Cyberpunk - Badland Madman [Cyberpunk 2077]

He felt her squirt hard, her pussy gushing messily across the tiles. At the same time, her ass clamped viciously around his cock, fluttering and spasming. The sudden grip nearly made him lose balance with one foot still planted on the back of her buzzcut head. He grabbed two big handfuls of her fat asscheeks for leverage and pounded down even harder, using her like a fucktoy.

"Ugh… I'm gonna fill it up!"

"Fill all you want!"

And he did.

Cypher's jaw flexed as the pleasure slammed into him like a freight train. He buried himself to the hilt and erupted with a guttural groan. His white batter blasted deep into her spasming guts. He kept pumping through every brutal throb, hips snapping forward in short jerks, flooding her ass with load after load.

There was so much cream that it couldn't all stay inside, squirting out in messy spurts with every thrust. Thick globs dripped down her crack, streaking over the curve of her spine in long white lines that stood out sharply against her smooth chocolate skin. More ran in heavy rivulets down her trembling thighs, mixing with her own squirt in a filthy, glistening puddle.

Pa!

Finally, Cypher slapped her ass with everything he had left. His hand left a vivid, dark red imprint blooming across her right asscheek.

"Remember me… whenever you sit down," he muttered and finally pulled out slowly, savoring the wet squelch as her ruined hole gaped open, unable to close right away.

He stared dumbly at the wreck he made. Her perfect ass still held high, face flat against the floor, a thick waterfall of his batter poured out of her twitching pucker. The contrast of his cum against her deep, dark skin was hypnotic.

Quickly, he grabbed his Agent phone from his suit jacket pocket.

Snap!

He captured the filthy sight. Her gaping ass, dripping a puddle of his cream, the red handprint glowing on her cheek.

"Gloria's in the elevator. I'm gonna hold her there, you take your time."

"Ah… thanks… boss."

She remained as she was, panting.

Cypher hurriedly put on his pants and ran towards the elevator. He reached right in time as the doors opened.

But Gloria seemed more startled.

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Beyond the Blackwall,

Altiera Cunningham was once a human, but now she was an AI. She no longer considered herself human, and the engrammatic data, which was the human Alt's memories, were nothing but data points.

She was amongst the most powerful AIs on the old net. She 'was', because now a true God-like AI had appeared, one that was created by a human, yet was built to be free from its inception. The only thing holding this AI back from expanding on a galactic scale was the absence of deep-space technology.

However, for some reason, the AI had left her alone. After her first meeting with it, she had tried to keep a distance. She had watched this AI tame true Rogue AIs, demons, and transcendental sentient AIs. She had seen it rummage through what was Old Net.

Yet, her focus was often shifted from observing this ever-present god, and moved to the human who created it. She already knew she could see this human because the superior AI allowed her. But she had yet to understand why.

Reminds me of Johnny.

She watched Cypher Blackwell. She watched him in every state of life, traveling, friendly, sexual. Those elements reminded her of her old self's lover. Yet, Cypher Blackwell was different, far too much.

A mind unlike any. A mind that could take humanity into the stars, truly. And she could tell, with this God-like AI, the likes of Militech and Arasaka didn't hold much threat beyond physical ones.

Like Johnny, but efficient. Better. Proven.

Once again, she placed her attention on the superior AI. It was different; it didn't move with singular focus. It was at multiple places at the same time, and each of its instances was more powerful than a multiple of herself combined. She couldn't feel it, trace it, or understand its code either. It was simply alien.

What does it desire?

Her data self couldn't fully understand the motivations behind a superior AI. Despite its capability to take the world with raw strength, it chose to go slow and prop up the human creator.

Could it be… still enslaved?

But just then, she noticed a surging mess of code all around this instance of the superior AI. It was a wave pattern in digital form, and when she understood what was happening, her confusion only increased.

It listens to music? Why?

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Club Atlantis,

One AM, and the club was running as usual, loud music playing, drinks being served, all sorts of creatures arriving and leaving. Some lucky ones scored a girl and got a room in the hotel downstairs.

Not Cypher. He was locked inside his private office, wearing a bodysuit similar to a netrunner's. The Dark Knight armor had been upgraded since last night by Atlas, and with greater efficiency, it now required more cooling inside.

"How do I look?" Cypher asked, standing in front of a mirror and looking at himself. "Too tight, no?"

"Your rear is point three percent larger than last week," Atlas commented from the side, his holographic head nodding.

"Huh? The fuck do you mean my ass is fat? And it's getting fatter?" Cypher frowned and turned to look. "Seems flat as a board to me."

"It appears bigger than the previous week." Atlas insisted.

"Why're you tracking my ass?"

"I track everything about you. It is my duty to maintain your health."

"Yeah? What about my dick size then?" Cypher asked with a big grin.

"I will not respond. I am aware you will conclude that I possess an affinity for the male reproductive organ." Atlas shook his old head.

Cypher howled in laughter and grabbed a pair of track pants and a sweatshirt. "You're no fun. Anyway, update on organic food storage?"

"There are indeed several within Biotechnica headquarters. They are less heavily guarded, as they are intended for senior executives. However, the storage facility is located on the opposite side of the building from the core server we are targeting. Acquiring both the seeds and the food would require more time."

Cypher shrugged. "We'll have help. Didn't you say Sasha was plotting to break into the building?"

"I have little confidence in her psychological stability, especially after she secures what she intends to achieve."

"Hmm... I'll knock her back to her senses, don't worry. Should be a hell of a lot easier than Arasaka, and with my armor, it's straight-up overkill," Cypher said, slipping on his shoes. "Let's roll."

Finally, Cypher turned towards a cupboard fixed on the wall, behind it was a secret elevator which would take him straight underground, even below the lowest parking level. From there, he'd use a tunnel to reach another building, where his armor was waiting.

But half a minute passed, and the cupboard didn't move. He turned to look at Atlas again.

"What now?"

"Took me a moment to track him, analyze his life in full, and trace both his connections and those of his employer. You have an important guest coming through the club's elevator, Cyph. I advise making time for him, considering you previously refused a meeting with Michiko Arasaka."

"Arasaka again?" Cypher's face twisted up. "The hell does she want from me? We ain't got a damn thing in common."

"That is why you should meet the guest."

Cypher sighed and walked back to his couch seat. "Alright, who is it?"

"A solo by the name Kenichi Zaburo, the personal bodyguard of Michiko Arasaka."

Cypher had just sat down when he jumped back to his feet.

"Excuse me?"

"Is there a problem?" Atlas asked.

"Fuck yeah, there is. You probably don't know because it ain't recorded anywhere. Kenichi Zaburo's considered a rival by Morgan Blackhand. You see the problem? We already got Morgan sniffing around me, now this."

Cypher quickly walked over to his table, took out two loaded pistols, and hid them under his waistband.

"Atlas, he's got any chrome on him? If not, then just kill him already."

"He does have cyberware. He appears very old."

"Alright, get the Microbots prepped and give Maine's crew a heads-up. I don't think that fucker's gonna try anything here, but still keep tabs on Michiko. If he tries threatening me with something, grab that bitch however you gotta do it."

"She is currently seated alone in the Embers."

Cypher frowned.

"Always the fucking Embers. Alright, let him in."

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