and her skirt pushed up to her hips. One ORC held her dyed blond hair in its paw, using it to masturbate furiously. Another pulled her legs apart and plunged its swollen member between her legs. The shock awoke the Japanese girl. She screamed!
++Help me! Captain help me! It hurts!++
Helpless, Mai-Lynn didn’t even reply.
++Oh why did you let me come?++
Mai-Lynn turned off her comlink.
The boss ORC took her numb legs in its paws and spread them. Mai-Lynn looked down in horror at her own body. The drugs and hormones pumped out to keep her calm, to suppress pain and fear had an unexpected result. She was aroused. Her loins were wet, almost dripping, and burning for a touch.
“…no…” She muttered in horror.
The ORC grunted in amusement.
“…not like this…”
Its member was nearly two inches thick, and over a foot long. It was so covered in sores and scabs it was almost black. It was like he had had maglight between his legs.
“…please…”
He thrust forward.
***
Mai-Lynn screamed and woke up.
She was in her office.
She was unharmed.
She was alone.
But not everything was normal. She looked down, her bodysuit was unzipped to the crotch, she’d put her hand down it. The hideous member that has penetrated her was her own finger. She slowly pulled it out. It was wet and sticky.
There was a knock on the door.
Mai-Lynn hastily zipped up and wiped her fingers on a tissue. She checked her hair and stood up.
“Enter!” She said.
It was just Natasha.
“Afternoon Captain, are you all right?”
“What? Yes, fine, fine. Why?”
“You were sending messages over your comlink, something about ‘this is impossible, where are our reinforcements’. Obata and I both got them.”
“What? How? I mean… I was running a combat sim; somehow my uh… simulated commands must have been routed to you. Sorry for the confusion. If that is all…”
Natasha stopped and sniffed the air. Mai-Lynn did as well. They both had the same olfactory enhancements; they could both smell the arousal.
“Captain, are you sure everything is-“
“Quite sure Lieutenant. Dismissed.”
Natasha saluted and left.
Mai-Lynn collapsed back into her chair with a sigh.
What the hell had happened?
***
Mai-Lynn was in agony. AGONY!
She sat around the table with Colonel Gu and a few other UNICORN officers alongside a group of diplomats in grey suits.
For the cybernetically enhanced this sort of in-person meeting was a quant anachronism. Among themselves they could communicate and transfer information at the speed of light. Analyzing situations and coming up with solutions in less time than it took to shake hands and exchange business cards. That was what made them so effective in combat.
But these officials from the United Nations in New York were ordinary men and women, without so much as a microchip among them. They needed to speak, to listen, to read documents, to waste time.
Castellan tried to contain her irritation. She knew too many agents who had given in to contempt and learned to hate the ordinary people they worked for. Those agents decided that they knew better, that they should be the ones calling the shots. Mai-Lynn knew where that attitude leads, it leads to monsters, it leads to Modred.
But that didn’t stop her from hating every minute of the meeting.
“And now we’d like look at this year’s budget for operations in Haiti…”
AGONY!
She rubbed her legs together, resisting the urge to put her hand between them.
***
After the meeting finally ended she took the elevator down to the prison level. The cells at Corsica were mainly meant to hold prisoners during interrogation and trial. Once sentenced by the International Superhuman Crimes Tribunal the prisoners were transferred to the secure facility in Hokkaido.
Chesterfield had been tried and sentenced a week ago, he was already gone. Mai-Lynn tried to access his records but found they were classified and sealed. She made a note to follow up with Colonel Gu later.
She chatted with the guards and techs in the windowless room. She tried to ignore the memories it raised. She asked and learned there weren’t even any ORCs in the facility at this time. There hadn’t been for months.
But there was one prisoner she wanted to check on.
Modred was in a small cell, slightly larger than a broom closet. His arms and legs were removed, his power cells as well. His armor was cracked open exposing the delicate machinery within. Dozens of wires and hoses connected him to vital life-support systems and allowed the central computer to pick his brain apart. Without hours of delicate cybernetic work he could not even be removed from this cell. His head was slumped on his chest, a bit of drool fell from his lips. He was due to be tried in a week and then he would be gone forever.
“What did you do to me?” She whispered.
The metal carcass did not answer.
She left.
***
“Salut, coffee madam?”
“Espresso. And some privacy s'il vous plaît.”
“Of course.”
The café owner walked away shaking his head. She was good-looking oriental woman, dressed in a spaghetti-strap red sundress and sandals. She could have any man in the town if she wanted but she wanted to shut herself away alone in a dark café and play with her computer. He didn’t understand these kids today.
Mai-Lynn opened her laptop and logged onto to the café’s wireless network. She was on the other side of the island, far from the UNICORN headquarters and anyone who knew her. Her comlink was turned off. She was off the grid.
The laptop of course was completely superfluous. Mai-Lynn could access something as crude as the internet with her own onboard systems but it made for a good cover. She put on her ipod as well, becoming the very vision of a 21st century cyber worker.
She logged in.
***
She was dressed in a schoolgirl’s sailor suit, bent over a desk. Her panties were around her ankles.
The black man grunted as he penetrated her ass. He yanked her hair, ‘feel that, feel my big black cock!’
Mai-Lynn felt it but was bored. She terminated the simulation.
***
A few years before she had developed a disturbing interest in internet porn. Even using UNICORN systems to create graphic and disturbing fantasies. After some close calls she had finally stopped and gotten control of herself. Perhaps the incident had just been suppressed desires bubbling up to the surface? But this simulation had been totally unfulfilling. And it had not felt nearly as real.
But maybe she just needed something a bit more hardcore? She logged in again, this time seeking out her old standby; www.orientalcumwhorebondage.biz.
She closed her eyes.
***
When she opened them she was in a dungeon chamber, the vaulted ceiling vanished in the shadows above, the walls were lined with rough stones. The only light came from torches and red wax candles.
“AH!” She cried out in surprise. Something hot had struck her ass.
Then she realized her position. She was naked of course, but she took that for granted. Mai-Lynn’s arms and legs were lashed behind her back with rough hemp rope that irritated her skin. They had been pulled back painfully, her wrists lashed to her elbows, her thighs to her calves, her ankles to her forearms. A bamboo rod separated her knees, making it impossible to close her legs. She was completely helpless.
She was hanging from the ceiling in that hogtied position, her ass in the air, her head facing the floor at a 45 degree angle, her hair covering her tear-stained face. Rough ropes crisscrossed her body in an X, tied tightly around her breasts, cutting off the blood and making them stand out like red pimples on her chest. Above her a chandelier was filled with red candles, each one periodically dripping hot wax on her pale skin. “Ah!” She cried out again as some landed on her back.
She struggled a bit with the ropes, there was no give. Even worse, in this sim her enhancements were cut off, she was no stronger than a normal woman.
She heard a door creak open and footsteps echo on the stone floor. A man stood in front of her dressed in a black silk robe, his face covered in shadow. Due to her bondage and the angle she was eye level with his crotch.
“Ah!” She cried out again. The hot wax had dripped onto her inner thigh. Her breasts were in agony, every muscle was cramping up.
“You want to come down?” The man asked, his voice was distorted, unrecognizable, anonymous.
Mai-Lynn considered ending the sim then and there, this wasn’t arousing at all. If she had suppressed desires this surely wasn’t one of them. But she decided to play along just for bit more.
“Please master…please” she said. Without meaning to, her voice rose into a plea. This was a lot more uncomfortable than she expected.
“Show me.” He parted his robe exposing a massive member.
That was enough. Mai-Lynn ordered the sim to terminate.
Nothing happened.
She started to get scared.
***
“Pierre, look!” The café owner said to his cousin. The oriental woman in the corner booth had jerked and cried out and was now sitting bolt upright. Her back was arched, making even her modest breasts strain against the thin fabric of the sundress. She twisted her arms behind her back, each hand clutching the opposite elbow. She spread her legs wide and started to pant.
“Madam, are you all right? Madam?”
***
“Please… no…” Mai-Lynn wanted to sound defiant, instead she sounded scared. The robed man took her chin in one hand and pressed her cheeks with his thumb and forefinger. Her mouth was pried open.
Mai-Lynn could feel the hot tears running down her cheeks. This wasn’t right, it wasn’t right at all. She tried to remind herself it was just a sim but it seemed so real. And it wouldn’t end. Why wouldn’t it end?
The man pushed his throbbing dick deep into her mouth, Mai-Lynn felt herself gag.
“Do a good job, and I might let you down. Disappoint me and well…” More hot wax fell, this time bulls-eyeing Mai-Lynn’s exposed pussy. She howled in pain, her scream muffled by the dick in her mouth. She couldn’t stand it any longer, the pain was too much, even it was just simulated it felt real. It was real. This wasn’t a game, this was who she was, what she was.
She started to lick.
***
“What’s she doing Ronald?”
The woman was sitting the same way but with her eyes squeezed shut and licking, like she had an invisible popsicle in her mouth.
“I don’t know, but I like it.” He chuckled. “I bet she’d like something too.”
Pierre nodded. It was a slow day. And getting near closing time anyway. He pointed to the door. Ronald turned the sign to closed, locked it and drew the curtains.
***
The master’s hot cum sprayed Mai-Lynn in the face. He causally used her long dark hair to wipe his dick clean. She saw it start to throb again. She shut her eyes and mouth as the stream of hot piss hit her face washing off the cum. She heard the master walking away.
“No! No! Master no, master please untie me, master please…”
The master stopped and turned towards the far wall. He carefully undid a hemp rope tied to a metal loop. He slowly lowered Mai-Lynn to the floor. She sighed as her abused body touched the cold stone. She was still helplessly tied but at least she was back on the ground. She looked up at her master. He had a knife!
“No, please no, please, I’ve been good…”
He slashed!
Mai-Lynn felt her ankles come free. Another two slashes and her thighs were no longer bound to her calves and her knees no longer tied to the bamboo pole. But she was not free. Her arms were still tightly restrained, her breasts still squeezed by the hemp rope. The master put a leather collar on her and cuffed her ankles together so that they were separated by only a few inches of chain. He gestured for her to rise.
Mai-Lynn’s legs were completely numb; if she could not see them she would have thought they’d been removed. But painfully she wiggled on to her knees and rose shakily to her feet. She looked up at her master’s face but a quick slap brought her head back down. Slaves were not to walk with their heads held high.
He pulled the leash, she staggered forward.
***
Pierre pulled up her skirt and fondled the girl through her panties, she was soaking wet. Ronald kissed her face and fondled her breasts through the thin dress. The girl was panting with desire. Finally he undid his jeans and pulled her to her stomach. She wrapped her lips around his cock and started to suck. Pierre pulled down the wet panties and fucked her pussy.
This was unbelievable! The girl was tighter than anything he’d been inside. Even some asses weren’t this tight! He nodded to his cousin Ronald. The both laughed.
***
On her knees Mai-Lynn sucked her master’s cock again, this time slowly, lovingly, with gratitude. The fear was gone, now she felt only love for her master who had ended her torment. She struggled to please him.
She felt her pussy getting hot and wet and sighed contently.
***
Ronald gasped again, this girl kept doing something with her tongue that would feel like a climax but just kept going. She was pinching his dick with her lips too, keeping from cumming until she wanted him to.
Pierre was also in exquisite agony as her muscles clenched tight on his dick, keeping up the pleasure but not allowing release.
“Oh God…” they both sighed in unison.
And then…
***
Mai-Lynn felt the explosion of love inside her mouth and this time savored every drop. She looked up at her master for some token of approval.
It was the first time she had seen his face.
It was no one she knew.
***
Finally release! Ronald came in her mouth, Pierre in her cunt, filling the girl from both sides with their cum. She beamed up at Ronald with such a look of pride and love he wished he could see it forever.
He high-fived Pierre.
They’d been running the café for a few years, every few weeks one or the other or both would fuck some American or British cunt who came here looking for romance. But this… this was something else. Pierre got up to get some coffee for them.
“What do you think her story is?”
“She spoke pretty good French for a gook. Maybe she’s Vietnamese? She might have French blood though looking at her.”
“But what was she doing? I thought she was having some kind of fit.”
“Drugs maybe? Some new hallucinogen or something.”
“Mierde you know that means the cops. She’ll probably say we drugged her or some shit like that.”
“You didn’t, did you?”
“Nah. I stopped doing that after the trouble last year.”
“So what should we do with her?”
Pierre thought a minute. He decided. “We take her out the back door, drive her to the beach, strip her and toss her in. If she recovers and can swim, great. If not, well she should have stayed off drugs. Either way if anyone asks she came in, she had an espresso and she left. The sea will take care of the evidence and then it’s her word against ours.”
Ronald nodded. He grabbed her arms. Pierre grabbed her legs.
Mai-Lynn cracked her eyes a bit. The sim had ended but now she was being carried? Was this some new program? A continuation of the old one?
No! She recognized the café, she even recognized the waiter but why were they carrying her out? Why did her mouth taste of cum? Why were her panties on the floor?
Her combat enhancements came online; she twisted out of their grip and landed on her feet. She kicked the surprised Pierre in the face, tripped up Ronald with a low kick and run for the door. She saw it was locked and jumped through the glass. She ran down the streets for her scooter and tore off before anyone could even shout.
***
++Ensign Obata, I need you. Now. Bring your kit++
++Wassup doc?++
++Now! Tell no one, come now++
Thirty minutes later Obata’s car pulled up a deserted country road miles from UNICORN headquarters. Castellan was waiting for under a tree. The captain was dressed in a torn red sundress, her normally neat hair completely disheveled and an expression of fear and pain on her face.
“You’re late! Did you bring your diagnostic kit? Did you tell anyone?”
“Sorry, yes, no.” Obata answered succinctly.
“Good. Good… Good. Plug me in. Now. Hurry.”
“Whoa pilgrim, hold your horses, where’s the fire?”
Castellan needed a second to figure out that string of clichés. “Ever since, since that Modred case, something… something is wrong with me. They did something to me. Baron Blood or Klaus or Gu or Chesterfield or Modred or someone. Something. I’m not right. Something’s wrong. Find it! Find it damnit! Find it!”
“Yes cap’n.” Obata plugged the portable diagnostic computer into the back of Mai-Lynn’s head.
It was past dark when she finally unplugged it and shook her head.
“You’ve got a clean bill of health son. Everything is 100% grade A UNICORN software, accept no substitutes.”
“No… no… it can’t be, you missed something.”
“Quality is job one!”
Mai-Lynn jumped to her feet. Her legs were trembling. She pointed an accusing finger at Obata. Her finger shook.
“I know what you’re thinking! Cyber-psychosis! Wetware malfunction! Agents who can’t tell sims from reality! Agent Persaud running down the streets of New Delhi saying he’s King Arthur, Agent Brown jumping off the UN building thinking he could fly… drooling nutters, locked in cells in Hokkaido! Well that’s not me!”
“Oh-kayy”
An idea seemed to hit the agent; she grabbed the Japanese girl by the lapels and shook her.
“You! All this started when you arrived! You’re doing this to me! And damnit you will f-f-f…” She dropped Obata and shook her head. “No… I’m sorry, I’m not myself… Please forget I said anything…”
“Time out.” Obata said. She pulled a gadget from her jacket and pushed a button.
Mai-Lynn fell over like a chopped down tree.
Obata sighed and dragged the agent into her car.
***
Mai-Lynn jerked awake with a scream. She saw she was back in her quarters, in her own bed. Natasha and Misako ran to her side.
“Captain! Are you all right?”
“What’s the 411?”
They sat down at either side of her, Mai-Lynn clutched the sheets close to her with both hands, she was naked under them.
“I… I… I’m naked?” She finally asked.
“Sorry Captain but your dress was just filthy, it smelled like a men’s locker room.”
“No, no, it’s OK, I… I guess Ensign Obata told you.”
“She told me you were not well.”
“Oh Natasha, I don’t know what’s happening to me. I’ve been having these episodes, hallucinations and I can’t tell what’s real any more. Natasha, I’m scared, I’m very scared… I may be losing it. Cyber-psychosis…” she whispered.
“Captain, that’s a little extreme don’t you think? Surely you’ve just been working too hard with too little relaxation.” Natasha reached up and unzipped her bodysuit. Her firm round breasts popped right out. She wore nothing under the skintight uniform.
“Lieutenant!” Castellan started to phrase a reprimand but her partner just pushed her down on her back and hushed the Eurasian woman. She took one of Mai-Lynn’s hands and put it on her breast.
“Everyone knows you’ve turned down every man in UNICORN. It must be so hard for you. No wonder you’re cracking up. No one to share your desires with. Normally women aren’t my thing but-“ Natasha leered down at her commander and licked her lips “anything for the good of the unit.”
“No… no…”
Obata had already taken off her jacket and indigo turtleneck. She picked up Mai-Lynn’s other hand and put it on one of her breasts. Her breasts were a bit smaller than the Russian woman’s but well formed and quite attractive on her smaller body. “Did you know that you’re my hero…” she hummed.
“No, I don’t, I mean I never…”
Natasha slipped under the covers with her and kissed her commander’s neck. Misako slipped between Mai-Lynn’s legs and licked her inner thighs.
“Now just relax and I’ll do all the work…” The Russian woman cooed.
***
“AH!” Mai-Lynn jerked awake again in her quarters. She was in bed again. Naked again. But there was no one else there.
She wandered her own room for a while. Her enhanced olfactory senses found no trace that anyone else had been here, at least that no one else had been doing anything ‘vigorous’. She checked her own computer records. The last video was of her talking to Ensign Obata in the countryside. So that, at least, was real.
Assuming of course that this was.
Mai-Lynn put on her combat uniform, the indigo bodysuit and white body armor. It made her feel less vulnerable. She put on her white beret and headed outside.
She found Obata in her lab.
“Ensign report!”
“Looking fine my sister!” Obata responded. But she also sent her diagnostic reports and video of her smuggling Mai-Lynn back to her quarters.
“Thank you. I’m sorry about what I said, I-I wasn’t myself.”
“No problem! That’s what friends are for!”
“No really, I am sorry. Have you told anyone else? Anyone? Even Lieutenant Gorki?”
“My lips are sealed.”
“Good. Thank you again.”
“Anytime.”
Mai-Lynn returned to her quarters and collapsed onto the bed. Cyber-psychosis. It was the only answer. Her mind could no longer cope with the information being sent directly into it. She had lost the ability to tell reality from fiction, she was a danger to herself and to others. She had to report it. She had to seek help. It was her duty.
She thought of the poor insane agents drooling in their cells in Hokkaido, imaging herself among them. Imagining Colonel Gu standing over her laughing.
She fell into a deep fitful sleep.
Afterword
I suppose this chapter could have gone on forever with new and different hallucinations for poor little Mai-Lynn but somewhere along the way I decided to have a plot. Feel free to invent your own for he and stay tuned for the exciting conclusion!
Please e-mail me with any comments, complaints or suggestions. Remember feedback leads to more stories!
Marcus Lycus
October 2007
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