Tickle Little Tinsel Girl

(Cyberpunk, Noncon, mind control)

It felt good to be back on her feet. Tinsel stalked the hall of the dorm, her pistol held at the ready for some idiot to jump out of a room ready to be blown away. She had one particular idiot in her sights, but she had to do a little extra legwork first.

She turned a corner to a hall of doors. Each marked in fading yellowish paint with a number, and gray beyond that. The lights gave off a low whine, just loud enough to make her want to blow them all out.

The second door on the left, her HUD told her that was the one. Recently opened, the ‘dorpher would be hiding in there. She walked up and knocked. Distant, quiet, she heard the squeal of someone afraid to die.

Tinsel moved back a step, then came forward and kicked the door just where it met the frame. The electronics in the door shrieked, then it fell back on emergency procedures and tried to open. Security was a luxury in a trash heap like this.

As it slid open, Tinsel moved over just in time to be missed by a wild shot from inside. The idiot inside was Money Maker Maki, a wannabee banger and too doped to hit the broadside of Tower One.

Tinsel pointed her pistol out, and let the plain intimidation do the rest.

He dropped his pistol, and scurried his back to a wall.

“I don’t know which one alright?” He said with his hands out. He was sweating, crying, and his skin was too yellow for someone she knew hadn’t seen sunlight in his lifetime.

“You’re lying to me,” She said as she walked into the room. She reached a hand out for him, her fingertips like little blades, and grabbed him by the neck. “Don’t lie to me Maki.”

“I don’t even know if he’s in the building anymore,” He said, “That little decker shit ain’t exactly my friend, you know?”

Tinsel took a deep breath. She could see him focusing on her face. Her augments were obvious, her eyes covered by adapting lenses, lines of metallic gray extending from there back into her hairline. Her exposed bit of collar revealed more glimpses of metal. He would know she could kill him with a quick twist of her wrist.

“Look, look,” He said, “I’m not lying, okay. He is in the building, but I dunno which room.”

She moved in closer, the barrel of her pistol sliding against the side of his head, “A second ago you said you didn’t know if he was in the building.”

‘He was just trying to stall you is all.’

Tinsel’s eyes went wide. She turned her head, but no one else was in the room. More than that, the voice didn’t sound like someone speaking at all.

‘Not over there.’

She turned back to Maki and squeezed his neck harder, he struggled against her grip, and she could see him start to sputter and change colors.

‘Don’t take your frustrations out on him, beautiful.’

“Are you Mythod, then?” Tinsel asked the air, “You managed to get into my coms?”

‘Deeper than that my little backstreet rimbo.”

“You talking to him or something?” Maki squeezed out through her fingers, “Just lemme go!”

She loosened her grip just enough for him to be able to breath properly. But she was starting to worry. Her augments weren’t supposed to just let anyone onto her frequency, how did he manage to find her?

“You’ve made some bad enemies, Mythod,” Tinsel said, “I’m here to see that you pay up. No hard feelings.”

‘I understand, just a job. That’s why I looked you up. Seems you have enemies of your own. Did you know Yi Long left you a little present when he opened you up?’

Her nostrils flared. Long was the last doc she was under, and he had already tried to screw her on the bill. They weren’t really friends at the moment. That said, he wasn’t known for leaving little surprises in his patients.

“What’s your play?” She said.

‘I think play is the right word,’ Mythod said, ‘Let me see what I can get up to in here.’

“Do something stupid and I-” Tinsel stopped mid-sentence, an odd sensation running through her body.

She blinked, and brought up a display on the inside of her lenses. All augments were operating normal, good and green. There was no way he was inside her systems, especially like this.

“How?” She whispered.

‘Oh so you do feel that?’ Mythod said.

She shook her head, as if that would clear it away.

‘Long put some fancy newtek in here. Typically, simstim is one way, but you know that. First time I’ve been able to reach out and touch someone from a distance, so you won’t mind if I do.’

The sensation that she was trying so hard to ignore, was like a finger running between her breasts. It was subtle, like a phantom hand, but all too real. No, if it was simstim, simulated stimulation, it was all in her head. He was projecting the sensation onto her.

Tinsel swallowed, then turned back to Maki. The man had abandoned all hope, his eyes closed, covered in mucus and tears.

“Tell me where he is,” She said, “I’m not playing anymore.”

‘Not nice to be mean to my friends. You’ll pay for that.’

The phantom touch vanished, then reappeared. Like a twin pair of fingers, sliding along her womanly lips. She instinctively stiffened up, as if that would make the feeling go away. They probed along her entrance, she swore she could feel them caressing every sordid bit of flesh.

She shivered, and pushed her thighs together. It didn’t change a thing.

‘It would surprise you how good you can feel, even when you don’t want it.’

“Stop this,” She said, “I’m going to take you out!”

The phantom fingers started to slip in, pushing past her squeezed legs, past her lips. No, there was no physical entrance, that made no sense, it was what her body told her was happening. Still, she could feel the careful attention, pushing deeper, slow and unstoppable.

“Stop!” Tinsel shouted.

‘I haven’t really started the fun yet. Pops always said to leave a girl satisfied.’

The attention spread, now a shock of pleasure from her nipples. Her gun hand went to her chest by instinct. She looked to Maki, and saw that his eyes were full of confusion. It felt like they were being tweaked, lightly, lovingly. Small circles over her tightening nipples that drove small bursts of pleasure into her chest.

She let out a breath, and it was long and heavy. She couldn’t deny that she was sweating. As she shifted her hips, she knew she was wet.

“No,” She whispered.

‘You think Maki’s ever seen a girl cum before?’

Tinsel looked at Maki again, and the guy had a look of wonder on his face. She couldn’t let that happen, never. She threw him to the ground with one violent motion, the addict sliding along the ground. She wanted to move to kick him, try one last time to find Mythod in the building, but a phantom touch teased her clit.

Her legs slammed together, and her gun hand went to her crotch. She felt helpless. She was going to kill Long, and Mythod, and maybe Maki. Everyone would pay for this, no one made her feel helpless.

Hands were on her breasts now, cupping them in warmth, was that like squeezing? She shut her eyes, bit her lip, and tried to ignore it. She held herself in her arms. It felt so good.

“You ain’t right lady,” Maki said, freaking out in the corner, “He’s up on the second floor, room 9. Just don’t hurt me.”

She had to move. She had to ignore the finger on her little nub, rubbing small circles of nirvana, and move. One bullet, and she could end this.

Tinsel turned and ran to the door. She nearly tripped, but her augments could at least help her balance. They tried to counter her rising endorphin levels, the feeling like she was hyperventilating. Her body was overwhelmed with a natural crisis that not even the technology could overcome.

She made it to the elevator, and found it still functional. When she got in, it started to move. Unfortunately, that was precious moments she had to stand still.

‘Naughty Tinsel, you are going to ruin the fun.’ He said, ‘Maybe I should make this personal. You’ll never guess how big I am.’

Before it happened, she tried to keep her legs closed, tried to imagine anything but what came next. The sensation came anyway. The stiff head of warm manhood, pressing against her aching lips, pushing in until that first moment it broke through.

She couldn’t hold back a moan of pleasure, her hips shaking as it slid deeper, filled her to the top with his heat. Tinsel knew her face was red like a overheating rifle. She couldn’t contain herself, her breathing was coming in lewd gasps, her hands were squeezed so tight she could feel the blades in her fingertips.

The elevator pinged, and the doors opened. She tried to walk into the hall. Every step reminding her that she had a man deep within her. It was thrusting now, slow motions that left her feeling every details as he left her so briefly, then returned with a vengeance.

‘You’re almost there,’ He whispered, ‘Here, maybe you need a bite to help with the last mile.’

“Don’t you dare,” She said through gritted teeth.

It was no use. The heat on her lips, the thick taste on her tongue, that unmistakable heat. It slid down her throat, at least it felt like it did. Her tongue twitched as each vein covered inch slid deeper, until she felt like she could barely breath.

All together, it was too much. Her nipples were being caressed, her clit teased, and she was being filled from both ends. Nothing could stop it, it overrided all other sensation. No matter how much she told herself it was fake, her body didn’t believe it.

As she beat on door 9, her thighs tried to squeeze at the phantom member inside her. Her legs were tense, trying to find the source of pleasure and hold it to her. She beat her fist on the door, lacking the strength to force it open. Her whole body was overwhelmed, she was on the edge, it was going to happen whether she wanted it or not.

She had to hold on, just a little longer. She could blow Mythod away, and be free to enjoy whatever she pleased.

The door opened, and Tinsel tried to move to react.

It was a civilian there, some normal guy confused who looked confused why an augged up woman was beating on his door.

Mythod wasn’t here.

‘Oops, did I give Maki the wrong address?’

She couldn’t hold it in anymore. Tinsel wanted to apologize, move away from the door, hide her shame. Instead she heard a small moan escape her lips. She tried to bite them closed, but another came free. Her knees knocked against each other, her vision started to get fuzzy. An explosion of pleasure moved up her body, and all Tinsel could do is stand in front of the strange man and have the most body wracking orgasm of her life.

Her moans filtered up and down, a long instinctive word that spelled out her situation as she slid to the floor of the building.

Mythod’s touch didn’t stop, not even as her vision faded.

‘We’ll have to do this again sometime, pretty Tinsel.’