Untitled Sci-Fi thing

So here is the introduction chapter to a science fiction project I have been working for a while. I cannot promise when the next part will be out, but it will come eventually. 

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Free will. What does that even mean? To have a free will? The term itself is defined as the power of acting without the constraint of necessity or fate; the ability to act at one's own discretion. Free will is not limited to your thoughts. It is the ability to exercise it. What if you took all that and locked it away? Not only locked away but locked in your very own body. Stored away to be forgotten. By everyone… except yourself.

*

Janina woke up. Or did she? Was she ever asleep? Her mind was spiraling to the point of dizziness. She tried to look around, to fix her eyes on something, but everything was blurry. Everything was wet. Very wet. She was submerged in water, it seemed. She tried to flail her arms around but felt powerless as she did. No matter how much Janina tried, her arms would not move.

Where was she? Why was she submerged in water?

Janina desperately tried to remember. Anything. Anything at all. But it was all a huge blank. She knew her own name. That was it. She didn’t know what she looked like. She didn’t have any memories. Nothing. It was all a huge blank.

Janina heard voices, and saw something white move around somewhere in front of her, but could neither see nor hear properly. A loud screeching noise sounded right in front of her ears. Something crashed into the ground. A loud clunk echoed throughout the room with an echo that made it sound like the noise came from far away. The noise went on for quite some time before stopping abruptly.

Then everything faded to black again. An endless dark sensation draped across her. She lost track of time. She had no idea how long she remained in darkness, and all her other senses seemed to be turned off, leaving her disoriented.

Janina was lost, even if she didn’t understand what that meant. She felt conscious, but was she really? It was hard to tell.

…

*

There was no way of telling how long Janina had been out of it. Her mind was in a daze, confused by the constant darkness. Time was but a distant concept. A parameter beyond the scope of her wiring.

Suddenly bright light pierced through, and Janina's vision was restored. She blinked several times, taking time to adjust to the return of her vision. The brightness was so strong, such a contrast, that it made Janina nauseous.

But her body would not let her throw up, despite her heaving and the suppressed violent convulsions. If only she could move. Her body was restrained by an unknown force. At least she was no longer submerged in water.

Janina took the opportunity to look around at the meager facilities surrounding her. The small room was dimly lit by a red light bulb hanging from the roof. It wasn’t even that bright. Yet it still hurt her eyes to look at.

Beneath her was a dirty, worn mattress. The walls were concrete. The roof was concrete. And the floor was concrete. The door was a big heavy metal door with giant beams locking it in place. And that was it.

Janina looked down.

If she could gasp, she would’ve. Instead, her eyes went wide at what she saw. Janina didn’t remember a whole lot, but the body she saw below was far from what she expected to see. Nothing like what she surely had before, right? Right? Janina was sure she had been something different than… this.

Though Janina swore she could feel her legs, those legs were made out of a shiny, slick metallic substance, dark and even menacing. It looked solid, but yet fluid enough to replicate what should’ve been skin. The metallic skin formed strong muscles which she could feel every fiber of, but still could not move an inch. Where her knees and ankle were supposed to be, metal joints were in place. Her arms were much the same. Strong, dark, and metallic. Metal joints holding them together.

Janina's stomach was firm, with a hint of tight abdominal muscles showing through her dark olive skin. At least it looked to be skin, though seeing the rest of her made her doubt even that.

Her body was in ruins!

Looking how she looked made her wonder about the parts she couldn't see, like her face and her back. Janina couldn't do anything but hope her face wasn't as abysmal as her body.

Janina wished she could cry, but all her actions and feelings were buried and locked away deep within her. It was like a lock had been put on her ability to show emotion.

The door started to clank and make loud noises as the beams started moving. It was getting unlocked. Janina braced herself to make a dash to escape, but as the door opened and a small balding man came shuffling in, she was unable to do anything.

Without saying a word, the balding man, looking like a weasel wearing a white lab coat, moved behind her. She felt a jab of something into her lower back, near her spine. Some clicks of the lab coat typing on a keyboard.

Janina then felt something change. Like a lid had been removed and replaced by something else. It was another nauseous feeling, actively feeling her mind being altered. Not altered. Changed? No, not that either.

It was like her mind was… added to.

"Janina, what is your name?" The coat squealed, reading from a clipboard.

"I am Janina," Janina said. It was completely involuntary when Janina spoke. She had no control over whether or not she spoke, or what she said. It was like a rehearsed sentence that just got blurted out. Her voice was flat and unenthusiastic. And forced.

"What is your utility?" the lab coat asked.

"I am a pleasure vessel, programmed to satisfy almost any need of almost any customer. For the right price of course," Janina answered, turning on a bit of a cheek at the end.

What!? What the hell had she just said? Janina was in complete disbelief. Satisfy almost any need? Customer? Right price? What did that even mean? Satisfy who? How? Why? And seemingly there was no way Janina could do anything.

“Pleasure vessel!” Janina repeated once more. She tried to speak out, to say something but all that came out was yet another pre-programmed line.

“I am at your command.” Seemingly, whenever she tried to say something, keywords would activate certain phrases instead. It was so frustrating not being able to say what she wanted to say.

The lab coat chuckled.

“Oooh, dear. You can try as you might, but it’s all locked—” the coat came up close, his nose almost touching hers “— in here!” the coat finished and lightly knocked with his knuckles on her forehead.

“Aren’t you a beauty, with your dark almond eyes,” the greasy lab rat muttered, licking his lips. “You’re gonna be a popular little thing, aren’t ya…”

The lab rat moved close, snaking his hand around to her backside, squeezing her ass clumsily.

Janina wanted to scream. She wanted to curse him out. But all she could do was glare at this disgusting rat of a man as he stepped away.

It was wild. This could surely not be her new existence? Being locked inside her head with only a set amount of parameters of phrases to communicate with? This was hell. It could not get worse.

The lab coat chuckled at her struggles, making Janina’s blood boil.

“Oh dear, oh dear,” he mumbled as he went out of the room, leaving her behind, not caring about anything that went on in her mind.

It was hard to determine what was worse. Being locked inside her mind with her own thoughts in the darkness, or in this grimy red light that never stopped shining down at her. Janina didn’t know how much, or how fast, all that she knew was that time passed as she stood in the middle of her small red room.

Eventually, Janina passed out still standing, but she didn’t know for how long. And whatever restless sleep she got didn’t really replenish any exhaustion. In fact, she felt even worse waking up to this red… fucking… room again. At least in her dreams, there was something. Something else.

But it was only about to get worse for Janina, she just didn’t know it yet.

*

Janina woke up. This time around she was more prepared for the new world she found herself existing in. The red light was still shining down on her. She managed to let out a heavy sigh out her nose, though without all of the emotions she felt.

“There you… go!” the lab rat said from behind her. How long had he been there?

He unplugged something from her and stepped out from behind her, inspecting her up and down. Janina certainly felt something was different. It was like beaming wave went through her entire body. Her limbs had been dormant for so long, but now… it was like… she could move them. Whatever the lab rat had done back there seemed to slowly give her her feelings back.

“Alright. I’ll get the fuck outta here then. Got some gabagool I gotta eat,” the lab coat said and hurried out.

It was weird. But she seemed to get this odd… gratitude. Like being stuck in her awkward stance for so long had molded and broken her enough. Despite any reason, she viewed it as an odd type of gift that she was able to move again. Even if it was nothing but some cramping in her arms and legs.

Feelings started to trickle through her body, like a numb sensation draining out of her, almost like fading anesthesia. Eventually, Janina was able to ball her hand up into a fist even! A huge feeling of accomplishment started to wash through her. Until her mind came back to where she was. Still in this concrete box of a room.

She then tried to remember how to walk. It was something she knew the theory off, but had never practiced. At least that’s how it felt. Janina had to mentally remember how to put her heel down in front of her, then lead her foot down until her toe aligned in front of her. The first step was difficult. Heel to toe. The second step was better. Heel to toe. The third step was downright easy. By the fourth she was truly getting the hang of it.

“Hah! Easy!” Janina thought triumphantly.

She turned and walked back to the other side of her small room. She did this a few times. Her walking was stiff, but it was still such a rushing sensation to move around.

Janina awkwardly made her way over to the door and lightly tugged on the beams. No movements. Only clicking noise as her metal fingers wrapped the edges of the beam. No use in trying anything here. It certainly was eerie that they deemed it necessary to have such beams to lock her in. We it due to them, her, or something else?

No doubt was she being watched anyway. There were cameras here. Janina didn’t see them, but she could feel them.

Instead, Janina found out she could inspect her new features. At least she thought they were new. As far as she remembered, she always had this body even as unfamiliar it felt. Janina dragged her metal fingers across her firm thighs and her arms. Even if her fingers were indeed of metal, neurons shot to her brain telling her what her finger graced. Her arms and legs seemed to be firm like carbon, but softer. Almost a mix of jet-black silicone, and carbon. Liquid metal, perhaps. Janina could tell she had strength in her muscles, even if it was stored away.

Janina carefully moved her hand from her smooth hips and past her torn pants, and over to her stomach. As far as she could tell, everything from the crotch to her abs was natural. She cupped her shapely tits. Those too were natural. Maybe she wasn’t all robot, just parts of her? Slowly Janina’s hands traveled back to her ass. It too was made in the same jet-black material as her thighs and arms. It was muscled, toned and well-shaped. Almost as if it was designed to perfection.

Her arms seemed to be incredibly flexible too, as when her hands traveled up her back, they didn’t stop until she was touching the nape of her neck. Without effort, she had bent her arms all the way up her own back! Without tearing her shoulder out of socket!

And as far as Janina could tell, her back was natural too.

Her hair was trimmed short, but she could tell by feeling around that she was all good in the face too, though she could tell her eyes were… somewhat enhanced. It was something that gave her extra focus when Janina moved her arms in front of her. No details were missed with this set of eyes. It was hard to test out, there wasn’t much to look at around the room.

Then she heard movement in the hallway outside. Through the concrete and metal, even. Damn. Her hearing was pretty good too! She heard them talk at the end of an echoey, damp corridor. Janina could even make out the words they were saying as they were walking toward her box.

“She needs a debriefing and then a small test run and we’re good to go, I think.”

It was the voice of the lab coat from earlier. Another guy replied.

“So this is okay? You’re absolutely sure?”

“Yeah! She signed a waiver. Though she might not remember… but she will satisfy your needs and so many others!”

“What’s her name?” the other guy asked. He seemed a bit uncertain. Just from his voice Janina could tell that this guy was nervous.

“Why don’t you ask her? Here we are.”

A small beep from a card swipe than a series of beeps when the lab-coat punched in a combination. Janina could not see the numbers punched, but she swore she could hear the lab coat hit the top right, bottom right, middle, and then top left. So if the numbers were numerical, the code should be 3, 9, 5, 1.

Was this a glitch? Should she be this functional? Did it matter? Janina had no time to ponder as the beams went away and the heavy steel door creaked open, revealing two men. The lab coat and a regular guy. Seemingly dragged off the street, more or less.

“Go ahead, ask her!” the lab coat urged.

“Wh— what is your name, darling?”

“I am Janina,” Janina said. Damn it. She was still under their control.

“I’m… I’m Dan, pleased to meet you.” Dan was dressed in a black tracksuit with a corporate name tag that read, indeed, ‘Dan’. He was decent looking. Not ugly, not handsome. Just a guy.

“Alright, you lovebirds. So Janina. Quick debriefing, before you guys have some fun. I know you’re confused and all that bullshit, but you signed a waiver agreeing to this. Something about insurance not coming or going. Whatever. Not my business, and I don’t care. So deal is, we dragged this no-life off the street so we could give you a little test run, and if it goes well, we’ll train you up and then find a nice brothel for you,” the lab coat explained.

“If it goes well?” Dan asked nervously. The lab coat laughed, slapping Dan’s shoulder, more or less shoving him into the small room

“Don’t worry about that.” Lab coat’s laughter slowly receded as he shut the door. “That’s why you also signed a waiver! That’s what waivers are for! Aaahahahahaha!”

The lab rat laughed out loud as he creaked the door shut.

Janina was alone with this Dan now, only visible in the shadows due to the tint in the red light from above. His face wasn’t too visible, but she knew he was looking at her. Dan was unsure what to do. But Janina knew. She had no idea where it came from, but she knew exactly what to do. Almost by instinct. Like it was something in her brain that told her what and how to do it, her whole purpose. And for some reason, Janina was happy to do it, even.

This was her purpose after all.

“Don’t worry, Dan. I am at your disposal,” Janina’s voice said. It wasn’t her, it was her voice. She never thought to utter those words, yet here they were.

Dan gulped. Janina moved closer to him, drawing in his scent. He seemed unwashed. Not dirty, just straight from work perhaps. Maybe it was his lunch break. A hint of sweat. Her heightened senses could tell her a lot about this man, if she learned to process the information. But for now, all she needed to know was that this was a test that she needed to pass, to whatever goal.

It only now dawned on Janina why there was a mattress there. It wasn’t to sleep on.

It was to fuck on.

Janina could merely think about the disgusting things that would take place on that mattress. The things that she would do. That would be done to her. Or perhaps what had taken place here before. It looked pretty worn.

Dan’s eyes flicked to the mattress and then back to Janina. A flip seemed to have switched within him. Immediately, he knew the purpose of his volunteering. Dan closed the small distance between them and shoved Janina back onto the mattress. He threw himself after her and in a matter of moments, his belt was undone and his less-than-average cock was shoved inside Janina.

Dan showed no kindness. The meek man that had walked in was now a completely different person. It’s weird how sex and power can change someone so quickly. Dan wasn’t large enough to cause any damage, though. Roughly and clumsily, Dan fucked into Janina at a frantic pace, thrusting jaggedly into her. In return, Janina squeezed his cock firmly, coaxing a quick release from him. Dan grunted and came inside her. And just like that, the test was over.

Janina took a small pride in how easy it had been. Maybe this was her talent? It was weird how her mentality had shifted. Sex and power indeed. Her power was sex. Though, as the copulation ended, dread returned to her. While it was fun while it lasted, Janina didn’t like the prospect of being in captivity like this. She’d love to practice it freely. But she was of course powerless to do anything about that.

Dan was roughly yanked to his feet and shoved out of the room by two big gorilla looking men. The lab coat replaced him, standing in front of her with a rag and a clipboard. The rag he tossed to her.

“Clean yourself. Disinfectants over yonder,” he said pointing at a box currently getting mounted on the wall by the door by one of the gorillas who had tossed Dan out.

“Anyway. Good job. You passed the test. Danny boy was too inept to know he got a shitty fuck out of you, but you got the job done within relatively alright parameters. Others might be more demanding, but that’s sort of a you-problem, so I don’t give a fuck. Just so you know,” the coat said.

“Thank you, I strive to do a good job,” Janina’s voice uttered.

“So more tests, then,” the coat said. The dread Janina felt before doubled.

More?

*

It was like Janina wasn’t able to digest the sex properly. It all happened, and she did feel some sense of enjoyment during the ‘testing’, but it was almost like an out-of-body experience. If there was such a thing for her, as she was no doubt trapped inside that body.

With each test, she realized a new skill, and with every partner, she honed her skills. And while it was sort of out of her control, it was still something in her control. Like this was something she was good at, and that the sex went at a pace where she decided the factors involved. Was the guy rough? If so she could finish him off fast. If it was a gentler test subject, she could give the guy a good time. If she wanted. She could also fall limp and let them have their way, let her mind wander. But that was no fun.

One guy, a cute-looking, brown-haired young man, was so scared of the scenario, Janina found herself holding him in her lap, stroking his hair while gently edging his cock. He found comfort in her arms, and almost seemed to fall asleep. But Janina’s attention to his cock kept him awake and soon enough he had finished. The boy seemed reluctant to leave, which made Janina swell with pride. Maybe she had done noble work with the boy, easing his mind. Treating him gently. Perhaps he would go out into the world and be gentle with his future partners. It was an accomplishment in itself.

Another was quite a contrast. He slapped her ass so hard she would’ve had bruises if she could. The pain censors dampened the blows. To get him out of there fast, Janina gripped his cock like a vice with her pussy and after only a few positions, the guy couldn’t keep up and erupted all over her firm tits.

It wasn’t easy to tell how long it went on for, or how many times she had been used for testing her capabilities within the world of pleasure. But Janina internally could tell time certainly was passing. Her experience growing. Even if one subject to another became a blur.

One day, or night, after a particularly short, fat man with a coarse face and a huge cock had ravaged her ass, the lab coat came in to talk with her. He always did his evaluation, but this time the coat didn’t even bring his clipboard with him. Instead, he was giving her the slowest of the slowest solo applauses as he walked into her small room.

“Janina! Oh, Janina,” the lab coat said with a grim sort of delight. Creepy. Greasy.

“It’s your graduation date, how delightful! I would bring cake, but I am watching my weight,” the lab coat laughed.

“You’ve completed your training to become a fine prostitute in one of the shit brothels or another in Chicago, you stupid fucking whore! All your charity will from this day forward be paid for! Congratulations, you’ve become a prime prostitute under the diligent testing of New Coal Enterprises! You’re welcome. It was a long ride. Years in the making.”

The lab coat went behind her with a chip in his hand. Years? Had she been here that long? Or perhaps he was talking about something else… Yeah, it must be so.

“Let me just slip this inside you… like that,” he said, plugging something into her spine, and slapping her ass while he was at it.

“All your programming goes through your nerve system, so—”

Once again, like so long ago, everything went black. Even her enhanced hearing disappeared. Only her mind was still active.

As her mind had been all this time. All the times she had been ‘tested’. Her testing had almost tricked her into thinking the tests were moments of delight. It was the few times she felt something physical. But whenever it was over, Janina felt sick. Not sick because of the sex necessarily, rather because she wanted to take a greater part in it, at her own initiative. And to be free. To not be constrained.

Alas, that would not be the case for Janina.

*

Janina wasn’t able to tell anything about her travels. All she knew was that she was indeed traveling. How long she had been traveling, where to or anything. Nothing. Everything was black, all she felt was rumbling and tumbling. And even that she questioned. It was likely nothing but a part of her coping mechanism from the darkness. She knew all her physical censors were turned off.

Then it happened again. The feeling of everything coming back. The last time it happened, when she woke up in the red room, and it had made her nauseous. But Janina was more prepared this time around. Even if she was more aware of her new enhanced senses as well, which felt like they came in double when they returned. She felt everything. Yet she was only truly able to feel a little dizzy.

A bright light pierced into Janina’s eyes as they regained vision. Everything was blurry and intensely white. After several blinks, Janina was able to focus. She looked around. Change of scenery. No more of that bleak red room. Instead she found herself in a much larger room, with a window even.

Janina turned her head, inspecting the room.

A huge oval-shaped bed with purple and blue synthetic fur blankets and a series of leopard patterned pillows with matching colors to the blankets. A nightstand with a broken lamp. On the opposite wall was a dressing table. Between the bed and the table on Janina’s right, was two doors. One to a bathroom and one presumably leading out into a hallway. That one was closed. Probably locked, if Janina had learned anything about her situation. On her left was a window facing a shallow alleyway outside.

Janina instinctively tried to move her right foot in front of her, to walk over to the window and inspect more up close, and to her huge surprise and delight, she was actually able to move! On her own power, in a room that was not fucking horrible! Janina wanted to dance, but she felt like she was being watched, and the last thing she wanted just after having the freedom of her legs back in an area that was bigger than a box, was to have it removed. So it was probably smarter to be on her best behavior, as much as it contradicted her true inner being.

Janina flexed her arms and felt her newfound features to be still in prime condition. Strong. Flexible. Dexterous. Where muscles would be crammed up from being dormant for so long, that was not the case of this primely conditioned body of hers.

Only if she had complete freedom, who knew what these arms could do. Her legs too were just as impressive. All black on slate black, slick from the smooth almost liquid metal and silicone. Strong. Flexible. Dexterous. And everything that entailed.

Janina made her way over to the window to finally look at what the outside looked like, flexing her legs she walked. It was still awkward to have control of her legs in such an open space, outside of getting fucked. Where she had been before, she hadn’t even been able to take more than a step and half.

Janina meekly ran her fingers along the wall on her way to the window. Janina knew in her heart that she had experienced outdoors before, but she had zero recollection of it.

No memories whatsoever.

The only thing she knew about her past was what the lab rat had told her. She signed a waiver and submitted herself to this lifestyle herself. Did that mean she was human? For a good while, Janina had sort of come to the conclusion she was some sort of machinery, but machines didn’t have free will. Did they? Janina truly didn’t know. And even still, why would she reject that free will in a waiver, no matter if she was a mechanical instrument or human? It made no sense to her.

Janina moved her hand through the silky fabric that was her curtains. It looked like silk, but her heightened sensitivities felt the synthetics right away. Gently she moved them aside, trying not to rip them. She wasn’t yet truly familiar with what the limits of her strength were.

Moving closer to the glass, finally looking outside, the street came into view. Janina wasn’t sure what she had expected, but certainly not this.

Just outside was a narrow alley, with a tall building rising far above her. Yet she was able to look both up and down the narrow street. Outside was a world of neon billboards, lights. Everywhere she looked was a sign lit up in purple, red, blue, or any other color.

Even if her building was in a small alleyway, she could see the reflections, and the hue on the sky. And even then, the occasional advertising flew past as floating letters that flew slowly in mid air. Both far away in big letters, and closer. Right in front of her window, a small ad for a shampoo was being played. It was repeating imagery and a slogan, blinked a few times in front of her, attached to a small flying robot device-thingy. When it had rolled the ad a few times, it flew away to the next window to repeat the process.

Whatever world this was, it was a strange place.

The constant brightness poisoned the sky so everything else seemed so dark… so much darkness. If it was day it was hard to tell.

In the street, all kinds of vehicles were rolling by in endless amounts of traffic. But it was not limited to the asphalt. Far up in the skies, above the tall roofs, were the lights of flying vehicles in rows and columns of more traffic. Even flying didn’t seem to solve that obstacle it seemed.

Her enhanced senses even caught wind of the distant docks. Industry. Shops, guns, brothels, casinos, mechanics, public transportation, infrastructure in the making and other occupations and undertakings that thrived within this city. Hundreds of thousands coinciding in one big metropolis.

Janina couldn’t help but stare out in awe. It was as impressive a sight as it was menacing. Had she truly lived in such a bright, contrasting world? The whole look had a state of… grime to it. Grueling to look at. She didn’t dare to imagine what kind of population such an ominous city might inhabit. She wasn’t able to see the pedestrians from where she was. Luckily. Janina had more than enough impressions to deal with for now.

“I see you’ve found your room,” a female voice said behind Janina.

She turned to find a blond… woman? She was as robotic and mechanics as Janina was. Maybe a bit less… impressive? Not as spectacular? Like she was an older model… as rude as that is to say about someone you don’t know. The woman wore a ballerina tutu, instead of… Janina looked down to see what she was wearing. A black jumpsuit. Not the most attractive choice of clothing. Better than the rags she had in the red room.

“And you’ve seen the city. Probably as much as you’ll ever be able to see… unless someone buys you… I’m Pam. I run the girls here,” the blond explained, sounding almost like she was talking of a long-lost dream.

“I know you want to know a bunch of stuff, and your programming doesn't let you talk outside of your library, so I’ll give you a brief rundown on how this works.”

Pam walked over to the dressing table and sat down. She pulled a small blue tablet from her pocket and slid it across the floor to her. It was an android tablet of sorts. Janina picked it up and read the screen.

“You can play games here, watch movies, surf the net, whatever. Limited access, of course. So long as it doesn't interfere with the business. We'll keep you locked up here until the next person comes through. You're free to use the shower if you'd like, though it's pretty basic.  You need clothes, I recommend you go get them.”

Janina nodded and followed Pam out to the bathroom. Right next to it was a small wardrobe. Pam tossed her a few pairs of jeans, a shirt, underwear, a bra, along with shoes and socks.

“You’re a pleasure-girl. Men and women, but mostly men, come here and pay for a good time. You give them that. As you’ve been trained for. Sometimes we put on the occasional show too, and that is when you are supposed to shine. Make your worth, make your mark on this world, if you will."

"Me, I run the girls as I said, anything that comes up I am the gal in charge. Also, you can’t leave this room. The programming inserted into your nervous system won’t let you, and all the girls here are installed with devices that eliminate said girl if she should try to leave. Except me. Unless you’re bought fully, but don’t get your hopes up. Nourishment will be provided three times a day, and you should really get it in. You burn a lot of energy in your line of work,” Pam said and rose. “So that’s it. Enjoy your stay, kid, or at least try to.”

*

Her first customer wasn’t the most demanding one. Perhaps by design, as Janina was the new prostitute on the block. He seemed to be the typical nine to five man, who was in his own mind underappreciated at home. Therefore he sought being valued in the companionship of a prostitute instead. The irony wasn’t lost on Janina.

Was this told to her as she got him into her room? Not at all. Reading into the expressions and how the customers conducted themselves was part of her training. A part of how she knew who to treat how.

“What’s your name, handsome?” Janina’s voice said. The man was still standing in her door, briefcase and coat still in hand. A tired business suit.

“Gustav… though friends call me Gus,” the man said. He was nervous about being her.

Perhaps he had gone a while without anything at home? Maybe he wasn’t sure if this was the right thing to do, but in a sheer desperation of releasing built up tension he resorted to prostitution. It was certainly better than the alternative that some men did instead, which was by force or threat. Or resorting to violence.

And with Janina, no emotions would be attached. This was nothing but a nice little transaction, to release some of the pent up frustration such a dutiful would surely have built up.

“I can be very friendly, Gus. Do you want us to be friends?” Janina asked in a very seductive tone. It seemed to do its work on him. Some confidence was seeping into him as she spoke to him.

“W-with benefits?” Gus stammered, trying his hand at a joke.

“Oh certainly, handsome,” Janina said and got up from her bed, moving over her and laying her strong arm around his shoulders. Gently massaging him as she guided him over to the freshly washed sheets.

“You… smell nice,” Gus said, plumping down on the end of the bed.

“Oh aren’t you a sweet one,” Janina whispered, bending down to him and pressing her lips onto his. He didn’t really reciprocate, but Janina knew he enjoyed her nature.

“Those kinds of benefits?” Janina asked, starting to unbutton his shirt.

Gus eagerly nodded, letting Janina undress him. His hands were not idle, exploring her muscled curves, admiring how strong she was, yet how kind she could be. Soon enough he was sitting butt naked in her bed, looking up at her with reluctant want in his eyes. She smiled warmly at him.

“You have a nice smile… Could you…” Gus started.

“Charmer. What is it you want?” she asked.

“Could you rub my shoulders a bit?”

“Of course,” Janina answered.

She knew perfectly well from her training that not all her customers would be so timid, so she’d better take care of the good ones. Hell, maybe they’d come back and occupy her schedule enough so that all the bastards would be left out. A girl could dream.

After kneading his back for about ten minutes, she decided to move along. Gus had paid for half an hour, and Janina wanted him to get his money's worth.

“Gus. Lean back on the bed, and I’ll take care of you. Okay?” Janina said reassuringly.

Gus went wide eyed and nodded. He threw himself back and Janina made her way to his feet so that she could slowly crawl up his body, kissing him all the way up to where it mattered. When she reached his shaft, she kissed it too, but only a few times before she sunk her mouth around his adequate cock. Gus groaned out loud gripping the sheets with white knuckled fists. Janina knew she was both and expert and expertly enhanced when it came to fellatio, and Gus was likely experiencing greater pleasure than he had ever felt with a normal girl.

Her tongue could grip him in ways no other could, creating a wet pressure around the most sensitive spots as she bobbed her head up and down on his shaft. Janina let her cheeks close around the contours of his cock as she sucked hard on him, creating massive suction. By now Gus was slamming his fists into the bed, in total bliss over how good it felt getting such a skilled blow job.

“Janina, please. I’m gonna explode!” Gus groaned.

Janina knew he was so turned on she could bring this to a satisfied end right now. But that was not part of her equation. Maybe there was a time and place for quick fixes, but this was not it.

Janina released his cock from her warm wet mouth instead, and crawled up his body, letting him feel the weight of her robotic prosthetics climb alongside him. Her hair dangled in his face, having grown long by now, and Gus looked up at her with a mix of fear and anticipation of what was next.

She didn’t have to align, as she had positioned her pussy perfectly. Janina just simply sat back and Gus’ cock entered her with ease. Janina squeezed him good a few times, before grinding on him hard. He was panting with each motion, meeting her with thrusts of his own. Eagerly, Gus lifted his hand and cupped her breast, and when he realized the liberties she was to give him, he rose up and kissed her tits all over.

Maybe the realization was discovered a bit late, as he was only able to enjoy her magnificent tits for a few minutes before Janina made him scream her name in sheer admiration as he came inside of her.

Not all customers would be as kind and timid as Gus. Janina knew this.

*

He was a skinny blonde guy, but was pretty assertive in what he wanted. This wasn’t his first rodeo it seemed. He never gave Janina a name, so in her mind he became Blondie. As soon as Blondie entered the room, he shoved her against her table and entered her hard from behind.

If he was big or small made no difference as Janina knew how to deal with either. Both for her and for him. She gripped him hard with her pussy, clamping down as he frantically thrusted into her. She was determined to get him off quickly, as he was pretty shit. Assholes like this she had gotten plenty of, and gotten rid of them too.

Blondie seemed to understand what was up, so he pulled out to calm down.

“Heh, trying to get me outta here quickly, eh?” he said in a rough voice.

Blondie reeled back his hand and slapped her hard across the face. He grabbed her by the shoulders and circled her around to the middle of the room and slapped her again. Janina stumbled back on the bed.

“You slap like a bitch,” she thought.

“Yeah, slap me, daddy,” she said.

Blondie jumped on top of her and roughly shoved himself inside her, and she faked a grunt. This man wanted to be impressive and physical, and she intended to give him just that. Blondie slapped her face back and forth as he grunted himself inside her. Fucking pathetic. She had it worse during training.

Then a loud crack came from outside the room. The both of them stopped and looked at the door. What was that? Another series of cracks. Were those gunshots? And how did she even know what that sounded like?

The door from the hallway slammed open and two long, tall figures entered her room. They both looked the exact same. Female, at least with feminine descriptors. Strong, and even beautiful in their face. Bald, shiny. Silvery metal. They looked to be even more robotic than Janina. Their eyes were weird goggles instead of actual eyes.

Both of them were tall, taller than the door even, with an eerily slender build.

But they were not here for pleasure. They both marched over to Blondie and grabbed him.

Blondie resisted, which seemed to be an immediate mistake. At the faintest sign of resistance, the two silver ladies drew out firearms and gunned him in the face, right there in the middle of Janina’s room. She would’ve screamed if she could.

“Apologies about the disturbance,” they said in unison, in a very metallic static way.

They yanked the dead body of Blondie and shoved him out the window, then left as abruptly as they had entered.

Janina was utterly bewildered. What the fuck had just happened? Sure he was a violent piece of shit, but what had he done that warranted immediate execution at the faintest of resistance? Janina even felt sorry for Blondie. If she knew it was the last moments of her life, maybe she’d had another impression of him.

And now she couldn’t even leave the premises to ask what the hell was going on. Luckily the lady from earlier, Pam, came by.

“That guy apparently was part of a trafficker gang of some sort and they were out here celebrating. Dangerous group, apparently. All of them shot to death right here. Luckily insurance cover the damn sheets and clean up… Well… Best get used to it. Welcome to Ember City. Suck it up.”

*

So Blondie wasn’t a customer that brought huge success. While he did pay, he also wound up dead. Deadmeat Pam had called him. It was just a carcass discarded, just a part of the world they lived in. Lowlife idiots going to a brothel while thinking they're in the clear. It was a reality that Janina was forced to live with. It was either accept some of the stark realities, dig them deep down, or lose her mind. And losing her mind, without having anywhere for her mind to go… It was best to make the best of it.

What else was there to do?

Yearning for the impossible was something that was killed within Janina as time progressed. There was nothing else. So she took joy in what she could while waiting. Waiting for something. She couldn’t help but feel like there was more to her stay at the brothel. Like there was a purpose. But without any of her memories, it was impossible to tell what. Or if it was even a thing. Maybe it was just desperation.