Unconsciousness. Slipping into it is easy. One second you're there and the next
you're here again. Wait, what is this? Why can't I move? Something is on me. I realize this has happened before. It's less scary than it should be, I mean, that's the job right? Even with the dollchip and all, you're still getting fucked. The problem is, instead of being here again, I should still be there, as indicated by the Kiroshi overlay that's displaying logs from the dollchip: runtime failure; 11:57/15:00, chip disconnected. Fuck. Reconnect? Connecting... No chip detected. Shit. Fuck. Okay. Three minutes. Time to be really still.
Clients who hire dolls usually value discretion. The idea that the doll could see, hear, feel, smell, taste, or otherwise sense you during the session goes against the whole concept, although one does hear it happen sometimes when chips malfunction or dolls try out a brand new career in being a rat in Night City. Usually this means that the doll skips town or gets zeroed. Heard one girl got away with their pimp and client performing an impromptu dollchip extraction on her. Remembering this almost makes me move my hand and touch my dataports, but I suppress the urge and try gathering my thoughts and get my bearings. Motel room. Bed. Client. Maelstrom. Transgender woman. Shaved head, covered in ganger tattoos and oozing with raw chrome. Currently fucking me missionary style, gripping my shoulders like her life depended on it, very close to climax. Thankfully for me I don't have to do any acting as she had ordered me stiff; like a ragdoll with a pulse.
She had disclosed that to me personally as she refused to use the intermediary ordering system despite me explaining it has end-to-end encryption, whatever that is. "Won't trust a system I haven't been inside of yet", she said, and I could not raise an eyebrow. She just blushed with what remained of her face as she was a full initiate, the sideways X-shaped "eye implant" set disconcertingly deep into her skull. You could see the tubes that connected the inside of her nose to... however deep. At least she still had most of her nose, and maybe some frontal lobe left too, as she seemed a bit less aggressive than most of her black lace huffing cyberfreak siblings, but just as wired and jumpy. The paranoid twitching of somebody coming down on... something. This was okay to me, as I had expected a "Maelstrom datafreak", as Henry put it. She referred her to me as she was currently recovering from some ripper work. Why Henry vouched for her I don't know, but didn't ask as the scratch was solid but not suspiciously so.
T-minus two and a half minutes, she stops moving. She didn't cum. Shit, am I had? She's breathing hard, I can feel it condense on my neck. Then she bites me where my neck and shoulder meet, closing her teeth around my trapezius. It takes a lot of effort to not move or tense up. Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck it hurts really bad and she starts fucking me again. Looks like the nasal air tubes might be a bit congested as she releases her bite just before I crack. She's gasping for air and whimpering. "FfuuuuckI'msorry" she lets out from her chapped and raw lips, her voice so much higher and airier now than it was before, when I was still there and not here. I can feel her cock twitch inside me, hoping my cunt doesn't do any convulsions of its own. My head is rolled to the side but I can see her looming in my peripheral vision. I feel... Spit? Sweat? Probably both drop down onto my face. My eye implant installation caused minor facial numbness so an eye twitch doesn't give me away. I can feel the warm liquid seep into my eye, blurring my vision. Shame, she's actually pretty hot with her desparation.
Two minutes and change. Her right hand (modded Arasaka) moves from my shoulder to between the mattress and my left cheek. She holds me like this for a second before she grabs my hair and bites down again, this time on my right trap. She's thrusting again, her cock hardening again. She seems to like biting a lot, but is not doing it too hard now. Maybe she's thinking of the price tag of a damaged doll. Through her bite she moans something that sounds a bit like "I'm sorry" again. She moves her hips against me in a way I bet she knows will make her cum, sliding her cock all the way in, and almost all the way out on every thrust. She's surprisingly big, as from what I can tell from her filled-in breasts and soft skin (where it still was organic), she has been on HRT for years now. I feel myself get a bit wetter.
One twenty-five, she lets her jaws off me and gets up on her knees, still inside me thrusting and moaning and whimpering. She wraps her cybernetic fingers around my ankle and brings my foot to her face. Oh fuck. I'm really ticklish. She licks the bottom of my foot, heel to toes, and brings her tongue between my toes. She tonguefucks the space between my toes. I suppress a shudder and focus on not reacting. Stay still. Just a little while. She lets go off my ankle, panting and drooling, and my leg drops back to the mattress. Was it natural? She doesn't seem to care as she bends back over me and grabs my jaw and turns my face towards me. Not moving my eyes is probably the biggest effort I put into this act. I see her, even if my eyes can't move to focus. Her eye implant is throbbing with each thrust, as is her cock. She tenses up. She's cumming. "I'm gonna-", she starts, and cums inside me, and I feel myself being very, very close too. I feel her useless cum pump into me and have to preoccupy myself with not cumming or twitching.
Less than a minute. She's limp on top of me just for a few seconds before she rolls off to the other side of the bed and takes a deep breath. I can hear her grasp around the nightstand for what amounts to her vape and laptop. I see a big cloud expelled from her lungs travel towards the motel room ceiling fan and dissipate and hear the arrhytmic clacking of her fingers on the keyboard. She doesn't pay any attention to me. That does make my cunt clench a bit, being into this sort of a hot and cold attitude, especially from women. Thinking of this little bisexual pseudoparadox I look at the seconds ticking down to zero on the dollmode countdown. Just as I'm figuring out how to play this wake-up act the datafreak pipes up, making me finally wince a little bit. "Are you here, doll?" she says with a hoarse voice. This motherfucker had an alarm on too! I turn to her, a bit fuming, and see that she has not looked away from her multiple open command consoles and... CCTV footage from the motel's entrance? "Grab your shit, we gotta delta. Unless you're with these gonks..?", she ventures, as another video feed opens and she turns the screen towards me. This is from a webcam, and shows four Maelstromers hunched over the device screen with one of them furiously typing, all of them looking even more pissed off than Maelstromers usually do. I have no idea what the fuck she's on about.
"I have no idea what the fuck you're on about!", I kindly inform her borged-out netfreak ass.