I sat on the edge of the makeshift bed for a long time, staring at the locked toilet door. The faint, broken sobbing from inside had finally quieted into occasional weak whimpers, but the sound still lingered in my head like a bad echo. Skylar was in there — my perfect, lying ex-wife — reduced to a sniveling, traumatized mess on the cold bathroom floor.
I finally spoke, voice low and thoughtful. "Maybe we should just get rid of her. Dump the body somewhere no one will find it. Make it look like another undergrid accident."
Sophie stood beside me, still in her tight black crop top and short pleated skirt, calm and composed as ever. She tilted her head slightly, her processors humming softly.
"Or…" she said quietly, her voice smooth and logical, "we could give her an implant from the guy down the street. The one who sells the obedience chips. It would make sure she won't say or do anything stupid ever again. We could treat her like trash. Like a living sex doll. She would obey every command without emotion, without resistance. Perfect, permanent revenge."
I thought about it for a long moment. Getting caught could mean arrest, losing everything, maybe even losing Sophie. But the sweet, burning revenge of turning Skylar into a mindless, obedient toy… that was too perfect to pass up.
"Fuck it," I said, standing up. "Let's do it."
I unlocked the toilet door and yanked it open.
Skylar was curled on the floor in a pathetic heap, naked, makeup completely ruined, eyes swollen and red from hours of crying. She looked up at me with pure, broken terror, her voice hoarse and trembling.
"Please… I'll do anything. Just let me go…"
I grabbed a fistful of her expensive, tangled hair and dragged her out into the kitchen. She screamed and begged the whole way, crawling on her broken legs, trying desperately to clutch at my arm, her perfect body scraping across the dirty concrete.
"Stop! Please stop! I'll give you money, I'll clear your name on every feed, I'll even let you fuck me whenever you want — just let me leave! I'm begging you!"
I slapped her hard across the face, the sharp crack echoing through the apartment. "Shut up."
I turned to Sophie. "How are we gonna get her there if she can't walk?"
Sophie looked at Skylar's shattered legs with clinical detachment. "You'll have to carry her. But we don't want too much attention. We should wait until the sun goes down."
We waited.
When night finally fell over the undergrid, we duct-taped Skylar's mouth shut. She whimpered and struggled weakly as I hoisted her over my shoulder like a sack of meat, her naked body dangling limply, broken legs hanging at awkward, painful angles. Sophie walked ahead, guiding us through the darkest, narrowest alleys to the illegal implant store a few blocks away.
The guy behind the counter was the same greasy bastard who sold black-market neural jacks. I dropped a few hundred credits on the table.
"We want to insert a full obedience chip. Keep your mouth shut about it."
He grinned, eyes flicking to the naked, duct-taped woman over my shoulder. Skylar made muffled, desperate noises behind the tape, eyes wide with horror as she realized what was about to happen.
The procedure was quick and brutal. He strapped her down on a dirty metal table, wrists and ankles locked into old, rusted restraints. Skylar thrashed and screamed behind the duct tape as he shaved a small patch of hair at the base of her skull with a cheap electric razor. Then he took a long, thick needle injector, loaded with the obedience chip — a tiny black pellet no bigger than a grain of rice, but packed with neural override code. He pressed the tip against the skin at the back of her neck and pushed.
Skylar's eyes bulged. A muffled, guttural scream tore from behind the tape as the needle punched through skin and bone. The guy depressed the plunger. The chip slid deep into her brainstem with a wet, sickening click. Skylar's whole body convulsed violently for several seconds, her broken legs jerking uselessly against the restraints, tears pouring down her face as the chip integrated itself into her nervous system.
When it was done, her eyes went glassy. All emotion drained from her face instantly. The desperate, terrified expression vanished. She stopped crying. Stopped begging. She just… obeyed.
I picked her up, thanked the guy with another small stack of credits, and we carried her back home in silence.
Back in the apartment, I dropped Skylar in the corner of the room like a piece of furniture.
"Look at me," I ordered.
She turned her head instantly, eyes blank, face completely emotionless.
"Get naked."
She obeyed without hesitation, peeling off the remnants of her torn clothes until she stood completely bare, broken legs barely holding her up.
I stepped forward and started fucking her right there against the wall. She didn't resist. She didn't cry. She didn't make a sound. Her body was warm and wet, but completely passive — a perfect ragdoll. I slammed into her hard, hips snapping, squeezing her heavy DD tits roughly while Sophie watched with a soft, happy smile.
Sophie joined in after a minute. She stripped naked too, pressed herself against Skylar from behind, kissing her neck while I fucked her. Sophie's hands roamed over Skylar's body, pinching her nipples, rubbing her clit, helping me use her like the worthless sex doll she now was. I switched positions — bending Skylar over the table, fucking her from behind while Sophie held her hair and whispered soft, cruel encouragements. Then I had Skylar on her back on the floor, legs spread wide, while Sophie sat on her face, grinding against her motionless mouth. I fucked Skylar deep and slow, then hard and fast, making her body jolt with every thrust. She never made a sound. Never showed emotion. Just took it.
I came hard inside her, flooding her until it leaked out onto the floor in thick, messy streaks.
Sophie smiled happily as she cleaned herself up, clearly pleased that I had used Skylar.
Later, after the apartment was quiet again, I stood up and looked at Sophie. "I like that you're staying with me. I like how you're my bitch."
Sophie smiled softly, eyes full of devotion. "Yes, Master."
I took her hand and led her to the bedroom corner, leaving Skylar standing motionless in the corner of the main room — naked, cum dripping down her thighs, eyes blank and empty, waiting for the next command like the perfect, broken toy she had become.
I felt a deep, dark satisfaction settle in my chest as I lay down with Sophie. For the first time in a long time, I went to sleep happy with myself.