Published: Aug 27, 2024

My one-hundred and forty-ninth caption, featuring an idea @CaptionCutie put in my head one night and just had to put to words. The girl in this (the writing, not the image) is based heavily on Xenia Zaragevna Onatopp from Goldeneye.

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Moaning like a bitch in heat, you picked up speed as you continued to ride Mr. Karasaki, the CEO of Aeon Ventures Inc., in his private quarters. You were quivering in pleasure, unable to stop yourself as the man pulled on your hips for dear life, unable to keep up the pace in the face of your increased speed. There was no way he’d be able to catch up, of course. You were more machine than human at this point anyways, not like men like him cared. As long as your sexual functions were good, you’d be staying busy for a long time.

You had been called up to his quarters through an escort service, and thanks to your “impeccable” review scores and performance in bed, you had become his favorite girl over the last few weeks. This hadn’t been the first time you’d been on top of him, far from it. You had slept with him exactly seventeen times, not including this current session, and had become well-acquainted with his habits. He liked to start off receiving a handjob, quickly followed by a blowjob. He liked to “play rough”, forcing you to ingest his semen as he forced your head down on his shaft. Thankfully, you had no gag reflex anymore, removed during your “upgrade” process. After swallowing his seed, you were usually forced onto the bed where he put in your ass, “plowing” you before sticking it into your vagina. This was the only point where you began to feel anything pleasurable, normally remaining emotionless up until that point. The feeling in your crotch would only continue to build, and it frustrated you to no end. Orgasm was impossible for you until it was time.

“H-Hase, I can’t keep up!” He panted through your thrusts against his crotch, going at it far more forcefully this time. “Please! G-Give me a chance to catch up!”

Instead of doing as he asked like you normally did, you instead ignored him, letting out a sadistic giggle as you went even faster. You were riding him with the force of a jackhammer at this point, clearly bruising him and coming close to shattering his pelvis. Before he was able to yell out in protest, you grabbed him by the neck, and squeezed.

“Hehehe~” You continued to giggle as you watched the life drain from his eyes, still riding him as he finally went limp. As he did, it finally happened. Release. “Yes! YES~”

You screamed out in pure, unadulterated ecstasy as you finally came all over his cock, exactly at the moment his heart had stopped beating. It was like fireworks had gone off all over your body, sending tingles to every single nerve ending still left on your organic parts. It had been everything you were hoping for, everything you had been working towards these last few weeks. You threw your head back, pushing yourself against the mattress as you gripped the sheets as tightly as possible. Thankfully, the job wasn’t over yet.

Several of Mr. Karasaki’s men burst into the room to investigate the commotion, only to see the horrifying sight of you, on top of his lifeless body, panting heavily. As they pulled their guns on you, your reflexes kicked in as you rolled over the side of the bed, out of sight, grabbing your two handguns in one flawless motion. You had slowly brought bits and pieces of your equipment up to his quarters these last few weeks, hiding them before and after your “sessions” until you had everything you needed to escape. You shot the two guards, nailing both in their heads as more pleasure chemicals were released into your brain, making you borderline feral as you ran out of cover in a sort of… frenzied state.

“Yes! Yes! Send more!~” You begged, shooting another guard as that familiar, orgasmic feeling shot through you. You couldn’t stop yourself anymore. You were running entirely off animalistic instinct as you began tearing through the rest of his guards. You had entered such a state that you didn’t even feel like you anymore. It was like looking at a violent nightmare through rose-tinted glasses. Eventually, all the responding guards were dead, and only you were left, covered in blood. As the high wore off, your senses came back.

Letting your breathing relax, you quickly cleaned yourself up and donned your clothing, breaking through one of the windows back into the outside world. Your job was finished.

Back on the streets of the city, you began robotically making your way back towards KrólikCorp. They were your “employers”, but in reality they were more like your “owners”. Two years ago, you had been offered a long-term contract to do some “wet work” for them, thanks to your time serving in the military. Assassinating corporate rivals and other “problem people.” What you didn’t know was that this contract gave them carte blanche to do whatever they deemed necessary to your body to make you the perfect killer.

The first, and most obvious step, was transforming you from a man into a woman. Using cybernetics developed in-house by their scientists and technicians, KrólikCorp basically turned you into something you’d see in the red light district. Girls who sold their humanity for a chance to attract more clients, or to simply look younger. In fact, your implants were nearly identical to those utilized by those women, though with subtle, nearly unnoticeable differences. These did amazing things for your agility, strength, and reflexes, allowing you to move like water and faster than a bullet, but they also came with the more obvious… use cases. Womanly proportions and the sexual parts to match.

The second part was more… insidious. KrólikCorp had predicted correctly that you would not be a fan of what happened to your body, so they had installed special serotonin controllers directly into your brain, along with something they called an “Obedience Module”. You were unable to disobey any direct orders issued by the Board of Directors or the CEO, and thanks to these new controllers in your brain, you now had a biological incentive to complete your assignments. Only when the target they assigned was eliminated would the pleasure center of your brain allow you to experience an orgasm, a true orgasm, and you hated that fact more than any other part of this. It was a special hell. You were incapable of feeling any pleasure in life outside of work, work that was degrading, demeaning, and most of all… humiliating. You hated living like this, a slave to the company.

Walking into KrólikCorp, you let them scan you and you were quickly ushered inside. No one made any attempt to take your weapons, security already well aware that it was physically impossible for you to harm anyone associated with the company. The nearby news monitors were already reporting on the death of Mr. Karasaki and his men, but you paid it no mind. You walked past the other members of the company, ignoring all their stares of lust and fright as you made your way to the elevator. After doing this kind of assignment so many times now, you were little more than a hollow husk of a person, running on autopilot until the next job. You knew what was coming next, of course.

Walking into the CEO’s office, he turned away from the news monitor in his large chair to face you, the smell of cigar smoke easily penetrating through your face mask.

“Another job well done, Hase.” He congratulated with that greasy smile on his face, standing up and walking towards you. “They’re calling it a massacre. I’m impressed.”

“It’s a pleasure to serve you and the rest of KrólikCorp, sir.” You replied robotically, standing in the usual spot in front of him. “Is there anything I can do for you, sir?”

“Ah, I think you already know the answer to that, my dear doll.” He said with another smirk, undoing his belt. “Undress yourself, then kneel before me.”

You did exactly as he instructed, taking off your coat and weapons before removing your other, more revealing clothing. Before you knew it, you were sucking on his dick.

“You know, you’ve been doing so well that I think I’ll renew your contract for another… five years.” He said, smiling again as you silently lamented your sordid fate…