Max Stat and the Harem Blight, Chapter 8: Caitlyn's Lament
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Silco sighed, sliding open a drawer and removing the slender syringe within. The tip plunged into the neat, antiseptic container for the shimmer, and he withdrew it, pushing on the syringe until droplets of the pink fluid trickled down the edges. Only then did he plunge it into his vein, letting out a groan as the stuff hit his body like an electric shock.

"Hey, boss," Jinx said, casually strolling into the office without a care in the world. "Enjoying the shimmer?"

"It helps," he said. "These old bones need a little help not to crack too badly."

"You know, I can plug you with the stuff, I know how to inject it. It's safer to have somebody else do it." She talked about him like he was her grandfather - he supposed he was old enough that in some other life, he could have been. "Imagine if you had a muscle spasm from the shot."

"Your concern is noted, Jinx," Silco said, as he removed the syringe. Jinx practically dashed forward to help him cover the poke with a bit of white wrapping, applying pressure until it got stuck in place. "Thank you," he said. Even if he didn't need the help, he appreciated the sincerity of the attempt. "I'm told that you got into a gunfight with Ms. Martinez," he said.

"Nah. If it were a gunfight, she'd be dead," Jinx said, holding out her fingers and miming shooting a gun right at his head. He pulled off the tourniquet, letting his fingers enjoy the sudden rush of blood, the numbness in his hand retreating as the shimmer did its work on his body as a whole. "Just a misfire between gal pals," she said, popping her lips.

"I assume your aggression let you confirm the Vivi is not the one who framed Max?"

"Nope! Or, well, when I say 'nope,' I mean she's not the one who framed Max. Not that I couldn't confirm. I did confirm. Not Vivi."

He took a few long, deep breaths, as the shimmer settled in his system. "You came up on the police scanner," he noted.

"Yeah?"

"Yes. eDNA of an unknown girl with blue hair. Know where?"

"All over the place, my skin cells flake just like anybody else, pops," Jinx said, casually shoving her pinky finger in her ear and wiggling it around.

"The inside of Doctor Maximillian Mars Stat's apartment," he said. He tried to gauge her response, but there really wasn't one: she just kept poking at her ear. "Can I ask what brought you there?"

"Yeah, his big fat cock," Jinx said. "I'm thinkin' it might just be the best cock in the world," she explained. It was only through titanic effort that Silco resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "Seriously," she added, somehow making herself sound serious despite the absurdity of what she was talking about.

"You're only eighteen, Jinx." He didn't want to get too much further into her personal sexual experience than they already had.

"Pah, old man, you're not listening to me," Jinx said. "Whatever. It doesn't matter that much anyway." She casually cracked her neck. "May have pissed off Liv," she added. "If I die, she did it."

"Duly noted," Silco said dryly. "Her background check only noted a history as a day trader," he added, admittedly a tad curious.

"Bullets don't care about background checks, and I'm about as vulnerable to them as anybody else." She laid down on his desk at that point, legs flopping off one end. "What's the plan with the investigation?" She asked. "Don't want my wonderful cock to get taken away just 'cause some stupid Enforcers got themselves killed."

"We contract out law enforcement to the Enforcers," Silco reminded her. For a child of her generation, understanding the intricacies of this sort of thing was... difficult. Zaun wasn't Piltover, so why should their police be Piltovans? "There is a need for law and order."

"I'll do it," Jinx said. "How hard could it be? Just blow up the bad guys."

"And who is the bad guy in this case, Jinx?" Jinx huffed, momentarily defeated. "Nakamura and Ejike have alibis for the time of the Enforcers going missing. I assume the same is true of the Vivi?"

"Ehhh... I guess so," Jinx said, rolling up on the desk with a snap. "Mostly, though, I figure she's innocent 'cause she sucked the guy's cock."

"Excellent evidence," Silco said. "Do you have any that would satisfy anyone else?" There was the absent thought that came to mind, that Jinx was dragging out the conversation on purpose, purely to spend more time with him - but then, she could be like this with anyone.

"Well, sucking Max's cock would satisfy most girls," Jinx said, popping her lips. Silco didn't give her the benefit of a smile in response. "Yeah, they were busy at the time of. Getting busy, that is. I checked the CCTV, they were in their room the whole day."

"Then why did you go confront them and almost get yourself shot?" Silco asked.

"'cause it's fun. Life's too short to not do things for fun sometimes." Jinx casually hopped into his lap at that point, idly running her finger up to his bad eye. Not poking it, just casually running her fingers along his cheekbone underneath it. "Why'd you never get this thing replaced, anyway?"

Before he could answer, there was the dull ring of a call from his phone. A glance to the side showed it was Marcus calling. He picked up the phone. "What is it?"

"Caitlyn is saying that the most likely suspect in the investigation at this point is Dr. Stat. She wants to call him in for an interrogation."

"It isn't Dr. Stat," Silco replied immediately. There was no motive whatsoever. Having read the documentation of his investigations, it was obvious that he really did have a PhD in archaeology. This would not just put Zaun on the map - it would also put Dr. Stat himself on the map. There was no reason to screw it up by killing some Enforcers in his room. "There's no motive."

"I made the same point. Caitlyn has made the counterargument that an interrogation might provide useful information that could hint at a motive."

"Well, I guess it's a good thing that you're her superior, Marcus," Silco replied. "Tell her that it isn't happening." He ended the call at that, sighing and leaning back in his seat.

"I could take care of her, if you want. Boom, kaboom, no more problemo."

"Firstly, she would just be restored from backup, even more determined in her investigations. Secondly, Marcus can always fire her."

"Gotcha, gramps. So, for real," Jinx said, poking at his cheekbone again. "Why's the eye still like that?"

"Do you know why I take shimmer?" Silco asked.

"'cause your muscles are all fucked up? Oh, plus the toxins in your system," she added.

"Yes. And my muscles are 'fucked up,' as you so adroitly put it, because my parents had me genemodded as a fetus. They thought they were making their perfect little child, safe and able to live in zero gravity. Instead, my muscles have been slowly degrading since I finished puberty. Without shimmer, at this point, I probably wouldn't be able to so much as twitch my little finger."

"Soooo... what? I mean, I got genemods too, they all turned out great for me."

He patted Jinx's head, and she responded by smiling and preening. He didn't mention the fact that her psychological peculiarities were probably thanks to the genemods to her brain, adding billions of extra neurons with little thought to her long-term well-being. She was who she was; it didn't really make sense to complain that she was not someone else. "I just believe that my body is the one God gave me, and He gave me this one for a reason. I'll not go replacing bits and pieces just out of a fetish for modernity. That was my parents' design."

"Is shootin' yourself up with shimmer really au naturale, though?"

"People have been doing drugs since before agriculture. There's nothing more natural," Silco replied. "But, I would rather do as few things as possible. The human body reaches homeostasis on its own. I can still see out of my left eye, despite how it looks."

"You take the life extension stuff too," Jinx added. "You're just pretendin' to be a luddite."

"I'm not cutting out my eyeball to be replaced with some little widget just because you think I'd look better, Jinx."

"It's not just looking better! You can have integrated AR, zoom, mannn, I'm thinking of popping one of these beauties out, and they're enhanced already!"

"Well, it's your body, Jinx," Silco said. He paused for a long moment, as the conversation died down. Then the thought came to mind. "So... Dr. Stat... are you... interested in him?"

"I'm interested in him fuckin' me," Jinx replied, hopping off his lap. "But, nah, I'm not into him like that. Well..." She paused for a moment, poking her cheek with one finger as she tilted her head to one side. "I dunno. I guess we've mostly only met with his dick out. He does seem nice, though. Could he be the man to tame my raging heart?"

"You don't need any taming, Jinx. You're wonderful just the way you are."

"Aww, thanks, pops," she said, grinning and hopping right back into his lap, wrapping him in a hug as he remained seated. "I love you too." She gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then hopped out of his lap. "Gonna hit the workshop, gramps. You know where to find me."

"I do." He watched her go, then returned his attention to his work.

* * *

Becca checked herself out in the mirror. Max was obviously into big tits. He was just too nice to say, Yeah, I'd like you better if you had big tits, because he was a great guy who was nice to everyone. So, she'd gotten her tits upgraded. Since her flesh was all plastered-on fungoid rather than anything a normal human had, it was pretty easy to get a boob job, and she could always have it swapped back if he actually didn't like it.

Had she gone for too big? She bounced a little on the balls of her feet, the large, soft things seeming to ripple. If she kept having tits like this, she'd probably have to switch up her wardrobe a little. A bikini top looked a lot better when you were tastefully flat, than when your tits seemed to spill out around the top and strain to burst free in general.

Still, for now, it was 'New Look, Same Me.' She wasn't going to change up anything but the tits until she got to see Max's reaction. If he thought they were too big, she could have them downgraded a few cup sizes, and if he liked her better flat, she could go back to it. "Hey, Max," she said, calling him up. "You working hard? I was hoping that we could go on another date." She had a half-dozen ideas for dates scribbled down on her AR notepad, but she was currently leaning towards just giving him some paizuri service to start.

"Oh. I'm actually over on Piltover right now," he said. What the-? "Sorry. I got invited out by Reina, and I was done with work already."

Reina! That little bitch was trying to snag her man! And, fuck, Becca's style was already a little trashy for the upscale Piltovans, even before the boobie booster. "We could make it a threeway date again, could be fun," Becca offered, not verbalizing at all her desire to strangle Reina for trying to steal her man.

It wasn't like she was really a threat. Teens couldn't compete with adults.

But, just to make sure that Max saw as much...

She tweaked her chip's settings to greatly lower the simulated impact of alcohol.

* * *

One thing about teenagers that made them just trivial to manipulate into just about anything was their desperation to be seen as 'adults.' What was that C.S. Lewis quote?  “When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.”

If Reina had sense in her head, she would have realized that going out drinking with an EM was a fight she couldn't win. But just asking, Oh, are you even old enough to drink? had been enough. (She was - 18 was legal drinking age on Piltover, and she was 18.)

So now, the trio were squished into a booth at the corner of a Piltover bar. Max's eyes were freely roaming both their bodies - Reina had increased the skimpiness levels of her outfit, but not so much it would be obvious to a guy - and Becca was pushing her tits into his upper arm as she casually fawned over him. Hand running along his thigh. Breath tickling his neck. Reina tried to copy her on the opposite side, but she was starting to get tipsy, forgetting that muscular tall guys needed to drink less than waifish girls. Her face was starting to turn pink, even, from how drunk she was getting.

Max had definitely had a positive response to her tits. The fact that Reina obviously was thinking, trashy ho didn't matter compared to that. "What made you decide to change your, err, style, Becca?" Max asked, finally broaching the topic in a way that went beyond staring at her cleavage.

"I just wanted to try out something new," Becca said with a shrug. She wasn't an expert on manipulating her tits just yet, but she did her best to make sure her boobs bounced with the shrug.

"I think you may have overdone it just a tad," Reina said, with this quiet, catty energy, but she was even dumber than she looked if she thought Becca cared about her opinion.

"No, I think it looks nice," Max said, looking over at Reina, and Becca just grinned fiercely at her while he was momentarily distracted. Stupid bitch. "I mean, as long as you're comfortable with it, Becca," he added, glancing back at her.

"I absolutely am," Becca said, squishing her tits against his bicep extra hard, reaching out for her drink and taking a quick shot of it.

"Great. I mean, it's been weird for me, um, getting looked at so much lately, but if you like the attention, then I'm happy." She definitely liked his attention, which was the only attention that mattered.

"I can always cover up a little more," Becca said. Reina gave her a look that said, Maybe you should, slut, but Becca pointedly ignored her. "I just didn't want to change up too much all at once."

"Well, it's definitely working," Max said, his eyes once more wandering down to her cleavage.

Becca wanted a refill on the booze. If she could knock Reina out with it, then they'd have no choice but to dump her at her place and fuck alone. Bitch was getting too cocky and needed a reminder of her place: a fat pair of tits for Max to stuff his dick between, not girlfriend material. She scanned the bar for the staff, and spotted a chick drinking alone looking at the three of them. The moment she made eye contact, she flushed and turned away, sipping all the harder.

Becca considered the girl for a long couple seconds. Tits weren't too big, but she was fit, and had long, straight dark hair. Either a dyejob or another aesthetic genemod, because her hair was dark blue. Her eyes were blue too, which could be because she was mixed race (South Chinese/English, at a guess), or another genemod. She was rather purposefully drinking, now, trying to pretend like she hadn't been staring at Max.

She made time slow down so she could actually think about it, without making it too obvious to Max that she was staring off into the distance. Max was an insanely hot and great guy who would be a huge catch, but only the obviously-shallow Reina had actually decided to try to compete for some kind of romantic intimacy with him. Jinx obviously saw him as a fuckbuddy, the Vivi and Naomi had pumped and dumped. If she could feel guaranteed that the girl over there would just let Max pump her full of cum and then forget about it, she'd absolutely drag her on over to get her pussy spray painted white. But... maybe the chick would decide she wanted to be his girlfriend too, and that was a definite no-no.

Oh. Wait. She could just talk to the girl. Reina had been the one to try to pick up Max, so in her head she was going out on a date, even that first time. If Becca slid up to the gal and suggested that she could hang, maybe have a one night stand, then that would establish a boundary earlier. If you plopped a guy in the 'fuckbuddy' bin right out of the gate, it was hard for him to ever claw his way back out.

"Gonna go ask for some more booze," Becca said, grabbing her glass and heading up to the bar, pointedly ignoring the way that Reina's pawing got more insistent in her absence. She plopped down next to the chick. "Becca," she said, giving her a warm smile. "Couldn't help but notice you giving my boyfriend a good look."

"Ah, crap," the girl said, with an even sharper flush that was honestly kind of cute. "No, I'm sorry," she said.

"It isn't a crime to look, I don't mind. Yo! More booze!" Becca said, banging her glass against the bar, since the bartender was apparently blind to her empty glass. "Look, I don't want to be too forward, I know you Piltover types are all prisses-"

"I'm not a priss!" The girl responded, a surprising amount of heat in her voice.

Okay... "Right, obviously not. But, look... my boyfriend enjoys group sex. You can come over, we can chat, if the vibes are good, we can go fuck in a hotel room, my treat. If not, 'sall good, go our separate ways." As she spoke, her glass of booze was finally refilled. The girl was staring down into her own glass. "Didn't catch your name, by the way."

"Oh. Caitlyn." She took a long swig of her booze. "Fuck it. Why not," she said, holding out her own glass for a refill.

Once she got it, the pair returned to their table - and Max looked at Caitlyn with a look that wasn't lust. Caitlyn's jaw worked as Becca slid into the booth next to Max, shoving her tits into him. "You're that police officer," Max said.

"Enforcer, but yes. Yes. Don't worry, you were officially ruled out as a suspect," Caitlyn said, taking another swig of beer. "I wouldn't do this if you hadn't been."

"You two met?" Becca asked. Had she fucked up? The look on Reina's face said she had. It wasn't supposed to be a fuckup to arrange foursomes with your boyfriend! Unless he didn't like foursomes, she guessed, but Max definitely did. Their first shared memory was a foursome.

"We spoke briefly during an investigation," Caitlyn said, rather pointedly avoiding giving anything more than that. "It's just a coincidence that I'm here, honest. I can go if you want."

"No, if you're really not here- well, I guess cops don't do honey traps, right?"

"Vice does, but I'm not asking you to pay me for sex." She paused for a moment at that. "I mean- ah, sorry. Let'ss start over. I'm Caitlyn. Nice to meet you."

"Max," Max said, offering his hand to Caitlyn - and, Becca couldn't help but note, it was the arm that Reina's tits had been pushing into. Not the one that Becca's had.

* * *

Caitlyn could admit it. This was, honestly, pretty dumb. Marcus had told her that Max had been ruled out as a suspect, but she didn't really believe that. He had no alibi, and the cameras pretty much confirmed he was in his room at the time. Once she'd scanned the insides of his neighbor's rooms, his had bounced back to the most probable site for the missing trio to have entered. Their backups were all from before Max even came to the station, so they didn't know shit or fuckall about him, or why they might have gotten into lethal trouble with him. Their electronic devices didn't have any good ideas either.

Interacting with him, Max seemed pretty much the exact opposite of a cold-blooded killer, able to murder three cops, hide the bodies, and cover up the evidence. Not that he was suave or anything - he came off more like a big golden retriever. Earnest. Sweet. Innocent. Last guy you expected to be a killer.

Of course, that meant nothing as far as the investigation was concerned. Bad guys could pretend to be good guys. Good guys could have some reason to snap and break all the rules. You had to investigate every lead thoroughly...

But that was off the table. You couldn't advance an investigation if the higher-ups closed it down. Real life wasn't Boys of the Yard. Effective police work was a great chain of lots of little pieces working together, and if the higher-ups broke the chain, none of it would ever come to anything. No chain of custody, no usable witness testimony, which meant no conviction, which meant no point.

If she was being honest with herself, she was still mindlessly clinging to the idea that maybe she could find something out that would reignite the investigation.

The fact that she was also thinking that Max was an incredibly hot guy who, currently, there was no conflict of interest in pursuing, and who she'd overheard fucking some girl silly without even breaking a sweat (that she was pretty sure was neither of the women currently attached to him), so why not get a taste... well, that sort of contradiction was what human beings (or, really, all sentients) were made of.

The fact that the girls themselves were eye candy didn't hurt either. Even if they were obviously way more interested in Max than her. In that, they were interested in Max, and not interested in her.

She sipped her beer.

Him talking about his research into the archaeological site was actually interesting. She was dubious Becca and Reina shared that opinion, judging by their responses, but she was an investigator too, and she could see the similarities. Scraping over limited data to slowly piece together hypotheses, following leads wherever they went. She knew you could instantly differentiate alien from human DNA, but she hadn't realized that you could even track a given species back to its homeworld by its nucleobases, since every origin of life had a different set; she'd just assumed it was like how you could tell dog DNA from human DNA.

"Sorry, I'm nerding out," Max said, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck and smiling.

"No, no, it's interesting," Caitlyn said. Reina gave her a look that said, You're trying too hard. "It actually reminds me of my job, a little bit," she admitted.

"Tell us about your job," Reina said. "Being a cop sounds interesting."

"Oh, uhh," she paused, trying to think of something to talk about, having just been put on the spot.

* * *

"So, yeah, once again, it turns out the husband was murdered by the wife's lover. But the really crazy thing was that the recorded call showed that Darren's wife knew about it."

"Wait, but Darren's having an affair with Adanna, and that's the whole reason he murdered Nnamdi," Becca said with a frown.

"That's exactly what's so crazy," Caitlyn explained. "He didn't trick her or anything! She knows that he murdered Nnamdi because he wants to get with Adanna, and she's supportive. Like, oh yeah, after this murder I guess we'll be a throuple. They have four kids together and she barely knows Adanna but, whatever, I guess!"

"What happened to the wife?" Max asked. "I feel bad for her."

"She got accessory after the fact. It was five years, she should be out in... I think a couple months, actually," Caitlyn said after a moment's thought.

"Don't feel bad for her," Reina said, her face flush from drinking. "She could have just, y'know, not helped her husband murder a guy so he could get his dick in fresh pussy."

"I'm sure her husband could have gotten his dick in fresh pussy without the murder," Max said.

"Not everybody's as hot as you," Reina said, poking at his chest and just leaning into him a moment later.

"He was a physical therapist," Caitlyn said. "Reasonably attractive, fit, caring job, I'm sure he could have had success elsewhere."

"Dumb bitch," Becca said.

"I just... you said she didn't even know Adanna," Max said, and Caitlyn nodded. "So she got herself in all that trouble, just because she loved her husband that much."

"Well, her husband got ninety years, so he'll probably die in prison," Caitlyn said. "If she really loved him, she should've stopped him from murdering Nnamdi!"

"I guess that's true," Max agreed.

* * *

Caitlyn was lightly buzzed, Reina was at the stage of drunk where you just threw yourself at the guy, and Becca and Max seemed unaffected by the alcohol altogether (though maybe that was just because they were less drunk than Caitlyn). Still, they had all made their way to a hotel room - paid for, rather conspicuously, by Becca - and now Caitlyn's brain had suddenly remembered that this was an insanely stupid thing to do if she ever wanted to catch Max for the murders of Rodrigo, Hector, and Taiwo.

She was distracted momentarily by Becca popping off her top, huge, gravity-defying breasts seeming to burst into broad daylight. A moment after that, she was distracted by a similarly-topless Reina's full breasts, and then by Max's gorgeous muscular bare chest... and then out came Max's cock, and all thoughts of ending things vanished from her brain as she saw his fat, gorgeous marble cock bounce up into her field of view. Reina and Becca both immediately started stroking the thing, and Caitlyn just stared at it.

It was, genuinely, the most beautiful things she'd ever laid eyes on. Her eyes had wandered at the bar, with Reina and Becca both being gorgeous, but they weren't wandering now. Max's sex appeal was top notch without his cock out, but now it was even higher than that. Her pussy clenched at the void inside her as she imagined that thing plunging into her depths. Her brain just processed that it was moving across her field of vision, as Max laid down on the bed, only partly restarting once two sets of large breasts wrapped around it.

That cock is definitely special. Could it somehow be related to the case?

What a stupid thought. Some dumb neurons firing off an incoherent irrelevance out of a foolish sense of duty. The only thing that cock was related to was her pussy, in that, it should go in her pussy and spray hot cum all over her insides. Some base part of her wished she didn't have an implant that was providing birth control, but mostly she was preoccupied watching copious amounts of blue-white and Japanese titflesh ripple around the most beautiful cock in the world. She kicked off her shoes and socks as she approached the bed, staring at his cock. Reina and Becca were now both kissing and licking at the tip, still wearing pants and panties, but both looking insanely horny. Even their earlier conflict was now sublimated by the raw act of giving a titfuck, the pair mashing their tits into one another, struggling to lick and kiss at his cock while the other tried to block it off with her own mouth/tongue.

Max himself just laid back on the bed, one hand on either girl's head, softly petting them, cooing over them, complimenting them. "Yeah, that's it. Just like that. That's what those big bags of fat are for, isn't it?" They both hummed their agreement immediately, not even bothering to pull their mouths back from his cock. "Pleasing my cock. You two little sluts love pleasing my big, fat, superior white cock, don't you?"

"Mhm!" Reina got out around his cockhead.

"I love it," Becca agreed, as her tongue danced along, her nature as an EM helping her out.

Caitlyn herself was trembling with arousal as she watched the scene, her nipples scraping against her sports bra uncomfortably, her clit grinding against her panties. She was just kneeling on the bed as the show went on. Normally, she'd have been more interested in the big tits squishing around the cock than the cock itself - dicks weren't the most appealing parts of guys, in her opinion, any more than pussies were the most appealing parts of girls - but she might as well have been straight for how hard she was staring at that cock and ignoring the flesh around it. The mass of titflesh mattered only insofar as it suggested his size and girth, as it rippled around that hard-on of his.

He suddenly pulled back both Becca and Reina's mouth from his dick. For a moment, their tongues waggled in the open air, then they both started whining to get his dick back. "Suck my cock, Caitlyn," Max said, his voice oozing confidence in a way that made her pussy clench up. "Put those lips of yours to good use."

She did exactly as commanded, leaning forward, just about mashing her face into the two girls' tits. That was, in fact, a common fantasy of Caitlyn's, enjoying the soft feeling of huge breasts around her face, but right now, that sensation was just a distraction as her lips wrapped around his cockhead and she noisily sucked on it.

"I'm your oral fucktoy, Max," Becca whined from her left. "Please let me do my job and suck your cock."

"I want to taste you some more, Max," Reina whined from her right.

Caitlyn herself remained firmly lodged in their tits, sucking ever harder, tongue dancing around the tastiest dick she'd ever had in her mouth. Her eyes turned up to Max, the man himself just grinning down at her.

"Shut up, you two," Max said, actually just casually shaking the pair's heads. Even as they were mistreated like that, their hands remained on their tits, mashing them against his cock, grinding them into one another, neither girl resisting for a second the natural feminine urge to service and worship a cock like this. "It's Caitlyn's first time getting to suck my cock. Plus, she's been staring at your fat tits all day, now she gets to actually enjoy them."

He was so crude and cruel in how he spoke, a complete 180 from how he'd been at the bar - but the two women just about creamed themselves to his words, moaning and grinding their tits against his cock all the harder, panting and whining for his dick as he just enjoyed Caitlyn's mouth. Caitlyn herself was slurping and sucking on the top inch or so of his dick, in the process kissing at the girls' tits, but she didn't care one iota about that. The flavor of that cockhead, plunging out from within those full breasts, was the only thing that mattered to her now. Her tongue danced along hungrily on his cock, as her cheeks just hollowed and she sucked.

Caitlyn's pussy was on fire with lust, and she couldn't resist the urge to wiggle out of her skirt, and then her panties, one hand plunging in between her thighs. The moment she touched her clit with her bare hand, she came, twisting and moaning in place, her whole body writhing in pleasure as she sucked all the harder and louder on Max's cock. He grasped her hair by that point, peeling her up and off, admiring her face as she just moaned and drooled and came. "You love sucking my fat cock, don't you, Caitlyn?" He asked her, even as Becca and Reina both dove in to suck his freed-up cock.

"Yessss," Caitlyn half-moaned out, twitching in place, her pussy on fire.

"Say you're a little slut for my big white cock and I'll let you suck it again," he added.

"I'm a little slut for your big white cock!" The words came out, full of energy, and he just peeled Becca and Reina off his cock again, letting Caitlyn once more dive into their breasts, frigging herself senseless as she noisily sucked and suckled on his cockhead, her juices dribbling out all over her hand and inner thighs. Wet sloppy noises of sucking seemed to resound in the room, echoing in her ears as she played with herself. She'd never been this aroused in her life, but that made sense - this cock was the best cock in the whole universe, the manliest fat rod that she'd ever seen.

"You're on birth control, right, Caitlyn?" He asked her, and Caitlyn rapidly nodded in reply, his cock twitching in the other girls' breasts. "How would you feel about me creampieing your tight pussy?"

"Sho gooood," she slurred out around his cockhead, before coming all over again to the mere thought of being come inside, her brain seeming to fry at the mental image of millions of sperm assaulting her ovaries.

"Becca, Reina, stay," he said, letting go of their hair, and the girls whimpered but didn't move their heads. A moment later, he had a handful of Caitlyn's hair, and was peeling her back and off his cock altogether, his length twitching in front of her face.

Then he erupted. Cum splattered across her features, forcing her eyes closed, and even more dribbled and squirted down onto the other girls' tits. She could smell it, thick and musky, one eye just partly opened, getting a blurry, cum-streaked vision of gorgeous quantities of voluptuous skin coated in thick globs of the stuff. By the time he was done coming, there was a thick plaster of white across the titflesh, and he released Caitlyn's hair, letting her dive forward and just start licking up cum like a desperately starving woman, tongue dancing across those gorgeous full breasts, the taste seeming to liquidate all her thoughts.

Once she had licked up every last drop of cum she could find on the other two's big fat tits, Max shifted on the bed. "Everybody, get naked," he ordered them, as his cock left Reina and Becca's tits. All three girls hurriedly stripped, with Caitlyn uncaring as cum smeared across her top in the process of pulling it up past her cum-streaked face. Hell, after she had her bra off, she went back for the top, just using it like a towel to clear her face off, then moving on to licking the stuff up, sucking on the fabric to work out the cum from it.

"You're such a horny little cumslut," Max told Caitlyn, who could only moan in affirmation as she continued to lick, the scent and taste of his semen seeming to rewrite her brain, to teach her that the best possible thing to do in the bedroom was to become a horny little cumslut. "Alright, I want all three of you on your backs, with your pussies on the edge of the bed for me to fuck."

Caitlyn was a little slower than the other two - she was busy sniffing and sucking his cum off her shirt - but she got into position quickly, her legs dangling off the edge of the bed, her juices dribbling down her inner thighs. She'd been on one side of the pair, but Max easily used his muscles and manly strength to rearrange the three of them so that she was in the center, carrying her into the air in a way that briefly set her heart - and pussy - aflutter.

Without any further ado, he just rammed his cock into her pussy, prompting Caitlyn to orgasm, her vision going white at the edges as pleasure surged up her spine. One hand slipped between Reina's legs, and almost immediately the Japanese teen came, moaning and thrashing about. His other hand repeated the process on Becca, who also moaned like a whore in response to the action. Max himself just pounded inside of Caitlyn's cunt, his eyes wandering all three women's naked bodies.

Caitlyn had always been confident in her own body, but the way that Max looked at her tits compared to Becca and Reina's made her suddenly feel inadequate. Or, no, inadequate wasn't quite the right word. It was more like she wanted to satisfy the wonderful, manly cock that was plunging into her needy pussy again and again. And the man the cock was attached to clearly liked big tits, so her modest D-cups weren't good enough.

She didn't have too much brain space to feel anxious, though - mostly, she just felt good. A massive cock was plowing into her wet sex over and over again, as she shivered and jerked by way of response to each hardy thrust. All the while, she held her own shirt to her face, sucking and licking and sniffing at the cum that had been deposited on it, her eyes looking up at the glorious form of masculinity that was pounding her cunt.

"That's it, take it, you little cumslut," Max declared. "That's your nickname in the bedroom," he continued, with the utmost confidence. "Becca's my oral fucktoy, Reina's my teen titfuck slut, and you're my little cumslut. Got it?"

Caitlyn nodded rapidly, unable to argue with the title. She was just slurping and sniffing on his cum even now, even as she came, even as the man atop her just relentlessly plowed at her tight cunt. At one side of her, Becca was noisily panting, parting her legs eagerly. "It's been a while since you enjoyed my pussy, Max, why not plunge it in?" She asked him.

"I just want to see how long you can go without my cock in your cunt," Max told Becca, even as he fingered her - and the woman came in response, her body twitching and writhing on his dick, a lewd moan escaping her throat. "You said you'd be my oral toy and blowjob machine, and I want to know if you really meant it. If you're too desperate and horny to show your self control, though, I can stuff my cock in that needy pussy of yours once I'm done with Caitlyn here."

"Nuh, no, I cuh, can be good," Becca got out.

"Me next, me next," Reina whined eagerly from her other side, quivering in place, her tits jiggling as her pussy got fingered. "I want that amazing fat dick in my tight Japanese teen slit. You know you want to stuff me full and creampie me," she breathed out. "Becca's cunt can't get pregnant, I was born to get bred by big fat white cocks like yours."

"No!" Max pulled his hand out of Reina's cunt, making her whimper as he smacked her tit almost casually. The sheer disdain, the certainty that she'd put up with whatever, reified his position as the ultimate male for Caitlyn in that moment. "You were born to get bred by my big fat white cock! Only mine, got it?!"

"Yesss," Reina said, moaning as his fingers plunged back into her pussy and prompted her to come again.

"You came to my apartment to interrogate me," Max said, turning his attention down to Caitlyn, who just moaned like a horny little bitchy cumslut on his cock. She sniffed all the harder on his shirt, the manly musk helping to keep the absurdity of the situation out of her mind, so she could instead focus on how good it felt. "But now look at you. Your duties as an Enforcer forgotten in return for my thick cock! I bet you want a load of my cum in your pussy, don't you?" She nodded deliriously, and Max pulled a finger out of Becca's pussy to instead smack Caitlyn's ass. "Say it, cumslut!"

"I want a load of your cum in my cunt!" Caitlyn said, her voice only lightly muffled by the cum-stained shirt that was pressed against her face. Max responded by upping his pace inside her, roaring his delight as the bed squeaked beneath her, as her cunt got turned inside out by his massive cock. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as she came again, moaning loudly. "Come in meee," she whined out.

Max went along with that request, bottoming out inside her and erupting. A thick flow of cum spread inside her, filling her up, streams of little swimmers going on a one-way mission to impregnate her. Her thoughts turned into fluffy pink clouds at the idea of becoming a mother for such a manly man's cock. She'd always been into Asian men more than white ones, but right now, her pussy was on fire for thick globs of white cum. "Breed meeee," she whined out, as he just thrust his cock inside her, spraying out cum.

When he was finished coming, she collapsed against the bed, leaving the shirt on the lower half of her face, stopping her licking and sucking to just smell in the afterglow. Max gave her a casual smirk, then pulled out, stepping over for Reina's cunt and stuffing his cock into her, next. The girl immediately became even more debauched, emphasizing how great his dick was, how much she loved it, how dearly she wanted to be his teen Japanese schoolgirl slut... he also hefted up Becca easily, raising her up and over Reina and Caitlyn both before planting her on the far side of Reina. He twisted her around a moment later, so her mouth dangled off the side, and groped her tits with one hand as he fingered Caitlyn's pussy and rubbed her clit.

He just manhandled and fucked the three of them - though, as part of whatever debauched thing he had going on with Becca, he avoided the EM girl's cunt - for hours. Cum got sprayed onto Caitlyn's face twice more, as Caitlyn herself just sniffed it noisily, and he gave Becca and Reina another titfuck each, in between pounding their mouths and cunts. Caitlyn could only watch in delirious arousal as he put all three of them through their paces, treating their bodies like so much meat to just fuck silly.

It felt so good. She actually passed out in the midst of an orgasm, and by the time she woke up, the trio had gotten into a cuddle pile and fallen asleep.

Seeing them like that, Max naked, Becca and Reina both attached to either arm... Caitlyn slid forward in between Max's legs, nuzzling his thigh, his cock - still slick with all their combined juices - quietly twitching right next to her as she let out soft breaths.

It was a wild night.

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Max Stat and the Harem Blight, Chapter 7: Olivia
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Olivia had been waiting for Jinx to let her guard down ever since she'd put the cuffs on. Jinx hadn't let her attention lapse. Olivia was never out of her sight. The gun spun back and forth between Vivi and Olivia, but it was always targeted at Vivi's chest or Olivia's head, and she had no doubt that Jinx could pull off a killshot.

Jinx had mentioned extra billions of neurons, which suggested neural enhancement. That tended to be correlated to psych issues and brain cancer, but neither of those were relevant to Olivia right now.

Olivia was now seated, with Vivi seated right across from her. Jinx could walk around the pair of them as she felt like, and the blue-haired girl had started chewing some bubblegum. "You're a real troublemaker, Liv," Jinx said, poking Olivia with the tip of her gun. Olivia didn't respond. "Do you know what your girl did, Vivi?"

Vivi was quiet in response. She just stared at Jinx, expressionless as she did so. A studied calm. Maybe she'd even shut off autonomic changes in facial expression by this point.

"Tell her what you did, Liv. We both know that I know. No sense in keeping it from her."

"I don't know what- ahh!" Jinx had just stomped on her foot. She jumped involuntarily in the seat, and Jinx slammed her back down into her chair, one hand on her shoulder, gun shoved against her cheek.

"There's a reason you took your shot after I mentioned three Enforcers. Last chance, girlie. Honest truth, or your room's gonna be redecorated in pink and grey."

Jinx stared right into her eyes. Vivi... if nothing else, Vivi didn't deserve to have to see that. "...I convinced an Enforcer that Max had slept with his girlfriend," Olivia said at last.

"There we go! That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Olivia's attention was on Vivi, whose lips trembled just a bit by way of response.

"Olivia..." Not Mistress. She actually, legitimately, had fucked up. "I told you about the... the drunken sex because I wanted to be truthful with you, not so you could hurt one of the people I had slept with. Why would you do something like that?"

"I was fucking pissed, okay?!" Olivia said. "You slept with this stupid hot guy, we both know you're more straight than gay, so you probably liked sex with him more than me, too!"

"I told you I didn't remember that night!" Olivia grit her teeth.

"Naughty naughty," Jinx said, a grin on her lips, twisting around to look at Vivi even as she kept the gun up against Olivia's cheek. "I don't remember that night either - but I sure as shit remember the morning. As I recall, you started sucking his dick first thing."

Olivia's expression got even tighter, and Vivi seemed to wilt. "You..." Olivia started, her voice a hiss.

"I'm sorry! I didn't want to make you any madder than you already were!"

"So he was better than me," Olivia said.

"Sex isn't everything in a relationship!"

"You're a fucking Vivi! I spend like two hours a day coming up with ways to keep you coming your brains out without my active involvement so I can actually get the work done!"

"Trouble in paradise," Jinx said, nodding to herself as she kept the gun mushed up against Olivia's face. "See, here's the deal, Liv. I'm not here about me and Vivi being pole sisters. My boss is concerned that somebody did a frame job on Max. Made it look like he killed those three Enforcers," she explained. Olivia steeled her expression. "Sabotage us. Make Zaun look like it's not safe for Enforcers, like it's not safe for foreigners... bad juju, you know?"

"I didn't kill those Enforcers, he did."

"Was actually the bite-sized goblin," Jinx said. "But that's true! That doesn't make my job any easier though, you know? You still created the situation. Even if I decided to give you the all-clear... I mean, you might just do it again."

"I wouldn't," Olivia said, immediately. Really, she'd start by getting this bitch for traumatizing her Vivi, and then they'd probably have to leave Zaun altogether.

"Right, not very convincing," Jinx said, blowing a bit bubble of pink gum, then slurping it back into her mouth. "I have a theory, Liv. Heck, it might even help you forgive your girlfriend."

"She can take as long as she needs to forgive me!" Vivi offered.

"How sweet, shnookums. Now shush," Jinx said, not even glancing away from Olivia. "My theory? Max's dick is extra-special." Olivia spared a glance at Vivi - whose expression betrayed that, yes, that was Vivi's opinion too. "Extra, super, amazingly special," she explained. "Not just regular twelve incher special, yanno?"

"...I don't," Olivia admitted.

"Yeah, yeah." Jinx took a half-step back, gun coming away from Olivia's face to swing around towards Vivi's chest. "You know how hot he is, right?"

Olivia grit her teeth, and Jinx's trigger finger wiggled threateningly. "Yes, I know how hot he is," she got out.

"More than just regular hot, right? A once in a generation hottie, 'cept that's a fossilized idiom. He's hotter than once in a generation. If you went across every single human being currently alive, it's very possible that there isn't a single one who's as hot as him. Sound right?"

"I just watched him through some CCTV footage."

"It's... I thought so, Mistress," Vivi said. "I actually thought something similar when I first saw him."

"Great. So the guy who fucked my girl-" Olivia's voice died as Jinx took a step closer to Vivi's chest.

"My point, idiota, is that the guy who fucked your girl is the hottest dude ever. So, his dick is also the best ever."

"That's..." Ridiculous? Stupid?

"What do you think, Vivi? Olivia's not your first, how's his dick compare to other guys'?"

"It's the biggest... and the tastiest... and the most gorgeous..."

"¡Ya está bien!" Olivia spat out. She took a deep breath, finding her leg was jittering. She wished she could just crack this bitch's fucking skull. Plaster her brains all over the wall. Teach her a lesson for fucking with her and Vivi. "What's your point?"

"Well, I fucked him multiple times," Jinx explained. "'sfar as I know, Vivi only did it the once."

"Yes! Only that... morning! I never went to visit or talk to him again or anything, Mistress"

"When that cock comes out..." Jinx licked her lips. "It sounds ridiculous, but I think that there's something about it, you know? It's not chemical or anything, or it wouldn't work on Vivi and Becca, which is very obviously does. Probably some kinda superstimulus, just like his rockin' hot body. Like an orchid mantis, but for cocks."

"A what?" Olivia asked.

"Oh!" Vivi said. "Orchid mantises evolved to look like orchids as camouflage, but they actually look so good that butterflies will choose them over real orchids."

"You got a real smart girlfriend," Jinx said with a smile.

"So he basically raped Vivi?" Olivia said, her nostrils flaring.

"Nah, she sucked his dick of her own volition. Ain't like an orchid mantis is mind controlling the butterflies."

"It is killing them."

"Max is a sweetheart without a mean bone in his body," Jinx said dismissively. "If somebody decided to make his dick that good.. well, I wanna know who." Olivia glared at Jinx. "Don't believe me?"

"It sounds stupid, and you've been holding me and my sex slave at gunpoint for the past hour."

"Right. That's me being nice," Jinx said. "The rational thing to do would be to kill you and blame the fact that, yanno, you tried to shoot me, perrita." With her free hand, she pointed at the door, which still had a hole in it. "I could offer your body to Piltover as the person responsible for killing those three Enforcers, bingo bango, who's got the mango? I could still do it, if you'd rather."

Olivia just glared at her.

"'Swhat I thought. So. I want you to be my test subject, aight?" She lowered her googles, looking at Olivia and tapping a few buttons on them. "Here's what you're gonna do. I'm gonna invite Max over to your place. You're gonna ask to suck his dick. His cock comes out, and you don't agree with the orchid mantis explanation? Just tell him you changed your mind, sorry, please go."

"And if I do?"

"If you do, it'll all come natural," Jinx said. "Now, look at me like I was your beloved Vivi and the two of you had decided to switch roles for today. Open that mouth of yours nice and wide."

Olivia glanced at Jinx's gun arm - she was still pointed unerringly at Vivi's chest, where her EM chip was housed, not even having to look - and then looked back up at Jinx. She took a deep breath, tried to steady herself mentally and force a smile, and then opened her mouth wide, tongue stretching out. She didn't really have a choice.

She had to protect Vivi.

* * *

Olivia stared at the bullet hole in the front door. Jinx had seemingly forgotten about it. The overpen on the round she fired should have probably made a nice crisp dent on the opposite wall and stopped.

It was kind of fucked up, but she was sort of hoping that Max noticed something was off. Sure, he'd fucked her Vivi, and she was still a little angry about that, but Jinx? Jinx had held her and her Vivi at gunpoint. It wasn't the first time Olivia had a gun pointed at her, and hell, she started it. But fucking with her beloved Vivi? That was too fucking much. The moment she was free, she'd kill that bitch for fucking with her girl.

Still, she had to play her role. She was the kinkster interested in trying out the sub role, and obviously her main partner wasn't a suitable dominant. Vivi had recommended Max for the role. She'd let him take out his cock, then tell him, "Sorry, mierda, actually I'm not into guys, lo siento, stupid mistake on my part," and send him packing.

There was a knock on the door. "Olivia? You okay in there?"

"Yes! Door's open," she said. A second later, the door opened - and Max wasn't anywhere to be seen. He poked his head in a moment later, quickly taking in the room, then let out a sigh of relief, giving her a smile.

He'd been fooled, that was obvious. "There's really nobody else here?"

"Vivi's in the back with the keys. Wouldn't want her to see her Mistress taking the sub role," Olivia said, just like that chupador de escoria had told her to. "Just a quick one-off, that's all. Thanks for coming by."

"Oh! You're welcome, hah! I actually was pretty much finished with work for the day when I got your call. I was half-considering starting up on a new part, but - you don't care about that, sorry." Fuck. She'd let her annoyance get out into her face.

"No, not really," she admitted. "I just want to try sucking cock." She opened her mouth wide, tongue lolling out.

"I, uh, didn't realize that Vivi had a mistress, by the way," Max said, as he approached her slowly, still a little skittish, like some stray cat. "Sorry."

"It's fine, she can sleep around." An absolute fucking lie, but there had been times Olivia had been tempted, just to keep up with Vivi's libido. "You gonna get your dick out or what?"

"What's with the camera?" He asked.

"I might want to watch it later," Olivia bullshitted. "You know, to study and shit. I mostly domme so getting a good angle on myself as a sub could be good for study. Plus, can't exactly be booty calling you constantly. If it bothers you, you can take it down."

"No, no! It's fine, that's actually considerate of you, ha," he said. She nodded along, wanting him to just get on with it. "Right. Right. Sorry. This is just escalating a little quicker than I'm used to," he said, letting out a laugh. "I mean, not that you're a slut or anything," he added, as if terrified of offending her.

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Just get your fucking dick out," she snapped. She hadn't meant for the words to come out that way, but, well, she was irritated.

"Sorry, sorry!" He stepped forward, popping the button on his pants. He unzipped them a moment later. Olivia would (hopefully, if that bitch Jinx didn't go back on her word) be free soon enough. She was already preparing the right words to say to him...

And then that fat cock burst free, and her mouth fell open. It was huge, yeah, that wasn't a surprise, but there was something about it that was irresistible. Her nostrils flared. It was pure masculinity incarnate.

An orchid cock, her brain offered up. That phrase seemed incredibly fitting: a cock that was so much better than every other cock she'd ever seen, it was like it was a whole different kind of thing, and you only called it a cock because what other word was there for it? It was like generative art AI had been told to draw, not (cock) or (cock:2) or even (cock:3), but (cock:10), and instead of spitting out gibberish it had actually done the assignment properly. She wanted to suck it more than she'd ever wanted to suck a cock in her life, which wasn't saying much since she hated giving guys head, but even if she hadn't, that would still be true.

Her mouth was wide open, her tongue stretched out invitingly for that big, beautiful cock. The world seemed to narrow down to that point. She could get her Vivi free later. Could deal with Jinx later. Hell, this was better for dealing with Jinx, right? Prove her whole theory right. The theory was irrelevant to avenging herself on Jinx. But if she felt vindicated, she'd be more likely to let them both go.

Yeah. That made sense. This wasn't even infidelity, Vivi was fine with her sleeping around, even if it'd been years since she last did. She was protecting her girl by sucking this cock.

Max slid his massive cock right into her wide-open mouth. She'd never given head before, so as her jaw stretched out, she expected it to hurt. As he slid along her eager tongue, she expected her gag reflex to act up. Neither of those things happened, his dick smoothly, slowly pushing its way deep, deep into her throat. Her whole body shivered in response, her nipples scraping against her camisole as they rapidly hardened, her clit seeming so unbelievably sensitive in the aftermath of getting her throat plugged. She was wet. She'd just been made to deepthroat a guy and she felt horny as fuck. Like she might after playing with Vivi for a half hour without making her reciprocate at all.

She squirmed in her seat, thighs trying to rub at her cunt, to get herself fucking off. This cock in her throat was like the worst clit-tease of all time, because she was so, unbearably horny, but her hands were cuffed behind her back (another reason to hate that bitch Jinx).

Max slid out of her throat at that point, and she actually whimpered at his sudden absence. "You're a horny little cocksucker, aren't you?" He asked, his cock looming over her face. She just nodded, tongue still stretched out invitingly. "Do you mind if I touch you below the-"

"¡Haz lo que quieras conmigo!" Do whatever you want with me! She'd meant to say it in English, but she was that fucking horny. Luckily, either he spoke Spanish, had a translator, or got the meaning by her volume, because he stuffed his cock right back in her mouth. She quivered at that, her whole body trembling in desperate arousal, and one of his hands slid down for her tit.

That was enough for her to be sent over the edge. She jerked and spasmed wildly, her eyes peeling back in their sockets as an Earth-shattering orgasm hit her. She moaned incoherently around the cock in her throat, the noises only seeming to stimulate Max still further, his big fat beautiful cock twitching in her throat. She shuddered beneath him, her thoughts turning into mushy goop. She loved this fat beautiful wonderful cock in her throat. She loved it enough that her oxygen-starved brain imagined sharing it with Vivi, the pair of them sometimes sucking and fucking this dick as a couple, even though normally she hated the idea of loaning out Vivi to anybody (especially a hot guy).

Saliva dribbled out of her mouth as she just slurped on his dick like that, tongue dancing around his length. He started to pump back and forth in her mouth at that point, casual, forceful thrusts that felt so fucking good. Her cunt was on fire with need. She wanted that big fat cock to get stuffed into her cunt and spray out some massive load. She wanted to be bred by it. She wanted to raise that cock's baby with Vivi.  She was postmenopausal, but her brain told her that a cock like that could knock any bitch up. That its little swimmers could impregnate her Vivi, even.

Rationally, it was nonsense.

Physically, her hips bucked up into the air a bit in her seat, as her thighs squirmed and wriggled, trying to stimulate her diamond-hard clit. She mewled desperately around his cock as she humped the air, wanting more, harder, more, harder. She slurped on his dick hungrily, her tongue dancing around, tasting him, relishing every inch of his big, fat cock.

Then, suddenly, he pulled out of her mouth again at that point. His cock twitched in the open air, throbbing in front of her face, a massive white rod that contrasted her own caramel skin. She held her mouth wide open, whimpering, nonverbally begging for more. "Fuck my throat, fuck my throat with your thick white cock," she pleaded, when he didn't immediately respond to her nonverbal pleas.

He thrust into her mouth again at that point, just holding himself down in her throat. "Ahhh, fuck, I get it," he breathed out, as he held himself down her throat. She just quivered and squirmed in place. "You're normally a domme, so you were playing the brat, right? Vivi's not really a bratty sub, so I didn't think of that." She whimpered as best she could around his cock, wanting to get off, feeling so teased. Her hands fought against the cuffs, metal grinding against her wrists, but if she could've gotten free under her own power, she would have done so a long while ago. "One of those, uhh, shut her up with your dick situations," he said.

She wasn't really processing what he was saying at this point. It was meaningless white noise, compared to the raw need to orgasm. Getting choked by his cock was just too much for her. Her hips were humping at the air, legs shifting, trying to reach out for his thighs, to rub her horny mess of a cunt up against his body. Even through her panties, she was sure that the stimulation would be enough.

He seemed to recognize her desire, shifting his leg up to where she could hump it, and she did so, and immediately came, mewling around his dick as her eyes peeled back. Saliva dribbled out of her mouth as he continued to choke her on his dick, his own awkward position nevertheless seeming to establish a natural dominance over her. She felt so feminine, so horny, so happy, as she came like that, unable to breathe, her lungs starting to burn, but her body reacting much the same way she imagined the biological Vivian's did when she was getting choked out in a porno. She went cross-eyed.

"Take it, take my white cock, you Mexican slut," he groaned out. For a moment, enough of her brain restarted for her to worry that maybe he somehow knew who she was? Then she remembered Americans just called all Latinos Mexican and got back to happily slurping on cock. She sucked hard, tongue dancing around the underside, and she humped at his thigh as he half-knelt on her chain, losing herself in the moment. Her brain seemed to slowly fry and white out as she got choked out on his big, fat, beautiful white cock. "You like choking on cock, don't you, you haughty little bitch?" She mewled around his cock, her eyes rolling around in their sockets, unable to resist or even argue. She did love getting choked out on his cock.

That thought sent her over the edge again, and she spasmed and came. It was one of those 'once a month' kinds of orgasms, the sort of thing you got when you really set Vivi to work on slowly building up, when you edged and ground, when you had just the right roleplay scenario.

With his cock lodged in her throat, she actually felt her eyes lid, her consciousness slowly ebbing, the pleasure still keeping her from struggling against him, or even really processing the fact that she was about to pass out. She just collapsed on his cock, eyes closing entirely.

She woke up a few seconds later to the boy slapping her cheek with his bare hand. "Oh my God, I'm so sorry, Olivia! Fuck, I'm sorry, you seemed really into it, I assumed you could hold your breath that long, ahhh, are you okay?"

"Joder," she spat out, still catching her breath. He grimaced at that. "I'm alive, pendejo." She wiggled in her confinement, her brain having restarted for the moment. He stood up at that point, and his dick just slapped her right in the face.

"Oh, sorry," he said, but her gaze was already back on his dick, and that meant she was thinking of it plunging into her holes again. Mouth, pussy, asshole, it was a thing of glory and she wanted it inside her again, her mouth falling open. He immediately slid his cock into her mouth, recognizing that carnal need on her part, but he stopped a couple inches into her mouth, letting her bathe his cock in licks as she sucked on it for dear life, like a woman in the desert given a water bottle. "Sorry, I won't do the extended deepthroat thing again, okay?" She just dully nodded around his dick, looking up at him with lidded, horny eyes.

He started to thrust back and forth, slow, casual motions, grinding along her tongue, not even plunging into her throat out of an overabundance of caution. She just stared up at him like that, and she started to hump his leg again, whimpering around his dick. She wanted him to plunge the rest of the way into her throat, to lay claim to the inside of her esophagus all over again. A tight throat like hers was made to sheathe a big fat white cock like his, but he was obviously gunshy on doing it again, and she couldn't beg with a dick in her mouth.

"Do you mind if I come on your face?" He asked her, and she paused in her grinding for just a moment, her brain restarting to process the question. Not so much for the come on your face part, but for the Do you mind if. That is to say, whether she should answer yes or no was based on what would express her affirmation of whatever he wanted to do right now, because right now, she wanted to do whatever he wanted to do.

Once she figured out the right answer, she nodded.

"Good. Fuck, Vivi's the first black girl I ever fucked," he told her, starting to pump at her face all the harder. "I kind of wish I'd fucked a Vivi before now, because she was just so much fun." At the moment, Olivia wasn't even angry about him mentioning fucking her girl - the cock plunging in and out of her throat, and the calf to hump, were filling her up with way too much arousal and need for any anger to bubble up. "I hope you two are happy together. Oh, right, my previous girlfriends were were white and Korean," he explained, as he fucked her face thoroughly, methodically, each pump going at an almost casual pace. He was in complete control as he spoke, not losing himself to lust at all. "But cum looks soooo good on dark skin, I kinda wish one of them had been dusky like Vivi or caramel like you."

She didn't even have a chance to think through a response - she just came at that point, spasming around his dick. He kept fucking her throat for a couple seconds as she moaned incoherently around his cock, getting cut off again and again as he dove into her throat - then he pulled out of her mouth and just erupted, spraying hot cum all over her face. She shuddered and twitched at the feeling of it, being caked in his cum, his seed marking her as a woman. The thick scent of it was overpowering as one stream went almost straight up her nose, and her arousal sharply climbed in the midst of her orgasm in response. She felt so completely, naturally, perfectly submissive, a hard cock putting her in her place as a happy little cocksucker. She just let her mouth fall open, some dollops of his cum splattering across her palate and tongue, the taste so obscenely good she couldn't believe it. A man like this just deserved to come all over and inside her. What could be more natural?

"Haaa... you look really good like that, Olivia. Oh! You're gonna watch this later, right? You should look at the camera! It'll be a really sexy shot, I think," Max said, reaching down for her head and tilting her to face the camera. With her one open eye (the other was forced shut by his cum), she stared into the camera. She didn't feel humiliated or ashamed that Jinx, and probably Vivi, were watching from the other room. She felt almost eager to show off that she had been fucked by such a virile, obscenely hot man. She wanted to share his beautiful manly godly white cock with Vivi right now, and only the thought that she might actually get Vivi killed doing that kept her from shouting out for her slave to come on out.

"Do you want to keep going, or was that enough? You seemed to really enjoy yourself, and I can do another round."

His patient, uncertain questions didn't annoy her, either professionally as a domme, or practically as a needy bitch in heat. They felt like he was teasing her, tempting her with the possibility of more sex to make her degrade herself for his cock - something she was more than happy to do. "Fuck my cunt, fuck me, ¡Que me jodan hasta dejarme sin cerebro!" She was too horny to say anything else.

"Ah! Okay," he said, grabbing her panties and pulling them off hurriedly. Her legs kicked to help him along, her whole body wiggling in the chair as she struggled to get disrobed on behalf of that massive bitchbreaker of his. Her brain was firing on cylinders for one moment to make getting her panties off as easy for him as possible - and then she just spread her legs invitingly for him.

He lined up immediately and just shoved his cock inside her. The feeling of it was obscene, the massive thing stretching her out, all the more so because it had been years since she'd last had a cock or dildo inside her. His whole length had hilted inside her on the first thrust, which was a surprise to her, as was the fact that there was no pain or ache from it inside her, just the pleasant sensation of being so completely filled. Her brain offered up dirty talk, wanting to plead to get bred, imagined her and Vivi raising his child together - but she couldn't speak, because she was already coming, drowning in bliss as his thick cum filled her nostrils.

He just took hold of her hips at that point, starting to thrust away. It felt so fucking good, being speared into over and over. She could feel her stomach bulge on each thrust, feel the way he stretched her out, the way his massive cock reshaped her insides. She could only gasp for air around the cum on her face, her eyes rolling around. It felt so good, to be fucked again. She felt like the most natural submissive, all her dominant tendencies leaking right out of her cunt as he pounded away, her body bouncing on his dick. If this was what Vivi felt like every day, then she lived the most charmed life, a life pure and simple, without many thoughts or concerns beyond pleasure.

"Say something, Olivia," Max grunted atop her, hands on her thighs, holding them up, helping him get an ever deeper angle inside her. Her body was twisted up on the chair, hands still cuffed behind it, but he casually manhandled her and lifted her up, her pussy clenching that little bit tighter. It felt so nice, to just be manhandled, she could almost forget what was even appealing about a woman's body. (Though, actually, Vivi could carry her if she wanted to - a Type-12 could lift ten times its body weight.) "Come on. I want to hear you talk."

"Fuck me, dios mío, fuck me, ohhh, you fuck like a god, fuck me and knock me up, spray out hot- huh?" She panted as he suddenly paused his thrusts inside her, his cock completely stopping. She squirmed on his dick like a fish trapped on a hook, but being in his grasp, her arms bound, there wasn't much she could do. "What? I'm begging, please," she whined.

"You're using protection, right?"

"I'm fuckin' 214 years old, pendejo," she bit out. Her raw need for his cock plunging inside her managed to overpower the sense of submissive delight - plus, also, some of the annoyance that came from a dom being an idiot and confusing dirty talk for reality. Mostly the cocklust, though. "My uterus hasn't worked since before Vivi was fuckin' born. Now fuck my brains out!"

He didn't hesitate, just ramming inside her, pounding away roughly at her cunt. She moaned and came again, drinking in breaths through her nose, basking in the thick scent of his hot cum, while her pussy gripped and squeezed on his cock. He grunted in pleasure at that, shifting her body, moving her hips so that it was easier for him to get all the way inside her. Her legs were just floating off in the air, the awkward position uncomfortable - but it didn't matter, not compared to the sheer glory of getting that cock inside her.

When her orgasm ended, she started to speak up again. "Fuck me, fuck me gringo, fuck me so hard, ahm, I'm your little Latin slut. Fuck me and knock me up, ahm, I wish Vivi was here so she could suck your balls while you fuck me." His cock twitched and pulsed inside her, her every word seeming to entice him to go even harder at her cunt. "Kiss the big fat white balls that are going to unload a steaming load of cum in me, knocking me up. Giving her your baby to raise, the cornuda would love that."

At that point, Olivia came again, moaning and jerking. She tried to lock her legs around Max's hips, but the position was too awkward to do so. Her pussy just leaked and dribbled all over his cock as he kept on fucking away, uncaring of her body's discomfort. "Yeah, that's right," he grunted out. "My white cock's better than her black fingers and tongue, right, Olivia?" He demanded. She was too busy coming to speak - but she nodded anyway. "It's better than any Latin guy's cock, too," he added, and she nodded again, just moaning incoherently. He took hold of her hair, twisting her head around, forcing her to look up at him with her one, unblemished eye. "You love white cock, you little race traitor. Say it."

American racial neuroses hadn't changed much over the past two centuries, even if hers had - but she could play along. "I love white cock! If I had to give up ever fucking Vivi again to get more of this thick, beautiful, amazing white cock, I would! Put me in my place as your little Latina puta."

She used the word 'puta' almost accidentally, but the moment it left her lips, it felt so perfect, even if Max couldn't appreciate it. She'd been with Vivi for so long, that even when she was cussin' a bitch out in Spanish, she didn't use puta for them. Puta was her puta, as far as her mouth was concerned - and that was what saying she'd be his little Latina puta implied, the images it conjured forth in her mind. Crawling after him naked. Wearing a collar every day, everywhere, to show she belonged to him. Submissively sucking his dick under his desk as he worked. Lying on bed with a vibe on her clit, whimpering and begging for him to finally leave his desk to come fuck her silly and creampie her cunt. Each thought, an inversion of her position with Vivi, made her pussy pulse around his cock, and she came to the imagery.

"¡Entra en mí! ¡Entra en mi coño y preñámela! ¡Hazme una madre, por favor!" Her thoughts were an incoherent, horny mess, but her mouth was working overtime to say them. Breed her, fuck her, knock her up. Every line that came out of her mouth was Spanish by this point, but the intensity and emotion clearly got through, because Max just shifted her body again, holding her up awkwardly, her back parallel with the ground, her legs dangling off to the side as he railed into her on the chair. Her eyes peeled back, and she completely lost all her senses as orgasm after orgasm pulsed through her body.

She didn't know how long she'd been getting fucked before he came inside her - but even the flood of glorious white little swimmers, running up her vagina to her ovaries, attacking the fallow ground up there in a desperate attempt to make her pregnant, to breed the Indian out of her, didn't result in him slowing down or stopping. He just kept going, railing away, her body bouncing with every thrust. He was an endless font of energy, and ready to keep fucking her seemingly forever. He had no intention of stopping.

Probably because she was begging him not to. Begging him to keep going. Just drowning in pleasure, bliss, submission... and happy to do so.

* * *

Olivia sat, panting, in the chair, her legs wobbly, Max's cum dripping down out of her cunt as she just gasped for air. Her head lolled back on the chair, the thick scent of his cum still lingering in her nostrils, her tongue not nearly long enough to lick it all off her face like she wanted to. Her pussy quietly twitched.

Vivi came out then, Jinx's gun still pointed at her back. Olivia gave her a look, trying to communicate her feelings in that moment: I love you. I forgive you for cheating on me. I understand why you did it. If Jinx kills us, I want you to know that I always loved you.

Vivi's little nod - and their decades-old relationship - told her that she understood.

"So, seems like he does have a magic cock," Jinx said, blowing another bubble of gum. Was it a new stick or the same one? "You sure weren't fakin', Liv," she said, turning to her. "You look a lot better with your face caked in cum, by the way."

"Vete a la mierda," Olivia spat, but there was no real heat behind the words.

"Out of consideration for you doing me this favor-" she'd been forced into it at gun point, "-and the fact that we're now pole sisters, I will let you off just this once. But you fuck around again, here on Zaun? Two strikes and you're out, Sombra." A fresh bunch of goosebumps ran across her skin, though these were ones of fear: how the fuck'd this bitch figure out she was Sombra? Jinx took something out of her back pocket and tossed it across the ground. "The key.  ¡Adios, amigas!" She left the room immediately, going the opposite way from the direction Max had left.

Vivi rotated her arms around in a way that would have been impossible for a human - but a Keter's shoulder joints could rotate three hundred and sixty degrees. It ended with her hands in front of her, now, and her shoulders looking twisted and wrinkly. She walked over to the key, squatting down and collecting it, then wiggling it around in front of the cuffs until her arms got free. Once they were, she snapped them back. "Why'd you wait so long to do that, puta?" Olivia asked, feeling exhausted.

"Steel Traps are rated for Keters," Vivi said. "I didn't want to provoke her, Mistress. Since she left us alive, I think that was the right choice."

"Yeah, probablemente." Olivia wiggled her arms. "Come here, babe. Get me out."

"Yes, Mistress," Vivi said hurriedly. "Do you want, ahm-" She was obviously horny as fuck, presumably from watching Olivia get her brains fucked out.

"I want you to lock the maldita door," Olivia said. Vivi rushed over to the door to lock it, while Olivia just quietly rubbed at her wrists. All the orgasms had made her fruitlessly strain against the cuffs, and there was a little ache and pain there.

"Mistress, if you need to go all out, feel free. Even the stuff you don't do because you love me," Vivi said. Olivia just frowned, squinting at Vivi through the eye that wasn't plastered in dried cum. "I know that you're a domme, so that must have been extra hard for you..."

"I'm fine, puta," she said. "I'mma take a shower. No, a bath. And you're carrying me to the tub."

"Yes, Mistress!" Vivi said, hurriedly sweeping forward to gently carry Olivia, bridal style, to the bathroom. She leaned into Vivi, enjoying the warmth of her beloved slave against her. When they got to the bathroom, Vivi patiently, and without complaint, stripped Olivia bare, laid her down in the tub, started the water, asked her what temperature she wanted, on and on... it was nice to be doted on, but she couldn't help but feel pitied.

Then it crossed her mind that Vivi thought she'd just been raped. "Puta, I wasn't raped," she said, making Vivi jerk in surprise and freeze, one hand still on the faucet. "I could've told him to get the fuck out insteada stick his cock in my mouth, once we got to that point, remember?" She wiggled in the tub as the water level slowly rose, his cum dribbling out of her as water slicked up her cunt. Ugh. "You're eating pussy in the tub," she added.

"Yes, Mistress!" Vivi declared, though the expression on her face made it clear that she didn't fully believe Olivia.

Whatever.

It was the truth.

She'd genuinely wanted to suck and fuck that cock, and nobody had forced her into it.

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Max Stat and the Harem Blight, Chapter 6: Sombra
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Naomi laid in Max's bed, staring quietly up at the ceiling. Each rise and fall of her chest felt like it was sending a soft shudder through her whole body. She felt wet and hot, coated in sweat and burned up from the long fucking. Her whole body felt pleasantly exhausted.

More important than the sex itself, though, was her mind. Her thoughts for the moment were freed up, able to focus completely on the question of Lieri without any inhibition from old memories of sharing Donny Boghan's cock, of fighting her best friend for more of it, of gladly and pathetically humiliating herself for that bastard at Lieri's encouragement. They were just idle thoughts that could be battered aside, not fantasies driving her to distraction.

Lieri. She had been on Mars, working alongside Lieri. Nominally, they were trying to root out synarchist cells. It made sense. The Final State had once occupied the Belt, Mars, and the aerostats of Venus, acting with complete impunity while humanity's military forces were confined to Earth. Their sympathizers still existed; military force could not disprove an ideology, and the Teaching Signal wasn't true mind control, merely a coercive sort of open-mindedness. If she had been their intelligence services, she would have been working overtime to cultivate sympathizers in Sol (and elsewhere), since a conventional conquest was obviously off the table.

In reality, of course, the pair of them were nothing but Donny Boghan's slaves, aiding him in his plots. His goal wasn't the protection of Sol, Earth, the United Nations, or America. It was his own self-aggrandizement, his own misogynistic power fantasies, where he would dominate some polity, somewhere large enough, powerful enough, that the rest of the galaxy would have to put up with him getting his dick wet with an endless bevy of brainwashed, fat-titted slaves.

It was on Mars that she had broken free from his control. There had been no extended prelude: no quiet voice in the back of her head that finally drowned out the changes, no slow twisting of her mind as it popped back into its proper shape. It was a feeling of unease, that something was wrong. In her state at the time, hadn't even thought of it as related to him. The directionless paranoia had been directed outward. Something must have been wrong about the mission, some danger she couldn't identify.

She needed to take her master away from the situation, to keep him safe - it was that sort of thinking that had been at the forefront of her mind at that point. Lieri had snapped at her for her insubordination for questioning orders, and she'd been afraid when her master had pulled her away, claiming to want to speak to her alone.

Not fear of him as a cruel, sadistic rapist, of course. Fear that she had made him unhappy with her. That wasn't even the brainwashing, if she was being honest - if she actually cared about a guy, she'd always wind up turning into an anxious wreck whenever he expressed the slightest disapproval of her.

Donny had dragged her into some alley, and when he'd ordered her to stick her hands against the wall and push out her ass... well, she'd hesitated, but she had done it. Her only concern had been that somebody would find them, that they should do it in a more private spot, a safer spot...

It was the feeling of his cock rubbing against her lower lips that had been the thing to overcome his control. That momentary press of overwhelming anxiety - about the situation, about his feelings for her - against intense arousal and pleasure. She'd lashed out with a kick on raw instinct, slamming one foot into his sternum as hard as she could. He'd tumbled backwards, falling against the ground, but he had a gun and she didn't. A microsecond to calculate, and she'd chosen to run rather than to kill him.

He'd shot at her retreating back, but he'd missed.

She didn't know if she'd hit him hard enough to fuck up his aim, or if it had been on purpose...

You're my favorite, Naomi. I love you the most, you know?

He'd told her that often, but never when Lieri was around. A lie he told both of them? Or a truth he told only her? The Naomi under his brainwashing believed it. The real Naomi... wasn't even sure it was a lie.

It didn't matter. If he loved her (in whatever sick, twisted way that someone like him was capable of loving someone), that would just make it easier to kill him.

She was unable to make a proper report to NATO command, for one simple reason: while under his brainwashing, she had intentionally and knowingly produced reams of incriminating evidence at Donny's behest. She'd been happy to help him in whatever way he wished. He'd recorded her explaining in detail troop movements, spacecraft movements, giving recommendations on when and where to hit if you wanted to take out NATO craft. Some of them, she was sure, corresponded to real hits on NATO vessels, by 'pirates' affiliated with Donny Boghan himself.

She had made her way to their actual target: General Beatrice Kushan, a high-ranking Indian-Martian officer who Donny had hoped to turn into the same sort of twisted sex slave as he had done to Lieri and Naomi. She had found a place that she could monitor for Donny's arrival, and was ready to shoot him the moment she caught sight of him.

He never arrived.

On the contrary, as far as NATO and US high command were concerned, the three of them were MIA. All three had simply vanished on the same day, with reports of a gunshot around the last time and place they were seen making them believe that the synarchist cells had gotten to them.

Donny was a smart man. He had run rather than risk exposure and/or death at her hands.

Now, with all the galaxy to hide in...?

She would find him.

She would. She'd already made plenty of contacts. She'd personally killed a half-dozen of Donny's subordinates, and helped take out even more members of his little Neo Terra group. The line of breadcrumbs she was following to track her down had led her here, to Zaun. A 'married couple', fitting Donny and Lieri's description, had arrived on Piltover six months ago. There was no further record of them. She expected that they'd already left; most likely, they'd left through Zaun, changing identities again to try to shake her tail. She needed to find out exactly where they had gone next, so she could track them down. So she could kill Donny and rescue Lieri. Her oldest and best friend.

Lieri, shoving Naomi to one side to get at their master's cock, Naomi screaming back at her, the two shoving at one another, Donny's cock throbbing in the air in front of them as he enjoyed watching the two friends reduced to desperate fucktoys who would fight for his dick.

She didn't know if Donny knew that she was hunting her, but she did know that she would find him, and she would kill him, no matter what it took...

One hand went to her belly.

She was pregnant. It wasn't just any child, either. Max was a very attractive, very kind man. They barely knew each other, so she could hardly say she loved him... but he seemed like a good person. In some other life, she could imagine them meeting and dating and having some normal relationship. Even in this one, the fact that she could now masturbate to something other than Donny was a genuine blessing that she'd always be thankful for, no matter what else happened with Max.

Max had work to do, and she'd interrupted it, coming over, telling him about their pregnancy, begging him to fuck her. That was why, after he'd gotten done fucking her, he hadn't cuddled with her, but gone back to work, leaving her to take a nap on the bed. The mere thought of complaining about that brought a certain emotional volatility with it, a quiet anger at herself at fucking up, just like she'd felt after a half-dozen failed relationships.

Her toes could wiggle, and she wiggled them for a while, until she could gather up the mental energy to roll onto her side, and then out of the bed altogether. Her legs were a little wobbly from his thorough fucking, but she made her way wandered into his bathroom, turning on the shower and just collapsing against the wall, letting warm water cascade over her naked body, shuddering beneath its assault.

If she tried to think about where she'd be in ten years, her brain stuttered, just refusing, and she knew why: she probably wouldn't be alive in ten years. This chase across lightyears of space would probably end with her dead, or - even worse - turned back into Donny's overeager sex slave. She shuddered at that thought, closing her eyes and instead imagining Max. His big, gorgeous, masculine cock... the vision of it, throbbing just in front of her face... her memories offering forth its delicious scent, sweet and succulent, her mouth watering with the recollection...

She slid one hand down to her cunt.

Masturbation was her constant companion, ever since the Jasant, but at least now, she could masturbate to something other than Donny Boghan.

After a couple orgasms in the shower, she got dressed again. She wrote Max a note and left him in peace, the man still wearing a VR helmet and working hard, oblivious to her presence or absence.

She wondered if, after her mission was done, maybe there could be something between them beyond just sex and a shared child. Maybe something more... real.

She smacked herself in the head for that. She shouldn't be getting ahead of herself and start creating ridiculous romantic fantasies with a guy she barely knew.

* * *

Naomi was doing some pull-ups when her tablet gave the quiet beep of a text, so she didn't stop. She could answer it once the reps were done. It rang again just a couple reps later - and then a digitized female voice came out of it. "I know you're there, Naomi Evans."

That definitely wasn't what it was supposed to be doing. She dropped to the floor and approached the tablet. The screen wasn't black, nor was it displaying its normal locked expression. It was, instead, showing off a pink, digital skull icon. Sombra. A name she'd heard, both in her time as Donny's sex slave, and in her time chasing him - a collection of black hat hackers. The best of the best, supposedly, but they'd disappeared into the ether a few years back. Presumably, having gotten enough money to retire to the Caribbean and live lives of luxury.

It was probably someone using their name.

"I'm here," she said, looking down at the tablet. "If you're whose face you're wearing-"

A feminine laugh interrupted her. "Are people pretending to be me, back on Earth?"

"No, not as far as I know. You've been quiet for years."

"Exactly. Nobody's that stupid."

"You know what I'm looking for, then."

"I do. Man and woman. Married couple. Jacob and Vanessa Duke. Except they both match the description of one Donny Boghan and Lieri Bishop, two MIA officers of the United States and United Kingdom, respectively. Am I right?"

"Yes. What do you want?"

"What do you have to offer?"

"I have money-"

"Girlfriend. I have money. That's why I retired to a quiet little podunk asteroid."

"I assumed something had brought you here."

"Yes. A desire for a quiet life. I have enough money to live off dividends here, quite literally, forever. I've started up on that hobby of 'prepping,' you know? I figure a rimward asteroid will be safest if the world ends."

"Fine. You hold all the cards, you know everything-"

"I don't know everything," Sombra said. "I want to know one thing. Why did you do it?"

Naomi's jaw locked. "Do what?"

"You and Lieri were both working alongside Donny Boghan, before whatever happened on Mars. What happened on Mars? What made you work with him in the first place?"

"If I tell you, will you tell me where Donny went?"

Another laugh from Sombra. "Fair enough, girlfriend." A kiss mark appeared on the tablet, like a blown kiss through cyberspace. "I can get you that information. I'm just trying to decide what I'd like from you. Oh. You got a new boyfriend, didn't you?"

Naomi felt her cheeks burn at that question. "I do not have a boyfriend." Just the damned question made her stupid, immature, overly emotional brain start to wonder if maybe Max could be her boyfriend, one day. She wanted to hit herself in the head for being an overly-emotional idiot, but instead she just tightened her fists.

"Ah. I got confused, I guess. You called Maximillian Mars Stat, PhD, who lives at Forward Alcove, Room 94. When the Enforcers knocked on his door, he was fucking some slut and in his undies. I guess that slut was some other girl, though, and your eDNA got on the inside of his room by happenstance. My mistake."

There was a long silence. The skull remained placid on her tablet's screen, vivid neon pink against a black backdrop. Naomi, though, was an experienced professional. This was a classic interrogation technique, one she'd used herself, back in the day. You just remained silent and let the awkwardness eventually provoke the other person to speak.

The downside of her knowing it, and Sombra trying to use it, was that she just stared quietly at the tablet for a full minute before Sombra finally gave up. "Alright, not the type to kiss and tell, I get it."

"Just say what you want."

"Tell me what he's like."

"And you'll give me the intel if I do that?"

"No. Consider it one payment of three."

"What will the other two be?"

"Honestly, I'm undecided, girlfriend. I already know where the Duke couple went off to, so it won't be arduous. But once I tell you, you'll be gone, and even I can't call you from another star, so I'll have to get my payment first."

"I can come back."

"We both know that you might be dead or in prison by the time you finish your job, girlfriend," Sombra said. "Now, what's Dr. Stat like?"

"I don't know him that well."

"Bzzt! Wrong answer. If you have to, go march right back to his room and interview him. Otherwise, tell me what you know."

"He seems nice." The tablet now contained a finger, making a circular 'get on with it' motion. Naomi sighed. "Genuinely, he seems really nice. Like, if I was to describe him offhand, that's the word I'd use. Nice. Earnest. A good boy. A big puppy dog. Acts young for his age, I think, but it's been a while since I was in my thirties."

"And in the sack?"

Naomi flushed at that. "Fuck you."

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, girlfriend. You can kiss and tell. It's for a good cause. If he's such a good boy, he'd understand."

"He's..." Naomi sighed. "He's incredible. I've had a lot of partners, and by far, he's the best. It makes me feel... good. Better. Healthier. More myself, just to be beneath him." She didn't want to go into all the details of her life, but saying anything less than that would be dishonest. "Is that enough? Do you need to know how big his dick is, too?" There was silence for a long moment, which meant the answer was yes. "I didn't measure, but it was very long and large. Probably a full foot long. It's the nicest-looking dick I've ever seen."

"Great. Great. Question one complete," Sombra said. "My first wish of three granted. I'll call you later, girlfriend." Her tablet appeared to instantly return to sleep mode, the digital pink skull icon vanishing as well. She reached down for it, idly stroking her fingers across the surface, and there was no sign of any tampering.

She sighed, hard powering it off and popping out the battery. She didn't like being spied on.

* * *

Vivi was on her hands and knees, the quiet buzz of a vibe attached to her clit sending gentle waves of pleasure through her whole body. She was still cosplaying as Amarachi, though she was no longer wearing skinny jeans or panties, just a virgin killer sweater that was dipping low, leaving her breasts in that tasteful liminal zone where you could or couldn't see her nipples depending on angle.

Olivia wasn't looking at her, though, but instead staring at her computer screen. Her legs were kicked up on Vivi's back as she used her sex slave as a footrest. She'd been emotionally distant ever since Vivi had admitted to getting drunk and slutting it up without permission.

Oh, Olivia still loved her, of course! That was obvious. She still came up with new things to do, new ways to demean and use Vivi, but now there was a certain coldness to her more sadistic acts. It was hard to put a finger on it, but there was a quiet neediness to her actions ever since. When she'd crawl into bed to sleep, she treated Vivi like a big comfort pillow, not a cuddlebuddy. Vivi was confident they'd work through this, and that Olivia would forgive her (eventually).

"You talk to any of those folks since the one night stand, puta?" Olivia asked at last.

"No, Mistress! I would tell you if I so much as saw one of them out and about, I promise! I'm really sorry!"

"I know you are, puta, I know you are," Olivia said, with a long sigh, tilting her head back and staring up at the ceiling. "I'm thinking of moving."

"Ehh?" Vivi was surprised. "But you picked this station out on purpose, Mistress!" She actually felt herself tear up a bit - their endless retirement together, ruined by Vivi's infidelity? "You really don't have to move! I can stay here all day until-!"

"It actually ain't about you, puta," Olivia said. "The guy you fucked is an archaeologist. I checked out some of his work." Oh, God, Vivi really had screwed up, Olivia was now cyberstalking the people she cheated on her with... "Just got a PhD before fucking you, so I could read his boring-ass dissertation about the origins of 'Berserker' biochauvinism. Apparently a big part of it was just that their machine sub-lineage decided to abandon humanoid bodies, which helped dehumanize them. Well, technically, the dissertation was about using bodies to try to work out cultural shifts using new dating techniques and shit, but that was what he was actually using it for, so he made a pretty good case."

"I see..." Vivi did not really see, since she didn't know who the Berserkers even were, but she didn't want to keep Olivia talking about Max any longer. (Or thinking about him, for that matter!) "Mistress, how about a new rule, I can't leave the room until he leaves the station?"

"Come," Olivia casually ordered, and the limiters on her body suddenly released. Immediately, the built-up pressure of the long edging hit her all at once: her body spasmed wildly, and she just collapsed down onto the ground, moaning and writhing in pure bliss. "The Zaun site's apparently pretty damn big. Big enough that people might come from far and wide to do tourist shows. Imagine little kitschy shops full of... well, I dunno what these guys look like when they're not mummies, but alien stuffed toys for your kiddo. That means that this won't be our cozy little hidey hole, going forward," Olivia noted. At that point, she stood up, planting one foot on the small of Vivi's back, the other on her cheek, just stretching and popping her joints as she ground Vivi against the floor.

Vivi was just happy that the reason Olivia wanted to move wasn't her infidelity.

Also the orgasm was really, really nice, and so was being stepped on.

The doorbell chimed at that point, and Olivia popped off Vivi, a faint frown on her lips. She clicked on her keyboard a couple times, and her frown deepened. "Puta. One of those sluts you had an orgy with is at our door."

Vivi could only quiver in endless pleasure. "DUNT NO," she slurred out, twitching on the ground. I don't know! She wanted to scream, but her voicebox was a little preoccupied coming, the brain-speech connection momentarily turned error-prone by white noise thanks to the intensity of her orgasm.

"You'd better not," Olivia snapped, grabbing her pistol from her drawer, hiding it behind her back, and heading over to the door.

Vivi laid on the floor, listening as it squeaked open - just a sliver. "Howdy doodle, Ms. Martinez." Vivi recognized the voice. Jinx. It was a good thing it wasn't Max, that made it much, much less likely that Olivia would do something stupid. (Vivi was pretty sure that if Max hadn't been there that night, Olivia would have forgiven her by now. She couldn't blame Olivia for feeling particularly jealous about him, he was particularly attractive... and his cock was so nice... her orgasm intensified just remembering that beautiful, wonderful cock of his, though she would never ever tell Olivia as much.)

"Hello." Olivia's voice was ice cold. "You are...?"

"Friend of a friend," Jinx said, popping her lips loudly. "Just here to ask ya something. That Vivi you got - she's a real Vivi, right?"

"Yes. She's mine. You can't have her." There was real force to those words, which made Vivi so happy to hear. When Olivia got possessive it was sexy... though she definitely shouldn't do anything bad because of it!

"Don't want her. Just, thing is, she's got a comp sci background, right?"

"She hasn't been employed as anything other than a footwarmer for decades."

"Right, right." There was a long silence. Vivi's orgasm subsided enough that she could actually talk, but she chose not to. She could feel the tension between Jinx and Olivia, just from that silence, and she really didn't want Olivia to kill anyone on her account. (She did remove the vibe from her clit, though, just in case.) "You plannin' to shoot me with that gun you're hiding back there?"

"It's for self defense purposes."

"Mine too."

"Are you gay, bi, or straight?" Olivia asked.

"What the hickety heck kinda question's that?"

"Just answer it."

"None of your beeswax," Jinx replied. Another long pause, the sound of popped lips. Vivi gingerly stood up, creeping on bare feet towards the door. If something happened because of her, maybe she could get in between them, and stop them? "You let guys run train on your girl?"

"That definitely isn't your business, follador de perros," Olivia snapped back.

"Just wondering if you have three Enforcers who do gangbangs of your girlfriend on account of your dick's too tiny to do it yourself."

There was the roar of a gunshot, and Vivi simultaneously broke into a sprint and slowed down time to half speed with her Laishi. Her feet beat against the ground, and there was a heavy thumping noise - a human body against something solid. Vivi could feel her eyes watering for a moment before she hurriedly turned off her tear ducts, just in case.

She rounded the corner and saw the hole blown through the front door. Jinx was inside their room. Olivia was on her back, legs twisted awkwardly from being forced to the ground, and some bizarre, massive sidearm was plastered up against Olivia's face, her pistol in one hand, Jinx's foot pressed down against her wrist, keeping her from bringing it up and around. Olivia herself was still on the floor, not even breathing as the pistol pressed against her cheek. "You try anything, I'mma pull the trigger," Jinx said, not even looking up, and Vivi paused against the door frame, unable to do anything but stare at the scene.

"I-! I don't know what you're here about, but Olivia's just mad because we slept together, that's all! She knows I cheated on her, and then you showed up and provoked her, and I'm sorry, it's all my fault, but please don't shoot her!"

Olivia just remained still, Jinx's gun - which Vivi could now recognize had some kind of 'shark' design to its muzzle - still pressed against her cheek.

"Your sex slave doesn't know, huh?" Jinx asked. Olivia remained still. "Drop the gun." The gun pressed harder against her cheek, and Vivi watched as Olivia's fingers finally uncurled from her own gun, which Jinx promptly kicked away. "You want to know the funny thing, Liv? Pops thinks it's your girlfriend that did it."

"Olivia."

"Yeah, yeah, Liv. Here's what I think. You're a smart bitch. You think you're a smart bitch. But my brain? Mi cabeza? It's got a few billion extra neurons. So, if you so much as try to activate any defenses you got in here, not only will I smear your brains all over the floor, I'll make sure that Vivi knows exactly why I'm here."

Olivia swallowed, and Vivi could only wonder what Jinx was referring to.

"I got every reason to kill you, by the way. You know that, don'tcha? Every right, too. Me and Vivi are pole sisters, though, so I don't want to just ice you out of hand. So." With her free hand, she reached behind her back, tossing down a set of cuffs. They were Chennai Limited's Steel Traps, which were some of the top-quality cuffs if you wanted to keep criminals locked up. The locking mechanism was magnetic, so there wasn't anywhere to worm a pick into. Very uncomfortable for fun use, though, so Olivia didn't own a pair. "Put these on."

"I can't," Olivia said.

Jinx gingerly shifted her foot off of Olivia's wrist, and Olivia slowly moved for the cuffs, fingers creeping towards them even as her head stayed in place. She locked one cuff around her left wrist, and started to move to do the same to her right - at which point, Jinx rolled her over, making Olivia gasp at how sudden and forceful it was, getting body slammed into the ground. "Behind your back, natch," Jinx said.

Olivia just continued the work of locking herself in cuffs, and Jinx finally let out a long sigh of relief, standing up. "Yeeesh. Vivi, I bet this bitch don't even fuck like Max," Jinx said.

"I love her, don't say things like that," Vivi said. The gun pointed at her, and Vivi just raised her chin, ready to accept death with at least a little bit of honor.

Jinx just cracked a smile at that, sliding over to her and looping an arm around her neck. "You're alright in my book, Vivi. You fucked Max again since that night?"

"No. I really regret it because I cheated on-"

"Yap yap. No's enough, sweet cheeks," Jinx said, idly tugging on one of Vivi's cheeks, stretching it extra-far. Her gun was right there. Jinx's wrist was in easy reach. Vivi slowed down time. If she could just...

A sudden snap kick to her leg made her squeal in surprise as she fell in slow motion down to the ground, the gun slipping away from her reach faster than she could grab it. It came to bear on Vivi as she hit the ground, thumping noisily against it, and Olivia broke into a string of Spanish profanity, writhing on the ground as she tried to break free of the cuffs.

"She was about to go for my gun, Liv," Jinx said. "She must love you a whole lot. But she doesn't know what you did." She grabbed Olivia by the hair, tugging her up, then forcing her into a seated position on the ground, facing towards Vivi. "Ha... maybe I should just kill you both."

"Please," Olivia whispered. "Just me."

"Awww. So cute." Jinx tossed another pair of cuffs at Vivi. "Do like your girlfriend, sweet cheeks, and the three of us can have a nice, peaceful chat."

Vivi took the cuffs from the ground. She looked at Olivia, who hesitated - clearly knowing more about what was going on, and trying to calculate what was most likely to keep Vivi safe - and then nodded. Vivi dutifully clicked them shut behind her back.

She didn't bother testing them. She knew the Steel Trap design was rated to handle a Keter like hers.

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Max Stat and the Harem Blight, Chapter 5: Investigations
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Codex Entry: Emulated Minds & Vivian Charybdis Washington
When I woke up the next morning, it was to Reina pressing her gorgeous full breasts into my cock, softly sucking at the tip as she looked up at me with smoldering blue eyes, full of raw lust. She'd already slobbered all over her tits, giving them a light sheen of spit, and my cock pulsed inside her breasts at the extremely pleasant wakeup call. She stared into my eyes, just a hint of smugness in her gaze, as she worked my dick over with her tits and lips like that, slurping and swallowing around my cockhead as her big full breasts squished into my cock.

I groaned, my cock furiously pulsing in her mouth, and reached down for her head. I started off just petting her. I had not been drunk the previous night, so I knew that Reina had no complaints about doing anything I was interested in. "Yeah, suck my cock, you Japanese nympho. You have blonde hair and blue eyes because your grandma knew Japanese girls exist to get bleached by big fat white cocks, and she wanted to give her kids a head start, right?" Reina moaned softly around my cock in agreement, nodding enthusiastically in response to the statement.

When I pulled my hand away from her head, to start tweaking and tugging on her nipples, she spoke up. "I love your big fat white cock in my tight cunt, Maximillian-sama," she breathed out, her voice dripping with need. "Your godly white cock puts me in my place as a teen Japanese slut." (She was eighteen! Legal age!) "I want it inside my pussy again so ba~ad," she whined. From last night, I knew Reina was just dirty talking like that because she really, really liked getting fucked by my cock, but in a way, that made it even hotter. She was doing it to get my dick hard, so I'd fuck her some more.

"Look at these big fat tits," I told her, shifting my hands to take over gripping her tits, mashing them against my cock. She just quivered in response to the pressure, taking in a single sharp breath. "They're actually the biggest tits I've ever had around my cock," I told her, and she let out a hot pant in response. "Is this the biggest cock you've ever had in them?"

"Yesss, Maximillian-sama," she breathed out. "All my exes were tiny. Tiny Japanese micropeens. Not huge white, manly cocks like yours." She squirmed in place as I just mashed her tits around my cock, casually pumping my hips back and forth, my tip inadvertently smearing against her nose, smearing a dribble of pre against her nostrils - and prompting her to immediately come, moaning and jerking in place, her beautiful blue eyes peeling back.

I realized at that point that Becca wasn't around, but Reina clearly wasn't able to explain why at the moment, given her whorish moans. So I just shifted, grabbing her face in both hands and mashing it down into her tits, squishing them against my pelvis. She hurriedly reached up with her hands to keep her tits wrapped around my cock, desperately eager to please as I practically smothered her in her own tits, her tongue eagerly dancing around. I spoke on raw impulse as she quivered in pleasure. "I want these fat tits on call," I declared. "If I call or text, you have to come to my apartment over in Zaun and let me fuck these tits whenever I want, got it?"

She nodded as best she could, letting out a sloppy, slobbering noise that was probably meant to be an 'mhm', but with my dick and her arousal, it came out slurred.

"And! And, to be clear! You have to pay the fare, and! I don't have to fuck your needy Japanese pussy when I get done with them, got it?" I casually smacked her tits to emphasize the point, and she actually came again at that point, going cross-eyed, blue eyes staring up at me with such an intoxicating, obscene look, it was almost irresistible.

At that point, the door opened, and Becca appeared. She caught sight of Reina, gave a cute little smirk, and kicked the door closed behind her. "Breakfast in bed, Max," she said, holding up a bag - it was from Everything Donut. "I can take control of the titfuck while you eat," she added with a vivacious grin. "I didn't know what flavor you liked, so I just bought them all," she said, plopping it down on the nightstand, getting down behind Reina on the bed.

I was definitely enjoying this side of Becca! I honestly had no idea why she had switched from being angry that another girl was sucking my dick, to wrapping her fingers around Reina's tits and practically crushing them into my cock, but I liked it! (My best guess at the time was some combination of her trying to meet me in the middle, her being in love with me, and her being a pretty hardcore sub who was just now finding out how hardcore a sub she was.)

"Thanks, Becca," I said with a smile, reaching over for the donuts and looking through them. I picked out a glazed one to start with, munching down, not caring about making a mess since I hadn't taken a shower yet and it wasn't my bed. Reina just slurped noisily on my cockhead, her tongue dancing around, trying to make sure my attention was on her rather than Becca. "I want a hardcore titfuck. Pound those tits on my cock," I ordered Becca, who grinned even brighter at that. She had insane strength for her size, so she could easily heft Reina up and down by the tits, and the girl in question just quivered and moaned and came from the act.

The consequence of Becca titfucking Reina was that Reina's mouth was now free, so once her orgasm finished, she spoke up. "I'm your teen titfuck slut," she told me, and my cock twitched between her breasts at that. "I'm on call to get my tits fucked by you, and you don't have to do anything. I'm a paizuri onahole," she said, breathing the words out. "I don't mind if you eat while fucking my tits, that's how good your godly white cock in, Maximillian-sama," she told me.

I just enjoyed my donut, getting started on a frosted one as Reina moaned and came again. "Your blowjob machine and your teen titfuck slut," Becca said, a grin on her lips. "Ain't that just everything a guy could want? On call to service your cock whenever, however, you want," she said.

"Myeah," I agreed, swallowing the bits of donut in my mouth to speak more clearly. "You're both - you have to fuck me whenever, and however, I say," I declared. I was just saying whatever dumb thing came to mind, but both Becca and Reina nodded readily. "Suck my dick, give me a titfuck, anal, vaginal, whatever I want, whenever I want, however I want. And! And, if I say so, you have to wear costumes! Like, a maid or a spacesuit or whatever!"

"That's fine by me, Max," Becca said.

"I'm a Japanese slut for big white cock, Maximillian-sama," Reina said, playing it up and laying it on thick - and at that, I started to come, the first few spurts splattering Reina's tits and face. Becca grabbed Reina's head, pushing her down towards my cock, and the Japanese teen greedily gulped down my cum, gulping noisily around my cockhead, heavy, wet noises, little moans and pants of pleasure around my cockhead, her blue eyes half-lidded as she relished my flavor.

When I finished coming - which took a while - I pulled out of Reina's tits. I just got up behind her, and Becca even helped heft her ass up to give me a better angle. "Fuck her as hard as you want, stud." She gave Reina's ass a smack.

"Yes! Fuck me, please, Maximillian-sama! Breed me!" (I knew from last night that she actually had a BC implant, but dirty talk is uninhibited!) "Knock me up with lots and lots of half-white babies, make me drop out of high school to be a teen mom!" I stuffed my cock into Reina at that point, groaning in pleasure at the feeling of her slick sex, especially since she immediately started coming.

Becca leaned up to kiss me on the lips, hungry and horny, tongue dancing around as I fucked Reina absolutely silly. When Becca pulled back from the kiss to let me breathe, she went and grabbed the donuts, handfeeding me so that I could grope Reina's tits as I fucked her.

If Reina had any complaints about the occasional sprinkle or bit of icing or donut dripping down onto her back, she certainly didn't verbalize it. But, she didn't verbalize much other than moans of pleasure and delirious statements of worshipful praise in that position, anyway.

It was honestly a great way to wake up. I fucked Reina long and hard, creampieing her again, then getting a cleanup blowjob from Becca, halfway wondering how long she'd let me just keep her as oral-only (it seemed like the current answer was: forever! Which was insanely hot!). I would have been happy for the sex to go on forever, I did have to get back to work...

When I finally did express that to Reina and Becca, it was Reina who spoke up first. "We can meet up for a date whenever, Max," she said, a warm smile on her lips. "Or just sex. You're really good at it," she told me, rubbing her naked tits into my bicep, a big, horny smile on her lips, and I was super tempted to bend her over and fuck her again. (That's almost certainly why she did it!) "When I said it was the best, I meant it, Max. Thank you."

Becca pushed her tongue against her cheek awkwardly, then spoke up. "He said he needs to get back to work. He'll call you later," she said. "C'mon, Max, I'll pay for the tram," she said.

"I need a shower, first, Becca," I told her, and both girls came into the shower to help clean me off.

I didn't have the heart to stop them, but I did have the heart to keep from fucking them again, hard as it was.

* * *

I had sort of been worried that spending all this time having sex with Becca, Reina, Jinx, and whoever else would destroy my productivity, but honestly, every time I sat down, I was locked in and blitzing through. Everything felt so easy and intuitive, as I mapped out likely patterns-of-life, analyzed teeth and diet, consulted with genetic polymers. Even though a lot of the genes are decayed, I could confirm chromosomal sex determination, and even that the females had heterozygous chromosomes!

Archaeology is mostly about scraping evidence off of wafer thin scraps, which is a big part of what I love about it. Taking almost nothing and turning it into something substantial! It's just exciting, okay? I can't explain it.

I tried not to let myself get too excited, of course. It was always possible that I'd make mistakes in the process.

I was brainstorming thoughts on the hugely lopsided sex ratio. I'd now ruled out some weird sex determination system. Parasites like Wolbachia could sometimes cause extreme sex ratios, and I didn't have any male corpses, so I couldn't rule that out. It was possible the males killed each other, but I couldn't see any particular signs of violence... the signs I could find of the male(s) didn't suggest their bodies were wildly disproportionate in size to the females, like you'd expect from a species with violent competition for mates.

I was starting to wonder if maybe the sex ratio was atypical for the species? A cult, for example, where all the men had been kicked to the curb so the leader could enjoy the women on his own?

Blech. I absolutely got how amazing and fun it could be to have sex with multiple women at the same time, just from doing it for a few days - but I wasn't manipulating them at all! I really hoped it wasn't some weirdo cult leader thing... but, it would explain the good preservation, since they would be hiding from the rest of society, and the complete abandonment of the site, less a couple females, without any signs of violence. People who broke out of the brainwashing to try to live out their lives, or were cast out by the leader...

That thought made me a little sad. Imagine if the last artifact left of human civilization was... I dunno, Jonestown. (Ignore the fact that that's obviously impossible, since that happened like three hundred years ago.) Still, there were plenty of other potential explanations! It could have been some weird radfem-ish commune, where one girl brought over her husband, for example! With alien socialities, all sorts of unlikely-for-human social organizations can occur with greater frequency and less force or manipulation. I had to keep an open mind!

(Sorry if all this discussion is too long, I've actually deleted a bunch of specifics about allosomes and how the best archaeological finds were often hidden in their own day, and more, and... well, this'd be three times as long if I hadn't! I'm writing the papers, so you'll be able to read the preprints soon if you like that stuff, don't worry!)

So I set about making a list of potential explanations, and what signs you'd expect to see, or not to see. I was on Sex-Targeted Bioweapon when my phone started to ring.

It was Naomi Evans.

Her and Vivi were the two girls I hadn't spoken to, since we'd gone our separate ways. I'd started worrying that she had a boyfriend or a husband, given the complete lack of contact. She seemed like a good person, if really horny (which was sexy!) and a bit cold. I'd hate to have ruined her relationship!

I really, really hoped her boyfriend hadn't been one of the three Enforcers who had broken into my room and gotten killed by Becca...

I took a deep breath to try to steady my nerves from that awful thought, and picked up the phone. "Naomi?" I asked.

"Yes. Max. Hello." There was a pause on her end of the line. "I have something I need to talk about with you." Now it was my turn to swallow - had one of those guys really been her boyfriend? I mean, yes, he broke in, but still! I didn't want to have kinda-sorta disposed of the body of Naomi's love after Becca killed him! (Justifiably!) "Can we meet in person? I don't want to discuss it over the phone."

Oh, that wasn't really great... that was really not great! "Why not?" I tried.

"It's just... very personal, Max." A long pause. "It's the sort of thing that we should talk about face to face, not over the phone. I can wait to talk, if you're busy at the moment, but sooner is better than later."

I couldn't just lie to her - that'd make me look even more guilty! "I'm at my apartment on Zaun," I told her. "Room 94, Forward Alcove. I'm just doing some work, but I can pause," I explained.

"Got it. I'll be over soon. Should only be ten minutes or so."

I tried to get back to work... but I couldn't focus on it at all! I was thinking a mile a minute about Naomi, about what I remembered of her, from that morning after. She had big, gorgeous tits. (Slightly smaller than Reina, maybe 5cm smaller or so.) She was extremely muscular in a very sexy way. I got the vibe she was ex-military, but that was just a guess, because mostly she was horny as hell. She was clearly really subby in the bedroom, given that she'd said things like, Fuck my onahole mouth, or whining for me to fuck her, never wanting to be on top... and now I had a hard-on from thinking about that, which wasn't appropriate for a serious conversation like Naomi clearly wanted!

It took less than ten minutes - more like eight. She stood in front of the doorway, straight-backed, arms behind her back. She was wearing a white t-shirt with a cut-off stomach (showing off her great abs, and tits, at the same time), and some loose brown slacks. Her body language shifted subtly as our eyes met. "Max," she said, her voice cool. "May I come in?"

"Oh, sure," I agreed. She stepped inside, and I closed the door behind her. She looked around my apartment, taking it in quickly, then nodding to herself.

"Max. From our brief interactions, you seem like a decent man," she started off. I kept my expression neutral. "To be honest, I think I do like you, as a person. Again, with what little I know of you."

"You also seemed nice," I told her.

"Thank you," she said, though it sounded curt and insincere, like she just really wanted to get on to her point. "Before that night, I had not had sex or gotten drunk for two months. I'm pregnant."

"Oh," I said. The sudden downside to fucking lots of woman was now being thrown in my face, and to be honest, I didn't like it!

"I'm sorry. I am on the pill, but nothing works perfectly. I don't think either of us believe that there was some other man present that night, even if neither of us remember it. So that would mean the child is yours. I'm not demanding anything out of you. I can... probably support a child on my own."

I let out a long breath I didn't know I was holding in. "Okay. Thank you for telling me. I can be involved in the child's life, right?"

"Yes, absolutely," Naomi agreed. She paused for a moment, her gaze trailing down towards my collar bone, her slowly obtaining a certain pink note to them. "I... now that that's out of the way, can you..."

"Can I what?" I asked her, honestly having no real idea. "Whatever you want," I said, figuring that her request would relate to the whole 'father of her child' thing.

"I..." She hesitated, her whole body seeming to tremble. "Don't make me say it."

"Say what? Really, I'll do whatever, Naomi! I'm- I saved money from my cost of living payments during college! I have some savings, if you need money or something, and the grant for this project is already enough for a while, and it'll explode when they learn what I found!"

She looked simultaneously happy to hear that, and unbearably embarrassed. "I have plenty of savings, Max. I was an officer through the whole Penultimate War," she told me, fidgeting as I stared down at her, her eyes currently boring into my chest. "I want..." She sucked in a deep breath through her nose. "My last partner... he was the worst. Truly, the worst. Worse than whatever you're thinking." Her fingers tightened into fists. "I fucking hate him. I want to kill him. If I saw him, I would lunge at him and try to kill him," she explained. "That's not hyperbole. I would try to crush his windpipe and gouge his eyes out." Her breathing was getting more erratic, her expression turning sharp and hateful.

"Um. Okay," I said, and that was enough to snap her out of it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. I guessed she really, really hated that guy, and I bet he did suck! But I wasn't him, okay?

"Until that night, I couldn't get him out of my mind. When I'd masturbate, it would always be him, crawling into my head. Fucking me. No matter how much I hated him and wanted him out. But you, Max?" She looked up at me with a soft smile. It looked truly radiant, all the more because of her otherwise cold and hard demeanor. "When I fantasize now, I can fantasize about you, and Donny stays far, far away."

"Thank you," I said, not sure what else to say.

"You're really going to make me say it?" She grit her teeth, and I had no idea what I'd said that pissed her off. "Fine! I'm insanely horny all the time and your cock is the best I've ever had in my entire life, okay?! So, please, fuck me!"

I'd never had a woman just break down to beg for sex like that. Well, obviously, I had had women beg for my cock, those past few days, but Naomi begging for it was more like she really needed a ride to the doctor's office or something: actual, pure need, rather than horny dirty talk. It was really hot, and so was Naomi, so I grabbed her hips and hefted her up off the ground, pulling her against me. Her arms wrapped around my neck, and she mashed her lips into mine, her tongue going absolutely wild as I carried her into the bedroom. She hooked her arm around my neck, then slid her hand down to my cock, sliding it into my jeans and groping it.

For my part, once I had her on her back on the bed, I just about peeled her out of her pants, enjoying the way she wiggled to get out of them, revealing her slick sex to open air, clit throbbing with need. Her toned stomach was fully exposed with that high-cut shirt, but she reached for it and pulled it off, showing off her sports bra-clad huge tits - which were soon exposed as well, her nipples perky.

"Fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me fuck me," she said, her eyes manic with need, and I hurriedly got my dick out to meet that request, ramming myself inside her, and she instantly came, her muscular cunt writhing around my cock as her whole body undulated before me. Her eyes rolled around, as her head swayed from side to side, dark hair going this way and that. I held myself inside her, enjoying the feeling of her, and I grabbed the base of my shirt and pulled it off, figuring she'd like something to look at too - given the way her eyes settled on my bare chest in short order, heavy breaths escaping her lips, I was right.

I grabbed her by the thighs and that point, hefting them up to get a better angle, and I felt her body faintly quiver by way of response. Her inner walls milked at my cock, and I started to fuck her again, enjoying the way her tits bounced with every thrust. I didn't know if she was quite as much of a sub as Becca or Reina, so I decided to start relatively light. "You said you were an officer for the whole Penultimate War?" I asked her, and she nodded rapidly. "How old are you?"

"Forty, sev, ehn," she got out, and then came again, her hips bucking up into me, her legs locking around my hips to try to drag me ever deeper inside her.

I thought about asking her more personal questions besides that, but then decided asking them later was better. I should ask her questions about sex, since we were fucking! "You like getting fucked hard?" I asked her.

"Mhm!" She got out. "Can I, ahm," she slurred out, tongue dancing around in the air, and I leaned down at a guess, kissing her right on the lips. Her tongue eagerly slithered around the inside of my mouth, and she came all over again in response, tongue spasming wildly. It seemed exceptionally flexible and long, now that I was comparing it with a somewhat more sober mindset - and sensitive, too! Whenever I slapped it back, Naomi reacted like I'd rubbed her clit, her body faintly twitching beneath mine. My hands went to her tits, groping one in either hand, feeling up the large, full bags of flesh, and she just writhed in pure pleasure, hands coming up to clasp the back of my head, holding me in the kiss as she moaned out her pleasure into my mouth.

When I finally pulled back from the kiss, we were both panting for air, but my hips didn't stop pistoning for even a moment - and by the way Naomi moaned and wriggled beneath me, she didn't want that either. I reached for her mouth with one hand, sticking two fingers on her tongue, and her eyes instantly rolled up in response, her body twitching as she just came all over again, orgasming her brains out. "Your tongue seems really sensitive," I said, as I gently rubbed at it, and she just moaned in pleasure, nodding rapidly. "Really, really sensitive."

"Ferrashio do'," she slurred out, and my cock twitched at that, my fingers on her tongue moving with excitement as I started to ram her all the harder. Fellatio Doll. A form of sexual body modification which causes the tongue (and mouth in general) to act as an erogenous zone. It was the sort of thing you read about in smut, or maybe some risque documentaries or blogs, not something you spontaneously encountered in real life.

Given Reina ("teen titfuck slut"), Becca ("blowjob machine"), Vivi (self-explanatory), and now Naomi's confirmed insanely subby sides... I just assumed I was particularly attractive to submissive women! It made sense, since I was now tall and muscular and big-dicked, which sounded like the kind of thing ladies liked in a dom! Maybe there were some subtle signals I was giving off too? Either way, I played with the inside of Naomi's mouth, actually slowing down my pace inside her for a bit to just experiment with pinching her tongue and rubbing her palate with my fingertips.

She clearly didn't like that, though, judging by the way her legs started to try to jerk me inside her, and the angry, needy, "Fuhck meeeee," that she got out around my fingers, so I roared as I started to pound her again.

"I'll fuck you," I told her, grunting as I pumped away inside her. "I'll fuck you. Thank me for fucking you," I said, saying the first thing that popped to mind.

"Thansh you Mashter, thansh," she slurred out, seeming positively delirious, and the way she just dropped into calling me 'master', without even being asked, without even seeming to realize that she'd done so...

It was insanely hot. My cock furiously pulsed, and my pace increased inside her, ramming away, making her squeal and moan. She didn't stop thinking me, though, letting out slurred, messy noises of gratitude. "Thansh, thansh for fugging me, thansh for fugging this slu'y mommy," she got out. "I'm a MILF now, yehr MILF," she explained. She actually giggled at that point, and I pulled my fingers out of her mouth in response.

She responded to that by latching onto me with her arms, pulling herself up into my chest, and immediately setting to lick and suck at my nipple, tongue dacning around with frantic energy as I fucked her pussy hard. "Shlu'y mommy," she mumbled into my chest.

"That's right. I guess that makes me a DILF," I said, which made her giggle even more manically, slurping noisily on my nipple as I rutted inside her.

"Masher's a DILF," she slurred out, then came all over again, the intensely powerful orgasm made obvious by the way she just gripped and clung and tightened around me, practically compressing her body into mine, her tits getting squished against my bare chest as she came hard in that position.

I just kept fucking her like that, relishing having the cold, muscular woman turn into a giggly subby MILF beneath me.

* * *

Silco watched as the Enforcers entered Forward Alcove... but the main cameras inside were out. There weren't cameras for any of the individual halls, for privacy reasons, but he should have been able to see which hallway they went down, and when. According to a tech he'd consulted, it was just a technical error. The wrong spot was buffered with some junk data, which made the cameras effectively stop recording, until they automatically started a new file at midnight.

He wasn't sure he believed that.

Oh, he was sure the tech wasn't lying to him - the boy would be a fool to do so - but that didn't mean what he said was the truth. The coincidence was too much, even if the footage shorted out just a couple hours into the day, well before the Enforcers came along. If anything, that made it more likely that this was someone's plot. Of course, they'd failed to consider the possibility that an employee at Forward Alcove would recall which hall the Enforcers had gone down... a witness that Silco had ensured would not be passing that information on to the Enforcers. He wanted to handle this in house.

The likely cause was to cripple Zaun, which meant the most likely perpetrator was a recent immigrant; someone who actually lived here presumably wouldn't want to hurt Zaun so grievously. The camera failure suggested they had technical skills, so he brought up a list of all those within the past two years who had a computer background.

Only three. A Japanese man, Daisuke Nakamura; a Nigerian woman, Chidimma Ejike; and a Vivi. The Vivi attracted his attention, given that any EM could get an appropriate body and simply pretend to be a Vivi. An examination of the EM chip's files could easily prove or disprove that, but it was sufficiently intimate that it normally wasn't done. She'd come here with her girlfriend/mistress, who appeared to just be a lucky day trader, one Olivia Martinez.

Daisuke was a young college graduate, recently hired on for some systems maintenance work at the LAN cafe. Chidimma was a mother of five, and had supposedly retired except the occasional gig work. She'd come with her husband, who was here as a geologist, and was currently employed. Olivia and the Vivi showed no sign of doing any work whatsoever, just living off of savings... which was, naturally, more suspicious. People like that could certainly help Zaun's economy, but they were often the troublesome sort. Why would someone that well-off choose to come live here, after all?

Either way, no sense in being anything less than thorough. He'd have his people look into all three of them in person.

* * *

Caitlyn's arms were crossed as she looked at the guy. Just a weedy hotel employee, by all appearances, but he'd been manning the front desk when the Enforcers had come in and the cameras had gone out. On either side of her, she was flanked by two other Enforcers. Zaun contracted out its law enforcement to Piltover, so this was, in fact, her jurisdiction, no matter how some of the locals might have felt. "You really don't remember which hall they went down?" She asked, tapping her bicep with one hand.

"No, sorry, ma'am," he said, seeming genuinely terrified. "I don't even remember them coming in, to be honest."

"You don't remember three Enforcers coming in, twelve minutes into your shift?"

He shook his head. "I read on duty sometimes," he offered. "They didn't talk to me or anything."

She stepped forward towards him, leaning in, and he just gulped. "You read on duty... or someone told you to keep quiet?" She prompted.

"I read on duty!" He repeated the statement with desperate energy.

"The Enforcers can protect you, if someone's threatening you into silence..."

"No ma'am, nobody's threatening me," he said, one of the least convincing lies she'd ever heard in her time as an Enforcer. "I really didn't see anything!"

"Right. And you didn't see them leave, did you?" They'd reviewed the footage of all the exits, but sometimes there were other exits that weren't on documentation. Every wall was a potential door, if you were dedicated enough.

"I don't remember seeing them at all!"

She sighed, shaking her head. "Fine. How often do you vacuum here?" She asked.

"Every day," he told her. "Um, we rotate halls, so each hall gets vacuumed every three days. If people leave, or put up a request placard, we vacuum their rooms."

"I'll take a look through the public parts of the hotel," she told him, and he gulped at that, but didn't look inclined to argue with her.

She took out her eDNA scanner, bending down towards the floor and starting to take some samples. Dozens of profiles were identified, including a couple aliens, but none matched the missing trio. She tried scraping it along the line between halls - in the doors - because sometimes those would get skipped, but no luck.

When people walk through any physical space, little bits of them get left behind: environmental DNA. Skin particles, hair follicles, oils from your fingers, and the like. A scanner can suck them up and link them to known gene profiles. It wasn't hard evidence by any means - any lawyer worth his salt can come up with an excuse for why two micrograms of his client's genes were on the site - but it let pretty much any investigation start narrowing down a list of suspects.

A vacuum cleaner pretty much wrecked carpeting as a source, which was otherwise the best source of eDNA. Walls, though? People didn't tend to clean off walls except for when they got dirty, so eDNA could stick there pretty much forever. It didn't take a minute before she'd identified one hallway in particular as being the one they almost certainly went down, with two separate gene profiles matching the missing Enforcers. She went painstakingly down, running the scanner over every door, every wall, every frame, and especially every doorknob.

Once that was done, she plugged the data into the main system, letting it crank out the locations the trio were most likely to have entered. It was a probabilistic model, since there were so many things that could push the evidence one direction or another - even just a gust of wind could do it - but it was 0.96 isolated down to a cluster of six doors. The center of which was Room 94. It could also be 92, 93, 95, 96, or 97, of course, but 94 had a 0.30 base probability rating. (It wasn't a percent chance, since the actual probability would depend on other evidence; imagine if Room 94 had been filled with cement, the fact that the eDNA clustered there could obviously be ruled out as suggestive. Every detective had to learn this stuff, because it could ruin cases when they got to court.)

Room 94 also had another feature of "interest." The rooms were sound-dampened, but not proofed, and she could definitely hear through the frame of the door as a woman moaned and squealed. She checked the database. The registered occupant of this room was Maximillian Mars Stat, archaeology PhD, 33 years old, fresh arrival on station, having shown up just nine days back for some archaeological site. He'd visited Piltover yesterday evening, and there had been a note about 'height mismatch due to cosmetic work' from when he'd come in. He'd come over with Rebecca Evette Cazares, age 59, modest arrest record in the USA, died August 17, 2223, no criminal record on Zaun.

Well, he was her top suspect. She wasn't going to not question him, just because he was having sex.

She knocked on the door. No response, the woman's moans and squeals continuing. She glanced at the men with her, who just nodded, and she banged on the door. "Open up! Enforcers!" She shouted.

That got the woman to stop moaning. She casually shifted her grip on the eDNA scanner so that it was disguised behind her palm, and waited patiently for the door to open.

She did not expect the man who opened it to look like he did. The correction to his height, sure, he was taller now. But he didn't look like in the photos. You could recognize him, but it was breathtaking, the sheer difference - especially given that the only thing he was wearing was his underwear. "Um, hello?" He asked, looking nervous. It didn't fit with the sensual muscular build and godly visage of his face at all. He was a little sweaty, she thought, but only in the nicest way.

Even though he was... distracting, once the door opened, she had acted on automatic instinct, planting her hand inside his room, pressing the scanner against the wall. It would just look like she was trying to keep the door open, rather than gather evidence. "Hello. I'm Detective Caitlyn Kiramman. I was curious if you knew anything about three Enforcers who would have visited this hotel four days ago," she explained, keeping her voice steady as she gingerly shifted her hand back and forth on the wall, scraping the eDNA scanner along it.

"Uh. No. Enforcers are the local cops, right?" He eyed her forearm suspiciously.

"Yes. I could show you some photographs, if you'd be willing to take a moment, sir," she said.

"Um. I can't really remember seeing any men in particular - if these guys were male, actually, you're a girl so I guess one of them could be a girl? I've been pretty distracted by all the pretty ladies lately. Like yourself." He gave her a cheesy, awkward smile.

It was a jump to assume that the Enforcers were all men, but not that incriminating of one. Most police officers were men; there was just a different distribution of interests and skills between men and women. "They were all male. Take a look at the pictures, and tell me if you recognize them, and I can be on my way," she told him.

"Okay." She withdrew her hand, pulling out a tablet, which displayed rotating images of each officer's head. He looked at each one in turn, swiping along once a full revolution had taken place, then shook his head. "Sorry. I haven't seen any of them. Why?" He asked.

"It's part of an ongoing investigation, sir," she told him. It could be a homicide, or the trio could have decided to lay low here at Forward Alcove... so she decided to clarify. "If you do see any of them, tell them that they need to report in." She stared at him closely, watching his expression. Her AR contact felt like it was itching, ready to catch the tiniest microexpression. Microexpressions were useful data to help an investigation, but humans couldn't reliably identify them in other people - they were expressions that flickered across the face in the time between when an emotion is first experienced, and when it's consciously felt (and thus can be suppressed). "If they don't show up, they'll be considered legally dead, restored from backup, and their assets moved on."

No notable microexpression response. She'd compare that response to the others down this hall - she wasn't sure if it was normal or worthy of note, given the particular situation. "Oh. Well, if I see them, I'll tell them that! Can I go now? I, um, have a guest," he explained, blushing.

"Yes, that's all," Caitlyn said, and he closed the door. She let out a breath as the door closed.

Fuck, that guy was hot. She'd kept it professional, other than maybe the fumble at the start, but Jesus Christ that guy was hot. She felt a bit jittery, as she took a step back from the door, consulting the scanner's results. Only four unique genetic profiles were spat out: Maximillian himself, Naomi Evans, pseudoflesh belonging to Rebecca Cazares, and one unidentified human. Female, lots of genemods, far more than was safe. Some of them dating back just twenty years ago, which meant she was young - but beyond that, she couldn't say more. None of the Enforcers' eDNA inside. The computer lowered the probability of Room 94 to 0.02 with that bit of evidence.

Of course, that number only described variations due to chance. If he'd scrubbed the place clean...

"Right. Room 93 is next most likely," she said, turning around to face it, knocking on it. She heard the inhabitant start to shift inside.

"Who is it?" Came a voice from inside.

"Enforcers," she called out, shifting the scanner back into its place in her palm, ready to snap it out when the occupant opened the door. "We'd just like to speak with you for a moment, sir."

Good policework was legwork first, theorizing second, and she had a lot more legwork to do.

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Max Stat and the Harem Blight - Codex Entry: Emulated Minds & Vivian Charybdis Washington
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An emulated mind (EM for short) is a computer simulation of an individual's brain, as well as various important parts of the body, such as hormones and nerve endings, in order to recreate the person's self. An accurate EM can be produced based on a nondestructive brain scan, produced by micromachines taking "photos" of neuron structures in the brain.

The first successful whole brain emulation was performed in Bangalore in 2113, and replicated by labs in Shenzhen, Tokyo, San Francisco, Seoul, Paris, and Ibadan within the year. This led to an explosion in the development of the relevant technologies, as well as a rapid shift in the legal environment. China developed the New Life Assurance Campaign within the year, moving forward with performing brain scans of the population for backup and eventual use in case of death. Other countries soon followed, including the United States in 2115 with the MINDGUARD program.

One of the issues with very early whole brain emulation was the relatively slow speeds of emulation: the first ones ran at around 5-7% realtime speeds, even when running on top-of-the-line hardware. Developments in relevant physical and software architecture - heavily subsidized by state action - led to the earliest EM chips, designed specially for the purposes of emulating human minds. The first realtime EM chips were produced in Hsinchu in 2118, and continued developments led to increases in the variety of companies producing realtime or faster-than-realtime EM chips, with the Yellowstone supereruption in 2123 only slowing the pace of growth, not stopping it altogether.

In 2122, owing to rising concerns surrounding EMs (both EM abuse and potential domination of biological humans by EMs), all major economies and powers met at the United Nations to discuss a legal framework for the continued development of EMs and EM chips. The result was the Global Emulation Regulation Treaty (GERT), which established international limits on the number and sorts of EM chips that could be produced, as well as ensuring that EMs would be treated as full citizens of their respective countries. Each country is permitted to produce (or purchase from other countries, if they lack the capacity on their own) a number of EM chips equal to 1.05 times their expected death rate per annum. After the Yellowstone eruption in 2123, these limits were briefly voided, due to the decline in global food production and widespread famine; however, they were put back in place in 2127, as large scale controlled-environment agriculture came online and the deaths began to level out to a more regular pace. They were similarly voided for the duration of the First Contact War (March 22, 2200-July 7, 2215) and the Penultimate War (April 11, 2235-April 22, 2255).

EM chips continued to become better over the course of the first half of the 21st century, before beginning to level out in the 2140s, with a top-of-the-line EM chip managing 300x realtime in 2153. The current top-performing EM chip, the Japanese Kagami 4620Z, was developed in 2256 and manages 462x realtime speeds in performance tests, and is about the size of a computer tower. The company is currently working on the 4660Z, which they claim will manage 466x realtime speeds.

Emulated Minds and the Law
Legally speaking, an EM is considered a distinct individual from the person whose brainscan they are based on, as well as a human with full human rights against things such as involuntary experimentation, slavery, torture, murder, etc. They do inherit legal responsibility for any criminal or civil activity committed prior to the scan on which they are based.

In the vast majority of jurisdictions, EMs are not permitted to be privately "forked," i.e. to take a single EM instance and copy it to run on two separate EM chips simultaneously, as two distinct individuals, nor is an individual allowed to start running an EM based on them while still alive. The major exceptions are Japan, where this can be done with psychological examinations, acquiring a license (limited in quantity by the government), and paying appropriate fees, and Ambarisha, which is not a signatory to GERT and is under sanctions due to concerns about the severe degree of forking that is ongoing there (3,523 original EMs as of 2205 became over one billion, though forking has largely stalled out since 2212). Governments are allowed to fork EMs, and use their "excess" EM chips to do so. They often also auction out such rights to various corporations, which are used to copy high-value EM employees (with consent and appropriate compensation).

In cases where EMs are legally forked, both EMs divide all assets between them, involving the judicial system if necessary (e.g. handling large illiquid assets such as a home). EMs who are forked at the behest of the government or corporation are generally paid enormous sums so that neither fork sees their wealth significantly reduced.

Permanently turning off an EM is considered to be killing them under the law in all jurisdictions. This means that even in cases where an EM is found legally liable for self-copying, only the most draconian nations will actually turn them off. As EMs are still guilty of the crimes of their pre-fork/scan self, however, there can be extremely quick executions of forks of those individuals who have already been convicted of such crimes. In 2182, the United States turned off 13 copies of Jacob Juncker, an American radical socialist and revolutionary, after a single brisk trial for treason, for example.

Emulated Mind Platforms
An EM chip is generally installed into a "platform" - a physical, mobile, specially-designed piece of machinery, made to enable the consciousness on the EM chip to interact with the normal world. Most platforms are humanoid, and designed to resemble the individual's biological body. Dysphoria and difficulty adapting are frequent consequences of nonhumanoid bodies.

The most common platform for new EMs is the Keter Type-12. It is shaped to the individual's pre-mortem dimensions. A specially designed, printed set of pseudoflesh is then plastered over it. The pseudoflesh is genetically engineered to resemble the individual's pre-mortem body, and incorporates all soft features such as skin, breasts, penis, nose, ears, and hair. Without the pseudoflesh, the person simply looks like a largely-sexless robot. The pseudoflesh is fed by specialized systems in the Keter Type-12 which turn consumed food into usable nutrients for it (100kcal/day is enough), or is rubbed with nutrient paste if ordinary food is not forthcoming or forgotten. As it is alive, it can recover from minor damage and abrasions that an individual suffers in their ordinary day-to-day.

The Keter Type-12 has ball joints at the phalanges, wrists, elbows, thighs, knees, and ankles, granting improved flexibility. The EM chip itself is shielded inside the highly-durable chest. It is capable of lifting approximately twelve times what an ordinary human male of equivalent height could. It weighs between 15 and 30% more than the person's pre-mortem weight. It is powered by a SMES (superconductive magnetic energy storage) battery, which uses a superconductive solenoid to maintain a charge, and powered by being plugged into a wall. It can be recharged within a few minutes, and the charge lasts for forty days, though earlier recharges are recommended.

Payment for a Keter Type-12 and Laishi 1070X (a 1.07x realtime speed EM chip), or locally-preferred equivalents, is covered by virtually all national insurance plans in case of an individual's death. However, cosmetic alterations, upgrades, and other adjustments are paid out of an individual's own budget. In cases where an individual dies repeatedly, due to an excessive lack of care, they may be placed in 'cold storage' for a period, to reduce strain on the national budget and EM stores from such overuse; the length varies from a few months to years.

Vivian Charybdis Washington is an American best-selling author (of both nonfiction and erotic fiction), philanthropist in the field of EM rights, mother of fifteen, semi-retired adult film actress, former prostitute, and the original mind on which the "Vivi" EMs are based. She currently lives in Anaheim, California, with her husband, Todd King. According to polls done by Maxima, Alita, and World Culture, she is the most recognizable sex symbol in human history. She is regularly voted the most beautiful woman alive, as well.

Vivian was born in Honolulu, Hawaii, on November 30, 2100. Her parents were both enlisted in the Navy and stationed at Joint Base Pearl Harbor-Hickman. She was noted by her teachers to be a bright student, getting excellent grades, though she was also repeatedly censured due to being caught engaging in sexual activity on school grounds seven times between 2114 and 2118, leading to a police investigation into the possibility that she was being sexually abused in 2117, which lasted three months and concluded she was simply extremely sexually promiscuous.

On July 19, 2119, she acquired a copy of her own brainscan from an employee of the Department of Health and Human Services (later prosecuted for his involvement), by means of flirtation, seduction, and sexual activity. As the MINDGUARD program was only in its early stages, and had not even finished fully scanning the American population, security was woefully insufficient.

After spending the next month doing relevant research, starting on August 22, Vivian proceeded to email copies of her brainscan to 3,594 brothels in various countries around the world. Each was accompanied by a brief paragraph of text, explaining in evocative detail that she intensely fetishized being sexually used for men's pleasure, and thought that as EM technology advanced, her brainscan could be used to help service men. During her later prosecution, she would also claim to have been motivated by a desire to reduce illicit human trafficking, arguing that the copying of her brainscan would allow the supply of prostitutes to meet the demand without forcing women into nonconsensual sexual slavery, but this was not part of the email in question.

On November 27, 2119, shortly before her nineteenth birthday, the FBI, in coordination with the Honolulu Police Department, arrested Vivian for her involvement in the illicit EM trade. She was eventually convicted by jury in 2122, but due to relatively lax laws at the time (owing to the novelty of the technology), Vivian served only nine years of a fifteen year sentence.

When she emerged from prison in 2131, at the age of 30, there were an estimated 1,000 active EMs based on her original brainscan. As the years went on, and various illicit EM chips entered circulation from a variety of sources, more and more brothels began acquiring such EM chips, and Vivi quickly outpaced all other EMs involved in the sex trade in terms of the number of instances active. It is estimated that the number of Vivis reached 100,000 by 2150, and some estimates put the current number of Vivis at as high as twenty million. It's estimated that Vivis make up 29% of all EMs involved in the sex trade. Polls suggest that 24.6% of all men, and 1.2% of all women, globally, have had sex with a Vivi, generally in the context of prostitution.

Vivian returned to college after leaving prison, pursuing a degree in chemical engineering and meeting her future husband, Todd King. They were married in 2133, and she ultimately chose not to finish her degree, instead working as a prostitute for various classmates, former teachers, friends, and strangers, with Todd playing the role of her pimp and receiving all the money (at her insistence). She had her first child with Todd in 2135, becoming a "full-time mother," though she continued to have sex for money until 2139, when she moved into the porn industry. She has starred in 3,386 adult films, including 189 solo films, and 894 co-starred with her husband. She regularly engaged in live adult streaming on Tuesdays and Fridays from August 2151 to April 2200, resuming in July 2215 with the end of the First Contact War, and continuing to a "goodbye" stream on June 5, 2238, wherein a full one hundred fans ran a train on her. Her husband was a frequent participant in these streams, though she also had a twice-yearly lottery for a 'lucky fan' to be flown out to personally participate in these streams as an actor. Since her 2238 semi-retirement, she has appeared in three additional porn works, released in 2243, 2249, and 2255.

Vivian wrote a book, Mother of Whores: The Original Vivi, in 2139, capitalizing on the increasing popularity of her EM descendants. It was co-written with three separate Vivi instances, who provided some of their own life experiences to the text. As its popularity climbed, an uncensored version was republished in 2142, which included detailed descriptions of a variety of extreme sexual activities that the Vivi co-authors were involved in. Numerous additional books have since been published based on the experiences of various Vivis. Since 2147, all proceeds from Mother of Whores have gone to The Vivian Washington Foundation, a charitable foundation focused on helping exploited EMs. She has also written a number of erotic fiction works, most notably the best-selling Whorebound series (currently seventeen books) and the best-seller Cuckquean's Paradise.

Vivian's children have been largely kept out of public record, but her pregnancies can mostly be traced through her filmography. Her children were born in 2135, 2139, 2142, 2145, 2149, 2153, 2156, 2163, 2168, 2170, 2174, 2176, 2177, 2181, and 2188. Her husband retired from his job as a chemical engineer in 2142 with the birth of their third child, to assist in raising their children; he has not since returned to work, barring co-starring in some adult films with his wife, as the proceeds from Vivian's books and her filmography have provided the family a comfortable living.

Her husband was drafted on April 7, 2200, during the opening stages of the war; he was KIA in September 2200, during the invasion of Nunangut, and his backup (taken in August of that year) was restored in February 2201, to continue his service. Vivian herself was drafted in 2206, following her youngest child becoming a legal adult. She served as a celebrity speaker to help improve troop morale during the war. Her husband was finally demobilized in 2209, and the pair returned to living together, though without having any more children. According to interviews, during the nine years they spent mostly separated, she had sex with numerous different partners in order to meet her high libido. Her husband has stated he gave her permission to have sex with other men whenever she wanted before he left to serve. One of her children, Marcus Atticus King, died in service on Oct 7, 2202, and the data center containing his brainscan was destroyed by an orbital strike. Three of her other children (Marian, Adrian, and Donald) also died in service during the First Contact War, and two more (Hera and Hector) died as civilian casualties; other than Marcus, all were ultimately restored from their brainscans.

In 2221, she was the editor of the anthology biopic War Whores in coordination with several Vivi veterans, who wrote about their own experiences in various national militaries. Large numbers of Vivis were drafted into service, since EMs can serve in various combat and logistics roles that are more difficult for biological humans to perform. Given her high IQ and mathematics talents, they frequently served in various national service's space forces or engineering corps. After the war's end, a large portion of those demobilized did not return to the sex trade, which has served as a major cleavage in the Vivi population; many who are now out of the sex trade go by "Char" or "Charybdis" by way of distinction. The proceeds of War Whores have gone to the Vivian Washington Foundation since 2223; for the first two years after publishing, 80% of profits went to the Vivi authors, with the other 20% going to Vivi veterans as a small stipend.

Vivian and her husband did not personally participate in the Penultimate War. Two of her children, Adrian and Victor, died serving in the US Space Forces, but were restored from backup (Adrian) and brainscan (Victor).

Since her last livestream in 2238, she has largely retreated from the public eye, though she continues to write erotic fiction at a steady pace. According to an interview in 2249, shortly before the release of her second "post-retirement" film: "I still love sex. I still have lots of it, with my husband, other men, other women... I'm just tired of being the center of attention, especially with the war... it just seems crass. Especially with Victor and Adrian dying. I don't know when I'll get back in the business properly. Maybe I never will."

A 2191 economics paper, Why Vivi? asked the question of why her forks had done so well relative to virtually all alternatives. While forking in the sex trade was already studied (it proliferates due to the relatively low supply of willing female prostitutes, compared to demand), the question of Vivi in particular had only been lightly touched on by that point. The ultimate conclusion of the paper was that it was a confluence of several major factors, including:

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