ɴᴇᴏɴ ᴍᴇᴍᴏʀɪᴇs ; ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴇᴍᴏɴs ʟɪᴇ | デーモン『ᴄʜᴇᴠᴀʟɪᴇʀ • ᴛʜᴇsᴏɴɢᴀɴᴅsᴛᴀʀs』

[Chevalier]

ᴀ ʀᴏʟᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ʙʏ
『 ᴄʜᴇᴠᴀʟɪᴇʀ + ᴛʜᴇsᴏɴɢᴀɴᴅsᴛᴀʀs 』

[ 警告 ]
ɴsғᴡ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ

[ キャラクター]

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴇɴᴄʏᴄʟᴏᴘᴇᴅɪᴀ

ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴs ᴡᴏʀᴋ ɪɴ ᴘʀᴏɢʀᴇss

​

Every story starts with a humble beginning. In the far corner of the city existed a quaint tavern, nestled comfortably within the unforgiving slums of the capital city. This place, like many others, reeked an amalgamation of urban sewage and cigarette smoke. Old-fashioned, neon lights buzzed over head, pink kanji and katakana emitting vibrant dashes of color to the dimly lit room. Although the place served a wide variety of renegades and other, more deplorable customers, it was always places like these where a person could find work, however dishonest that work may be. Sitting at the bar was a single woman, violet locks tied into a neat arrangement of pigtails. Attractive, almost distractingly so, with a set of vibrant eyes that matched the hue of her hair and a slender form, she seemed at first glance far from the sort that would normally appear in such a shady establishment.

But work was work... and word certainly got around quickly when she was desperate for it.

From the far corner of the room emerged a man. Underneath the sparse neon lights, his hair appeared similar in color to our protagonist's. Short, violet hair, with a noble face, it was quite obvious that the woman was not the only person that did not belong. The man wore a pair of circle rimmed sunglasses, which obscured his gaze and only added to his enigmatic aura. If one thing was for certain, a man that wore sunglasses indoors was not the sort of person to be trusted.

"Two of whatever she's drinking, please." The man motioned towards the bartender, before settling down in the seat just adjacent to the woman. "A friend of mine told me that you're a private eye." He explained, shooting a glance towards the woman beside him. He leaned into the counter top, his elbow reaching out to brace his weight against it, "and you're good, from what I've been told." Of course she was, otherwise, the two of them wouldn't be having this conversation. "More importantly, I need someone who can do a job without asking questions." With that, he removed a small device from his pocket, placing it down on the counter in front of the woman.

"A girl has gone missing. Her father is very worried about her." The mysterious man tapped the device on the desk. It was a small chip, no larger than a quarter. Microchips like these were rather common nowadays, replacing books and many other electronic devices from a bygone era. All a person needed to do was insert them into their wrist and their mind could have instant access to data. "All of the information you'll need is on this chip. Insert it into your wrist and you'll know everything that you need to know." He paused, pressing down his sunglasses so that the woman could see a stoic pair of eyes poking out just above the rims, "If it's not on there, then we either don't know, or you're not supposed to ask. Understood?" He pushed the shady spectacles back up, before moving onto the part that most likely interested her the most...

"You'll be paid if you bring her back. One hundred grand... flat." It was a sizable number, enough to pay off nearly all of her bills. Obviously this woman came from a family of wealth. "Make sure to take a look at the girl's picture. We need her alive, of course. If you find her dead, my boss says the deal is off. Got it?" It was after this point that the bartender brought out the pair's drinks, placing them onto the metal surface in front of them. "Good." The man raised the glass to his lips, whipping the shot easily into his mouth before placing the empty glass onto the table. "We'll be in touch." With that, the man stood up, disappearing around the nearby corner.

Upon placing the chip into her wrist, our protagonist would be first greeted with the most recent picture taken of the daughter in question, along with a long list of personal information and medical records. Her name was Rita, though her last name was censored. She was twenty-two, about 5'3" in height and 125 lbs. All of this was information that described a lot of women and didn't necessarily narrow her search in the slightest. Perhaps the most useful part about this information was that the chip had DNA tracing enabled, so just looking at the girl would be able to bring up a positive ID. Furthermore, the chip also gave her a partial police report about the ongoing investigation, along with information about her most recent whereabouts:

Information Report:
Rita [CENSORED]
Age: 22
Height: 5'3"
Weight: 125 lbs

Photograph (Taken January 1st, 2122 posted on social media)

====================

The sight of the kidnapping, March 1st, 2122 ( 11:39 PM )
Between E-5 South Street and E-7 West Boulevard, it is believed she was kidnapped in an alleyway between two stores at 11:39PM. Security camera footage from the neighboring stores catch two men following her. These men have not been identified.

Important Locales:

AFTERLIFE Nightclub, March 1st, 2122 ( 7:00 PM )
It is believed that Rita was attending a concert without her parent's permission at the AFTERLIFE nightclub, located on 24477 A-2 Avenue. This is about 10 miles from the location of the kidnapping, and it is not believed that Rita had access to vehicular transportation. It is possible she took an autocab from this location, but no transactions on her bank account may disprove this theory.

Suspect(s):
None

 

[song]

Eun-Jeong liked to think she had a moral code. She was Eun to her friends, but ever since she had her start in PI work she seemed to have fewer and fewer of them. Despite the inherent... griminess of her job, she still opted for tailored clothing. Maybe it reminded her of the structured life she used to have, maybe it gave back what little sense of control she had. Regardless of her polished appearance, she acted like she belonged in the slums with a critical look in her eye and a cigarette in her lips.

Perhaps it was sad the tavern became her workplace, but it was close to home and the drinks were cheap. It was the same spot in the bar everyday with her tablet out to work on cases. At first, the stares made her uneasy but they began to fade as soon as everyone realized she wasn't police. Eun even began to know the bartender's name. Holden, she remembered. From Catcher in the Rye. With his intimidating frame and eyepatch covering his right eye, he looked like a criminal Eun might put behind bars. However, even in this neon city, appearances could be deceiving. After a certain incident, it became an unspoken alliance, she minded her owned business and he minded his.

But something was off.

She stopped receiving stares a long time ago. Eun stared straight ahead, willing herself to not react. Appearances were deceiving, after all. Hell, he looked like he could be a hitman himself. She barely gave him more than a quick glance, before nodding to Holden. Two Gut Punches it was.

"My reputation must precede me then." Eun responded rather blandly. Most of the time she didn't remember her clients. After she got her bounty they normally left her alone. She eyed him suspiciously, picking up the chip to inspect in the light. Girls went missing all the time, all it took was one risky chip. Eun wanted to shiver as soon as their eyes met. There was something about them that were so cold... Even if she wanted to, she didn't have the option to ask questions.

A hundred grand... definitely her biggest gig so far. That was more than any police department could give her in two years. As much as she didn't trust him, it gave her a strange sense of relief that they wanted her alive. In her experience, dead girls were always paid the same amount.

The violet haired girl watched him leave, a hand on her drink. As soon as she knew he was gone, she chugged the entire class, wincing at the strength of the drink. Just how she liked it. "Fuck." Eun sighed, her head nearly resting on the counter. Without thinking, she nearly jammed the chip into her wrist. After receiving the information, a wave of uncertainty washed over her. There was simply nothing special about this girl other than her wealth. Immediate social media checks returned nothing alarming. Nearly everyone knew not to take hackable drugs. It seemed like a one and done black market kidnapping, all she needed to do was check out the club and ask some questions. This should be easy... right?

---

The AFTERLIFE Nightclub, 24477 A-2 Avenue

An assortment of bright fluorescent lights combined with smoke of all forms created a dreamlike haze. The streets around the Avenue were known to be active all the way until the morning. It was the unofficial Entertainment District to many of the rich and famous, but to others like Eun it was easy to see through the glamorous veneer. It wasn't the Entertainment District, it was Sin City. Flawless women weren't just celebrities, they were prostitutes. The thumping electronic music and expensive alcohol were more than just hedonistic, it was purgatory.

Then there was the AFTERLIFE. The club itself outclassed her by many leagues. Its architecture fused the grand displays of renaissance opera houses with the sleek details of neo-futurist movements. She wasn't sure if it was heaven or hell, and it seemed to be designed that way.

Away from the roaming partiers outside, she parked her roughed up holobike a street away from the luxury car spaces. She always hated doing cases around here, but she especially hated the reckless socialites that thought they were immune due to their status. At least saving a few of them per month was enough for her to get buy and afford mods to improve her performance.

Tapping her temple, she turned her radar on. Just as she suspected. Even if Rita went missing, there were still strong traces of her in the club. Eun walked through the extravagant doors into the AFTERLIFE. She was immediately barraged by even brighter, epilepsy-triggering lights. It must have been overwhelming, yet almost magical about witnessing a sight like this for the first time... did Rita fall in love with this place as many women did before her? Eager to try every drink and every chip a stranger in rave gear offered?

Up there, Park.

Eun-Jeong glanced up to see men in suits with scantily-clad women on the balcony level. They were walking in and out, not one of them dancing. The rest were sitting on chairs akin to thrones, watching everyone around them like hawks. It was about the only thing she could see, since whoever was running the club seemed to impair everyone's visions with smoke machines as much as possible. If it weren't for her vision augs...

"Hey!" A group of dancers bumped into Eun in a daze. Did they even know she was here?

Dammit, she needed another Gut Punch. All sights of Rita seemed to disappear, and yet she felt so close. Eun shivered again. Although she was considered a rookie, learning to realize you were being watched was something you learned quite quickly on the job. Without it, PIs were susceptible to all kinds of traps. And when you fall into a trap, there won't be any reinforcements to get you out. She didn't trust the place to not spike her drinks when she wasn't looking, nor could she trust the staff to help find her. She was doing this alone, and Eun never deluded herself otherwise.

I need a breather. Eun found a leather cushion by the restrooms to sit, attempting to numb herself from her surroundings. There they were. She could see men focusing on her in particular. Little did they know, she had a stun-gun strapped around one thigh while an assortment of knives were strapped onto another. Eun wore a skirt to disguise them and increase her mobility. Around her neck were glow sticks found on the seats to help her blend in. In her line of work, there was no such thing as being too cautious.

Leaning back, she tilted her head to give the group a beckoning look.

Jackpot.

 

[Chevalier]

Little did she know, Eun had entered the wolf's lair.​

Although she had done her best to stay inconspicuous, security had caught wind of her as soon as she attempted to enter the establishment. Before entering the building, she would have to pass a rather imposing bouncer, a beast of a man that stood nearly as wide as he did tall. Fortunately for Eun, the bouncer said nothing as she walked in, but almost as soon as she had disappeared through the front door, he lifted his fingers up just above his ear. "Korean girl. Violet pigtails. Keep an eye on her," were the only words that were exchanged... and just like that, Eun had a target painted vividly upon her back...

The various silhouettes that dotted the dingy nightclub watched their unknown intruder like hawks. Whether or not they were simply failing at hiding their gazes, or if they were seeking to make their attentions known would be difficult to tell. Although, at the very least, the shadier figures maintained a comfortable distance from Eun, with only the scantily clad service girls getting anywhere close to her.

"I don't think I've seen you around here before." An unfamiliar voice bled through the overwhelming sound of thumping electronic music. The voice was feminine, though surprisingly deep. Just a few words spoken and one could ascertain that this woman held some sort of authority here. From the smoky haze emerged a rather interesting looking woman, with a head of short, white hair and a narrow, almost devious smile. Like the dancers, she was rather scantily dressed, wearing what ultimately amounted to little more than a bra and shorts that proudly displayed her stubbornly gorgeous curves. But there was something different about her compared to the dancers, who seemed to wear collars and outfits that felt... more misogynistic in nature. No, this girl wasn't exposing her cleavage and midriff because anyone was forcing her to...

"A pretty girl, walking all alone into the lion's den..." The mischievous smirk widened as she spoke, her eyes beginning to glow an otherwordly, vibrant crimson through the darkness. One could only guess what augmentations that this woman had. Perhaps if Eun only knew, than maybe she would be just as scared as she probably should have been. "I think you need a drink, what do you say?" She motioned for the girl to follow her, before leading her towards the nearby bar. It was beginning to seem like bars were becoming Eun's natural habitat at this point.

By the time the pair had made it to the bar, two drinks had already been served and waiting for them. This wasn't an uncommon thing, after all, many restaurants and bars were able to prepare food and drinks for repeat customers without having to ask. However, not being able to see the drinks being made meant that Eun would have no idea what was inside them if she decided to take a sip. "Aurora." The woman spoke, before settling down into a nearby barstool, turning it so she could face the woman behind her. "and your name is?" She raised a glass to her lips, before taking a small sip from the cup.

Whether or not Eun would decide to introduce herself didn't matter. Aurora only gave a few moments pause before continuing, "Alright, let's cut straight to the chase. Why are you here?" She asked, glaring at the woman standing in front of her. Her patience was already beginning to run thin... and Eun would soon discover that Aurora didn't like asking for things twice.

 

[song]

Eun had truthfully expected the muscular bouncer to greet her but instead... the private investigator found herself pleasantly surprised with a deep, feminine voice. Her eyebrows raised in order to stop herself from glancing at the rest of her body. Their clothes seemed to contrast, with the woman proudly showing off her curves while Eun seemed adamant on wearing tights and long-sleeved shirts no matter the weather.

Was she drawn to danger or did it always come to her?

She held her breath, realizing she was tensing up at the sight of her eyes beginning to change in front of her. Eun considered herself to be heavily modded (especially considering her rather frugal lifestyle) but she had never seen anything like that before. As much as she enjoyed the occasional drink with a pretty woman, Eun was out of her depth here. She wished at this moment in time that she had at least one charismatic bone in her body...

No, that wasn't her. Eun wasn't the type to seduce and flirt her way through private investigating, even though she'd be the first to admit most of her jobs would be easier done if she was.

"Thanks." She dubiously eyed the glass without sipping it. Nothing special. And yet, the suspicious atmosphere of the club combined with the fact she could barely see the bartender beyond the smoke even with modded eyesight nagged at her. Something about the drink made her feel as if she wouldn't have been able to stop after the first taste. "Eun-Jeong. Call me Park."

"I'm looking for a childhood friend. Went missing at a concert." A small holographic screen appeared from a watch-like apparatus. Once Aurora had a long enough look at the girl, Eun sighed. "I'm here to keep my head low and do my job. I don't want any trouble. If you help me, I'll get out of your hair and I won't tell a soul." Eun raised her hands. The cops were known to be skeevy, but they cracked down on illegal mods the most. Clubs like the AFTERLIFE would have been shut down if it weren't for...

Fuck.

She was fucked, wasn't she? Eun walked right into a wolf's lair, and she'd soon be the victim of it's fangs. She had a bad feeling about many scenes she walked right into, but this was much more sinister. The mystery was finally solved; AFTERLIFE wasn't a heaven, it was the gateway to a whole new hell. Eun balled up her fists, bracing against the counter. If the metal surface wasn't stained with spilled drinks, Eun might have mistaked the wetness for sweat.

That drink better stop looking so enticing right about now. As much as she wanted to drown her sorrows, there would be more time for that as soon as she got Rita back.

"Trust me. I'm the last person that wants trouble, I'm here to pay my bills and her powerful father is very worried about her." Come on, cooperate...

 

[Chevalier]

​

The wolf's patience was quickly beginning to wear thin.

There was a dismissive glare in Aurora's eyes as Eun began to discuss why she was there, the remark about her search for a childhood friend immediately eliciting suspicion from the woman seated before her. "So... are you looking for a childhood friend, or are you doing a job?" Aurora's voice was noticeably less flirtatious than before, picking out a minor inconsistency in Eun's excuse. Upon seeing the holographic image presented to her, Aurora barely even glanced at the girl's picture, instead focusing her visage back upon the woman standing before her. "Can't say I remember seeing her. I see hundreds of girls every day." The woman placed her now empty glass back down onto the bar, "But... I'm curious, what's the fuzz doing on my turf?" Before Eun could say anything, Aurora raised her hand, casually snapping her middle finger against her thumb. The single snap was difficult to hear between the thumping music, yet it might as well have been as loud as a gunshot.

Suddenly, two men grabbed Eun from behind, each one managing to capture her slender wrists before she would be able to protect herself. Everything would happen so quickly, one of the men reaching for the holster to her stun gun while the other pushed her face down against the stained bar counter. "Fucking police. I thought I paid all of them off." Aurora cursed underneath her breath, stepping off of her seat and leaning in so that Eun could clearly see her face. "Who are you with... the Feds?" As she spoke, one of the men drew out the weapons she had concealed in her thigh holsters: several sharpened knives and of course, her trusty stun gun.

"Looks like some sort of tazer gun." One of the men passed it over to Aurora,

"Hm. An interesting little toy..." Aurora took the stun gun and placed the tip against the back of Eun's neck, allowing it to dig into her skin as she leaned in, "did you think that something like this would protect you?" She giggled, her finger roaming dangerously close to the trigger. Eun could perhaps guess what was coming next... and Aurora gave her a moment to plead. She would soon find that the sadistic woman quite enjoyed it when her victims begged. Without affording the girl any mercy, Aurora pulled the trigger, unleashing a sudden jolt of electricity into the back of Eun's neck. She watched as her prisoner flailed about, held down by her two strongmen as pain surged into the defenseless girl, knocking what little fight probably remained right out of her.

"Tie her hands behind her back and throw her in the back room. I'll visit her in a few minutes." Aurora leaned back over Eun, her lips edging dangerously close to the girl's ear, "I'm going to make you squeal for me~" She cooed, running her hand through the girl's violet head before turning towards her men, "Take her." With the woman's order, one of the men tossed a dark sack over Eun's head, obscuring her vision as they bound her hands behind her back using a pair of metal handcuffs. Once she was restrained, one of the men tossed her limp body over her shoulder before taking her deeper into the deranged nightclub...

__________________________
​

About an hour would pass as Eun was left in the darkness of a dimly lit room, the faint light from the ceiling barely penetrating through the fabric that was obscuring her vision. Perhaps if she had augmentations to allow her to see through such objects, she would be able to make out where she was, but of course, modifications like that were definitely illegal. By the time Eun would be able to hear footsteps approaching, the pain from having her own stun gun turned against her would eventually begin to subside. In the distance, one could still hear the faint sound of electronic music bleeding through the walls. At the very least, Aurora still knew where she was.

Finally, the door creaked open, signalling the very beginning of her nightmare.

"Wait outside." Aurora motioned towards her men, before stepping into the room. Once the door was closed, the woman hovered closer towards Eun. "Here's how this is going to work, Eun." She began, reaching out to remove the bag that obscured the girl's vision. She tossed the dark fabric to the side, before roughly pushing Eun down onto her knees. "I'm going to ask you questions... and you're going to answer them. If you lie to me, then you'll get hurt." Aurora chuckled. Of course, even if she told the truth, the sadistic woman would probably hurt her anyways.

"First question, who do you work for? The Feds?" She grabbed Eun by one of her pigtails, pulling back and forcing her to look up at her. "Be a good girl and don't make me ask you again."

 

[song]

Ah... fuck.

"Pretty much both, I wouldn't be taking this job if it wasn't." Eun replied, her voice becoming strained. The investigator froze in place, being too distracted by her heart pounding to react. "Get off me!" She protested, her arms struggling to escape their grip. Her entire body had been modded for a slight strength increase and it was enough to get her out of most binds... except this one.

Is everyone here fucking modded? "Argh!" Eun's face felt sticky with alcohol as the men tried to reach under her skirt. She kicked with all her might and yet even that seemed hopeless. Police? The same police that rewarded her with mods and federal-grade weaponry? The same ones that cracked down on illegal augs?

Sometimes Eun hated being right. Of course they were paid off, how could she have been so stupid? Eun screamed as loudly as she could, but through the music and the smoke no one would be able to see or hear her, even if they were a mere few feet away. "Get. The. Fuck. Away. From. Me." They seemed to hold off her modded kicks for long enough, feeling increasingly violated the more the men searched her thighs. If she felt violated now, Eun would have barely any idea for what to come.

Her legs felt lighter after being stripped of all her weapons. Now she had nothing to defend herself with. Eun would either have to be a great liar or keep calm until she found a way to escape. But in this moment, there was no time to think. She grit her teeth as the gun pressed right against her neck, squirming and breathing heavily as Aurora got closer to her. When given a moment for last words, there was nothing Eun could say other than to glare daggers.

Before she knew it, her vision went black.

---

Eun woke up to thumping. Was it still her head or the music? She couldn't see anything or move a single muscle. Eun had never had her own stun gun used against her, who knew it would hurt so much? Her brain felt frazzled as she tried to regain her senses. She was a private investigator, here to search for a rich man's daughter, ended up at a nightclub and now stood as a potential victim of kidnapping. It wasn't the first time she was bound up, at least non-sexually. In the past, her modded arms would be able to take advantage of the rope and brute force herself out. But not even her mods could beat high-quality metal.

Shit. She froze as soon as she heard the door creak. Wait outside. That meant guards at the door.

Her eyes blinked in confusion as she flinched at the sight of the dim light. She grunted, her knees feeling the roughness of concrete flooring. Aurora was staring right at her, making her escape nearly impossible. Eun knew her type, she wouldn't let up until her spirit broke. Of course, her experiences underestimated just the world she was getting herself into. She did everything in her power not to squeal or jump as Aurora grabbed her hair. "I work for whoever hires me, and I could tell the man who did wasn't with the feds." Her voice was stony now, evident of the fight left in her.

Stay calm or this will all be over.

 

[Chevalier]

​

Eun's short answer was woefully insufficient in pleasing her captor. Even if her words were true, her stoic delivery made her words seem more like a well-rehearsed lie than the desperate truth... and Aurora wanted to hear desperation. "Wrong answer." The words fell from Aurora's lips like dragonflame, giving Eun not even a moment to process the words before her captor drew out her hand into an open palm. A resounding smack echoed throughout the small, dimly lit room as Aurora struck Eun across the side of her face, her offhand still maintaining a tight grip on her hair to prevent her from falling over. "Don't," Aurora struck Eun again, "fuck," then again, "with," and again, "me!" she spoke slowly, interspersing each word with another open palm to the face. Each slap grew harder in intensity, until the sides of the defenseless girl's face were reddened by her hand.

Almost as soon as the slapping stopped, Aurora's hand dipped beneath Eun's stubbornly attractive portrait, seizing her slender neck between her captor's staggeringly strong hand. It wouldn't take long for Eun to figure out that the woman was practically bathing in illegal modifications, two fingers on each flank of her neck enough to completely cut off the oxygen passing through her throat.

"Fine. If this is how you want to play, then I guess we'll just have fun with you, won't we?" Aurora continued to choke her, releasing her fingers just enough so that Eun could fill her lungs with little vestiges of air, only to cut off her circulation once again. No matter how much she would struggle, she would find that pulling away from Aurora's grip nearly impossible, her attempts only rewarded with the tightening around her throat.

As Aurora's reign of torturous choking continued, her other hand released Eun's hair, dipping down past her petite form and navigating between her kneeling thighs. "What a stupid slut you are." The woman growled, her hand hiking up the bottom of Eun's skirt so her hand could reach beneath her legs. "Did you really think you could come in here and do whatever you wanted?" Cold fingers began to trail between Eun's legs, softly brushing up against lacy undergarments. "Oh... are you scared, little girl?" What started off as gentle teasing soon became more aggressive, fingers pressing into Eun's slit, forcefully pushing the fabric along with it.

"You should be," she let out a dark, nefarious giggle, eyes glaring into Eun's own like a predator reveling in the fear of their captured prey. She played between Eun's legs for several moments, at one point, pushing her fabrics to the side so that she could feel Eun with her own fingertips. Eventually, Aurora's fingers pulled away from her panties, delivering a hard, open palmed smack at her sensitive region before finally releasing her.

After releasing her ironclad grip from Eun's neck, she lifted her hand so that Eun could see the aftermath of her teasing. Webbed between her fingertips was a string of Eun's sweet arousal, a sticky, hot nectar that began to dribble from her hand. "You really are a fucking slut, aren't you?" Aurora grinned, before sticking her tongue out to lap at Eun's juices. "Mmmn~" She cooed seductively, before biting at her lower lip, "You don't taste bad. I guess you're good for something, hm?" Suddenly, Aurora knelt down, jamming her fingers inbetween the girl's lips, "Now clean them." She barked, as her other hand grabbed at Eun's top. With a single hand, she began to pull her captive's dark vest off of her body, the sound of tearing fabric and popping buttons doing nothing to stop her. As soon as he vest was open, she effortlessly tore into her buttoned shirt, until the Investigator's cleavage was fully exposed.

"If you're not going to talk, I'm sure we can find other uses for that mouth of yours." Aurora chuckled, removing her hand from Eun's mouth so that she could reply. In her shock, Aurora's hands reached backwards, pulling down at her shorts to reveal Eun's true torturer for the night. Eun would be faced with a phallic device extending out past the length of her face, an android modification that allowed women to experience all of the pleasures of men. It was frighteningly large, almost inhumanely so, perhaps ten inches in length, with a girth the size of the poor girl's wrist. "Tell me, have you ever been throat fucked before?" She placed the head of her erection up against Eun's lips.

"Open, or else."​

 

[song]

The first slap was nothing she hadn't dealt with. The second barely registered. The rest that followed seemed to knock most thought out of her, Eun's ears ringing from the impact. She'd been through worse, the investigator told herself.

Aurora seemed to put her all into hurting her, and she wasn't going to get that satisfaction of seeing her victim break. Even if it meant that Eun was going to receive a full understanding of what illegal mods were installed in her body. Aurora had barely had her hands gripped around her neck, and yet it felt like moments later she was seeing stars. Aurora was the type to see struggle, to see her suffer and hurt. No... Eun would save that energy for later. Though, it was hard to preserve much of anything when you could barely breathe.

By the end of her rough choking, Eun found her face flushed red from the lack of oxygen, her neck and parts of her cheeks purple from hand marks. She was seeing double the torture as her eyes rolled back. It didn't seem to matter what Aurora was saying while she was struggling to hold onto consciousness. Her thighs trembled at their captor's exploration, shivering at her cold touch. The more forceful she became with Eun's petite body, the investigator went from breathless sighs to conflicted gasps. "Ah..." No, she wanted to say. Eun wasn't scared of anything. She wanted to close her legs but any protests she made began to feel limp.

It was the jolt of pain between her legs that brought her back to reality. Her head was pounding now, with the sudden rush of blood returning to her all at once. Eun was panting heavily now, savouring her chance to breathe before it was going to be taken away from her. She finally registered her captor's hand slick with her own arousal. As soon as her eyes began to refocus, they maintained the constant glare at their captor. Eun wanted so desperately to wipe that smug smile off her face, until she realized something.

Wait... did she say we?

Before she could fight back, her cold fingers were jammed in her mouth, tasting her wetness. Eun could barely find the time to bite them before her cleavage was exposed. She coughed repeatedly as soon as her hand exited her mouth, trying to gather just what to say but it was the sudden removal of her clothing that made her realize she'd be stuck if she didn't do something.

And the sight of her artificial member didn't help in the slightest.

Her violet eyes widened at the sight. Man or woman, Eun didn't know they made them that huge. "Fuck you." Eun said without thinking, backing away as quickly as she could. "I'm not going anywhere near that... thing." Her voice was nearly bleeding with fear as much as it was coated with defiance. Eun's eyes desperately searched for an exit, but all she did was back herself into a wall. If she was going to try anything, she'd have to make sure Eun couldn't kick her away.

 

[Chevalier]

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"Fuck you."

"A poor choice of words, sweetheart." Aurora grimaced, watching as Eun hastily backed away from her. She casually followed Eun as she skidded across the ground, the poor girl eventually backing herself up against a wall when there was nowhere else for her to go. Once Eun had nowhere left to run, Aurora was left to contend with her legs, which were wildly kicking in a vain attempt to keep her away. Although she managed to buy herself a few seconds of respite, it wouldn't be long until Aurora would manage to step down onto one of Eun's thighs with her heel, the pointed heel of her boot pinning down one of her legs. "Fighting will only make this worse." She growled as she applied pressure to her heel. She continued to step on Eun's leg until the pain would force Eun to stop, pressing deeper until she would have no choice but to cry out in pain.

As soon as her lips were parted, Aurora made her move, thrusting the head of her throbbing member into her victim's mouth and forcing her small lips apart to accommodate its frightening girth. She pressed her waist inwards, the hardened length forcing its way deep into Eun's throat as half of the android cock managed to disappear into Eun's already struggling mouth. "Go ahead and bite as much as you want, you'll break your teeth before you hurt me." Aurora cackled, watching as Eun struggled with the length that was already pressing deep into the back of her throat. She grabbed at Eun's hair, pinning the back of her head against the wall as the monstrous cock slowly began to pull away from the back of her throat. Perhaps, in that moment, Eun might have thought that was the worst of it; the cock slowly retreating until only the tip was still inside of her mouth.

Such thoughts would prove to be naive, however, as soon as she pulled back, Aurora thrust her hips against Eun's face once again. The massive erection pressed forcefully into the back of her throat once more, this time deeper. "Fuck, that feels so good." Aurora moaned, "But I think you can do better than that." To Eun's horror, the piston had begun. Her assailant began to move her waist back and forth, each time thrusting deeper into the girl's defenseless throat. She spared Eun almost no time to breathe between thrusts, fucking the back of her throat as her poor victim could do nothing but try to endure the torture.

As Aurora continued to fuck the back of Eun's defenseless throat, a trail of saliva soon began dribbling from her lips, pooling upon her exposed cleavage. "You're making quite the mess, slut." She berated Eun as her cock continued to thrust back and forth into the girl's mouth. Eventually, Aurora pulled her length out from Eun's mouth, giving her the much needed rest that she needed. "Are you going to continue talking back to me?" She placed her still erect length against the front of Eun's face, gently slapping her messy portrait with her length as if to taunt her.

"Maybe if you change your tone, I'll make this easier on you."

 

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"Aaaarrrgh!" Eun cried out in pain, the sound she made more pained and high-pitched than she'd intended. Tears were flowing freely from her face now, wanting to hold onto her leg in pain but not being able to. Her legs were both trembling in both pain and fear, curling up as much as she could. Eun was still crying when Aurora forced her augmented cock into her mouth, her tears tasting salty as they mingled with what seemed to be precum. If she could speak, Eun would tell her how sick she was, how Aurora was evil for being aroused at the pain of others... but chances are she had probably heard it all.

But god... it hurt so much. Her heel must have dug far enough to break skin, making it hard to move already. She gagged as it hit the back of her throat. Even her mouth struggled to wrap around most of her girth. By the way her cock felt against her lips, it seemed like synthetic hybrid of metal and skin with just a dash of illegal augmentation. She had seen the model on catalogs before and knew that they must have been for more extreme customers. Her lips were puckered after the realization. If she wasn't careful, Eun could easily chip her teeth.

She grunted in time with her thrusts, trying to suppress any urge to vomit. Once she received the privilege to breathe again, Eun already devolved into a weak mess of sobbing and coughing. "Please... stop!" Eun cried before her noises were muffled again. Her hands were balled up into fists, desperate to hold onto something to help her endure the pain and yet she couldn't.

Please... someone help me.

Eun began to drool in response to her pistoning, trailing from her lips to her cleavage. Some even made a slight mess of the floor thanks to the scattered pattern of her coughing. Finding herself light-headed from crying, her tears were slapped away by her member. "N-No." Her voice became hoarse. The fight began to leave her as her eyes looked away from her. Her chest heaved to stop the tears even though the smug look on her captor's face seemed to be enjoying them little too much.

The investigator's violet hair was dishevelled now, her pigtails nearly coming apart while the rest of her body kept quivering in fear. She still felt the pain in her leg rather intensely, with Eun's mind already attempting to withdraw like a wounded animal.