Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.1: The Chang Case Part 2

Case File 2.1: The Chang Case Part 2 Classified: For Official Use Only The woman in the black dress looks at me with a laugh that borders on madness. She is strangling a long-haired brunette woman, effortlessly holding her nearly twenty inches off the ground. The brunette struggles to twist free from the grip but grows weaker by the second. It dawns on me that she must be a "Boomer"—this could turn ugly fast. I repeat my demand with greater emphasis. Hana: Let go of that woman—immediately! I aim my pistol right between her eyes. Time seems to slow to a crawl as my index finger—which had been resting straight along the slide—curls around the trigger. And slowly begins to pull it back. Brian: Amber! That’s enough! Let her go! Amber: As you wish, Sir. The man in the suit with the slicked-back black hair brooks no argument. Her grip loosens, and the brunette slumps to the floor; my grip on the trigger relaxes, and I breathe a sigh of relief. The brunette lies on the ground, gasping for breath, clutching at the throat where she had been strangled just seconds before. A strange scene unfolds before me: three women—two on the ground, and the third looking on with concern. And then, that devil of a woman. She has raised her hand in a placating gesture. Amber: Do your job and remove the disruptive elements, Officer. Hana: Detective! I don't take orders from you. You’d be better off watching out so I don't arrest *you* for assault and resisting arrest! Brian: I think my bodyguard got a little carried away. Priss: Got carried away? That bitch nearly killed me! Brian: Detective, would you kindly reprimand this vulgar woman? My presence is required elsewhere. Amber—come on, let's go. He makes no secret of the fact that he considers us all beneath his level. Both of them turn around and walk away without another word. Before stepping into the elevator, she turns back one last time, flashing the most wicked smile I have ever seen. I walk over to the woman who was knocked down by the bodyguard. She has injuries to her face and legs resulting from the fall. She still seems shaken; I gently place a hand on her head before helping her to her feet. Hana: Are you two okay? Irene: ... Priss: Could be better. Shit. I address the third woman. Hana: Hey, you. Would you please take these two outside and wait for me there? I still have some questions for you all. Linna: Oh, yeah, sure. She takes the other two in tow and leaves the building. I head to the reception desk and try to find out who that guy was. Meanwhile, in the elevator... Brian: Amber, what am I going to do with you? Your behavior really turns me on. Amber. Even though she is just a machine, her model is capable of sexual acts. She is already kneeling before me as I free my cock from my pants and slap it against her face. She extends her tongue and licks my shaft all the way up to the glans—a sensation that arouses me, especially when I think about how she just wrecked those two sluts. Amber opens her mouth and takes my glans inside. Her tongue is driving me wild; I grab her head and thrust my cock deep into her throat—again and again. Who needs real women, anyway? She doesn't need to breathe or swallow. I can do whatever I want with her. With a chime, the elevator signals that we have arrived at the penthouse. I pull out of her throat, take her hand, and lead her to the couch. She pushes me down onto the couch, lifts her dress, and sits down backward on top of me. As she does so, she guides my cock into her anus. God, it feels so real—without the downsides. The built-in lube pump does a fantastic job. I thrust hard into it until I can't hold back anymore and I come. Brian: Amber, you will take care of these women! Amber: With pleasure, Sir. You reached the end of this file. Don't forget to close it if you are finished.