Arc 13 Battle of Bronson City

Chapter 1

"Vesper, what should we do with your latest prize?" asked Xava walking beside me.

"Prize?" I asked, a little confused. I don't recall receiving anything lately.

"Yes," she replied, "If you want to use her, I can prepare; if not, I will harvest her DNA for later use before extensive interrogation and disposal."

"Who? What are you talking about?" Now I was even more confused.

"Light Fly."

"Oh, her. Hmmm. I'm unsure if I want to fuck her, although babies with laser beams sound fun. Not sure she would agree to get taken to pound town and stuffed like a turkey. I mean, I don't really like forcing people. Does she need to be tortured? That is a little extreme, don't you think?"

Xava gave me a sideways glance, "Vesper, you have forcibly bred several people already. Don't tell me you are naive enough not to think you have brutally violated people."

"That's… huh, who besides Nightmare are you talking about?"

"Are you serious?"

I stopped, looking down at her quizzically, "Yeah?"

"Vesper. Do you not understand what you have been doing to people? Tell me what the hell you think you have been doing."

I scratched my chin, rubbing it lightly as I closed my eyes to think, "Well, let's see. Glitter Kitten, Den Mother, Thumper, and some other Mad Dogs chose to be my pets and breeding bitches. As for Slither and Bubbles, instead of killing them, I subdued them, and they submitted to me, becoming my pets and breeding bitches. I suppose they are all Incubators. Let's see, other than that, it is only you, and you are my mate and lover."

"That is a rather innocent way of looking at it. Might I remind you that the subduing you speak of was torture and rape until they broke?"

"Torture? I didn't hurt them, though. Slither got cattle prodded a bit, but that was about it."

"Vesper, they were drugged, restrained, tormented by my machines until they were begging for it to stop. Slither had her fangs removed as well."

"True," I said, tilting my head, "But they are much happier now, are they not? I mean, Slither is positively glowing whenever I play with her. I think what we did was much nicer to them than killing them, and I can think of much worse things to do to them than what we did."

"As long you acknowledge that what we have been doing is ethically wrong, you can justify it as you please. I don't want you deluding yourself into thinking that turning people into incubators is good. Good on the moral compass; that is, shall we say, practicality it is excellent. We are Villians, so it doesn't matter; either way, I don't want you getting hurt thinking that we are the good people here. As for what we did to Nightmare, you can't justify that as anything other than revenge."

"Hmmm." I grumbled, "I said other than Nightmare. She deserved every bit of that and worse. I don't care if it was right or wrong, she fucking deserved that for killing Sunshine and all the fucked up shit she did."

"Good, we are on the same page on that. So, what should be done with Light Fly?"

"How is Light Fly doing? Last I recall, she was a bit mangled from the fight."

"She is stable. All life-threatening issues have been dealt with, and her arms have been removed to disable her powers."

"So you have disarmed her."

"Yes. She is unarmed."

I chuckled a little, "That is dark. Well, I suppose she deserves it, trying to kill us."

"I stopped feeling remorse long ago. Now then, Vesper, your decision?"

"Hmm," I mumbled. "Let's give her a look."

"Very well."

Xava led me along the white-walled corridors. This place was a bit of a labyrinth; the prison area was likely to make escape or rescue harder. Before long, we had arrived at the cell that housed the would-be hero. I peered in through the tinted glass.

Light Fly lay naked on the floor. She wasn't too bad looking now that the hero get-up was torn from her. Long, light, blonde hair draped the floor around where she lay motionless. She was situated on her side, facing away from the door. She was a little thing, well, little by my standards. She did have a nice ass from my view, toned and rounded. It was clear that she did work out a good bit or at the very least took her training seriously.

Xava opened the door, and I hunched on in, squeezing through the much smaller entrance. My head scraped the room's roof, emitting a loud metal screech. I bent lower to fit appropriately. My mass took up nearly half of the room.

Our entrance left the poor little fly squirming to escape. She crawled with her stumpy elbows dragging herself away to the back wall where she curled up into a fetal position crying.

"We really are the bad guys, aren't we?" I asked Xava seeing the pitiful thing quivering.

"Morally loose, yes. Though they did come here and pick a fight with us, so they shouldn't be expecting any mercy."

I rubbed my temple, "True. Still, this leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I mean, I was on that side not too long ago. For all we know, most of them are just scared and getting forced to come here by their higher-ups."

"Likely, but they still came. They might say the old I was just following orders excuse, but if you follow orders, you must deal with the consequence of those actions."

"Feels wrong, though. I can recall a good few times I was coerced into doing stuff I did not like."

"Vesper, don't let your conviction waver. We have things we must protect, and these do-gooders would not hesitate to destroy all that we hold dear. Imagine if they found your grubs, they would squish them and burn them or capture and dissect them."

"I won't let that happen," I growled, slamming my fist through the floor.

"There there, Vesper, we won't let them. They will die horribly."

"Why can't they just leave us alone? It is not like we were going to destroy the city or anything. Hell, they have done far more damage than we have."

"They fear us, Vesper, and their fear drives them to attack. That being said, their fears are justified when it comes to the others in the group, and we simply got caught up in it."

"After this nonsense, we should take over some remote island somewhere; that way, we can be left alone."

Xava thought on it, tilting her head. "That will take significant preparations and resources, and I doubt the local fauna or flora will be adequate to support you and your brood's appetite. We will need to set up a food production facility to accommodate the incubators and the growing grubs, as well as yourself. I will have Overseer set up some initial plans."

"It will be like a nice vacation; we can hang out on the beach," I smiled.

"Yes, that would be nice. Now then, what of Light Fly?"

"I suppose that is up to her," I said, gazing down at the shaking woman.

"What are you going to do to me?" asked Light Fly, pressed as far into the corner as she could get.

"Well, you see," I said frankly, "I want babies with laser beams. This means one way or another; you are going to have my babies. Now you can either submit to me and be an Incubator, or we will harvest your genes and dispose of you."

"WHAT?!" she yelled with equal parts fear and revolution.

"You heard me. Either you submit, and I pump you full of eggs, or we will get rid of you. I could think of some much worse things to do to you."

"You took my HANDS is that not enough for you?

"We can fix that. That is a temporary issue if you submit. If not, even if you somehow escaped, that would be something you will have to live with for the rest of your life."

"Just kill me and get it over with." She spat on my face. "I won't allow you to defile and deface me."

Mmm. My hand grasped her face squeezing it lightly, watching it contour and distort in pain.

"You won't allow me?" I asked. I leaned in, so my face pressed against hers, my predatory, demented smile spreading as my antenna wallowed in her fear. "You don't seem to understand what sort of situation you are in. You are at my mercy. I could do anything I want to you. Hell, if I wanted to, I could slam my giant wasp cock all the way through your body and fuck you to death if I so desired. You are powerless to stop me. Now choose your words wisely, unless you want me to use you like a cocksleeve until your body breaks apart and I feed you to my children."

"What is wrong with you? If I had known the villains were so fucked up here, we would have just nuked the whole fucking city!" she shrilly screamed as my claws cut her face from her attempts to struggle free.

I let go of her face, and the secondary hands slapped her across the face. I reigned in my anger a bit, "We should just kill her."

"Oh?" asked Xava tilting her head, "Don't want to break her?"

"I could, though I feel I will crush her by accident. Is there anything you wanted to do to her? If not, I will snap her in half and throw her in the dumpster out back."

Xava seemed thoughtful, observing the distressed and very wiggly woman. She pats one hand into her other, "Ah. I could try something on her. I have been meaning to test it on humans. It was distinctly hard to find test subjects without attracting unwanted attention. Now, there are plentiful subjects and no real oversite."

"What is it?" I asked.

"It is a cybernetic implant that is an offshoot of the cyber brain development. It is a neural dampener, and I call it Neural High-Jack, or NHJ. It is experimental, so likely to have lots of issues. A less developed but more stable module is in the Cyber Swat members."

"What does it do?"

"What it does is simple. However, how it does, is complex. It blocks the nervous system's access to the brain, more or less imprisoning the individual in their own body."

"So it paralyzes them."

"Yes and no. It is called a Neural High-Jack because it allows me to control their body remotely. It is theoretical, but I might be able to actually feel using an organic body, rather than the simulated stimuli I currently receive."

"Oh," I smiled, "that would be wonderful if you could get it working properly."

"Yes. I would be able to feel you properly, Vesper."

I plopped my giant hand onto Light Fly's head, "Do whatever you want or need. Even if this little fly expires, just harvest her genes for later use."

"As you desire, my love," Smiled Xava shyly.

What had just been discussed took a moment to process for Light Fly. The look of absolute horror that filled her as Xava smiled that plastic emotionless smile and raised her syringe gun was delightful.

"Sweet dreams, little fly," I laughed, standing, hitting my head awkwardly, and scuttling out of the room as Light Fly started screaming all manor of threats before she went silent. Xava's sleepy juice was not to be trifled with. I was happy not to be on the receiving end of that needle.

***

Xava gazed down at the weak organic; it had succumbed so quickly to the sedative. Several more Neon Nurses arrived, and the limp, unconscious body was lifted and transported to the medical ward for operation.

Xava lay Light Fly upon the cold, sterile table. Her back was exposed as the many different units assessed the subject. Robotic eyes scan over the body. Detailed diagrams and vast walls of text scrolled past Xava's vision as she lifted the scalpel to begin the operation. The first incision along the neck focused on the spine, pulling back the flesh to expose the bone and nerves.

A small, almost bug-like object passed from hand to hand until it arrived in Xava's waiting palm. It looked similar to pill bug, with segmented plates over the body of the machine and many leg-like feelers.

Xava lifted it, placing it in the unwilling patient's neck opening. It coiled, wrapping around the spinal cord. The feelers connected to the nerves, and Light Fly's body convulsed. Each new nerve connected to the machine caused her to shudder and flinch. Finally, it began to access the essential functions, Light Fly's heart stopped. Her breath seized.

Xava tilted her head, adjusting the readings and tampering with all manner of settings. Had it failed? Not yet. It could not fail just yet. The beeping had stopped leaving only the flat line of the sensors. Perhaps this subject had failed. It was experimental, after all. Many bugs and kinks in the programming to fix and adjust. The design was good, but perhaps she had overlooked something?

Pondering on it Xava began reassessing the procedure frame by frame of her many views. She paused, tiny tweezers emerging from her fingertip as she shifted two of the wires that connected the nerves to the device. A longer pause, followed by additional adjustments. That should be it.

What felt like an eternity of uncertainty if it had failed or not came to an end when Light Fly gasped. The heart monitors blipped and steadied as the NHJ took full control over Light Fly's body.

Xava began the next phase. Her control shifted from the mechanical body into Light Fly's supple, sensitive flesh. The sudden burst of stimuli made her scream in pain. Xava reeled back, pulling herself free from the fleshy body into her steel and circuits' cold and sure embrace.

Xava breathed heavily as her mind calmed. It had been too long, far too long since she had, felt. Truly, felt, well, anything. Her mind dragged up long forgotten memories of feelings, real senses. The air on her skin, running fingers through her hair. The warmth of flesh and the chill of a room. It had been so long since she had felt alive.

She remembered the withering of her frail flesh and the torment that it caused. The failure of the organic and the safety of the machine. The certainty of steel. Just a bit more. She could have both. Once the cyber brain was fully complete, with the Neural High-Jacks, it would be possible to truly live again rather than precariously balancing between living and subsisting on electrical impulses.

Xava held Light Fly's head, cradling it. This body would soon be hers. Its sensations, its feelings, finally she could feel Vesper. After a long pause, Xava sealed the neck leaving only a tiny bump on the back of the neck and light, faint discoloration of newly grown skin to cover the device.

Neon Nurses brought a pair of new forearms and hands, the cybernetic attachments were set in place before they fully integrated to their host. The sythetic merged with the organic connecting to the nervous system and what was damaged had been repair, to a degree. It was functional now.

The many Neon Nurses stepped back, and Xava activated the NHJ. Light Fly's body tensed, seizing up as its new owner acclimated herself to the unfamiliar senses. Wiggling her fingers and toes, muscle by muscle, she relearned how that all worked.

"Needs work, but it will do for now. The flesh is weak, but it has its purposes. Even if this one breaks, I can always find more. I should give it a test drive." Light Fly smiled coldly, lifting her hands up to the light. Xava relished the warmth of her body beating with a heart not made of metal.