000 Soix-Neuf Association Class 2 Operator Ishmael - Uptie Story

BEEP!

Pandora: [Excess Oxytocin at 130%. Target reached, converting into orgone. Lowering stim intensity.]

Ishmael: Okay... it's slowed down. For now.
Ishmael: ... Alright, you've got your interview. Let's... try to wrap this up as fast as possible.

The child fidgeted in her chair as the machine strapped to her back spoke in a robotic voice. From the box came various wires which attached to various places on her body... most notably the sexual ones.

Interviewer: Alrighty! I'm here with Soix-Neuf Association's Operator Ishmael. Tell me Ishma - Oh, can I call you Ishy?

The scatterbrained interview asked cheerily. The child flushed bright red, albeit whether it was from embarrassment or from her perpetual arousal was not clear.
She fidgeted with the suction cups on her nipples as she clicked her teeth and crossed her legs, hopelessly trying to hide the embarrassing contraption that vibrated into her even as she spoke.

Ishmael: Tch. Whatever works for you. Just get on with it.

Interviewer: My bad! Anyway, Ishy, tell me, could you elaborate on what your day to day is as a Soix-Neuf operator?

Ishmael: Well, it's not so different from average fixer work, I suppose.
Ishmael: We take contracts around the city, and we fulfill them.
Ishmael: Though in our case, the jobs we tend to get are usually of a more... adult nature.

Interviewer: I can see that! Your outfit is definitely outlandish by City standards!

Ishmael: Yes... it's to enhance our... capabilities.
Ishmael: The more flustered we are, the more... Orgone we produce.

The child cringed as the words came out of her mouth. She bounced one bare foot in the air as she looked to the side, the red of her face complimenting her long, orange hair.
Compared to other associations, Soix-Neuf's dress code is minimal, to put it lightly. Nothing but tight black and pink leather straps that hugged her curves. Her privates would be fully visible if it weren't for the suction cups attached to them.
Alongside with the pink-colored mechanical backpack whose intubation continuously pumped and injected her, it's no exaggeration to say that the child would be less exposed if she were just naked.

Interviewer: I was just getting to that!
Interviewer: Ever since L Corp went bust, the City has been desperate for the next big energy trend, and Soix-Neuf's Orgone energy sure seems to have gotten people into a frenzy, hasn't it?

Ishmael: You could say that.

A dry response, but the ditzy interviewer giggled at it regardless.

Interviewer: So that's what the machine you lug around your back is for, right? Turning your fun juices into orgo-

Ishmael: The Pandora Orgone Accumulator Engine harvests oxytocin, bodily fluids and other energies exuded from the body during the day into energy. However, the bulk of the energy we actually distribute is harvested from our clients and jobs, as a tax we collect.

The child bluntly interrupts the interviewer to provide a dry, clinical explanation of the machine, one she clearly has rehearsed to death.
It's clear she doesn't view it as a fun thing.

Ishmael: And no, I'm not telling you how we tax our clients. I'm sure you already get the picture pretty damn well.
Ishmael: Huff... it's getting hot in here. Can I have some water?

Interviewer: Oh... okay!

The interviewer was taken aback by the child's interruption and sassy remark, but she passed her a bottle of water nonetheless, which the child gleefully chugged down.

Ishmael: Gulp, gulp, gulp, gah!

She wiped her mouth. The machine's constant pumping and teasing was often dehydrating, and she was heated up pretty much all day. Even now, the child was sweating into the chair, her rear leaving a defined print. The interviewer simply nodded and took notes.

Interviewer: I see, so your Pandora thingy collects your energy for your own usage, then!

Ishmael: Yes, and no. Part of it goes to HQ, part of it stays for my tools and equipment, such as my weapons.

Interviewer: Does it ever come off?

Ishmael: Only for harvesting. Otherwise, no. It's a 24/7 fixture.
It never stops... just speeds up when it needs a lot of energy, which it stores up. Then it slows down, but never stops. Like a parasite attached to you, always feeding on you, but never enough to kill...

The child swallowed saliva as she spoke, speaking with a dark gravity. The interviewer looked at her with curious eyes, her empathy in conflict with her morbid fascination.

Interviewer: So it never stops pleasuring you? Not even when you sleep?

Ishmael: Nope. Our services and energy canisters are coveted, so Soix-Neuf wants its operators ready for action at any moment.
Ishmael: So yes, even when I'm sleeping, it keeps me... stimulated.

The child tugged on her leather straps as admitted this, looking to the side. Even though she had already become accustomed to perpetual, 24/7 arousal, to admit it in front of someone was still mortifying. But the interviewer didn't seem to view it the same way, taking notes with a smile as she observed the automated dildo slowly pumping into the child.

Interviewer: Wow, fascinating! I guess it can be exhausting, but I take it your days are all the more exciting, huh?

Ishmael: Exciting...?
Ishmael: Exciting!?

The child snapped, having enough of the interviewer's blunt reasoning. The interviewer backed down shyly.

Ishmael: It's fucking horrible!
Ishmael: It's the worst - You try getting milked and fucked and edged by a stupid toy 24/7 instead of a...

BEEP!

Pandora: [Lowered oxytocin levels detected. Elevated cortisol detected. Orgone collection collection compromised. Stim accelerating.]

Ishmael: Shit! nonono, W-wait...

The child panicked as the machine beeped. Immediately, the perpetual buzzing and whirring of her mechanical backpack intensified as the suction of her breast pumps increased. The piston attached to the athletic cup latched to her vulva started thrusting in and out, vibrating more vividly.

Interviewer: Ooh!

Ishmael: G-gah... d-dammit... I got too worked up...

To ensure optimal output, Soix-Neuf's patented singularity requires a perpetual state of arousal, with stress affecting production negatively. And so the machine picked up the pace, to compensate for the child's moody attitude.
The child began biting her finger to stifle her moaning as her breathing intensified. The interviewer observed fascinated at the liquids flowing through the tubes. She saw a pink glowing fluid slowly ooze out from the athletic cup, and she saw a rich white cream pumped from her chest.

Interviewer: So the Pandora induces lactation too?

Ishmael: Yes! Yes it fucking does! Turns it into ffucking orgone...
Ishmael: Gah... my nipples... are always freakin' chafed... ugh!

The child struggled to keep her composure as she squirmed in her chair. If only the interviewer could see her nipples, how they went from small, modest, pink nubs to large brown udders, perpetually red from the constant tugging and suction. Alas, they were always occupied by the hungry mouths of Pandora.

Interviewer: Do you maybe need a break? Seems pretty intense.

Ishmael: I'm fine. It's fine, l-let's keep going... it's nothing.
Ishmael: Let's just... wrap this up.

Despite the intense titillation, the child still wished to maintain professionalism. She was a high grade fixer, after all... even if she was being fucked by a machine, as she might say.

Interviewer: I see.
Interviewer: Then Pandora really just turns every body fluid it can harvest into orgone, huh?

Ishmael: Huff... Yes... everything except for blood... I don't wanna talk about it, though. It's g-gross...
Ishmael: Turns your libido into energy too. Your arousal. Horniness. That's why it's always on. Little fucker. Thinks it's so smart.

She grit her teeth and chuckled nervously, gripping her seat. The interviewer merely nodded along, clearly enticed as well. She decides to push the child's buttons even further.

Interviewer: Your file here says you're a Class 2 Operator. Is it true that to reach Class 3, you need to-

Ishmael: Get knocked up? Yeah. Pregnancy makes your orgone p-production skyrocket... lets you use the heaviest tools... ugh!
Ishmael: My supervisor, Ryoshu, is one of those Class 3's... same as - ahh! - Director F-Faust... that f-freakin' showoff... Getting pregnant with multiples...

The child's toes curled as she seethed and bit her finger, this time with a hint of anger - or perhaps jealousy? The interviewer couldn't help but take notice.

Interviewer: And would youu like to be one of those Class 3's, Ishy?

Ishmael: HELL NO!
Ishmael: Last thing I want is to have... a disgusting bloated belly... on top of all this shit! And my feet already hurt like hell as it is, having to walk barefoot everywhere! Besides, I don't have any d-donors... so even if I wanted to... get big and round... with a baby inside me...

The child caught herself, shaking her head. The intensifying pumping of the machine did nothing to hide her increased arousal.

Ishmael: No, what am I saying? I don't even like this!

Frustrated, the child tugged at her milking pumps, as if hoping she could somehow detach them.

Ishmael: My tits already hurt g-getting sucked on by this machine! It's not even pleasurable anymore, God I wish I could just...

BEEP!

Pandora: [WARNING: Asexual intent detected. Libido levels critically low. Administering aphrodisiac.]

Ishmael: No, wait, I didn't mean it! N-not the aphrodisi- ACK!

The cruel machine stabbed a needle into the child's neck, visibly pumping something directly into her bloodstream. A last resort measure to ensure even the most underperforming of Operators can swing back to full arousal.
The interviewer kept feverishly taking notes, seemingly heating up too.

Interviewer: Hoho! So even if you want to call it quits, the machine has its own way to keep you hooked in, huh?

Ishmael: Y-y-yes! But it's too... t-too strong...
Ishmael: Too good... m-more... give me more...

Pandora: [Libido stabilizing. Good girl.]

The child giggled at the praise. Feverishly, she started squirming in her chair. The piston in her pussy now hammering at top speed, pumps about to rip her poor, overworked nipples off.
Already having all her holes stimulated, the child could do nothing more than fondle her breasts and caress her lower belly, her tongue escaping her mouth as she panted.
The sight was enough to turn on even the most frigid of city dwellers. The interviewer smiled, on the verge of touching herself.

Interviewer: Woohoo! You go girl! Now it seems like you're having fun.

The child simply panted in response as she molested herself, and looked at her with a dumb smile and lustful eyes.

Ishmael: Your f-fingers...
Ishmael: P-put your... f-f-finger in my - Ah! - In my m-mouth! I n-need... to suck...

Interviewer: Huh? Oh, okay! I suppose this interview will have some audience participation~
Interviewer: But it's still an interview, so after this you gotta keep answering my questions, m'kay?
Interviewer: Now say ahh - and don't bite!

The interviewer giggled and approached the child without hesitation, offering two digits to her mouth. Like a desperate dog, the child started suckling and licking her fingers, dutifully covering them with spit as she moaned wantonly and squeezed her breasts.

Ishmael: Mmf... Cawll mf... a g-gdh gll...

"Call me a good girl" the moaning child mumbled with her occupied mouth. And so she kept sucking, and sucking.

Interviewer: Heehee, there there, good girl~
Interviewer: ... ... Boy, you must really wish these were a dick, huh?

Ishmael pulled back with a wet pop, still at peak arousal, as she looked at the interviewer with glazed eyes.

Ishmael: Yes! I love cock... I love sucking cock... T-that's how we tax... e-energy!

Interviewer: Oh my! That's quite candid! I take it they liked it?

Ishmael: YES! All our clients say they love my mouth... they call me a good girl... pat my head... ugh!
Ishmael: I love it. I love my job, I love the fuckin' city that I live in! Fuck! FUCK!

The interviewer took notes ferociously, rubbing her thighs as she did.

Interviewer: And what about your colleagues? Do they also collect via oral means?

Ishmael: Yes! I mean No! I mean, it depends!
Ishmael: Mistress Ryoshu l-likes using her feet... agh... and Mistress Faust used to... give titjobs... 'til she got too pregnant! Hah! F-fuck... I wish I could suck on her titties... ghh..

Interviewer: Ooh, do they let you guys fraternize?

Ishmael: Fffuck yes! We can't fuck directly... cos of the stupid machines... b-but we frot together... n make out... fuuckk...
Ishmael: I think... I think I'm close... Aah!

The child arched her back as she gripped the chair intensely, seemingly approaching climax. The dildo thrusting into her reached full speed.

Ishmael: Oh my... this might be it... yes... YES! This might be the one! It might finally let me...
Ishmael: Please, please, oh please... I can finally...

But then, as the child was about to soar...
BEEP!

Pandora: [Excess Oxytocin at 210%. Maximum quota reached, converting into orgone. Temporarily halting stim.]

Ishmael: Wait, waitwaitwait, no, nonono NONONONO!

And everything came to a halt, denying the child her much earned orgasm. All she could do was scream.

Ishmael: FUUUUUUCK! NOT AGAIN, NO! GOD DAMMIT! I WAS RIGHT THERE! F$&%(#!

The child slammed her fist on the chair and stomped her feet in frustration, tears spilling out onto her cheeks.
She desperately tried to keep pushing and sliding the vibrating dildo in and out - to no avail.

Ishmael: Come on, please... just a little more... please...

The interviewer regained her composure at the pitiful sight.

Interviewer: Whoa, what happened? It doesn't let you cum?

Ishmael: What's it look like? The hell do you think!?
Ishmael: Ghh... it's always like this... dammit...

Pitifully, the child throws her head back in resignation, finally calming down. She pants heavily as the interviewer emphatically passes her another bottle of water.

Ishmael: No... reaching actual orgasm... creates an explosion of orgone energy.
Ishmael: It uses up the reserves... so we can only cum when it's completely necessary, like to complete a job against unwilling or violent targets. Or as a reward for reaching client quota.
Ishmael: Any other time? It just edges you. Nonstop. Always keeping you close but never letting you go. Forever.

Interviewer: I see... that sounds rough, Ishy! I'm sorry to hear that.

The Soix-Neuf Association is famed for its wild and sociable fixers, always happy to take the freakiest, most dangerous jobs.
But what few people know is the reality of this child, shared by them all. They're all pushed to the edge, left craving and needy, willing to suck off even backstreet rats to reach the quota reward.
They'll do anything for release.

BEEP!

Pandora: [Orgone canister successfully transferred to energy. Resuming stim.]

The machine started again, now at a pathetically slow pace. The child groaned as she feels the familiar tug at her nipples, this time gentler.
She looked down, and saw the dildo slowly sliding into the athletic cup with disdain, knowing it'll gradually speed up through the day, only to slow down again.
The child sighed as she felt the stimulation again, and returned her focus to the interviewer.

Ishmael: Well, there you have it. Any other questions?

Interviewer: Nothing! Thank you for your time, Ishy. I'm sure the magazine will love this saucy interview!
Interviewer: And don't feel too bad, I'm sure you'll be able to climax once you get back into your work, right?

Ishmael: Tsk, I wish it was that easy.
Ishmael: Nowadays, they only really assign Class 3's to the real important missions, and that's a whole can of worms I'd like to pass on.
Ishmael: I'll take being edged 24/7 over being some feather's wagie incubator.

The second job that Soix-Neuf took was the one of repopulation.
The City is a violent place, where lives are meaningless and lost every day. But somehow the population must keep itself stable, right?
And so the Class 3's accept a deal: Bear the City's children, and in exchange receive the most intense pleasure the City can offer.
But for this child, being a "cum wageslave" as she so crudely calls it, was far more dignified, even if she was denied even the most basic pleasures.
The child picked herself up and adjusted the Pandora on her back, tugging on the tight leather straps that never failed to leave angry red marks on her skin.

Ishmael: I'll see you around, I guess.

Interviewer: Likewise, Ishy! I had a lot of fun talking with-

BOOM!
A sudden explosion disrupted the idle conversation, as various thugs swarmed into the common lounge the child and her inquisitor were using. A wily criminal began speaking.

Syndicate Boss: Alright, hands up, you lot! We here at Boomer Syndicate don't want no bloody trouble, just need to nick some of yer tech and all, no big fuss!
Syndicate Boss: Do that, and we might just not blow ya up, okay!?

The interviewer held her hands up, nervously. She turned to the child, who had a huge, manic smile.

Ishmael: Pandora... do I have permission to use my accumulated Orgone?

Pandora: [Calculating threat level... threat assessed. Calculating projected Orgone harvesting from targets...]

Ishmael: C'mon... C'mon...

Pandora: [Targets fully assessed.]
Pandora: [Operator may use up to three Climax Charges. Ensure canisters are refueled by harvesting tar-]

Ishmael: FUCK YES!

Interviewer: Wait, Ishy-

Before she could say anything, the child was already jumping, activating her weapon system.
A force field surrounded her as she pulled out a long pole from her Pandora, connected to a tube.
The syndicate leader had no chance to react to the child mercilessly walloping his allies, before pouncing on him.

Syndicate Boss: Oi! W-what the-!?

The boss was pinned down by the child, who was drooling ferociously as Pandora thrust into her, once again pumping aphrodisiacs.
She panted heavily as she locked eyes with the boss, her spit falling into his mouth.

Syndicate Boss: What the hell- what's your deal, you half-naked feral harlot!?

Ishmael: My deal? Nothing... I just need some... stimulation from you.
Ishmael: Hope you don't mind being harvested~

Syndicate Boss: Harvested!? Bloody hell, lass! Do I look like rat prey to you?

Ishmael: No... you look juicier.
Ishmael: Pandora... prepare for manual harvesting.

Pandora: [Acknowledging. Disabling automatic stimulation. Go get 'em tiger!]

With a loud hiss, air came out of the child's athletic cup, which finally detached itself from her genitals.
The cup plopped to the ground, alongside the 7-inch-long dildo that filled her perpetually, sliding back into Pandora.
What was left was the child's swollen, red pussy, so wet it dripped nonstop like a leaky faucet, dripping onto the boss' pants.
The child shivered, feeling the breeze graze her hyper-sensitive, abused hole.

Ishmael: Heh... heheh! It's been so long... since it was out...

The boss' eyes widened as he took sight of the child's engorged labia, her distended clit...
Long time Soix-Neuf Operators will often have their bodies irreparably changed by their Pandoras' constant abuse. But this didn't matter to the child.
All that mattered was the piece of meat laying in front of her.
She began attaching needles from her backpack to the boss' skin.

Syndicate Boss: Ow! What the-
Syndicate Boss: W-wait a tick, lass. Just what on earth are you gonna do?

Ishmael: Oh, nothing much.
Ishmael: Just gonna promote myself to Class 3.

And that was the last thing anyone in the vicinity heard, before the room was drowned in moans and the smacking of flesh.

000 Soix-Neuf Association Class 2 Operator Ishmael - Kit

A tremor glass cannon that puts herself at risk of corrosion and fragile to deal massive damage.
Her animations mostly consist of her piercing enemies with this big-ass pole, her S3-2 is comically censored.

ACTIVE SKILLS

S1 - Pump & Thrust - Envy
Pierce - 2 Coins - Base 12, Coin -3
[On use] For every 3 Tremor on self, add -1 Coin Power (max -2)
[On use] At +1 Climax Charge, add -1 Coin Power

(I) - [On hit] Inflict +3 Tremor
(II) - [On hit] Apply +2 Tremor on self

S2 - Harvest Orgone - Gluttony
Pierce - 2 Coins - Base 22, Coin -6
[On use] Gain -2 coin power for every Climax Charge (max -4)

(I) - [On hit] Apply +3 Tremor on self
(II) - [On hit] Inflict +3 Tremor
Reuse coin for every +4 Tremor on self (Max 2)
Reuse coin has value of 0
[On reuse] Inflict +2 Tremor count
[On reuse] If target has +6 tremor, burst tremor, then add +1 Climax Charge

S3 - "Wait, don't stop!" - Lust
Blunt - 1 Coin - Base 30, Coin -15
[Combat Start] At +3 Climax Charge, consume all Climax Charge and replace skill with S3-1
[On use] Consume +3 Tremor to lose -15 SP, Will not lose SP if already at -20 SP or lower
[On use] Apply +1 Climax Charge

(I) - [On hit] Burst Tremor
[On burst Tremor] Trigger Amplitude Conversion into Tremor - Titillation
[On burst Tremor] Apply +3 Tremor on self

S3-1 - Manual Harvesting - Lust
Pierce - 4 Coins - Base 36, Coin -8
[On Use] All Allies lose -15 SP
[After use] Gain +30 SP

(I) - [On Hit] Burst Tremor, Trigger Amplitude Conversion into Tremor - Titillation
(II) - [On Hit] Burst Tremor
(III) - [On Hit] Burst Tremor
(IV) - [On Hit] If all previous coins burst tremor, apply +3 Fragile on Self and Enemy next turn

DEFENSE SKILL

Defense - Administer Aphrodisiac - Lust
[On Use] If SP is at +10, lose -15 SP

(I) Apply +1 Climax Charge
At +3 Climax Charge, Add +1 Paralysis on self next turn

PASSIVE SKILLS

Passive - "Call me a Good Girl!"
+3 Lust Resonance
Add +(RES-1) Tremor Count to the first coin of the first skill used this turn.

Support Passive - Seat Warmer
+4 Lust Total
In chain battles, gives +10 SP and 2 protection for one turn to allies who join combat after turn 1. Does not give SP to negative SP allies.
Does not activate after Soix-Neuf Operator Ishmael has been deployed.
In non-chain battles, gives +10 SP and 2 Protection to the enemy with the lowest HP. Does not give SP to negative SP allies.

STATUS EFFECTS

Climax Charge
Max count: 6
Lose -5 SP per turn per 1 Climax Charge
At +3 Climax Charge, gain +3 Offense Level, but lose -10% HP per turn.

Tremor - Titillation
okay I'm really running out of steam just make it something something lust fragility and also it heals you on burst or some shit.

SPECIAL SANITY

Gains sanity when clashing, but not as much as other ids.
Might struggle at the beginning if she hits lots of heads but can snowball very quickly.

Now also on here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59965696