NT veRse - Bad End Club - Modern Hero (Patreon)

Viza was a very typical Ciar Elven woman. Tall with stunning features. impressive breasts, yet subtle curves. Long legs and vibrant, natural blue hair with pale, ash-colored skin. She was not as taken to magic as she was technology, however. It was the most consistent trend for her people. Learning magic was prohibitive even for someone born with an Aura but anyone could get a cheap computer or phone and begin using those skills. She tapped one of the buttons on a port behind her ear to begin sending a message.

[What's going on? Haven't seen you in a bit.] It was to Atika.

[Lot of excuses, lately.]

Atika returned quickly. [Yeah! Sorry, been busy with a new job.]

Viza blinked. [What jobs are you picking up without a hacker? You rolling with another group I don't know about?]

[No no no. A job job. With a boss and a schedule.]

Viza sneered skeptically and turned to the rest of the team. “It's a 'job job.' With a boss and a schedule.”

“Wow.” Gait observed astutely with arms crossed tightly.
“So she's kidnapped.” She was another member of the group, and a backup gun that was kept back as a lookout, typically. Professional Jobbers usually ran in large groups that were somewhat similar to gangs. If not in their actions, their operations.

“That's what I was thinking...” Viza muttered between gritted teeth as she bit her thumbnail.

“Let's be real.” Lightning crackled between Finch, the groups Beastwoman magic user.
“They messed with the wrong group if that's the case. Did they know they were targeting us?” Their group was Ground-Tier in Orr, but the grading was deceptive and no one was around to make a consistent grading, anyway. They were high-mid in terms of objective capabilities. Especially since they managed to coral a mage onto their team. It was rare.

“Don't jump to conclusions, girls.” The groups face advised. Leto was the brains and the connections behind most of their jobs. She was also a competent martial-artist. The tall, toned, silver-haired woman rested a hand on the head of the last member. He was seated and had been quiet up until this point for good reason. He was the least seasoned, but also the most important in each of their eyes.

“You guys can't tell me I need to sit back for this one... At the very least don't hold back for my sake.” Lad begged. He was Leto's younger brother. The youngest of the group. His hair was silver, similar to hers, but short. Unlike her, he was not particularly muscular or talented in martial-arts; the training was not something you could just get. There had to be some promise or potential. He had no master to teach him and no real skill to attract one.
“Every one of you, even Atika are basically family to me.” He blushed deeply as the group regarded him warmly. They 'relied' on him because of the assessment that he was a 'hero' however he was far too afraid to tell them the truth. The reality that Lad had to live with was that his trait regarded social interactions. Specifically rapport. He was likely the whole reason the group of strange women were able to mesh so well together and work as a team. They were quite different in terms of backgrounds but he was a spoke in the wheel that allowed them all to work together without being directly connected. It was also the reason they seemed to like him so much and endure his presence despite the fact that he never visibly contributed. They outright ignored or denied that fact whenever it was pointed out. He suspected that his trait was the only reason any of them liked him at all. Without it, he felt they would all just leave.

“Tell us what we should do here.” Gait asked Lad.
“You're basically our moral compass. Viza knows Atika pretty well but she's new, sooo...”

“We can't leave Atika just because she's new.” Lad responded quickly.

Viza breathed a sigh of relief.

* *

Viza tracked Atika down easily to a ground bar called The Bad End. Despite the fact that it was a ground-tier dive, there were a fair share of nice-looking cars in street parking and there was a valet service. The building itself seemed fairly expansive and was flanked by warehouses that Viza found were a part of the business after doing a bit of digging. The group was naturally stopped in their investigation by the Gnoll bouncer. He eyed each of the woman.
“None of you are on the list. I also get bad vibes from each of you except...” He blinked as he rested his harsh gaze on Lad. The bouncer could barely find fault. Though he looked like someone he should ID, as well, he felt like it would probably work out if he did not.
“You're good to go.”

Lad looked back at the woman. “I'll scout it out, okay? I'll be fine because I'm a guy.”

They were hesitant to let him go, but the Gnoll bouncer and other visible security staff presented little option, unless they immediately wanted to start a fight.
“Got it.” Viza whispered into Lad's ear.
“Take video with your phone. As much as you can.” He nodded and entered.

*

As soon as Lad entered his senses were bombarded by loud music. The low lighting of the club was broken up by flashing lights of alternating colors. As he was taking it all in from the tables filled with patrons to the dance floor, to the more private looking areas upstairs he was approached by one of the workers.

“Greetings, Master. Welcome to The Bad End.” She smiled gently. Her whole form looked artificial, like a doll was standing in front of him. Her skin was synthetic and her joints had noticeable breaks in them. Even her face looked somewhat like a mask. It did not necessarily mean she Had Memory Leak, but it was very likely. It was not a consistent affliction and it was perfectly reasonable for someone with the right combination of mental and physical fortitude to endure such a harsh transformation.

“What is this place? Also, is it possible to request specif girls?”

“Of course. This club is The Bad End. It is based off of the premise that patrons find it more exciting to partake in women that have a history... Most of our workers are therefore former Jobbers with names and monikers. They could have worked in government, or were perhaps fallen nobility?” She smiled coyly.
“There are multiple options to choose from.”

Lad gulped. “How do you choose your workers?”

“Only willing subjects will be permitted to work here. Girls that wish to meet an End. We also serve women, but that clientele is far more rare and specific so our male workers are also quite rare, if that is your desire.”

Lad cringed. He found it unlikely that Atika would willingly work at a place like this. Nothing about her suggested such a thing. He doubted heavily she would wish to be away from him, as well.
“You turn people into sex dolls?”

“Droning is the most common as it applies to physical and Tek types. The most common kind of person, at the end of the day. I was once a Master martial-artist. The eroticism of setting my strength and my trained motor functions to zero is tremendous...” She moaned, running her hands down her supple, soft robotic body. Everything was artificial but it all looked quite good between the obvious joints.

Lad stared up at her skeptically. A master was one up on his sister. The woman could have been his sister.

'She was a martial artist and gave it up? For what?' He wondered.

“I can see by the way you're looking at me that you are curious about my end. All of them are taped for future enjoyment.” She turned on her sharp heel and bent down very flexibly at the waist to touch her toes. Lad get a little hard as he saw her robotic pussy exposed and dripping. That was not the main thing that caught his eye. Above her ass a holo-image popped up showing a portrait of what must have been her former self. A proud-looking Aoi woman with smooth dark hair.
“Bare in mind that all recreations are dramatized and all subjects are willing. Events are acted out to add to the eroticism.” She explained as a disclaimer. The picture shifted to a grainy video.

*

“Release my boyfriend!” The woman demanded, raising her fists in an aggressive posture.
“No more tricks!”

“Oh, sure.” A gruff off screen voice agreed evenly.

“Don't think 'she' wants to be free anymore but if you can beat my security I'll let them go. No more tricks. If I win-”

“Yeah yeah. Beat the Gnoll.”

There was a laugh. “The bouncer? No.” He raised his voice and called out.
“Spyder! Dri!”

“Who?”

*

The feed cut. It returned to her in a similar spot in what is shown in text on screen to be days later. She was holding a doll-like limb in one hand. It replaced one of her arms. The area it was connected to still looked tender.
“I-I don't need strength. I know your minion's basically just a wrecking ball, now and I CAN beat them with one arm behind my back! I have more skill. More ability.” She uttered confidently.

“Same deal...” The voice sounded like it's owner was shrugging.

*

It cut to a video of the woman standing awkwardly with both of her arms now doll-like arms. Real, but obviously synthetic. She would be aware that all they were truly good for was masturbation of herself or others. She blushed deeply.
“I- Uh... M-maybe I could work off whatever his costs are?” It then cuts to a montage of her jerking off and sucking off different patrons. First she showed a distinct hatred. Over time, however, her expression grew more and more distant. Her emotions became muted.

*

“We've received complaints about your attitude.”

“Obviously... I'm just here to work off my boyfriend's debt. I hate you. I hate this place and I hate the stupid customers.”

“Well that's no good.” The voice uttered sadly.

“Do you think you'd agree to a bit of an attitude adjustment?”

She looked at the lens in acknowledgment and shook her head in disdain. “No... Why would I-”

*

It was unclear how much time passed but the woman was prostrated before the lens of the camera that was recording her.
“To what do we owe the pleasure of this visit?”

“I-I-I-” She was shaking.
“I came to beg for you to give me a complete attitude adjustment! I am not making enough money!” She sounded like she was reading from a script and Lad could not help but notice her legs had been replaced between the cuts.”

*

The next scene was a man off-screen helping her off of a vertical operating bed. She looked to have been fully Tekked out. As she opened her eyes the pupils had transformed into little red hearts. She smiled brightly at the one holding the camera.
“I feel fantastic. I really want to get back to work.” She gushed.

* *

It cut out. Lad was extremely aroused but the woman noticed that he did not partake during the little show. She bent back and turned around to look at him curiously.
“Hmm... Maybe you are more of the 'wishing for it' type?”

“N-no no! No way.” He exclaimed.

She stared knowingly into the lens of his phone as though speaking to the girls directly. “This place does AMAZING things for women...” She looked to Lad as an afterthought.
“And some men...” She continued.
“Every woman is fascinated and drawn to thoughts of her end. It is why we obsess over true crime and killers... When you step foot in here it is possible to meet that so beautifully and painlessly. Everyone can have their own End and it will be enjoyed forever by others the moment it happens. You will be enjoyed forever. Give in and let go.”

“O-okay! Bye!” Lad about faced and made for the exit.