Cyberpunk 2077: Make Up The Difference (Patreon)

“You want the Flathead?” Royce demanded, the big Maelstrom cyborg lobbing obscenities at her like he was throwing punches. “Ten thousand fucking eddies, right now, or fuck off!”

V snorted. “Bullshit and fuck you. Boss already paid for the Flathead. I’m not paying twice.”

“You are if you want to walk out of here,” Royce told her. “Fucking whore.”

V gritted her teeth. She’d already sent Jackie out to cover the exit—her mistake. Now Royce was gouging her and she didn’t have the firepower or the suicidal tendencies to call his bluff. What she did have was a painful awareness that even with eye mods, she was sure Royce had been checking her out ever since she’d come into the All Foods Plant. He had to want her as bad as some eddies…

“Tell you what,” V began. “You let the Flathead go, you get a night with me. I’ll make it worth your while.”

Royce considered it a moment. His eyes slid up and down V like a grope. Then he chuckled darkly. “No way you’re a ten thou a night joy toy. More like a hundred eddy one.”

“Better something than nothing. And if I walk out of here, you’re getting nothing but trouble when my boss wants to know why you didn’t deliver the Flathead you were paid for.”

“Bet your boss wouldn’t be too happy with you coming home empty-handed either,” Royce retorted immediately. “Tell ya what, joy toy joy toy. You pay for the Flathead on your back, but I won’t be the only one who has a go. All of Maelstrom gets a turn. Each one of them counts as five hundred eddies, just to be generous. You’ll pay off your ten thou in no time and the Flathead’s all yours.”

“Deal,” V said, quick on the draw as well. “So where do ya wanna do this? Here?”

“Nah,” Royce said. “Not in front of the Flathead.”

V was taken to a big, dark room. Once inside, the Maelstrom boys closed the door. They stripped her faster than she could ever have undressed herself.

“What’s the fucking hurry?” she asked.

Then she noticed the girl hanging naked from the crossbeam. Hung by her wrists, she hovered helplessly above the floor. She didn’t struggle, didn’t even move when one of the men bumped into her. Her head was slumped down and there was a gag in her mouth.

Before she could get a better look, V was stretched out on a pitted wooden table. On her back. Her wrists and ankles were strapped down, spread eagle. V instinctively struggled, but in no time at all she was completely helpless. Someone slapped her and when she opened her mouth to protest, something that tasted of rubber was stuffed into her mouth to gag her. She tried spitting it out, but straps secured it onto her face. They were pulled tight enough to bite into her cheeks.

V laid there, her heart racing, wondering what was next. Who knew what Maelstrom guys got off on? She would’ve been more at ease if they’d at least snickered with each other over her fate, taunted her, but instead they went about their tasks in smooth silence. Like she was just another head of cattle they knew how to butcher.

Royce jumped up onto the table, crouching between V’s widespread thighs. He was yanking down his fly and with it open, V saw a foot-long, cybernetic dick. Another Maelstrom came over and handed him something, which Royce fitted onto the end of his mod. It made the tip of his cock bulbous, like a mace, with hundreds of small rubber teeth going down the sides of the cockhead.

V’s heart leapt in her chest. She knew that goddamn thing had to hurt. Now she struggled, wanting to point out she’d agreed to get fucked, not have some Spanish Inquisition shit used on her. Another Maelstrom shoved down her jerking head and passed a thick strap over her throat. He fastened it under the table and that was the end of V being able to move her head. She sighed in despair.

Royce felt up her cunt, then shifted his position and fitted the head of his dildo-cock to her tender folds. Blood pounded in V’s temple. She felt the little teeth bite and claw their way inside her. She grunted out the shocking sensation it gave her. Royce smiled and felt her glossy arousal with his fingers while she was splayed around his glans.

Suddenly he shoved the rest of his immense cock deep into her cunt. V went berserk. Her limbs strained violently, pulling at the pockmarked oak table so hard that it shook. Breath shot out of her flaring nostrils. Her pussy cringed, clenching and tensing—there was a kind of good feeling through the pain, her body enjoying itself through her mind’s knowledge that he was using some sick sex toy on her. She soaked Royce’s prick with heated cream.

Grinning, Royce savored her predicament until she relaxed. Then he started sliding his huge cock in and out of her. That was like a signal going off. The alpha had gotten his mouthful—now the rest of the pack got to eat. They crowded in on her, hungry mouths slobbering over her nipples, sucking on them, squeezing her breasts and feeling up the rest of her vulnerable flesh. V twisted around on the table, but the only thing she was really able to do was leak the juices from her violated pussy.

Royce was now fucking her; long, brutal strokes. The teeth bit into her sensitive inner folds, the prickle of it smarting inside her, body smacking against her, gnashing her cunt until she came and kept coming. The cyberware was so thick and long that it completely filled her—V could barely even clench her inner muscles, there was so much of it to fit inside. Royce kept thrusting into her, slamming her insides, rubbing the tender flesh raw. V felt herself throbbing and swelling under his assault. She climaxed yet again. The cyberware now seemed wet and warm as it pumped her; V knew she had come all over it.

Then she felt his cum—or whatever passed for it—filling up her pussy. It soothed her bruised insides, letting her relax and somewhat enjoy the satiation after orgasm. She lay there, strapped to the table, moaning into her gag and panting with exhaustion. But she’d barely begun to catch her breath when Dum Dum mounted her.

His methods were different. He played with her soaking pussy first, rubbing it tenderly, opening up her pink lips, using his thumb to toy with her clit. It would’ve been pleasurable if he didn’t have a chrome hand; the cool metal burnt her. But it was still better than taking more of Royce’s pounding cock. She slid her hips up to his hand, wiggling her cunt into his caressing metal fingers.

Soon V felt his fingers—metal and more metal—enter her. She forced herself to relax, easily taking three fingers. They stroked her slowly, with long milking motions, and she rewarded his efforts with her damp arousal. She moaned so loud Dum Dum had to have heard her through the gag. It made him too hot to stay in his pants.

His cock was long and thick and thankfully real. He pressed the fleshy tip into her open snatch. She felt it throb with arousal—even if his cyberware hand hadn’t really felt her pussy, he’d gotten hard on making her want it. Well, fuck him, if he wanted to get her off, she’d get off. It wasn’t like V had a say in the matter anymore.

Laughing triumphantly, Dum Dum shoved himself into her. His cock slid in slow, inch by inch, until it had all of her. V convulsed, trickling out her aroused juices, and relaxed into the fuck. Dum Dum got into it too, his cock pumping inside her with a slow rhythm. He took out all but the head, then pressed himself back into her until the base of his cock was up against her labia. He had metal there; she felt it chill her pussy.

The cold went straight to her clit. V moaned deeply. She told herself again she didn’t have a say in the matter. Her sex clenched and got wetter. She breathed deeply, yielding to his pistoning cock. Her supple breasts rose and fell with how he was giving it to her.

V was still strapped to the table, tied down like a human sacrifice. Now that she was well into Dum Dum plowing her cunt, others took their fill of her body. They suckled her neck and their hands roved up and down her arms. Her skin stood out in goosepimples; she tingled all over. The temperature in the room felt like it was jumping all over the place.

The Maelstrom boys went wild. Dum Dum increased his pace. Others devoured her tits eagerly. V couldn’t stand it any longer. Her naked body jerked wildly on the table, arms and legs straining at her bonds, muscles standing out from her creamy flesh. Her cunt was on fire and she trembled like she was freezing to death.