Myriads
Tzar of the TMF
- Joined
- Apr 2, 2001
- Messages
- 14,298
- Points
- 38
Something new for the weekend. Enjoy! As always, feedback is appreciated!
Myriads
Click a number to see each of the earlier parts 1 to 5: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
All content, characters, and settings are ©2002 to Myriad Worlds Incorporated. All rights reserved.
World of When
Part 6
Marta-lynn Lufast, or ‘Talyn’ to her closest friends, grinned as she looked down. She was hanging onto the side of a Manhattan apartment building, two hundred and thirty seven stories above street level. Her goal, almost reached, was less then ten feet above her. She reveled in the pure rush. The thrill of the climb had her keyed up. Everything was sharp and clear. The nighttime view of the city was spectacular, alive with light and life. She breathed out slowly to calm herself. “Focus girl! Now is not the time or place to be distracted.” she reminded herself.
From the tip of her toes, to the top of her head, Talyn was enclosed in a monofiber smartsuit. It was currently set to cammo-mode, rendering her invisible to any passing aircraft, random cams, detection equipment, or even the eyes of people in the building, who’s windows she happened to climb over. Molecular adhesion pads on the palms, wrists, knees, soles, and torso, allowed her to remain fixed to the slick side of the building. They were strong enough to hold her fast, even with the strong sheer winds that whipped about the tower, which would tear her off it, if given the chance.
Slowly she reached up, planted her left palm, keyed it to adhere, and tested it carefully. It took her weight with no problem. With a flex of her toes, she destuck her right foot, and moved it higher, and re-stuck it. She then shifted her right palm up, and so on. In this steady fashion, she covered the distance to the window that was her target in no time at all.
Reaching around to a pouch on her right hip, she produced a small aerosol can, checking to see that she was using the red colored end, she sprayed a three foot circle of the window with it. Immediately, the treated area of the window’s material began to bubble and sag, and with a soft plop, fell into the apartment.
Reversing the can, the invisible woman sprayed the edges of the new circle with a different spray from the blue capped end, this rendered any remaining traces of the first treatment inert.
Talyn gripped the edge of the hole with both hands, destuck her feet, and knees, and flipped herself into the interior of the breached apartment, landing silently on her feet, with cat like grace.
Quickly she pulled a small square of material from another pouch, this one on her left arm. Grabbing it’s edges she pulled, stretching it. She repeated the short, sharp, pulling actions until the material had become large enough to cover the entrance she had so recently made. Placing it over the hole, she tapped a section near the edge, and the material merged with the window under it, sealing the gap tight.
Talyn then settled back into a crouch, and took another moment to center herself, and access her progress. “No screaming alarms, good. No AI bitching at me, good. The hack is solid and working. The apartment clearly doesn’t know I’m here.” Even so, she decided to leave her suit in Cammo-mode. “Never know what passive cam systems might be about. It wouldn’t do to have my face recorded.”
She took her first solid look about the room she was in, her smartsuit providing a bright color correct view, making it seem as if it were high noon light wise. She quickly oriented herself. The room she wanted, the office, was to the left, down a short hall. Talyn made her way to it.
The office was large and sumptuous. Commanding the space, was a huge antique desk, the walls seemed to be paneled in what looked to be real wood, authentic looking oriental carpets crushed softly underfoot. Shelves filled with expensive curios lined the walls. She scanned over them quickly. “Not here, not there, not there, not here.” she rattled off in her mind. “Hidden. No surprise.”
From a belt pouch, she produced a small gun shaped object that ended in two small curved tines. Pulling the tool’s trigger, she began to slowly pass it over the room, her eyes glued to the graphical readout of flickering information that was being assembled from the sonic devices emissions.
“There you are my honorable foe.” Talyn noted, the device was indicating something odd behind a particularly horrid bronze statue of... well, she wasn’t sure WHAT it was.
She lifted the statue, and set it aside on the desk, giving it a glance of distaste, then examined the wall behind it. Within a small indentation, lay a button. She pushed it. Under her hood, she was smiling, as she watched a section of wall slide back, revealing a safe. What she next saw caused her hidden smile to fade. “Nine hells! It’s a audio safe, voice printed, not a palm scan one! A week of work in getting the owners palm print, so much wasted effort! Arrgh!” She took a cleansing breath to focus past her flash of anger. “I could mimic the voice with the suit, but what is the right pass phrase? Crap. Crap. Crap.”
Grabbing her can of dissolver, she gave the safe a solid spray. “Nothing” she noted, not surprised. The safe was hardened at the molecular level against such crude brute force entries.
“Ok.... on to plan C.” Talyn sighed, as she turned and made her way back to the apartments living room, scanning to the right, she saw the door she needed now. “Master bedroom is... there.”
Quietly she moved to, and tried the door, it was unlocked, and opened smoothly. Talyn slowly eased it wider. The sound of two sleeping people issued forth through the gap. Carefully Talyn slid into the room, and looked about. Asleep on the large bed which dominated the space, were a couple. He was nude, on his stomach. Talyn admired the tight ass that he unknowingly was showing off to her. Next to him, laying on her back, wearing only pink silk pajama bottoms, was the woman of the house. Large breasts rose and fell with her breathing. Her long bright pink hair was fanned back on her pillow.
“Ugh! that color is nasty on her, and the jugs are at least two or three sizes too big for her frame.” critiqued the invader to herself. “If you are going to go through the annoyance and troubles of self modification, at least do it right! For crimes against taste, I choose you!” she announced in her mind.
From a belt pouch, Talyn pulled a ball about an inch in diameter, depressed a bump on it, and tossed it onto the sleeping man’s back. Blap! The ball exploded on contact, a silvery ooze issuing forth. Almost as if it had a mind of it’s own, the liquid ran across the man’s form, and before he could even react to the sound of it’s containers explosion, he was coated in a shell of hardened metal. He was not going to move until it was removed, or six hours passed. Talyn found his silvered ass even cuter then before.
Still invisible, Talyn noted that Madam big boobs was awake, and looking surprised. “Charles? Charles! What is it???? Charles!” an edge of hysteria filled the woman’s voice.
“Chuck will be just fine. That shell is air permeable. He just can’t move or hear us. Any simple solvent will free him.” said Talyn.
Looking about in panic for the source of the voice she had head, the seminude woman demanded information with a frightened tone. “Who are you? What do you want? Where are you? Don’t hurt us!” Her head darted from side to side, looking.
Calmly Talyn said, “Mrs. Luccis, Tammy if I may, if you give me the pass phrase for the wall safe in the study, I’ll be gone before you know it. It’s all I want, I mean no harm.”
“I won’t tell you. I don’t know it.” answered the woman. She had crossed her arms across her chest defensively. “Sally! Help! Help! Intruder!” she screamed.
The apartments AI did not respond. “Sally is a bit preoccupied with a fractal viral infection right now Mrs. Luccis. It won’t be doing anything for you, for a few hours at least. And even then, I bet link calls will be a bit beyond it.” spoke Talyn from the the foot of the bed. “And I think you do know the pass phrase. Do I need to persuade you to tell me?”
Tammy had backed up until her back was against the bed’s headboard. Her eye’s wide, she refused again. “No! No! I won’t tell you! Leave me alone!”
Talyn pulled another sphere from a pocket. This one was pink in color. She depressed it’s trigger, and tossed it onto the bed in front of the protesting woman. Pop! it went off. Soon the room was filled with a fine mist. Talyn was protected from the fogger by the built in air filtration system of her smartsuit. She knew that if she could smell the rooms air right now, it would have the faint sent of roses.
Tammy had screamed when the fogger went off, and was now frantically trying to escape the room. Clearly her loyalty to Charles was forgotten. She made a bolt for the open door. The invisible intruder simply stepped in front of her, and put her hand out. Thump! In surprise, Tammy fell back to the bed.
“Calm down Tammy,” Talyn soothed. “The fogger won’t hurt you, it’s simply a neural induction mist. You know, like the ones you buy to learn a language, or some set of skills? They just write some information to your brain, and form some new connections. This one won’t even last. It’s effects will wear off in a few hours. But that should be long enough to get the information I want from you.” With that she poked Tammy in her stomach.
“Heh! oh! hehe hehe” squeaked the woman. “What did you do to me?”
“Nothing too radical, just adjusted your physical reaction structure on the neuron level. Your body is a lot more sensitive now. Everything will probably tickle... but it will also make you hornier then you’ve ever been. Soon you’ll be quite helpless with excitement and laughter.” answered Talyn. “The rose scent seems to be some odd mental feedback into the part of your brain that figures out smells. Guess the inventor liked it, and left it in. Nice isn’t it? I have an antidote if you want it. Just tell me the safe’s pass code.”
“Noooo! teehee. I can’t tell you! hehe, Charles would be so, heh, MAD!” The socialite tittered.
“Then I guess we’ll just have to wait a bit then.” Talyn, still invisible, scratched her fingers down Tammy’s foot.
“AH!!!!!! Oh HeeeeeHeeeeee! ah hehe heheeh! hee heee!” laughed Tammy, pulling her foot in quickly. “Ummmmmmm!” Along came a wave of sexual feedback, causing her to fall back onto her back again, surprised by the feeling. “That was, hehhehe GOOOD! ah hehe.” She had cupped her breasts and had begun to stroke her own nipples.
“See it’s not so bad is it Tammy?” taunted Talyn, deciding to wait until the woman was in a frenzy to start the real torture. A stray thought crossed her mind. Good old Chuck had to have taken a pretty good dose in his air permeable shell. She hoped that he’d had a sleep hard-on when she got him, or things might get a bit uncomfortable for him in there. It made her chuckle. She’d had the pleasure of suffering under this stuff once, and still had hopes of catching her lover Don with it someday. Alas, her partner always seemed one step ahead of her in such games.
While Talyn had let her thoughts wander, the pink haired woman had shamelessly managed to work herself into quite a aroused state. Tammy was tugging on one nipple with her right hand, while her left had vanished under her pajama bottoms, and she was busily moving herself towards a climax. “Ahhhh mmmmeee Oh heee hheeee! mmmmm! hehe hahahahaha! mmmmmmm! heh! hehe! oh! heh ehhe! ah! ah! ohhhh!”
Grabbing the woman’s wrists, Talyn yanked them away from their pleasurable tasks. “No more of that for you. This isn’t supposed to be THAT fun! At least not yet!”
“Nooo! let me gooo! hehe! ohhh! got to finish!!! he hehehe!” complained the aroused woman. But she had already had lost a lot of her strength to the mist induced laughter. Talyn easily held her arms together over her head, and against the beds headboard. With a quick spray from another small handy canister she’d brought, a glob of gray foam appeared around Tammy’s wrists. It quickly set into ferro-concrete hardness, firmly bonded to the headboard, tight as handcuffs might have been. Tammy was not going to go anyplace now, or use her hands for anything.
Even with her hands lost, Tammy was still busy. She rubbed her silk clad legs together setting off another wave of feedback in her body. “AH!! hehehhe hehe! oh heheh, hehhe! mmmmmmm! yessss!, hehe! oh hehehehe!”
“You are such a pain!” snapped Talyn, with a hint of amusement in the woman’s attempts to self pleasure. She’d done the exact same thing. She grabbed an ankle, and foamed it to the bed, and quickly repeated the process on the other. “Oh bother. I forgot the pajama bottoms.” she chided herself. She yanked the garment down off Tammy’s hips, leaving it stretched between the wriggling woman’s knees. With a flex of her pinky and index fingers in tandem, the smartsuit extruded a small blade from the back of it’s knuckle. Barely a molecule thick, it easily sliced through the crotch of the silk night garment, leaving it in two pieces. She skinned them each down to the woman’s trapped ankles.
“Ohhhh ummmm ahahhaha hehehhehee he he teehee heheee!” laughed Tammy in response to Tayln’s actions. Her hips thrusting wantonly. Talyn noted that Tammy’s pubic hair, matched the bright pink she wore on her head. “Consistent at least.” she thought, as she subvocally keyed the smartsuit to visible. She flickered into view, as a flat black silhouette.
While Tammy chuckled and moaned, her tormenter sat next to her and said, “Last chance Tammy. The pass phrase now. You give it to me, I’ll get you off, and leave. You don’t and...” she wiggled her fingers in front of the woman's face.
“Noooooooooo! Dooooon’t! Heheheh! hehheeh! I can’t! hehe! hee hehe!” Tammy begged.
With a shrug, Talyn began to tickle away at Tammy’s trapped soles. The woman screamed and dissolved into totally incoherent laughter and moans. Her toes flexed and splayed, her feet danced in unsuccessful attempts to escape. “Ehaaaaahhhh! HE HE! HAHAHAHAH! Ohhhhhh! HA AH AH AHHA HA! UHHHHHHH! OOOOOO! HAHAHA!”
Cradling her chin in one of her hands, while tickling away with the other, Talyn watched her prisoner writhe with casual interest. She imagined that she looked like a shadow crouched at the foot of the bed. “Like some night creature from an ancient legend.” That thought amused her. “A night shadow is so much more exotic then plain old Marta-lynn Lufast.” Talyn thought. Her parents had produced her during the big Eastern cultural fad that had swept the planet a few decades back, and like uncountable other parents then, they had picked a oriental genotype for her. They had it tweaked, and modified like most. “Made me tall, a bit busty, not too much thank god. But I just look mostly like every fifth or sixth woman my age I meet.” She tickled a bit more fiercely as her emotions flickered through annoyance and anger at her parents.
Tammy was too far gone to notice the greater attention. Tears poured down her cheeks, as her head shook back and forth. Her breasts flopped first to one side, then the other, as they bounced and shook with her peals of laughter. The very motion of them stimulated her more, and added to the frenzy. “OHHHHHHHH! HAHAHAHA! UHHHHHH! EEEEHEHEHEHEH! HHEHEEH! EEEEEEHHEHEHEHEH! UHHHHHH!”
Though Talyn had stopped her tickling, the woman’s laughter, and sounds of pleasure, continued for the better part of a quarter hour before starting to wind down to a point where she could form coherent words. While she waited, the shadowed thief poked about the bedroom, and amused herself looking through Tammy’s wardrobe. While she found most of the clothing to be unredeemingly trashy, the woman’s taste in under things was good.
“Pleeeeese! hehehe! ummmmm!” cried out Tammy drawing Talyn’s attention back to her, and away from a intricate pair of lace stockings.
“Ready to share some info Tammy?” asked Talyn. She had the suit modulate her voice so it sounded even more wispy and ghostly, more like she thought a night-shadow might. “Or do we need to do that again?”
“Ghhhhhh! I caaaaan’t! teeeheeee!” Tears were freely flowing down the pink haired woman's face. “He’lllllll beeeee mad! tehehehee! Oh Please!”
“Your choice.” The night-shadow reached up and grasped the two rigidly hard nipples, and pulled them up, stretching them out, as they took some of the weight of the mighty orbs they topped. Talyn gently began to shake her hands.
“Ohhhhhh myyyyyyy! GEHHHHHHH! teeehehehe! OHHHHHHH! AHHHHHH! hehehe! HEHE! UMMMMMMM!” Tammy descended into lust once more. To add to the action, Talyn then dropped the boobs, and began a ten fingered assault on Tammy’s arm pits. The screams of laughter were loud enough that she had to mute them a bit with the smartsuits audio filters.
While she waited for this wave of laughter and passion to pass, she stalked about the apartment unit. While she was poking about the offices computer system a cat padded into the room, sat near the door and looked at her. It chirped “food?” Talyn looked up. “food now?” the cat repeated.
“Do you know the pass code?” Talyn joked. The cat only returned an unamused look at her. “hungry!” it yowled.
“Like you get feed at,” she checked the suits internal clock, “3 A.M. every day.” None the less, she got up, and walked to the apartments kitchen area. She manually keyed the maker to produce a big bowl of turkey bits. “Here you go.” she said, setting it on the floor. The cat dug in with a vengeance, loosing interest in her. “You’re welcome.” Talyn sarcastically shot at the beast as she wandered back towards the bedroom.
Tammy had wound down again and was once more giggling softly, and pumping her pelvis up and down. On seeing Talyn she immediately began talking. “It’s ‘to each...heheh! teehhee! ‘To each hehe! comes their due!’ teeehehe! ‘To each comes their due!’ ohhhhhh! that’s it! that's it! fuck me! oh pleeeese! hehhehehe!”
Without answering, Talyn left the bedroom, and walked back to the office. There she said “To each comes their due.” using the smartsuit voice filters to mimic Tammy. The safe clicked, and the door cycled open smoothly. She quickly sorted through the contents. Some papers, probably contracts. Numerous data cubes, and information storage mediums. Out of curiosity she popped a cube into the offices desk system. A three dimensional color image formed on the desks center. As she expected it was Chuck banging away at Tammy. “Oh I’m soooo shocked!” she joked, throwing her forearm to her forehead in mock horror. “They always put the home made porn in the safe....” Back at the safe, she pulled out a few coins. Studying them she decided they were originals, not fabbed copies. “Nice.” she said. But not what she was looking for. She set them aside. In a small pouch she found some jewels. She studied them with a practiced eye. Once more she was impressed with the fact that they were natural, once more she set them aside. In the next pouch she found what she had come for. A small jade tiger. 16th century she estimated. Definitely an original. It’s molecular ID tag confirmed it to her hand scanner. She placed it back in it’s pouch and dropped the package into a pocket at the small of her back. From another pocket she produced a small black orb with a silver swirl through it. It was maker-made. Onyx, with a silver induced imperfection. She dropped it into the safe ‘signing’ her work. Then strode back to the bedroom.
“Please.... hehehe. Please....hehehe” begged Tammy.
“You were honest with me Tammy,” said Talyn, “so you get a reward.” Unclipping another aerosol can from her belt, she sprayed Tammy’s dripping pussy from top to bottom with a concentrated blast of unmoderated Durastym.
“OHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! Heheheheh! GHAAAAAAAAAAA! YEEEEEEEEES! OGGGGHAAAAAADDD! Heheheheeh!” Screamed and bucked the woman as she came almost immediately.
Knowing that she should have said it before she sprayed the woman, Talyn spoke anyway. “The bonds will dissolve in about two hours. The sensitivity mist will have worn off by then. You can free him with any solvent, or it will break down on it’s own in three hours or so.” She then keyed the suit to Cammo-mode again, and vanished. She walked from the room, and out the apartments front door. The sound of Tammy screaming in pleasure was the last thing she heard from the apartment as the door slid shut. “She’ll remember tonight I wager.” thought the thief. “A few hours of orgasms should satisfy for a bit.”
Using a combination of drop tubes, and traditional stairs, she was back to the street in under a quarter hour. She entered the nearest sub station, and slipped into the next pod that arrived. Remaining invisible, she picked a quiet corner of the pod, where none of the other passengers would bump into her by accident. She repeated the process three more times, taking an express halfway to Washington, before doubling back to New York City by a random route. In a particularly packed pod, full of party happy teens, where her smartsuit’s scans, showed no cam’s active in her general direction, she had the suit extrude a cloak to cover her attached gear. She then crouched down below the mass off the people, doffed the hood, and allowed the suit to slowly phase her back into view. No one noticed. She quickly set the cloak to be party bright blue with a subvocalization, and ran her hands through her matted glossy black hair to fluff it out. The shiny shock of it, that was organic silver, hung before her eyes for a second, before she pushed it aside, and shook it all into a comfortable position. She smiled at a cute guy whom was looking her way. He quickly looked away, embarrassed at being caught staring. “I could eat you up, I’m so hot right now.” she thought, fiercely aware of her arousal.
She was back to the loft in under twenty minutes. No one was in the living room as she palmed in. She was almost panting with excitement as the reality of her evenings accomplishment started to hit home. “I did it!” she thought in pleasure. “Don better be awake like he promised!” was the next thought.
And indeed he was. Don was nude, laying on their bed, watching a piece being broadcast from a orbital community when she entered their room. His eyes turned to her.
“How’d it go Tay?”
“Got it!” she smiled, producing the pouch and carefully removing the tiger to show him. He took it into his hands very gently.
“Very nice Tay. Very Very nice. I think this is the best one you’ve gotten yet.” He said as he studied it. “Better then the horse from last spring even.”
Talyn had skinned out of her smartsuit as he talked, her willowy body had a faint sheen of sweat highlighting it’s natural golden tone. “I know!” she enthusiastically answered. “There was a small hitch, but nothing too bad. I’ll tell you later.” Taking the jade tiger from his hands, she placed it on her dressing table. There would be time enough to place it with the others tomorrow. Now it was time to have herself fucked silly by the man she loved.
The pair was still awake and cuddling together several hours later, chatting when across the cities newsfeeds a new story began to break. Having set their system to look for certain items, they watched as articles began to be posted.
“Cat burglar strikes again!”
“Rare priceless statue stolen!”
“Daring robbery! Stunningly executed! Crime with style!”
“The Onyx Shadow strikes again!”
The pair smiled at each other. He in pride at his lovers skill, she in personal satisfaction. “That’s The Onyx Night-Shadow” Talyn thought to herself with a smile.
To be continued in World of When Part 7
Myriads
Click a number to see each of the earlier parts 1 to 5: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5.
All content, characters, and settings are ©2002 to Myriad Worlds Incorporated. All rights reserved.
World of When
Part 6
Marta-lynn Lufast, or ‘Talyn’ to her closest friends, grinned as she looked down. She was hanging onto the side of a Manhattan apartment building, two hundred and thirty seven stories above street level. Her goal, almost reached, was less then ten feet above her. She reveled in the pure rush. The thrill of the climb had her keyed up. Everything was sharp and clear. The nighttime view of the city was spectacular, alive with light and life. She breathed out slowly to calm herself. “Focus girl! Now is not the time or place to be distracted.” she reminded herself.
From the tip of her toes, to the top of her head, Talyn was enclosed in a monofiber smartsuit. It was currently set to cammo-mode, rendering her invisible to any passing aircraft, random cams, detection equipment, or even the eyes of people in the building, who’s windows she happened to climb over. Molecular adhesion pads on the palms, wrists, knees, soles, and torso, allowed her to remain fixed to the slick side of the building. They were strong enough to hold her fast, even with the strong sheer winds that whipped about the tower, which would tear her off it, if given the chance.
Slowly she reached up, planted her left palm, keyed it to adhere, and tested it carefully. It took her weight with no problem. With a flex of her toes, she destuck her right foot, and moved it higher, and re-stuck it. She then shifted her right palm up, and so on. In this steady fashion, she covered the distance to the window that was her target in no time at all.
Reaching around to a pouch on her right hip, she produced a small aerosol can, checking to see that she was using the red colored end, she sprayed a three foot circle of the window with it. Immediately, the treated area of the window’s material began to bubble and sag, and with a soft plop, fell into the apartment.
Reversing the can, the invisible woman sprayed the edges of the new circle with a different spray from the blue capped end, this rendered any remaining traces of the first treatment inert.
Talyn gripped the edge of the hole with both hands, destuck her feet, and knees, and flipped herself into the interior of the breached apartment, landing silently on her feet, with cat like grace.
Quickly she pulled a small square of material from another pouch, this one on her left arm. Grabbing it’s edges she pulled, stretching it. She repeated the short, sharp, pulling actions until the material had become large enough to cover the entrance she had so recently made. Placing it over the hole, she tapped a section near the edge, and the material merged with the window under it, sealing the gap tight.
Talyn then settled back into a crouch, and took another moment to center herself, and access her progress. “No screaming alarms, good. No AI bitching at me, good. The hack is solid and working. The apartment clearly doesn’t know I’m here.” Even so, she decided to leave her suit in Cammo-mode. “Never know what passive cam systems might be about. It wouldn’t do to have my face recorded.”
She took her first solid look about the room she was in, her smartsuit providing a bright color correct view, making it seem as if it were high noon light wise. She quickly oriented herself. The room she wanted, the office, was to the left, down a short hall. Talyn made her way to it.
The office was large and sumptuous. Commanding the space, was a huge antique desk, the walls seemed to be paneled in what looked to be real wood, authentic looking oriental carpets crushed softly underfoot. Shelves filled with expensive curios lined the walls. She scanned over them quickly. “Not here, not there, not there, not here.” she rattled off in her mind. “Hidden. No surprise.”
From a belt pouch, she produced a small gun shaped object that ended in two small curved tines. Pulling the tool’s trigger, she began to slowly pass it over the room, her eyes glued to the graphical readout of flickering information that was being assembled from the sonic devices emissions.
“There you are my honorable foe.” Talyn noted, the device was indicating something odd behind a particularly horrid bronze statue of... well, she wasn’t sure WHAT it was.
She lifted the statue, and set it aside on the desk, giving it a glance of distaste, then examined the wall behind it. Within a small indentation, lay a button. She pushed it. Under her hood, she was smiling, as she watched a section of wall slide back, revealing a safe. What she next saw caused her hidden smile to fade. “Nine hells! It’s a audio safe, voice printed, not a palm scan one! A week of work in getting the owners palm print, so much wasted effort! Arrgh!” She took a cleansing breath to focus past her flash of anger. “I could mimic the voice with the suit, but what is the right pass phrase? Crap. Crap. Crap.”
Grabbing her can of dissolver, she gave the safe a solid spray. “Nothing” she noted, not surprised. The safe was hardened at the molecular level against such crude brute force entries.
“Ok.... on to plan C.” Talyn sighed, as she turned and made her way back to the apartments living room, scanning to the right, she saw the door she needed now. “Master bedroom is... there.”
Quietly she moved to, and tried the door, it was unlocked, and opened smoothly. Talyn slowly eased it wider. The sound of two sleeping people issued forth through the gap. Carefully Talyn slid into the room, and looked about. Asleep on the large bed which dominated the space, were a couple. He was nude, on his stomach. Talyn admired the tight ass that he unknowingly was showing off to her. Next to him, laying on her back, wearing only pink silk pajama bottoms, was the woman of the house. Large breasts rose and fell with her breathing. Her long bright pink hair was fanned back on her pillow.
“Ugh! that color is nasty on her, and the jugs are at least two or three sizes too big for her frame.” critiqued the invader to herself. “If you are going to go through the annoyance and troubles of self modification, at least do it right! For crimes against taste, I choose you!” she announced in her mind.
From a belt pouch, Talyn pulled a ball about an inch in diameter, depressed a bump on it, and tossed it onto the sleeping man’s back. Blap! The ball exploded on contact, a silvery ooze issuing forth. Almost as if it had a mind of it’s own, the liquid ran across the man’s form, and before he could even react to the sound of it’s containers explosion, he was coated in a shell of hardened metal. He was not going to move until it was removed, or six hours passed. Talyn found his silvered ass even cuter then before.
Still invisible, Talyn noted that Madam big boobs was awake, and looking surprised. “Charles? Charles! What is it???? Charles!” an edge of hysteria filled the woman’s voice.
“Chuck will be just fine. That shell is air permeable. He just can’t move or hear us. Any simple solvent will free him.” said Talyn.
Looking about in panic for the source of the voice she had head, the seminude woman demanded information with a frightened tone. “Who are you? What do you want? Where are you? Don’t hurt us!” Her head darted from side to side, looking.
Calmly Talyn said, “Mrs. Luccis, Tammy if I may, if you give me the pass phrase for the wall safe in the study, I’ll be gone before you know it. It’s all I want, I mean no harm.”
“I won’t tell you. I don’t know it.” answered the woman. She had crossed her arms across her chest defensively. “Sally! Help! Help! Intruder!” she screamed.
The apartments AI did not respond. “Sally is a bit preoccupied with a fractal viral infection right now Mrs. Luccis. It won’t be doing anything for you, for a few hours at least. And even then, I bet link calls will be a bit beyond it.” spoke Talyn from the the foot of the bed. “And I think you do know the pass phrase. Do I need to persuade you to tell me?”
Tammy had backed up until her back was against the bed’s headboard. Her eye’s wide, she refused again. “No! No! I won’t tell you! Leave me alone!”
Talyn pulled another sphere from a pocket. This one was pink in color. She depressed it’s trigger, and tossed it onto the bed in front of the protesting woman. Pop! it went off. Soon the room was filled with a fine mist. Talyn was protected from the fogger by the built in air filtration system of her smartsuit. She knew that if she could smell the rooms air right now, it would have the faint sent of roses.
Tammy had screamed when the fogger went off, and was now frantically trying to escape the room. Clearly her loyalty to Charles was forgotten. She made a bolt for the open door. The invisible intruder simply stepped in front of her, and put her hand out. Thump! In surprise, Tammy fell back to the bed.
“Calm down Tammy,” Talyn soothed. “The fogger won’t hurt you, it’s simply a neural induction mist. You know, like the ones you buy to learn a language, or some set of skills? They just write some information to your brain, and form some new connections. This one won’t even last. It’s effects will wear off in a few hours. But that should be long enough to get the information I want from you.” With that she poked Tammy in her stomach.
“Heh! oh! hehe hehe” squeaked the woman. “What did you do to me?”
“Nothing too radical, just adjusted your physical reaction structure on the neuron level. Your body is a lot more sensitive now. Everything will probably tickle... but it will also make you hornier then you’ve ever been. Soon you’ll be quite helpless with excitement and laughter.” answered Talyn. “The rose scent seems to be some odd mental feedback into the part of your brain that figures out smells. Guess the inventor liked it, and left it in. Nice isn’t it? I have an antidote if you want it. Just tell me the safe’s pass code.”
“Noooo! teehee. I can’t tell you! hehe, Charles would be so, heh, MAD!” The socialite tittered.
“Then I guess we’ll just have to wait a bit then.” Talyn, still invisible, scratched her fingers down Tammy’s foot.
“AH!!!!!! Oh HeeeeeHeeeeee! ah hehe heheeh! hee heee!” laughed Tammy, pulling her foot in quickly. “Ummmmmmm!” Along came a wave of sexual feedback, causing her to fall back onto her back again, surprised by the feeling. “That was, hehhehe GOOOD! ah hehe.” She had cupped her breasts and had begun to stroke her own nipples.
“See it’s not so bad is it Tammy?” taunted Talyn, deciding to wait until the woman was in a frenzy to start the real torture. A stray thought crossed her mind. Good old Chuck had to have taken a pretty good dose in his air permeable shell. She hoped that he’d had a sleep hard-on when she got him, or things might get a bit uncomfortable for him in there. It made her chuckle. She’d had the pleasure of suffering under this stuff once, and still had hopes of catching her lover Don with it someday. Alas, her partner always seemed one step ahead of her in such games.
While Talyn had let her thoughts wander, the pink haired woman had shamelessly managed to work herself into quite a aroused state. Tammy was tugging on one nipple with her right hand, while her left had vanished under her pajama bottoms, and she was busily moving herself towards a climax. “Ahhhh mmmmeee Oh heee hheeee! mmmmm! hehe hahahahaha! mmmmmmm! heh! hehe! oh! heh ehhe! ah! ah! ohhhh!”
Grabbing the woman’s wrists, Talyn yanked them away from their pleasurable tasks. “No more of that for you. This isn’t supposed to be THAT fun! At least not yet!”
“Nooo! let me gooo! hehe! ohhh! got to finish!!! he hehehe!” complained the aroused woman. But she had already had lost a lot of her strength to the mist induced laughter. Talyn easily held her arms together over her head, and against the beds headboard. With a quick spray from another small handy canister she’d brought, a glob of gray foam appeared around Tammy’s wrists. It quickly set into ferro-concrete hardness, firmly bonded to the headboard, tight as handcuffs might have been. Tammy was not going to go anyplace now, or use her hands for anything.
Even with her hands lost, Tammy was still busy. She rubbed her silk clad legs together setting off another wave of feedback in her body. “AH!! hehehhe hehe! oh heheh, hehhe! mmmmmmm! yessss!, hehe! oh hehehehe!”
“You are such a pain!” snapped Talyn, with a hint of amusement in the woman’s attempts to self pleasure. She’d done the exact same thing. She grabbed an ankle, and foamed it to the bed, and quickly repeated the process on the other. “Oh bother. I forgot the pajama bottoms.” she chided herself. She yanked the garment down off Tammy’s hips, leaving it stretched between the wriggling woman’s knees. With a flex of her pinky and index fingers in tandem, the smartsuit extruded a small blade from the back of it’s knuckle. Barely a molecule thick, it easily sliced through the crotch of the silk night garment, leaving it in two pieces. She skinned them each down to the woman’s trapped ankles.
“Ohhhh ummmm ahahhaha hehehhehee he he teehee heheee!” laughed Tammy in response to Tayln’s actions. Her hips thrusting wantonly. Talyn noted that Tammy’s pubic hair, matched the bright pink she wore on her head. “Consistent at least.” she thought, as she subvocally keyed the smartsuit to visible. She flickered into view, as a flat black silhouette.
While Tammy chuckled and moaned, her tormenter sat next to her and said, “Last chance Tammy. The pass phrase now. You give it to me, I’ll get you off, and leave. You don’t and...” she wiggled her fingers in front of the woman's face.
“Noooooooooo! Dooooon’t! Heheheh! hehheeh! I can’t! hehe! hee hehe!” Tammy begged.
With a shrug, Talyn began to tickle away at Tammy’s trapped soles. The woman screamed and dissolved into totally incoherent laughter and moans. Her toes flexed and splayed, her feet danced in unsuccessful attempts to escape. “Ehaaaaahhhh! HE HE! HAHAHAHAH! Ohhhhhh! HA AH AH AHHA HA! UHHHHHHH! OOOOOO! HAHAHA!”
Cradling her chin in one of her hands, while tickling away with the other, Talyn watched her prisoner writhe with casual interest. She imagined that she looked like a shadow crouched at the foot of the bed. “Like some night creature from an ancient legend.” That thought amused her. “A night shadow is so much more exotic then plain old Marta-lynn Lufast.” Talyn thought. Her parents had produced her during the big Eastern cultural fad that had swept the planet a few decades back, and like uncountable other parents then, they had picked a oriental genotype for her. They had it tweaked, and modified like most. “Made me tall, a bit busty, not too much thank god. But I just look mostly like every fifth or sixth woman my age I meet.” She tickled a bit more fiercely as her emotions flickered through annoyance and anger at her parents.
Tammy was too far gone to notice the greater attention. Tears poured down her cheeks, as her head shook back and forth. Her breasts flopped first to one side, then the other, as they bounced and shook with her peals of laughter. The very motion of them stimulated her more, and added to the frenzy. “OHHHHHHHH! HAHAHAHA! UHHHHHH! EEEEHEHEHEHEH! HHEHEEH! EEEEEEHHEHEHEHEH! UHHHHHH!”
Though Talyn had stopped her tickling, the woman’s laughter, and sounds of pleasure, continued for the better part of a quarter hour before starting to wind down to a point where she could form coherent words. While she waited, the shadowed thief poked about the bedroom, and amused herself looking through Tammy’s wardrobe. While she found most of the clothing to be unredeemingly trashy, the woman’s taste in under things was good.
“Pleeeeese! hehehe! ummmmm!” cried out Tammy drawing Talyn’s attention back to her, and away from a intricate pair of lace stockings.
“Ready to share some info Tammy?” asked Talyn. She had the suit modulate her voice so it sounded even more wispy and ghostly, more like she thought a night-shadow might. “Or do we need to do that again?”
“Ghhhhhh! I caaaaan’t! teeeheeee!” Tears were freely flowing down the pink haired woman's face. “He’lllllll beeeee mad! tehehehee! Oh Please!”
“Your choice.” The night-shadow reached up and grasped the two rigidly hard nipples, and pulled them up, stretching them out, as they took some of the weight of the mighty orbs they topped. Talyn gently began to shake her hands.
“Ohhhhhh myyyyyyy! GEHHHHHHH! teeehehehe! OHHHHHHH! AHHHHHH! hehehe! HEHE! UMMMMMMM!” Tammy descended into lust once more. To add to the action, Talyn then dropped the boobs, and began a ten fingered assault on Tammy’s arm pits. The screams of laughter were loud enough that she had to mute them a bit with the smartsuits audio filters.
While she waited for this wave of laughter and passion to pass, she stalked about the apartment unit. While she was poking about the offices computer system a cat padded into the room, sat near the door and looked at her. It chirped “food?” Talyn looked up. “food now?” the cat repeated.
“Do you know the pass code?” Talyn joked. The cat only returned an unamused look at her. “hungry!” it yowled.
“Like you get feed at,” she checked the suits internal clock, “3 A.M. every day.” None the less, she got up, and walked to the apartments kitchen area. She manually keyed the maker to produce a big bowl of turkey bits. “Here you go.” she said, setting it on the floor. The cat dug in with a vengeance, loosing interest in her. “You’re welcome.” Talyn sarcastically shot at the beast as she wandered back towards the bedroom.
Tammy had wound down again and was once more giggling softly, and pumping her pelvis up and down. On seeing Talyn she immediately began talking. “It’s ‘to each...heheh! teehhee! ‘To each hehe! comes their due!’ teeehehe! ‘To each comes their due!’ ohhhhhh! that’s it! that's it! fuck me! oh pleeeese! hehhehehe!”
Without answering, Talyn left the bedroom, and walked back to the office. There she said “To each comes their due.” using the smartsuit voice filters to mimic Tammy. The safe clicked, and the door cycled open smoothly. She quickly sorted through the contents. Some papers, probably contracts. Numerous data cubes, and information storage mediums. Out of curiosity she popped a cube into the offices desk system. A three dimensional color image formed on the desks center. As she expected it was Chuck banging away at Tammy. “Oh I’m soooo shocked!” she joked, throwing her forearm to her forehead in mock horror. “They always put the home made porn in the safe....” Back at the safe, she pulled out a few coins. Studying them she decided they were originals, not fabbed copies. “Nice.” she said. But not what she was looking for. She set them aside. In a small pouch she found some jewels. She studied them with a practiced eye. Once more she was impressed with the fact that they were natural, once more she set them aside. In the next pouch she found what she had come for. A small jade tiger. 16th century she estimated. Definitely an original. It’s molecular ID tag confirmed it to her hand scanner. She placed it back in it’s pouch and dropped the package into a pocket at the small of her back. From another pocket she produced a small black orb with a silver swirl through it. It was maker-made. Onyx, with a silver induced imperfection. She dropped it into the safe ‘signing’ her work. Then strode back to the bedroom.
“Please.... hehehe. Please....hehehe” begged Tammy.
“You were honest with me Tammy,” said Talyn, “so you get a reward.” Unclipping another aerosol can from her belt, she sprayed Tammy’s dripping pussy from top to bottom with a concentrated blast of unmoderated Durastym.
“OHHHHH! AHHHHHHH! Heheheheh! GHAAAAAAAAAAA! YEEEEEEEEES! OGGGGHAAAAAADDD! Heheheheeh!” Screamed and bucked the woman as she came almost immediately.
Knowing that she should have said it before she sprayed the woman, Talyn spoke anyway. “The bonds will dissolve in about two hours. The sensitivity mist will have worn off by then. You can free him with any solvent, or it will break down on it’s own in three hours or so.” She then keyed the suit to Cammo-mode again, and vanished. She walked from the room, and out the apartments front door. The sound of Tammy screaming in pleasure was the last thing she heard from the apartment as the door slid shut. “She’ll remember tonight I wager.” thought the thief. “A few hours of orgasms should satisfy for a bit.”
Using a combination of drop tubes, and traditional stairs, she was back to the street in under a quarter hour. She entered the nearest sub station, and slipped into the next pod that arrived. Remaining invisible, she picked a quiet corner of the pod, where none of the other passengers would bump into her by accident. She repeated the process three more times, taking an express halfway to Washington, before doubling back to New York City by a random route. In a particularly packed pod, full of party happy teens, where her smartsuit’s scans, showed no cam’s active in her general direction, she had the suit extrude a cloak to cover her attached gear. She then crouched down below the mass off the people, doffed the hood, and allowed the suit to slowly phase her back into view. No one noticed. She quickly set the cloak to be party bright blue with a subvocalization, and ran her hands through her matted glossy black hair to fluff it out. The shiny shock of it, that was organic silver, hung before her eyes for a second, before she pushed it aside, and shook it all into a comfortable position. She smiled at a cute guy whom was looking her way. He quickly looked away, embarrassed at being caught staring. “I could eat you up, I’m so hot right now.” she thought, fiercely aware of her arousal.
She was back to the loft in under twenty minutes. No one was in the living room as she palmed in. She was almost panting with excitement as the reality of her evenings accomplishment started to hit home. “I did it!” she thought in pleasure. “Don better be awake like he promised!” was the next thought.
And indeed he was. Don was nude, laying on their bed, watching a piece being broadcast from a orbital community when she entered their room. His eyes turned to her.
“How’d it go Tay?”
“Got it!” she smiled, producing the pouch and carefully removing the tiger to show him. He took it into his hands very gently.
“Very nice Tay. Very Very nice. I think this is the best one you’ve gotten yet.” He said as he studied it. “Better then the horse from last spring even.”
Talyn had skinned out of her smartsuit as he talked, her willowy body had a faint sheen of sweat highlighting it’s natural golden tone. “I know!” she enthusiastically answered. “There was a small hitch, but nothing too bad. I’ll tell you later.” Taking the jade tiger from his hands, she placed it on her dressing table. There would be time enough to place it with the others tomorrow. Now it was time to have herself fucked silly by the man she loved.
The pair was still awake and cuddling together several hours later, chatting when across the cities newsfeeds a new story began to break. Having set their system to look for certain items, they watched as articles began to be posted.
“Cat burglar strikes again!”
“Rare priceless statue stolen!”
“Daring robbery! Stunningly executed! Crime with style!”
“The Onyx Shadow strikes again!”
The pair smiled at each other. He in pride at his lovers skill, she in personal satisfaction. “That’s The Onyx Night-Shadow” Talyn thought to herself with a smile.
To be continued in World of When Part 7
