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“This is wonderful.”
The man’s deep voice was breathy through his mask. His gloved fingers moved across her augment, admiring it. She stood bare chested, lips pursed as she glanced away in shame. There was muffled construction. The steel mill was always fucking cold. Fuck my nipples are hard. He’s gonna think I’m turned on.
“I’ve never accomplished anything like this before.” Shroud withdrew his hand. Visi looked up at him, relieved that the violation was over. It was weird, the interaction was devoid of intimacy despite the contact. “I wonder what the general public would do to get their hands on this technology.”
When she was told the deal, she had no idea it would involve getting molested by an old man. “Yeah, get a good eyeful, you masked pervert.” She bit, glaring at him before shoving her shirt back on.
“So mouthy,” his voice went low. Suddenly her head was wrested back as his fingers tangled in her hair to yank her back. She gave a hiss but didn’t falter, glaring at him. His grip relaxed, and she stared into the terrifying holes of his eyes.
“What the fuck do you want for this again?”
“There’s a plan. I’ll tell you when it’s time. Now…” He placed his arms behind his back as he circled around her, his hand ghosted on her shoulder with a caress. That deep voice whispered in her ear.
“You should really be more polite to me, Invisibitch. No gratitude whatsoever.”
“Stop touching me and maybe I will.”
“Say it.”
Visi huffed, rolling her eyes. “Thank you, o wise master. Who’s apparently so ugly he has to wear a stupid-looking mask all the time.”
“I like it when you call me that.”
There’s just no winning. As always. God I’m such a fucking loser. Her thoughts taunt her.
“Which part, the ugly part?”
“Even that vocal abuse is endearing.”
This guy is full of shit. She’s not sure what she expected from the Red Ring’s leader. He’s just trying to get into her head, he definitely doesn’t have any sexual attraction to her. It’s just a humiliation game. The back of her head hurts a lot, though.
“So what, do I just… hang out here now?”
“Don’t want people seeing you too much.” He looked up, thinking. “There’s a possibility I need you to be a double agent.”
“Possibility?”
“About twenty percent. I'm not counting on it, so you better not let me down.”
—
“Can’t believe bossman let this bitch in here.”
God his voice is fucking annoying. With her finger, Visi tapped the ash of her cigarette making it fall to the floor. “It’s because I’m better than all of you, duh.”
Her, and two of the other Red Ring members were lazing about in the computer room, checking the security cameras now and then for intruders. Last night, Visi committed her first crime since joining the Red Ring. It was awesome. She felt so powerful and free, like she could do anything. But when I remember who gave me it, I feel kinda sick.
Toxic and Armstrong were probably two of her least favorite people on earth. That list was long but they would definitely be up there.
“What the fuck does Shroud want to do with you anyway?” Armstrong said with dumb voice.
“To sexually assault me, I guess.”
Toxic’s cheeks puffed out as though he was stifling a laugh. “That did not happen.”
“He was like a centimeter away from touching my tits.”
“Why?” The tattooed man seemed genuinely curious.
“Because of the augment. It’s…” She pointed to her ribs. “Right there.”
“You gotta show us, Invisibitch.” Armstrong exclaimed curiously.
“What? No, I’m not lifting my shirt for you fuckers.”
“Come ooon,” Toxic egged her on. “We don’t care about your tits, we just want to see the cool augment!” The fakest encouragement of all time.
Visi exhaled, closing her eyes. She lifted the hem of her shirt to just below her chest, showing off the glowing augment.
“Sick.” Armstrong said.
“Yeah, you don’t need that gay little inhaler anymore.”
“Now you can show us your tits.” Armstrong grinned, obviously knowing she wasn’t going to do that—
The door slammed open.
“Fuck’s going on here.” The newcomer flatly said.
“Uh, hi boss.”
Visi’s eyes shot open and she dropped her shirt. Wide-eyed she met his gaze, or at least she thought he was looking at her.
The terrifying man scanned the room for a second.
“If you’re gonna go around being a whore and flashing people, at least be more predictable about it.”
“You didn’t even know that I’d flash someone? Guess your brain isn’t so brainy, wise guy.” She stepped up to him, not letting him get away with humiliation this time. He was unphased.
“Wildly unprofessional, beautiful.” Then his voice dropped. “All three of you, get the fuck out.”
—
I’m not gonna be able to pay the rent.
Visi sat on the stairs with a cigarette, watching as Red Ring members patrolled and talked amongst themselves on the floor. She’d been so focused on this Red Ring stuff that her personal life was sort of falling apart. A guy she was talking to thought that she wasn’t into him and dipped, since she never replied to his messages.
I need help. No, I don’t. Invisibitch doesn’t need help. Not anymore.
No more being indebted by people. Just once is enough.
Thoughts raced through her mind but she was still panicking. The last thing she needed right now was to be homeless. I really don’t want to have to live here. So uncomfortable.
She extinguished the cigarette on the step below her. Maybe I should just ask Shroud. Maybe I can seduce him, or something into giving me money for free.
Holy shit what a stupid fucking idea.
But she had a feeling it might work. Shroud clearly didn’t view Visi as expendable… yet. It would be in his best interest to keep her alive and well, not on the street or the steel mill.
The woman made her way towards his quarters. Hopefully he’s there.
—
Of course he’s here.
The quarters were pretty simple. Shroud clearly didn’t spend a lot of time in here, despite it being a room just for himself. There was a single fancy cough in the room and a desk, both vintage and looking severely out of place in the metal room.
“Invisibitch, I was expecting you.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Shroud turned his head, arms behind his back in a rather vulnerable pose. I could totally just gut him.
“Ah, please don’t try to kill me. It would be such a hassle to find someone else with the ability to turn invisible.”
“I’m pretty much always thinking about killing you.”
“How sweet that I’m on your mind.”
“One time I dreamt that you had a small dick.”
“It’s substantial.”
It is?
“What the fuck,” Visi murmured at her own thoughts.
“I don’t go around showing random people it, though.”
…
Visi thought for a second how she should go about this. Just a little money and I can make it. “Where do you live, Shroud?”
“Why would I answer that?”
“Because I’m probably being evicted soon.”
“I’m too busy to have one home, and too prolific to stay in one place long.” He explained. “You could say my home right now is here. I don’t get much sleep.”
“Is that why you’re always an asshole?”
“No, I was made that way.”
“By who, Mecha Man?”
Silence again.
“You’re here to beg for money, aren’t you?”
“As much as that would be helpful, the bottom line is that I don’t want to be on the streets. Again.”
“You already owe me.”
“I know, but… come on. I could get killed out there. There’s a lot of people who want me dead.”
Shroud was walking over to her but stopped in his tracks at her words.
“I hear you.”
Visi peered up at him through her eyelashes.
Suddenly he lurched forward, and Visi gave a yelp.
“From now on,” he spinned her around, pressing her small back against his broad chest. His hand snaked around her body, seizing her breast roughly. She growled in pain. “You get a comfy place to live, and you pay with your body.”
Cross prostitution off the list of crimes I haven’t committed.
“Get off of me you dick, we can talk about this—“ She gasped as his thumb brushed over her nipple through the black shirt. In her gut she felt a rush of pleasure, and she squeezed her thighs together.
“So weak to just a little bit of…” Realization seemed to dawn on Shroud as his grip on her relaxed a little bit. “You’re a virgin.”
Visi stopped flailing, instead looking down shamefully. 27 and a virgin. Yeah I know.
“Delightful. It’ll be like our wedding night.” He roughly shoved his hand down her jeans, and Visi twisted her spine to try and escape.
“Touch me for a second longer and I’ll—“ Two fingers ran gently between her slit, brushing against her most sensitive spot. “Nhh… hhah…”
“I always wanted a wife like you,” he whispered. “Wasn’t in the cards.”
Fuck. Is this my fate? Is this guy gonna force me to be his wife? Does he see us together in the future?
I hate this. I hate this. I hate this.
When her neck was grabbed, she finally went limp as he held her in place. His fingers spread her labia, getting better access as he shoved his hand deeper into her pants. Rhythmically, he made small circles on her clit. “S-Stop…” She gasped, eyes becoming half-lidded as she let pleasure take over.
This lasted for a bit. His teasing fingers were frustrating her. It felt like seconds. Inside. I need them inside. “Nngh…” She hissed through her teeth, frustrated. Suddenly she felt something pressing against her butt. He practically lifted her off the ground to rut against her.
“Now for the finisher.”
His palm pressed against her clit as his fingers finally circled around her entrance. Her pelvic muscles tensed as she felt another wave of arousal. “No, no… take your fffucking hand out of my—“
“So wet, I’m almost convinced you like me.” Shroud shoved two fingers up her, sinking in easily. Finally she broke, eyes filling with tears. Not from humiliation, but rather from relief of her craving. Without mercy, his fingers rocked against her G-spot. It was relentless, and soon her moans were echoing off the metal walls. In a complete loss of control, her orgasm ran through her like a freight train. She twitched, spasmed, and a wet liquid ran down her legs. Shit, no no no—
“Didn’t think you’d squirt everywhere.” He murmured. “Couldn’t predict that one.”
“H-How dare youuu…” Her eyes still half-lidded, rolled halfway to the back of her head, her body still twitched here and there.
Shroud suddenly dropped her and she fell to the ground, falling into her own juices. “Alright. Let’s get you someplace to sleep. Be a good girl and clean this up for me.”
The villain made his way to the door. He’s just leaving me?
But her legs were too weak to get up. This is disgusting. She rolled out of the puddle, planting her hands against the floor. When she lifted herself up, she almost fell again.
The wet on the floor reflected the ceiling. As she followed orders, she suddenly caught her own face in the reflection.
Gross. Gross. Gross. I’m gross.
She wiped the fluid away, feeling like she was trying to rid herself of her own face.