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Retirement by Noodlehammer
Worm & Cyberpunk 2077 Xover Rated: M, English, [V, Skitter], Words: 181k+, Favs: 2k+, Follows: 2k+, Published: Jan 28 Updated: Jul 29
743Chapter 9: Biotechnica Hotel, Part 1
Thanks go to Alvor for beta reading
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Hindsight was an amazing thing. What was once a big deal suddenly began to feel small when something new and bigger came along. Taylor was already familiar with the phenomenon, but now she was experiencing it again as she and V approached the doors of the Biotechnica Hotel.
No, not V right now. At the moment she was 'Bianca Darieux', a Biotechnica employee of unspecified providence from one of the European branches of the company.
Taylor had asked if being so vague was really the best idea when they were going into a hotel full of Biotechnica employees. Surely someone was bound to be suspicious of it?
But she was assured that all corporations, especially the megacorporations, were so mired in a mess of nepotism, corruption, incompetence, ass-covering, and responsibility-dodging that nobody would want to know who they were. As long as they didn't pry into anyone's business or get caught doing anything suspicious, nobody was going to pry into theirs. 'Bianca' was just some Corpo from one of the European branches here to relax for a bit. Nobody was going to risk pissing off someone potentially important if there was no clear gain to be had.
That seemed pretty unbelievable, but V was the expert, so she would follow her lead.
As best she could anyway, because the sheer level of social chameleoning her girlfriend was pulling off was even more unbelievable than their fake credentials. If she hadn't seen the transformation from V into Bianca Darieux happen, she would have called bullshit on them being the same person.
Through some combined sorcery of biosculpting and makeup, V's Asian heritage was covered up and her features looked entirely Caucasian. Her tattoo was removed, her skin tone darkened to a partial Mediterranean shade, more than enough to throw off any sense of familiarity. Her eyes were set to an icy blue and her hair dyed to a bright platinum blonde.
She looked completely different, some mix between Italian, French, and Nordic. Combined with a pair of fancy shoes with six inch heels to give her more height, and a tight white and gold dress, there was no resemblance at all.
But it went deeper than just looks. Everything from the way she walked, the way she emoted, the look in her eyes, her expressions, her tone of voice, her accent,… Taylor could see nothing of her girlfriend in this fake identity.
It was kind of awe-inspiring, really. Taylor's biggest Achilles heel had always been social stuff. She'd gotten good at intimidation during her cape career, but that was it. Her own bungling attempts at undercover work seemed all the more embarrassing in comparison.
Which brought her thoughts back to the enlightening powers of hindsight. Taylor felt foolish for protesting V's attempts to make her 'merc fashionable' in the past. She would rather wear leather pants every day for the rest of her life than dress up at the whims of 'Bianca' again.
But she had agreed to fully dive into her fake identity and that meant doing whatever her… sugar mama wanted. God, just thinking about it was embarrassing, and she didn't even have the option to escape it by shunting into the swarm. In fact, she was absolutely forbidden from doing so for the entirety of this gig, even in private, because only Taylor Hebert had that power, and she was not supposed to be Taylor Hebert right now. The swarm was only to be used for the gig.
It made sense, but it was just so embarrassing. You'd think that becoming a warlord at just under sixteen and fighting a godlike omnicidal alien would make you immune to such trivial things, but it really didn't.
Still, like so many other times in her life, there was nothing else to do except trudge forward.
And trudging was what it felt like. Or maybe waddling would be a better term? Either way, Taylor felt distinctly out of her comfort zone wearing the weird wraparound corpo dress and low-heeled shoes. She had been coached on how to move in them, but she didn't feel like she was doing it right. Compared to 'Bianca's' confident and domineering stride in her high heels, she felt like a penguin.
Or maybe a lame peacock, given the pale blue color of the dress and the gold-plated vanity cyberarm that had replaced her mantis blade. V had taken her to Vik and insisted on the change, promising that they could switch it back later.
Taylor knew that she was dressed up to look like an accessory to 'Bianca'. All her scars had been removed, her hair had been straightened out a bit from it's usual curls to gentle waves, colored a warm chestnut, and made to frame her face. Her eyes had been turned a soft blue, and her face rounded out a bit to make it seem like she still had some baby fat clinging to her. All to make her seem younger and more innocent. Even her visible awkwardness was used to highlight how confident V's fake identity was in comparison.
Again, that was some awe-inspiring infiltration skill. Her desire to learn it for herself was one of the main reasons she had agreed to the way they were doing this gig, apart from because it was her girlfriend asking.
'Bianca' strode towards the security scanner doors of the hotel as if she had absolutely nothing to be concerned about. Taylor, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel her heart rate increase from a rush of adrenaline. It took conscious effort to not tense up in preparation for a fight.
But the beefy guy at the door just made note of all the high grade bioware and the deadly monowires in her arms with a bored expression.
"Enjoy your stay, Ma'am." He said at 'Bianca's' imperiously expectant look. With the ridiculous heels, she was actually quite a bit taller than him.
"Thank you." The former corpo pretending to be a current corpo managed to make it sound like he should be the one thanking her, somehow.
Taylor walked into the scanner next, somewhat calmer now. If V's scan hadn't been a problem, then hers probably wouldn't be either.
She didn't get any pleasantries, though, just a wave of the arm to continue. Corpo culture was starting to feel strangely like high school.
With that disturbing thought, Taylor hurried to join 'Bianca' at the reception desk… where she was impatiently tapping her claw-like, cyan-painted nails and visibly unsettling the poor girl working there.
"Everything checks out, Ma'am." There was a barely noticeable tone of relief in the receptionist's voice, who had clearly dreaded the thought of telling someone like 'Bianca' that there was any kind of inconvenience. "Room 673. Your luggage has already been delivered."
"Good." V once again managed to give the impression that the world owed her something and was being rude by not going above and beyond to provide it, whatever 'it' was. "Come along, Charlotte. Let's go settle in."
Taylor had been asked to come up with a fake name for herself. Never being very good at that, she had picked the first name that had come to mind – that of her old minion from her warlord days.
Thankfully, V had loved it. Said it sounded cute and innocent and something that only a corpo would come up with for their child. Jackie had confirmed it, saying that no street kid would be caught dead with a name like 'Charlotte'.
Weird logic, because Charlotte had swung a mean baseball bat. Still, Night City was Night City.
Taylor followed behind her girlfriend, heading towards the elevators. On the way, she couldn't help but note the garish choice of color Biotechnica seemed to favor. Sure, the blue-green tones had a vaguely oceanic feel, which worked as an association for their biotech, but why did they have to stray into the neon hues?
Her thoughts were interrupted when a hand very possessively grabbed at her ass, the tight dress doing nothing to protect it. Taylor couldn't help but jump a bit in surprise. She wasn't used to not having bugs around to keep track of people and it was unnerving.
"Soon." V murmured hungrily into her ear, making it clear what was going to happen once they got to their room.
Taylor swallowed, a mix of aroused and nervous. She had no idea what her girlfriend was planning, except for the fact that it would be 'in character'. Considering what she had seen of 'Bianca' so far, that was a fairly intimidating prospect.
She had been warned that when V assumed an identity, she assumed it completely. As Bianca, she would do things, take liberties, and cross lines that V wouldn't. At least not without asking first.
Taylor had been given an emergency phrase that would shut things down, but she resolved to not use it.
For one thing, she wanted to learn that kind of skill herself. That meant becoming 'Charlotte' as much as possible, and 'Charlotte' wouldn't have a safety net. For another, she was, despite all assurances, still worried that V was getting bored of their sex life. That vibrotongue had been a surprise.
Taylor might not be confident in her sexuality, but she wasn't a prude. She had lost her virginity at fifteen – very bad circumstances notwithstanding – and had been open to trying stuff with Brian. It was Night City's insanely hyper-sexual culture that had made her recoil.
But that wasn't fair to V. Relationships were a two-way street, and her girlfriend had been more than accommodating. It was time to reciprocate.
How bad could it be anyway? Short of public humiliation, which she was sure was not on the table, Taylor was sure that she could take whatever 'Bianca' dished out. It would undoubtedly be embarrassing, but she could deal with that as long as it was just them.
And lastly, she was still concerned about V's mental state. Taylor doubted that she was as over the trauma that her old boss had inflicted on her as she liked to act. Problem was, she had no idea how to help her girlfriend deal with it. Letting her be in control for a while, even if it was just roleplay, might help. Maybe?
They had made their way to their room while she was thinking and 'Bianca' opened the door, striding in and giving a nod of satisfaction at the sight of their bags neatly set against a wall.
"Take that one to the bedroom." She ordered, pointing at a large black suitcase.
Taylor swallowed the instinctive irritation at the tone. It wasn't V speaking to Taylor, but 'Bianca' speaking to 'Charlotte'. Just treat it like roleplay.
And ignore the vague sense of dread. That was also part of the scenario.
"Yes, Ma'am." She said obediently, taking a deep breath.
The suitcase was not as heavy as its size would suggest, and she had to wonder what was in it. It definitely wasn't one of the clothing ones. In fact, she had never seen this suitcase before, which meant that V had packed it in secret.
Ominous.
The hotel bedroom was quite large, with a nice bed and inoffensive cream-colored furnishing. It looked comfortable enough, but sterile and impersonal. And, naturally, everything had that futuristic corpo look that was a mix of sharp and curved. To her, it looked like something an edgy sci-fi nerd might have come up with, but at least it wasn't Arasaka and its obsession with red and black. From what she recalled of Glen Chambers' ranting, those were the most stereotypically villainous colors, and, much to the man's frustration, also very popular among edgy Wards.
From this high up and with the sun already over the horizon, Night City looked beautiful. She could easily understand why corpos were so removed from reality if this was the only kind of view they had of things.
Before anything else, it was time to do something mission-related – sweeping the room for bugs of the technological kind. Taylor had no doubt that V was also doing that very same thing. She didn't have the cybernetics to do that kind of thing, but she did have the bugs she had smuggled inside. Carefully and thoroughly, she used the tiny critters to sweep every nook and cranny for cameras or listening devices that might have been left in the room by either other guests like them or the hotel itself. The usually disorienting sense of scale was helpful in this case, because listening devices were about the same size as her sweeper bugs.
She didn't find any, which hopefully meant that there weren't any.
'Bianca' came into the bedroom a minute or so afterwards, having apparently slipped into something more comfortable. Her hair was down, and she was wearing nothing but a silk robe. Her look was predatory.
The windows suddenly darkened, leaving only the hotel's dimmed lights to illuminate the bedroom. The dark glass functioned like a mirror now, reflecting the insides of the room.
"Undress for me." 'Bianca' ordered softly.
Taylor, 'Charlotte', swallowed her nervousness and obeyed. The corpo dress was strange and had something similar to a velcro strap holding it together at the waist. Peeling that off was the work of moments, leaving her holding the dress in nothing but her panties.
V had seen her naked plenty of times before, so the urge to cover herself up was ridiculous, but she felt it anyway. Even knowing that it was V, 'Bianca' just seemed so different. Still, she supposed that it was more 'in character' for 'Charlotte' to feel nervous, so she didn't resist the urge to cover up.
"Don't hide yourself from me." Came the next order, still in that same soft tone. "Turn around."
Again, she obeyed, now able to see the older woman only in the reflection of the glass.
"Slide your panties off, slowly." 'Bianca's' tone was now distinctly hungry. "Don't bend your knees."
The only way to remove her panties without bending her knees was to bend her waist instead. Taylor had seen this kind of move done before, both on TV and when V was in a teasing mood, but she had always thought of herself as too unsexy to do it herself. Surely, if she did try it, she would just end up looking ridiculous?
Now she was forced to stare at her reflection as she did it, seeing 'Bianca's' hungry eyes fixed firmly on her legs and ass as she slowly slid the panties down. The older woman licked her lips, which made her automatically flush with arousal. That kind of look was definitely familiar.
The blonde stepped forward once the panties were off and she straightened back up, reaching out a hand to lightly trail her fingers over the exposed curve of a buttock. Taylor couldn't help but shiver, goose bumps forming over her skin.
'Bianca' took another step forward, pressing herself against Taylor's back, trailing clawed finger nails over her stomach and breasts. Slowly, her right hand trailed down to her pubic mound while her left gave a light pinch to a nipple.
With a deep inhale that couldn't be described as anything other than lusty, 'Bianca' spoke again. "Wait right here, and close your eyes. I have something for you."
Taylor had just been getting comfortable with the sexy build up, now she was back to being nervous. What kind of pervy thing did the older woman have in mind?
"Yes. Ma'am." She said the only thing she could say. After all, she was just a junior employee.
With her eyes closed and no bugs in the room to cheat with, her ears were the only thing she could rely on. And they told her that 'Bianca' had heaved the mysterious suitcase onto a table and opened it. What was in there?
Bare feet on carpet heralded her return. Soft hands gathered up her hair and pulled it away from her neck, making Taylor frown in confusion. Was it a necklace?
Soft leather touched her neck and clicked shut, fitted snugly to the skin.
Taylor's eyes snapped open in shock as she realized what had just happened. The reflection in the dark windows confirmed it. There was a black leather collar around her neck, with golden letters spelling something out. It took her a moment to read it in the mirrored surface of the windows.
Mommy's Favorite
"Wha…?!" Taylor gaped in shock and some indignation.
The collar was not entirely unexpected. She had figured that V would do something kinky and given the roles they were playing…
But that?
"Do you like it, Charlotte?"
The question was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing her indignation. Not because of the vaguely threatening tone, but because it was a reminder of the situation. She was not supposed to be Taylor, veteran cape, right now. She was supposed to be Charlotte, a powerless junior employee doing whatever she could to placate her boss.
This wasn't necessary for the gig, it was just meant to train her to assume a false identity. They had practiced before the gig of course, but this was the first proper test run. She could break character and call the whole thing off… but if she couldn't do this then she wouldn't be able to do it at all. Yes, it was embarrassing, but assuming false identities was never going to be comfortable and V was her girlfriend. She could trust her, right? It would just be embarrassing, rather than humiliating, right?
Taylor wanted to trust her, said that she did not long ago, so she closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath.
I'm Charlotte, and Charlotte isn't a fighter.
"Yes, Ma'am." 'Charlotte' said meekly. It wasn't pleasant to go back to being a doormat, but it was unfortunately familiar.
"Ma'am?" 'Bianca' asked with disapproval dripping from her tone. "Is that all we are to each other, sweet one?"
It didn't take a genius to guess at the implication.
Unable to hide in her swarm, Taylor squirmed awkwardly under the older woman's hands, heat rushing to her face. Finally, she took a deep breath and decided to just take the plunge. Worst comes to worst, she could wuss out. "No… Mommy."
"I'm glad to hear it." 'Bianca' purred. "Now come along, I have something fun prepared."
She was led to the bed by the hand and left to stand there, while the blonde went towards the suitcase.
The suitcase which 'Charlotte' could now see was full of all kinds of toys.
'Bianca' took three items in particular from it. One, she didn't really recognize, but it looked like it had a container of some sort, about the size of a half litre bottle. Some kind of pump?
The second was a small bottle of something.
The third, much to her embarrassment, she did recognize. It would be hard not to, with how often she saw commercials about the Mr. Studd cybernetic penis.
This was not that. This was the lesser known Mrs. Studd strapless dildo-vibrator combination. Instead of cyberware, it was a sex toy. This particular one was of substantial size and even having a fake pair of testicles under it. Brian had been a fairly well endowed man, but this one looked a little bigger.
A bit of a relief, frankly. She wasn't afraid of being penetrated and would even look forward to experiencing it now that her nerves worked properly. There were certainly far worse things that 'Bianca' could have brought to bear.
But she was surprised again. Instead of inserting the vibrator end into herself, 'Bianca' dropped the other two items on the bed and moved around her again. 'Charlotte' could only look down as the blue-fingernailed hand held the sex toy to her crotch and gently affixed it in place, biting her lip as it cupped her clitoris and the curved vibrator penetrated her, pressing right up against her G-spot. A moment later, the whole thing vacuum-sealed itself into place.
"It looks good on you." 'Bianca' said, looking down over her shoulder. Her hand slowly stroked the fake penis, producing a low buzz from the vibrator end and the clitoris cup. "Are you ready?"
'Charlotte' swallowed, face burning. Seeing a very realistic-looking penis jutting out from her crotch was weird and not at all what she'd been expecting, but she could handle it. "Yes."
"Yes what?" 'Bianca' asked sternly.
"Yes, Mommy."
"Good."
Upon saying that, the older woman walked over to the bed and crawled onto it on all fours, sticking her butt out with her back arched. The moist folds of her nether lips and the puckered star of her anus were clearly visible.
"Take the anal pump and clean me out." 'Bianca' ordered.
'Charlotte' froze as the function of the pump-thing became clear. Things had taken another unexpected turn.
"Come on now." The prompt was accompanied by an ass wiggle. "Don't leave me waiting."
Taylor hadn't known that V was into… butt stuff. Or was this another 'in character' thing? I guess it's not my ass…
Picking it up, she noted that there was some kind of liquid in the container part. Too thick and viscous to be water by the feel of it. Making an educated guess as to how the anal pump worked, she removed the cap from what looked like the front end, revealing an already-lubed up… extension, less than half the size of a pinky finger, surrounded by some kind of suction-cup. It looked kinda of like a baby's pacifier. Gingernly, she inserted the extension into 'Bianca''s anus, trying not to pay attention to the pleased hum from the woman.
The suction cup attached to the skin around it, firmly sealing off the… exit hole. A light that had previously been glowing red on the small display screen turned green, clearly indicating readiness. Since she hadn't been given any other instructions and there being little ambiguity, she pressed the button to activate it.
Immediately, she felt the anal pump… well, pumping, the liquid into 'Bianca''s bowels. Accompanied by a satisfied groan from the woman.
The whole thing felt awkward, and 'Charlotte' could do nothing except stand there for the minute or so that it took for the entire process to finish. Then another minute as it happened in reverse.
"Oh, that's good." 'Bianca' sighed. "You can take it out now."
'Charlotte' did so, immediately noting that there was now a minty smell emanating from the older woman's anus.
"Apply the lube." Came the next order.
Putting the pump aside, she picked up the bottle of lubricant and hesitantly dripped some of it into and over the now freshly smelling hole. The small moan this elicited didn't make things any less awkward.
"Rub it in." 'Bianca' ordered.
'Charlotte' hesitated again, before swallowing and slowly spreading the lube around.
"Inside as well."
With a small grimace, she inserted a finger into the older woman's anus and started rubbing around. The squelching, sighing, and moaning did nothing to make this less weird. Was she really going to be doing this?
"Mmm, that's enough. Stand up and stick it in."
She could chicken out, but Taylor had promised herself not to unless she really had to. A bit of discomfort could be dealt with and she'd already come so far. She would stay 'Charlotte' and do as she was told.
So she stood up and gingerly grabbed the Mrs. Studd jutting from her groin, aiming it at 'Bianca''s winking, lubed up pucker. While she was at it, she also spread some of the lube on the fake penis, because that just seemed like a good idea.
"Come on, don't be shy." 'Bianca' said, wiggling her rear ever so slightly.
Taking a deep breath, she pressed the tip of the fake penis into the lubricated hole that was winking at her invitingly. Seeing it slowly sink in was strangely compelling. There was a sense of power in this position that she couldn't help but like, helped along by the low buzz of the vibrator rewarding her for it every step of the way.
"Oh, yes." 'Bianca' groaned as she was penetrated, further easing Taylor's concerns.
It took several minutes, and multiple times pulling back before going back in, before she was fully hilted in the older woman's butt. 'Bianca' moaned approvingly the whole way, leaving 'Charlotte's' face burning with embarrassment. The sense of power she got from the position clashed sharply with the feeling of the collar around her neck.
Once she was all the way in, she just remained there, watching 'Bianca' simply breathe as she adjusted to the intruder in her bowels. But more than that, Taylor was relieved to see that her fists slowly unclenched and she seemed to relax.
"That's a good, darling." 'Bianca' hummed with a sigh. "Just stay right there for a while…"
That was actually a bit easier said than done. Knowing that the vibrator would reward her for moving gave her the urge to do so. Plus, there really was something compelling at seeing the Mrs. Studd sink into her girlfriend's butt.
But she stayed still, keeping her breathing even as 'Bianca' squeezed down on the fake penis with her inner muscles and slowly moved back and forth a little.
"Would you like to start moving?" The currently blonde woman asked, looking back with a small smirk.
It was the kind of smirk that really made you want to wipe it off someone's face.
"Yes." 'Charlotte' admitted, knowing what the game was.
"Yes…?"
She was really going to make her say it every time wasn't she? The embarrassment didn't feel as bad as it had at first, but that was probably because of overexposure.
"Yes, Mommy."
"Yes, you want to what?"
Seriously?!
"Yes, I want to start moving, Mommy."
"Then do it. Slowly."
'Charlotte' was just glad to be doing something other than talking at this point, and very slowly pulled out, watching as the lubricated fake phallus slid out of the older woman's hole. Once it was almost all the way out, she pushed back in, biting her lip as a way to distract herself from the consistent buzz of the vibrators pressing against both her clitoris and G-spot.
'Bianca' had no such restraint about her vocalizations. "Mmmmm, that's good. You like fucking Mommy in the ass, don't you, darling?"
Face burning with embarrassment, 'Charlotte' gave the only answer she could. "Yes, Mommy."
"Yes what? What do you like doing?"
After everything that happened, it was the embarrassment that was gong to kill her. With all the blood rushing to her face, she was definitely in for a heart attack soon.
"Well?" 'Bianca' demanded impatiently when she didn't answer.
Taylor had never been so desperate to go hide in the swarm before. V hard warned her that she'd be pushing limits and she'd thought she could handle it, now she had no choice but to suck it up and play along.
"I like fucking you in the ass, Mommy." She forced out.
But it wasn't over yet.
"Do you want to do it harder?" Came the mortifying question.
"Yes, Mommy." 'Charlotte' knew that she couldn't end it there, so she forced herself to continue talking. "I want to fuck your ass harder."
"Then go as hard as you want, but warn me when you are about to cum."
"Yes, Mommy, I will warn you when I'm about to cum." 'Charlotte' said, by now having figured out that she had to use full sentences or else she would just be made to repeat herself.
She focused on her slow thrusts. Somehow, her first time having anal sex with an advanced fake dick sextoy was much less embarrassing than this conversation. Not that 'Bianca' didn't try her hardest to make that embarrassing as well with the way she was moaning.
"Harder." She groaned. "Mommy can take it."
'Chalotte' gripped the older woman's hips more firmly and picked up the speed and force of her thrusts. With their bioware upgrades, there was little risk of causing actual damage. The strength of the sextoy's vibrations increased to match, making her breathing more ragged as it buzzed against her clitoris and G-spot.
"Mmm, just like that, keep up that pace." 'Bianca' instructed after she reached a certain rhythm.
"Yes, Mommy." 'Charlotte' gritted out, trying to focus through the sensations. The constant slap of flesh on flesh and the pleasured moaning was driving her towards her peak really fast. "I'm getting close!"
Suddenly, the vibrations stopped. It was so abrupt that her pace stumbled. The reminder of who was really in control despite their position was equally jarring.
"Can't have you finishing too fast." 'Bianca' panted, visibly shuddering. "Mommy needs her… hnngh!… anal orgasm. Fuck me harder, sweetie."
'Charlotte' did so, feeling the signs of her arousal trickling down her legs, and seeing the same from 'Bianca'. Without the vibrations, it didn't feel as good, but it was still hot. Just not hot enough to push her over the edge.
"Oh yeah, that's it, Almost there!" 'Bianca' hissed, reaching forward to grab the metal bars of the bed's headboard. "Stuff it all the way in and hold it there! I want to feel it buzzing in my guts when you cum!"
The vibrations came back suddenly, stronger than ever. A startled cry tore itself from 'Charlotte''s throat and she lurched forward, slamming her hips against 'Bianca's'. She nearly fell over, having to brace herself on the older woman's bent over form. The orgasm made her shudder and her knees shake, seeming to go on and on as the vibrator just continued stimulating her.
'Bianca' was even louder, screaming in pleasure shamelessly and shuddering under her. Her legs were bent as far as they would go, toes curled tightly.
It was beautiful.
When it ended, 'Charlotte' was breathing deeply and a light sheen of sweat covered her body. Constant thrusting movements were surprisingly strenuous. Below her, she could also see it gleaming on 'Bianca''s back, and was captivated by the way her anus was clenching around the Mrs. Studd.
Her eyes turned to the left, seeing the self-satisfied smirk in the mirrored glass.
"Mmmmmm." The older woman groaned in pure satisfaction. "That was good. Now why don't you pull out and take a look at what you did to me?"
'Charlotte' slowly did as she said, pulling the sex toy out of 'Bianca''s rectum. The gaped hole was not so surprising, but the sight of a thick white fluid filling it up was. No way was that real semen, right? No matter how realistic it looked. The anus already looked like it was closing up, thanks to the nanosurgeons.
"You made a mess of me, now it's time to clean it up." 'Bianca' said, gently swaying her rear side to side. "Since you did such a good job, I'll let you decide how you want to take care of it. You can either slurp it out of my ass, or you can go get a buttplug to seal it in."
There were some things she was just not ready to do, and if 'Bianca' had insisted on the first option, Taylor would have had to break character. As it was, 'Charlotte' was able to give a meek reply. "I'll go get the buttplug, Mommy."
"As you wish." 'Bianca' said ominously. "One of the black ones."
'Charlotte' walked over to the suitcase, somewhat shakily it had to be said, and looked it over for the item in question. To her slight concern, she saw that many of the toys inside came in doubles, including the Mrs. Studd, anal pump, and multiple buttplugs. There were also a variety of restraints and some things which she just plain didn't even recognize.
First, she removed the Mrs. Studd still attached to her groin. Thankfully, thankfully the vacuum seal worked the same as it did on the face mask she had briefly used, so doing that was easy. Notably, the fake testicles were now barely visible, so clearly they had been used to store the ejaculate.
That done, she gingerly took one of the buttplugs that looked to be of an appropriate size, a smooth thing made of opaque black glass. At least on the outside – 'Charlotte' had a feeling they had extra features hidden inside.
Walking back to the bed, she leaned in close and carefully pressed the tip of the buttplug to 'Bianca''s stretched anus. As she did so, she caught a whiff of something fruity in addition to the minty smell of whatever the anal pump used to clean her earlier.
That was a relief. For a second there, she had been genuinely worried that the Mrs. Studd had been filled with real semen. It sounded like something Night City would do.
Once again, 'Bianca' moaned as the buttplug was slowly inserted. With its smoothness and how lubricated it was, it only took a little wiggling and turning before it popped inside. The base had a little pink heart on it.
With a final sigh of satisfaction, 'Bianca' got off the bed and stood in front of 'Charlotte'. She grabbed her chin with two strong fingers and brought her in for an aggressive kiss, seeming intent on using her tongue to check every nook and cranny, count every tooth, and tickle her tonsils.
Only after air started becoming a problem did she pull away, still smiling with satisfaction.
"Get on the bed, same position." 'Bianca' ordered and went over to the toy suitcase herself.
Oh.
They weren't done yet. It was barely halftime.
Swallowing her nervousness, 'Charlotte' hesitantly obeyed. She was really hoping that this wasn't going where she thought it was going.
Looking over her shoulder, she saw the blonde attach the other Mrs. Studd, with inflated testicles, as well as take the other anal pump.
It was definitely going there.
"Umm,… Mommy?" She tried to object, flushing once again at using that address.
"Shhh." 'Bianca' instantly hushed, taking a knee so that she was eye-level with her upraised butt. "Just let me take care of you."
That sounded like it wasn't just 'Bianca' talking, but also V. It made Taylor hesitate, wondering if it would really be so bad to just let this happen. Her girlfriend had clearly enjoyed it and she didn't want to be boring.
How bad could it be anyway?
"Alright." 'Charlotte' said quietly. If she didn't like it, she could stop it at anytime.
'Bianca' just hummed in approval.
The touch of the lubricated, rubbery extension against her anus still made her tense up and jump a bit, but she clenched her fists and didn't move as it slowly pushed inside. With how small and slippery it was, it didn't really hurt or anything, but it did feel a bit weird.
Then the suction cup sealed itself against her skin, and she felt the first spurt of warm liquid get pumped into her bowels.
It still didn't hurt, but it was really weird to have something going in there instead of out. And the liquid itself was strangely tingly, too.
Still, 'Charlotte' just grit her teeth and put up with it, until her bowels started feeling a bit bloated. Then the anal pump stopped and started working in reverse, slowly sucking the fluid out. Once it was done, she felt… kind of empty… and fresh.
"There we go, all cleaned out." 'Bianca' said gently, putting the pump away and leaning close enough that 'Charlotte' could feel her breath against the folds of her sex.
'Charlotte' couldn't help the feeling of anticipation. She was still a bit sensitive from her recent orgasm, but she was used to going more than just one round. All those upgrades hadn't just increased combat potential.
'Bianca' started low, tongue wrapping around the curve of her groin and the tip poking at her clitoris. Before she could do more than gasp slightly, it was slowly dragged up, seeming intent on licking up all the accumulated arousal.
But instead of going back down as she expected, 'Bianca' kept on going up, until her tongue was poking at the tight ring of her anus. 'Charlotte' couldn't help but gasp at the jolt of pleasure that went up her spine as the nerves there were stimulate, and also in surprise. The feeling was a little strange, but not bad. Then it started pushing inside.
It wasn't deep, but just the feeling of something pushing in there was so strange and alien that 'Charlotte' couldn't help but squirm. Worse, it felt really nice, much nicer than she'd expected, and she had no idea how to deal with it.
She had expected that any kind of anal play would be something to be endured for her girlfriend's sake, not something that she would personally enjoy.
"Come on, let me hear you sing." 'Bianca' said pressing a thumb gently against her clitoris and massaging it, even as her tongue went back to teasing around the anus.
'Charlotte' had started suppressing any noises out of habit. Now that she had been specifically told not to, she let herself go. A soft moan escaped her lips as the stimulation continued. Then the vribrotongue activated, buzzing against her anal ring and inside her bowels.
Despite her initial hesitation, the tension of an incoming climax began to build after a few minutes of having her anus licked. The clitoris massage was helping, but the anal stimulation was definitely the main event here.
Was she still supposed to say when it was about to happen? 'Charlotte' didn't know, so she decided to err on the side of caution. She didn't want to know what kind of punishment 'Bianca' would think up.
"I'm almost there, Mommy." She shuddered, still just as embarrassed as before.
"Almost where?" 'Bianca' asked, her voice husky with lust. "I want a full sentence."
Never mind, the embarrassment was back, stronger than ever. 'Charlotte''s face burned and she couldn't bring herself to speak the words for several seconds.
'Bianca' gave her a harsh slap across the butt for it.
"Say it!" Came the stern order.
Swallowing and clenching her eyes tightly shut as if hiding from the embarrassment, 'Charlotte' answered.
"I'm going to cum from having my ass licked."
That earned her another slap.
"I'm going to cum from having my ass licked… " The repeated statement was finished in a leading tone.
'Charlotte' wanted to curl up and die of shame, but that wasn't an option.
"I'm going to cum from having my ass licked, Mommy."
"Yes, you are." 'Bianca' purred and went back to licking.
The climax, when it came, was intense. 'Charlotte' didn't know if that was because this kind of stimulation was new, or because anal orgasms were always intense, but it made her shudder and cry out from the strength of the release.
And having 'Bianca''s tongue wiggling around wildly in her anus certainly didn't lower the intensity any. Once it was over, she was left breathing heavily and shaking.
"Oh, that was sexy." The older woman breathed, standing up. "I am so ready to take this sweet virgin ass of yours."
That made 'Charlotte' tense up. She might have already decided to let it happen, and the analingus turned out much more enjoyable than expected, but hearing that statement in that hungry tone made her feel like she was in danger.
'Bianca' noticed the sudden tension and soothingly rubbed her buttcheeks with both hands. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle. You can trust me to take care of you."
'Charlotte' forced herself to take a deep breath and relax. It was fine. Taylor had experienced horrors and tortures beyond imagination. She could handle doing something that a lot of perverts seemed to enjoy, even if it was weird.
"That's it, just relax and loosen up for me." 'Bianca' purred, pressing the tip of the fake penis against her anus.
Unlike what had happened when 'Charlotte' did this, it didn't just slide in. There was a lot more resistance and the flesh did not willingly part around the intruder. But the older woman was both persistent and patient. Minutes past as she slowly worked it in, milimeter by milimeter.
'Charlotte' breathed heavily as she was ever so slowly anally penetrated. There was no pain, just a bit of discomfort, and quite a bit of reluctant pleasure. It took almost half an hour before the entire length of the Mrs. Studd was fully sheathed in her bowels, and by then her fists were clenched tightly around the metal bars of the bed's headboard. Maybe that was why V had been so tense before? Had Taylor gone in too fast?
"There we go, all the way in." 'Bianca' purred, gently rolling her hips. The Mrs. Studd vibrated, seeming to make her entire colon buzz pleasantly. "Does it feel good to have your sweet little ass filled?"
The truth was embarrassing, but there was no point in lying. "Yes, Mommy."
"Full sentences!" The reprimand came with a sharp smack along the cheeks.
'Charlotte''s face burned and she wanted nothing more than to bury it in a pillow. "It feels good to have my ass filled by you, Mommy."
'Bianca' suddenly thrust forward, pushing her into a prone position with the older woman laying on top of her. 'Charlotte' couldn't keep from crying out at the sudden move, feeling the thick sextoy in her bowels vibrate and move.
"I know it does." She purred into her ear, gently biting it. "Now let me show you why anal is the best."
'Bianca' slowly lifted her hips, pulling the Mrs. Studd out of 'Charlotte''s bowels, then sank it back in with a hiss. 'Charlotte' herself could only hang on for dear life and his with her as she was penetrated again. The sextoy vibrated in unison with the motions, quickly building up pleasure.
The rhythm was quite languid, but the act itself couldn't be called gentle.
"That's my sweet girl." 'Bianca' whispered into her ear as 'Charlotte' cried out again at being filled. "I love to hear you sing. You'll tell when when you're about to cum, won't you?"
"Yes, Mommy." 'Charlotte' hissed between clenched teeth.
'Bianca' bit her ear almost painfully. "And you'll tell me what is making you cum?"
By now, 'Charlotte' knew what the older woman wanted. "Yes, Mommy. I'll tell you when I'm about to cum from having my ass filled."
'Bianca' moaned lustifly in approval, making her thrusts deeper and faster, the Mrs. Studd vibrating more intensely.
'Charlotte' bit down on the pillow and whined as the anal continued with ever greater intensity. Before long, she felt her third orgasm of the night coming and knew that she would have to announce it. The consequences of refusing to say it would probably be even more embarrassing.
"I'm cumming, Mommy." She cried out. "I'm cumming from having my ass fucked!"
"Let it happen." 'Bianca''s pace gained a certain frantic energy, her voice straining. "Cum with me!"
'Charlotte''s eyes rolled up as the climax struck, stronger than anything she'd ever had before. Her entire body shuddered from the pleasure of it, and her back would have arched up if not for the weight of 'Bianca' on top of her. The older woman's unrestrained cries of pleasure loosened up her own throat and they vocalized their peak together.
The vibrating of the Mrs. Studd kept on pushing it further, as did the flood of warm fluids in her bowels from the fake penis.
The seconds of orgasmic pleasure seemed to just go on forever, but it was in truth only a few moments. When it passed, 'Charlotte' went limp on the bed, letting her eyes drift shut and just enjoying the afterglow.
The Mrs. Studd stopped vibrating and ejaculating, and 'Bianca' slumped on top of her, still affectionately nibbling on her ear.
'Charlotte' made a small noise of protest as the sextoy was slowly pulled out of her, having been enjoying the closeness even though both of them were a sticky, sweaty mess. She kept her eyes closed, just listening to the other woman's footsteps.
There was an urge to call in insects from outside so that she could track her more accurately, but she left her power alone. 'Charlotte' was not a parahuman.
'Bianca' came back and laid down next to her, pulling her into a cuddle. Then, before she could react, a distinct form of a buttplug was pushed into her slightly sore anus. 'Charlotte' grunted in surprise and her eyes flew open, giving her lover a tired glare.
The blonde merely smirked and kissed her on the lips, before settling down. 'Charlotte' sighed and closed her eyes, allowing herself to drift off into a nap.
XXXXX
V kept her eyes closed and pretended to sleep for the next two hours, but in truth she was meditating and 'rebalancing her spirit' as her life coach would have put it.
What they'd done just now was objectively pretty mild, almost vanilla for Night City. V had done weirder stuff on missions and for her own pleasure, and normally she wouldn't be concerned about the aftermath. But this wasn't a mission or a one night stand. There was a chance that Taylor wouldn't react well to the mommy roleplay, in which case there would be some serious apologizing to do.
V had risked it because it was too good of an opportunity to deepen the trust between them. She wanted Taylor to see her as someone that she could give herself to fully without concern. And having to stick to a submissive attitude for a whole month would make her that much more likely to be aggressive afterwards.
At the start of their relationship, she'd never have been able to bring herself to coach Taylor on how to take charge in the bedroom. And that was what she was doing, even if it might not look like it at first glance. Being the dominant sexual partner felt safe. It would have been felt safe to slowly ease Taylor into a submissive position.
But it wouldn't actually be safe. Taylor was definitely not naturally submissive and wouldn't be happy in a role like that. Things had to be on a more equal footing. Theoretically, they could have just not played any sexual dominance games, but V liked those games from time to time, which meant getting Taylor comfortable with being aggressive and domineering.
There was going to be a reckoning once this gig was up. V had already prepared for it.
She decided to stop thinking about it for now and wake up her lover. There was still work to do. V went about the task by laying kisses on the sleeping parahuman's face.
Taylor gave a soft groan as she woke up. After a moment, her eyes opened up to a squint, a rather endearing thing that never happened with cyberoptics. Then she groaned harder, with clear embarrassment, and buried her face in V's chest.
"You really are a dirty old woman." She mumbled, scooting away a bit so that she could unfasten the collar and put it aside. Next, she reached behind her and pulled out the buttplug, giving it a vaguely disgusted look before dropping it next to the collar.
"Sorry." V apologized insincerely. "I had to make sure the fake cum stayed inside. It needs time to absorb."
"What?" Taylor looked somewhere between confused and alarmed.
"It's a flavored nutrient and vitamin goop in a solution with the same consistency as semen. Think of it as a dietary supplement that can be either swallowed or absorbed through the skin. It's a whole product line called SavorySpunk." She explained to her increasingly embarrassed lover. "It's good for you."
"I'm sure that's the only reason I saw that big container of it in that suitcase." The parahuman snarked back sarcastically.
"It's also a mild aphrodisiac." She admitted cheekily.
"You drugged me?" Taylor asked in disbelief, and but also with some genuine anger.
"No." V quickly reassured, knowing that the younger woman had a particular hatred for drugs. "The nutrient and vitamin boost just enhances blood flow and hormone production. It's a minor side-effect."
A deliberately cultivated one, but still nothing nearly as egregious as actual drugs.
To her relief, Taylor slowly settled down and relaxed.
"Why did you even buy it?" She asked.
"Because playing with a dick just isn't the same without the payoff at the end." V smirked. Even if the fake cum was stupidly expensive for what it was. She lowered her tone and spoke with a lewd inflection. "Did you not enjoy the sight of cum oozing out of my ass, knowing you were the one who put it there?"
Taylor's face went hilariously red. Ah, she was still so adorably innocent in some ways. It really was a damn shame that Jack Slash had ruined 'good girl' for her. V would have loved to call her that.
"I didn't know you were into… butt stuff." She muttered, blatantly dodging the question.
"I'm into all sorts of things, being a dirty old woman." V replied, then shifted her speech patterns and accent into Bianca. "And I am most eager to share them with you."
Taylor took a second to get the hint, and then needed to take her time getting back into character. "Ah… yes, Ma'am. Thank you."
"But we can continue that later, business before pleasure."
"Of course, Ma'am."
XXXXX
Jackie was bored. Bored, bored, bored, bored, BORED!
He was set up in an expensive apartment (because that was the only kind you could find in corpo central) that had a good view of the Biotechnica Hotel, the equally harpoon gun aimed precisely into the wall above room 673. If anything went to shit, he'd be alerted either by V or Taylor's bugs, he'd launch it, and the girls could zipline to safety before making a daring escape.
It was an important job, but goddamn was it boring. It hadn't even been a full day and he was already losing his mind. The fact that he knew V and Taylor were fucking like bunnies and would continue to do so for the entire duration of the mission was just making it worse.
They were going to owe him huge for this.
A soft buzzing roused him from his near fugue state and he looked at the source. It was a squadron of flying bugs, each one picking up a tiny listening device from the pile of them and carrying it off towards the Biotechnica Hotel. They were creepily coordinated.
Well, at least it meant that the girls were doing their part instead of just fucking.
Jackie had a feeling that he was going to hate Night City television as much as Taylor by the end of this gig. The mistress of all that chittered, skittered, and crawled might be able to bug hundreds of rooms in a single night, but doing that would get Rogue asking questions. That's why the girls would be dragging things out over the course of a month.
Technically speaking, Taylor could have bugged the hotel from three blocks away, but that would raise even more questions.
"You better be having a good fucking time, ladies." He grumbled to himself.
XXXXX
The synth-silk robes provided by the hotel were inferior to the natural silk ones they had at home. V was tremendously pleased that she was able to sincerely complain about luxury not being luxurious enough. It felt like success.
Taylor was curled up in an armchair, dressed in an oversized fluffy robe, looking appropriately subdued as she tapped away on a pad. The perfect picture of a young girl that had just been taken advantage of by a perverted older woman and was trying to distract herself from the shame.
The doorbell ran softly, meaning that it was showtime.
V strode towards the door, her robe tied just enough to technically count as modest, but loose enough to hint at everything. Just enough time had passed since the shower to give her a 'freshly fucked' look.
On the other side was a hotel employee with a room service cart, her skin modded to make her look like an android in the way the megacrops were so damn fond of requiring for their service staff.
The girl's eyes flicked over to V's barely covered assets before she hastily looked away. The service staff knew better than to catch the interest of anyone that looked rich and powerful, and this girl would have been warned about what 'Bianca Darieux' was here for.
"Room service." The girl said unnecessarily.
There was a trick to projecting utter contempt for someone without actually saying anything or letting it show in your expression. 'Bianca' said nothing, merely turned around and made a silent beckoning gesture with her fingers. She directed the cart just in front of where Taylor was sitting, making sure that the bellhop would get a good look at her. By tomorrow, the hotel gossip would be rife with wild stories about what was happening in this room, reinforcing their cover.
"Thank you." 'Charlotte' said softly, practically drowning in the fluffy robe.
V didn't need to see her face to know that the bellhop had a sympathetic expression. The silent camaraderie of lower level employees who knew that they were at the mercy of higher level ones.
The bellhop never noticed the bug a with tiny listening device clutched in its legs flying into her pockets, where they would wait until they were in the staff areas before planting them. Hell, even V could barely see it and she was specifically looking out for it. They were built on the nanoscale and had a radius of less than a millimetre. You could buy them in bulk if you knew how.
The sight of it made her core burn with heat again. She'd never get tired of seeing Taylor do her thing.
'Bianca' sent the bellhop away with a hefty tip, making use of her current arousal to look predatory while doing it. Then she turned to Taylor, who was curiously inspecting some of the fancy corpo late night snacks that had been brought in.
It only took a moment for the younger woman to recognize the look. She opened her mouth to say something, then paused, clearly thinking of what 'Charlotte' would say instead of Taylor.
"Ma'am, please. I'm hungry." She finally said.
Hmm, the meek tone could do with some work, but it wasn't bad for a beginner. The hesitation was the bigger problem, but that would be taken care of by practice. Lots of very enjoyable practice. She could hardly wait to start 'making it up' to Taylor for what she was doing on this gig by putting herself in the submissive position. V had a feeling that Taylor would be into it once she got over her shyness.
'Bianca' tugged 'Charlotte' away from the food and pushed off her robe, leaving the younger woman naked to her hungry gaze again.
V didn't fail to notice that despite her embarrassment, Taylor enjoyed being the target of such heated lust. The effort to fix what had been damaged by the bullying was bearing fruit.
"I have an appetizer for you first." 'Bianca' said huskily, parting her robe and sliding her fingers over her moist nether lips.
'Charlotte' flushed enticingly. Ah, it was going to be a sad day when Taylor stopped being so easily flustered. She was adorable.
She didn't resist the gentle push to get down on her knees and start pleasuring 'Bianca'. V threw her head back with a loud moan that she knew was going to embarrass Taylor further. But her pleasure was not at all faked. Aside from the physical sensations that her lover was getting better and better at, there was nothing quite like knowing that a legion of tiny insects was pouring into the building, dropping listening devices everywhere, all of them under the control of one woman. And that woman was on her knees in front of her.
Funny how getting backstabbed and kicked out of Arasaka was the best thing that could have happened to her.
XXXXX
"So, what are we doing today?" Taylor asked with no small amount of apprehension.
They had slept in late after staying up for a good portion of the night and were now having a light breakfast at 11 AM.
V made a big, lewd production out of eating a strawberry, a cloned fruit that was still not publicly available. Biotechnica could obviously provide it for their guests.
"Today, we are going to make use of the facilities this establishment has to offer." She said, maintaining the haughty demeanor of Bianca.
Taylor had been afraid of that, and only had to slightly play up the nervousness of Charlotte. "Which facilities?"
"The swimming pool, and then the spa, I think." The currently blonde woman replied thoughtfully.
The hotel was naturally decadent enough to offer all of that in-house. Taylor had sensed that with her bugs long before they entered the place and was now concerned that she was in for further embarrassment.
"Should I wait for you here?" She asked hopefully.
'Bianca' laughed. "Don't be ridiculous. You are coming with me. I will need you relaxed and loosened up for our visit to the casino… and the celebration in our room afterwards."
The casino? Taylor had a bad feeling that she was going to get roped into the role of eye candy, which was something that she hadn't ever imagined would happen.
"I don't have a swimsuit." She protested, realizing with dawning horror that this was not a good thing.
"Oh, not to worry. I brought one for you." 'Bianca' grinned and strutted over to one of their bags. A moment of rooting through it and she produced a swimsuit. "Behold!"
It was a sling bikini, a shiny bright blue in color. Taylor could feel herself shriveling in embarrassment at just the thought of wearing it.
"Please don't make me wear that." She begged, casting aside pride. Firmly putting her foot down wasn't exactly an option right now, but she was really not comfortable wearing that thing.
The last time she'd worn a swimsuit had been at summer camp, and it had been a very conservative one piece. This was just too much.
Objectively, the sling bikini had about the same amount of material as a regular bikini. One of those, she might have been able to wear without dying, Not comfortably, but they were common enough that she could have convinced herself that she wasn't putting herself on display for everyone to stare at. But the sling bikini's design just made it seem like it was constantly on the verge of slipping off.
"You are going to wear it." 'Bianca' declared. "I want us to match."
And she produced another sling bikini, this one in shiny black.
V was going to kill her.
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