Leather Betties
She walked into the room through her entry portal like a male teenager’s soaking-wet dream. She wore tight dark blue chrome-tinted leather, ludicrous high heels, a snarl beneath the reflective cop glasses and a whip trailing behind her.
Her waist would have been impossible even with the tightest of corsets and her leather didn’t creak when she moved. She was a fantasy exaggerated through the binary to become grotesque.
She was a tiger cross-bred with the cover of Vogue and she was pissed off in the virtual world and looking for vengeance.
Sparks raced up to meet her heels when they snapped down onto the floor of my sense-around.
I’d heard about the Leather Betties. I had porn on my drive. I immediately tried to jack out.
Nothing. I blinked twice to hit the backup outjack emergency procedure. Nothing. I subvocalized the password to cut the power. I’d wake up with a headache and I’d need a new startup but at least I’d be alive.
Nothing.
She had set the trap around me with walls of fire while I surfed and trawled. I knew I was about to enter another life. I was about to die and be put to work for the Betties post-mortem. My computer and I were about to become zombies.
It worked like this. My computer was hooked into the net and I was hooked into my computer. With the ‘trodes on, a power surge could fry my frontal lobes and leave me lobotomized. With my personality safely out of the way, they could go about using my alpha waves with puppetry to mimic all my id tags.
My computer and I would then become a puppet behind a mask. I’d be another Leather Betty, living on in the image of my creator, stalking other stockpilers of porn.
All of my friends were in my V-World, my iLife, and my e-home. It would be weeks before the smell of my body would alert neighbours and landlords and eventually, the police.
I’d be put into care with the rest of the zombies. The facilities were being filled past capacity. The Betties were busy.
She stepped forward to my chair and straddled me. She ground herself down on me. Huge breasts crushed up against me. She brought the whip up to the side of my head. She smiled with teeth too white, too sharp. She was drooling. The drops sizzled when they hit my chest.
I felt a sharp pull at my temple and smelled burning oranges. Then my world went black.
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Her waist would have been impossible even with the tightest of corsets and her leather didn’t creak when she moved. She was a fantasy exaggerated through the binary to become grotesque.
She was a tiger cross-bred with the cover of Vogue and she was pissed off in the virtual world and looking for vengeance.
Sparks raced up to meet her heels when they snapped down onto the floor of my sense-around.
I’d heard about the Leather Betties. I had porn on my drive. I immediately tried to jack out.
Nothing. I blinked twice to hit the backup outjack emergency procedure. Nothing. I subvocalized the password to cut the power. I’d wake up with a headache and I’d need a new startup but at least I’d be alive.
Nothing.
She had set the trap around me with walls of fire while I surfed and trawled. I knew I was about to enter another life. I was about to die and be put to work for the Betties post-mortem. My computer and I were about to become zombies.
It worked like this. My computer was hooked into the net and I was hooked into my computer. With the ‘trodes on, a power surge could fry my frontal lobes and leave me lobotomized. With my personality safely out of the way, they could go about using my alpha waves with puppetry to mimic all my id tags.
My computer and I would then become a puppet behind a mask. I’d be another Leather Betty, living on in the image of my creator, stalking other stockpilers of porn.
All of my friends were in my V-World, my iLife, and my e-home. It would be weeks before the smell of my body would alert neighbours and landlords and eventually, the police.
I’d be put into care with the rest of the zombies. The facilities were being filled past capacity. The Betties were busy.
She stepped forward to my chair and straddled me. She ground herself down on me. Huge breasts crushed up against me. She brought the whip up to the side of my head. She smiled with teeth too white, too sharp. She was drooling. The drops sizzled when they hit my chest.
I felt a sharp pull at my temple and smelled burning oranges. Then my world went black.
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