Cyber Punked! Part 1

  There was an Atmos long-haul economy flight to somewhere sunny, it was not long until it departed. An escape from the smoggy neon dust-ball that the city had become. The airport didn't inspire confidence. Well it didn't fare much better than the rest of the metropolis, run down and under funded. But following the last security debacle, the security was probably now the only thing that looked like it was working just right. They might even be a little too enthusiastic with there safeguards. The passenger line before boarding was slow due to the extra precautions. The transition spot between airport and the boarding area had a lot of duplicate security checks encase one failed or was subverted.

  Standing diligently at her post was a security guard. An unassuming woman in a blue uniform, she wore 2 inch heel boots a grey jumpsuit with a tight jacket. She had a side arm, it was a stunner non-lethal, she had a much more expensive scanner with override software. As a security guard she had little in the way of visible body modifications. Mostly just an enhanced chip set to link in with airport security systems and various security computers data bases etc. She could bring the full weight of that against an opponent in one go. She was not intimidating or threatening physically, she was more like a spotter that could call down a metaphorical AI artillery strike if needed. She had access to all the airports systems and connections to all law enforcement systems. If she didn't like you, well she could make your day an absolute hell.

  Something in the line of passengers triggered a response in the guard, a memory from so long ago. She noticed that in the queue there was someone passingly familiar. They looked like they have had a lot of cyber-ware and work done to them since their last meeting. She still recognised them none the same. All that work it made them look rather stunning, with impossible dimensions and an intimidating physique at the same time. The airport security guard was on them, checking their file revealed no record of violence. Still there was cyber-ware enough to put quite a strain on the security system and make that passenger stand out for special treatment. It looked like there was more synthetic than original tissue in her body by this stage, as artistic as it was. Inside and out she was one very tough cookie.

  She was dressed like a wanna be rocker, silver mirror shades that completely covered her eyes, a blue light on the right hand side to show some sort of enhancement was switched on. She had metallic blue hair in a bob cut, with a shaved section on the right hand side to display her input jacks for her various cybernetics. She was standing tall in black and silver 3 inch high boots that went to mid-calf, with four big buckles and a bunch of other fasteners. The footwear was made really complex just to show off, some high end design studios latest product.

  Over her shapely figure she wore a black jacket with silver buckles. The right sleeve was longer than the left, it was heavily padded. On the left hand side there was a shoulder plate, like something you might see in a gladiator movie. She wore ultra-glossy black pants that looked painted on. An almost see through blue top, you could make out a very heavy duty bra. She had an expensive black and grey patterned bag slung over her shoulder. A big sturdy silver case was following behind her like a loyal dog.

    “Madam your boarding pass please, for the international flight”. The tourist fretted around frustrated at the interruption. For a second, she was considering the merits of arguing, then pulled the little holographic chit out of her pocket presenting it. The security guard looked over it intently.

    “Two weeks holiday in the sun”? The woman nodded slowly, she was starting to look a little worried by the attention she was getting. There was something unsettling about the way that the security guard was staring at her body, as if she wanted to frisk her.

    “Madam please step out of line”. The vacationer looked fed up her hands on her hips. It looked like there would be a scene. But she sighed and stepped out of the line as instructed. Her head tilted as if she was questioning something, a familiarity of some sort a hint of recognition passed over her face.

    “Madam, yes I recognised you … it’s me Claire. You rejected me in school after I kissed you. Don't be silly this is purely professional not personal. I don't have it out for you in any way. Even after you said my teeth looked funny”. Somehow the tourist was not reassured by those platitudes, in fact she looked quite perturbed. A question hovered over her lips but the guard was faster.

    “Madam … Kayla … please present your identification. No, I still don't have the hots for you”. She groaned and pulled out an id card from her jacket holding it up reluctantly. It was snatched out of her grip and shoved into a nearby machine's reading slot. She looked accusingly at the airport security woman.

    “Yes of course you will get it back ... after we have run some checks”.

    “Madam do you have any drugs weapons black-market cybernetics or counterfeit goods on your person”? She gave the security guard a withering look and shook her head.

    “Please place your luggage into the scanner”. Kayla rolled the silver case over and picked it up with one hand. She looked really hesitant, a question forming on her lips as she had the case almost ready to put in the scanning slot which opened up to accept it.

    “Yes, I am positive that you will get it back. Once we have run a deep x ray scan”. The huge suitcase was deposited into the machine which greedily sucked it in.

    “Please place your hand luggage into the scanner”. She moved the smaller black and grey patterned bag into place and shoved it into the slot. Now a tray was held out in front of her.

    “Please empty the contents of your pockets into the scanner tray”. She spent a few minutes checking her pockets and shoving a random assortment of junk into the tray, which was then fed into the slot. Unsurprisingly her items were not returned to her just yet.

  The guard gave it a few minutes, waiting for approval from some higher power then she grinned wickedly.

    “Madam please accompany me to a private room”. The traveller took a step back, her face scowled and her right hand flexed as if ready to ball into a fist.

    “No, you don't have any other option. There are two stun turrets trained on you right now … if you want to resist”! Kayla looked up worried and alarmed at what might happen. The two turrets hanging from the roof were tracking her. They beeped loudly from the ceiling adjusting the range, her shoulders sagged in defeat. She slowly had her hands raised high so she didn't look threatening.

  The holidaymaker swallowed nervously pausing for a fraction of a second. Reluctantly she stepped into the private room to the side of the main terminal. She was getting very worried, the big high security door locked as soon as she was in the room. Kayla looked about her head turned round, the room was sound proofed but there was more. There was something that caught her attention. She focused on a cabinet on the side of the room in a prominent position. There were big black jackets hanging in a clear case, so you could see them. Their sleeves ended sealed with straps, she could see chains some sort of punishing restraint with a harness. She didn't like where this was going she hugged herself imagining being forced to wear it. The auto servos tightening the jacket every time she so much as twitched.

  The room had a large complex bench and another bank of security machinery in the wall. Just like the one outside that had swallowed all her other possessions. The security officer grinned cracking her knuckles.

    “Madam please place your shades in the scanning slot”. Kayla pulled off the silver mirror shades, the blue light blinked once and switched off. She looked far more vulnerable like this, as if she had a layer of armour stripped away. Kayla hesitantly folded them up and placed them in the slot. She looked cautiously at the security officer, the slot and the jacket up on the wall.

  A question formed on her lips, she looked at the officer, the guard reassured her.

    “Yes, you will get everything back at the end”. The holiday maker didn't look very reassured.

    “Madam please place your jacket in the scanning slot”. She released four heavy silver chrome buckles and pulled off the padded jacket. Running her hand over the black jacket she tugged the right sleeve. It was set longer than the left, then it adjusted to be the same length. The heavily padded left side had a shoulder plate, that deflated so that it looked much more like a regular item. The entire jacket seemed to deflate to look far more mundane, as it was posted into the processing slot.

  The tourist was pretty sure she knew where this would end, she glanced up at the jacket imaging it encasing her from neck to waist.

    “Madam please place your boots in the scanning slot”. She undid four buckles on each boot pressed a button to release the zip and the black and silver boots expanded so that she could step out of them. Out of the three inch heels she was still rather tall. Kayla sighed picked them up and placed them in the slot. As expected it was not enough for the guard.

     “Please place your top and pants in the scanning slot”. Slowly she pulled off the ultra-glossy black pants. They were resistant clinging to her skin, they looked painted on they were so tight it took a little work to remove them. The almost see through blue top that cradled her breasts didn't resist half as much. She was getting really worried standing there in just a few small bits of fabric.

  The guard eyed up the jacket in the case and then looked at her near naked suspect.

    “Please remove your bra panties and socks”. Kayla looked around the room nervous as if she wanted to bolt out the door.

    “Madam please comply, do I need to activate the stun turrets”? She looked pissed off pulling off her black heavy duty underwire bra, her breasts barely dipped. Then her socks and finally the pair of tiny thong panties followed. They all went into the slot so she stood there naked in just her skin and cyber-ware. She nervously eyed up the black jacket that was hanging in the case, that was obviously a restraint of some sort. She looked at the crotch strap with the punishment electrodes and the other accessories in the case. She would have been sweating, except she had turned that option off.

  The security guard pointed to the intimidating metal bench that took up part of the room.

    “Madam please bend over the table, place your feet and hands in the sections indicated, just keep stretching”. Reluctantly she put her ankles in the lower slots then reached forwards until she was stretched out as far as she can go. Only for clamps to shoot out of the table and lock around her wrists and ankles. They extended a little further pulling until she could feel her joints straining, causing her a great deal of distress. Kayla was almost completely immobilised bound like this.

    “What the hell … you don't need to do this”!

  The guard sauntered over as if she owned her now. She reached down and cupped her chin.

    “Now how do you like those restraint clamps? They could hold a full borg down, your never getting out of them until I have finished with you bitch”. It was humiliating to be bent over the table ass up as the security guard ran her hands over the passengers naked body.

    “What are you doing this can’t be legal … please stop”? Her roaming hands didn't exactly feel as if they were looking for contraband, they started to rub the suspect between her legs. She shifted about uncomfortably only for the bench to pull her bonds that little bit tighter.

    “Your cyber-ware is considered dangerous enough that it needs to be neutralized for the duration of your flight”. She immediately looked up trying to look behind her. Dreading the thought of being stuck in the intimidating restraint for the duration of her long haul flight.

  Her head tried to twist round to look at the restraint.

    “Your putting me in that thing aren't you”? There was resignation in her voice. The guard looked at the scanner and grinned an evil little grin.

    “No, I am not putting you in a straight jacket for the duration of this flight”. The tourist considered the prospect that something else even worse might await her.

    “What else are you going to do? There is no need to be hasty hear”.

  The guard moved around her taking her time savouring the control she had.

    “Looking at the scans, your right and left arms from your finger tips to your shoulder sockets are 100% artificial. We can't let you board the flight with them”. The tourist pulled on her bonds and they automatically tightened against her. Pulling her into a further stretched position with her legs a little wider.

    “So, what are you going to tie me up with”?

    “Even if we put you into some sort of industrial grade restraint, your technically too dangerous as is”. Kayla was starting to look nervous, the restrains holding her down automatically shifted adjusting her to stick her backside up further. With a display screen appearing in front of her face, extending out from the bench.

  The guard showed her a diagram of her cybernetics release procedure, she immediately started desperately struggling shaking her head.

    “Please … no”, she looked up at her captors eyes and she knew fear.

    “Yes, you can see the easiest way is just to detach your limbs”. She was begging intently for a different option.

    “Please tie me up, you can’t do this to me … don't do this to me”.

    “No, there is no other option”. The woman started to cry in her bonds, it was inhuman.

    “Now just let me lock this collar around your throat”. It popped up out of the table and latched closed around her throat paralyzingly tight, as if it was going to choke her.

    “I pop open the access panels. A few bolts hear disable the neural link, switch off the power feeds”. This caused her captive a great deal of distress, as she abruptly lost all sensation in her limbs.

    “No … I can’t feel my arms … stop please”. Her cries didn't stop the security guard from continuing with the procedure.

  The guard was doing it very slowly very deliberately to distress her.

    “Let’s see I undo the secondary connectors and disengage, there you go”. She looked absolutely shocked as her limbs simply disconnected. The artificial skin peeled away and her synthetic limbs were placed into a lock box container. The guard patted her on the back of her head.

    “No arms, no problems. They will be locked away in the planes hold with your other gear”.

    “This is inhumane … you can’t treat a paying customer like this”! The guard pulled out a pair of chrome plates that looked like security bolts.

    “Don't like that tough, now these lock pads lock onto the connection points for your cyber arms. They are high security very hard to remove. So that there is absolutely no way for you to reattach your limbs without our permission. Which might be a little hard to get for the foreseeable future”. She struggled as if her limbs were still attached, as both pads were locked in place. The synthetic skin slowly settled back in place leaving everything sealed over. With the lock pads, where her limbs had been there were now two silver pads as stumps.

  The tourist thought that might be it, but her problems were only just beginning.

    “Now obviously we have to sort you out, before we can let you travel”.

    “Let me just add this override shard to your cyber jack”. The poor tourist felt something invading all her systems. Suppressing the usual control that she held over her own body.

    “Your connection to the net has been locked off with a quadruple quantum encryption. I have over-ridden and dialled the rest of your implants down to the point your weak as a kitten. Barely able to support your own body weight”.

  She was begging unintelligibly as something was moved towards her eyes.

    “These contact lenses go in your eyes, they expand and become totally translucent so you can’t see anything. There medical, designed for long term to permanent wear. I then press your eyelids down and apply this sticker over the top, now your totally blindfolded”.

    “Please … you removed my arms. Why do you have to do anything else, I have rights!”

    “No, you don't get a choice in the matter”. The guard tried to shove something between her lips. Kayla resisted as best she could biting down, a small fleeting victory.

    “Now open wide, don't fight me. Ok fine … enjoy the jaw jack”. The mechanical device brutally forced her jaw open to receive the new gag. The guard shoved it in place with a satisfied smirk.

    “This ring locks onto your teeth and jaw forcing your mouth open. Making sure I don't have to listen to you any more”. The jaw jack let go as the ring gag extended tortuously slowly to its maximum size. Straining its poor recipients jaw well beyond what was even remotely comfortable.

    “I set it to expand to its maximum ... that must be really painful”. Kayla's cries were unintelligible she was weeping, it was too much for her. She felt as if her jaw would break under the strain. The sadistic looking guard was bending down her face inches from Kayla’s.

    “I am curious … your so fucking hot. Kissing you like this when you can’t resist”. There was a frightened whimper in response.

  The guard bent down a little further and planted her lips on the ring gag. Kayla tried to pull away but didn't have anywhere to go. The clamp around her throat tightened in response to her movement. Emboldened the guard forced herself on the suspect, shoving her tongue down her prisoners throat. She couldn't pull her head away as much as she tried, she had to endure the humiliation. It took her captor some time to satisfy her interest, probing deeply before she pulled back.

    “Oh yes, that is fucking hot, and that ass of yours is just spank-able. Let’s do a little testing shall we”.

The restraints reconfigured forcing the suspects ass up higher, her legs further apart. She loudly complained as the guards hands bounced off her buttocks. It was too much for her, the guard was completely in control. Kayla could feel pain and burning humiliation, but it would take a lot of force to actually hurt her enhanced body. Kayla had no say over what was being done to her body.

    “Oh, you are so spank-able ... your just a bit too loud”! The detainee looked really worried as she could hear the guard getting even more sinister supplies.

  A canister was aimed at her head and then pointed down her throat. She looked in the direction of the nozzle for a second, terrified of what it might be that she could hear. She tried to twist away in response but it was futile.

    “This is a spray to just disable your vocal cords and this one will turn off your gag reflex, it will sting a bit”. She looked sick as the first spray hit the back of her throat. There wasn't an accompanying wail, the spray seemed to work really fast. The second canister was sprayed and Kayla felt really odd.

    “Now this feeding probe will just slide down your throat, after the first eight inches its self-feeding. It’s very long so it will be a bit uncomfortable, well more than a bit uncomfortable”.

  The detainee considered that there was no way what was being described to her would fit down her throat, but she was wrong. The purple monster was held in front of her face then shoved in her mouth. It hit the back of her throat and down it went. Kayla could feel it move inside her, it was crawling down her throat. She couldn't stop it as it went deeper and deeper, until the entire length of the massive monster was all the way in place.

  It was bad, but she was sure that it would get worse!

    “It locks to the ring and then it expands, completely silencing you”. The expansion was a chocking agony that pushed her to the limit of her endurance. The guards fingers worked between her prisoners legs playing with her.

    “You don't like that? Pity you can’t object to it now you cunt”. Kayla was suddenly twisting about as if she was being shocked. The guard rubbed her clitoris gently.

    “I see you found its discipline function, if it detects you even trying to speak. Even thinking about complaining … well enjoy the electric shocks, and the feedback pulses. It must feel like your throats being fucked with a cattle prod when you try to resist”. The bound woman realised exactly how helpless she was as the punishment function was activated again. As she tried to protest a second time as the guards fingers worked their way deeper into her body.