The elevator finally stopped on the designated floor.
Kronii Ouro's personal suite was located on top floor of Building #4 of HoloCorp's Canadian Branch Complex, with a full view of Ontario City to the southwest
The horizont was peppered with lightning strikes, sound of thunder a constant that anyone living in the area got used to by know, and which earned Ontario the nickname "City of Storms"
The overall design was cold and efficent, much like it's owner, only personal decorations consisting of almost too large collection of clocks, from antique to newest high-tech designs
Kronii stepped out of the cabin, heels clicking loudly on the cold floor
She was wearing standard looking office attire, the shirt struggling to constrain her rather impressive natural chest, eyes covered by glasses, but the outfit was constrained by a tactical harness, pistol holster attached to her side, among other operative equipment
Light on actual augmentations, only visible examples were her mechanical left hand and pair of high-tier optics in her eye sockets
The glasses were more for style points than any actual function
Overall, standard for the position of HoloCorp's Regional Special Ops Director
Right behind her, a pair of heavy military boots added heavy thud to Kronii's clack
Her personal bodyguard and head of the local security detail (name redacted), a.k.a Anon, followed closely behind, heavy rifle resting in his arms
He appeared to be wearing just some light, cloth-covered armor and small backpack, but thats mostly intentional smoke-and-mirrors
Aside from the same optical sensors his boss had and some ports poing over his collar, no obvious augs could be seen
His rifle looked more high-tech than he was at the brief glance, the M(yth)C(ombat)R(ifle)-1, the barrel shroud shaped like jaws with shark teeth closing around it earned it the name "Gawr Special", after its designer, a standard gas-operated firearm with "Smartlink" capabilities
Kronii walked over to a table by the side of the room, opening a cabinet next to it and pulling out bottle of champagne and a glass, pouring the pearly liquid into it while Anon did a quick routine sweep of the apartment
Once done, he returned to Kronii, who was currently observing the everpresent storm outside of her windows
It was long day and both were still tense
Halway to her, she stopped him, nodding to the bed located behind the wall which was shielding the view from the elevator, only official access point into Kronii's living quarters
"Suit up and sit down."¨
Simple command, and not new
Setting his gun down, Anon moves to the bed and stands next to it for a moment
Opening the right menu in his neural AR, he finds "Armor Setup" and scrolls down the list of bright red options, before he reaches the creamy white colored one
Courtesy of branch's Director of Cyberwear Development, Sana Tsukumo
Only she could be persuaded to add modification to the experimental state-of-the-art cybernetic armor Anon was wearing for Kronii's "personal use"
Selecting the option, his suit began its transformation
The fabric was actually a nanite mesh supported by retractable carbon tube chassis, able ot retract fully into its control unit as needed, also forming the skintight bodysuit under the actual appareal
As it did, it revealed that the front chest armor and backpack were actually part of the armor, folded down and configured to still offer up protection
Plating slid out, mirroring Anon's outstretched limbs and locking around them, now forming a hard, highly mobile protective shell around his body, serving both as protection and performance-enhancing exoskeleton
This was the main point where al his augs were focused, the armor grafted to his skeletal structural with internal processing unit, which in combination with the adaptable bodysuit provided unparareled vontroll over the mechanical suit
The locking procedure took only couple of seconds, and was finished by a two large faceplaces slamming together in front of Anon's face, before web of angular red light shot up from bottom of the faceplates to the their top, signalling sensor activation as the suit fully connected to Anon's neural network
There was only one difference to standard "Full Armor" mode, and featureof Sana's custom one
The plate that was supposed to cover his groin remained retracted, leaving him with his cock out
It was a weird fetish, but not all that surprising to anyone who remotely knew Kronii
She as a cold bitch who was exceedingly efficent with tackling problems, having a dangerous, heavily armed and auged up boytoy was pretty on brand for her
Laying down onto the bed, Kronii finally approached him, having half-finished the glass
She loosens up her clothes, buttons on shirt undone and skirt discarded, now laying down comfortably, one hand holding the glass, occasionally taking a sip, as her other hand move to stroke Anon's cock
Despite the amount of chrome in him, his member is fully natural, just like her tits, with its large girth, veiny surface and swollen, heavy nuts hanging between his legs
It never failed to fascinate her, and the fact he was wearing the imposing suit only enhanced her powertrip as her thumb nad index finger locked around his shaft and started teasingly jerk him off
Anon couldn't help but to lean back and let out a moan from simply the touch, with how pent up and agitated from last few days he was
But instead of normal moan, the speakers on the armor turned into to mare animalistic sounding groan
The moral damage caused to low-life mercenary thugs caused by the distorted, digital roaring coming from an agile, strong, heavily armed suit could not be understated and was something that was used surprisingly often, and Anon couldn't deny that it didn't fill him with satisfaction when seeing bunch of good-for-nothings turn around and run from one scream alone
Now there was no power fantasy involved on his part, only a obedient groaning, music to Kronii's ears
Her augmented hand still holding the glass, her natural one stopped stroking and moved up, to his partially foreskin covered tip
Her index finger slipped under it, circling his tip as the precum spread over it, causing him to feed the speaker system with more moans and groans
It was such a pleasant sight for her eyes, powerful state of the art soldier squirming under her touch, unable to fight back
Many people who didn't quite like him accused him of being "Kronii's lapdog" and that "he was weak cause a glorified office lady had him by the balls", which he just so happened to be his favorite parts about the job, so most of the time he just nodded and tapped his rifle to signal the offending party to back off befor their subscription to "Life" was prematuraly terminated
Suddenly, a phone call appeared on both of their HUDs
Kronii sighted with irritation, while Anon was glad for any distraction from the pleasureable torture
Then he saw the caller nad his heart sank a little, as it was line encrypted even for him
Baelz Hakos, Director of the Canada Branch
She was formerly head of the Australian Branch, before she was moved to the newly established local one, due to her overall success there
She as rather small in stature and you wouldn't expect much of her, but she was one of the most ruthless people in entire Corp, with ambitions far beyond just Branch Director
But also a very good friend that was definitely worth having on your good side, which both Anon and Kronii could confirm from personal experiences
Kronii sighed and rolled her eyes, accepting the call, all the while her ahnd still worked his raging erection
"Yeah?.....No, we just arrived.....no......no.....Bae, you know I don't really care....sigh....The meeting is tomorrow morning, they can wait couple of hours...Sure....Ok, see you later then, Bae...Bye"
The call was terminated
"Ugh..."
"Suit being annoying again?"
His voice boomed into the room, the tone almost creepy with the modifications to it
Suddenly, the hand torturing his cock moved down and grabbed him hard by the balls
"Shut...we are not gonna talk about that, not tonight"
Taking another sip, she sat the glass down on the nightstand, she moved her head closer to his crotch
Now it was turn for her breath to be the bain of his existence
Was it love?
Probably not, love was easy way to earn one-way ticket to scrapyard in this biz
Or worse...
They just enjoyed each others presense and the outlet that provided for the otherwise tightly shut emotions, hidden from corporate allies and enemies
She couldn't help but admire his member, the size and aroma fasinating her
A memory popped into her mind
Memory of the Biomod Research Director Fauna Ceres suggesting some of her personal "pet projects" to Kronii to "enhance" it
Back then, Fauna was lucky there was sizable presence of people around them, since the "biofreak" had little to no social filter when suggesting this kind of stuff, otherwise the Head of SpecOps would have gave her reason to re-sculpt her own face with couple of well-directed "suggestions"
And it probably wasn't the only thing Fauna was missing, given everyone always saw her in tightly closed lab coat and bare foot, fueling rumors
Kronii simply told her to "get her cock-starved holes down into the holding pen and let off steam on her personal freakshow zoo"
Everyone thought it was just a jab on Fauna's obsession with her profession and habits, but given Anon was the one who had to sign all the security related paperwork and permissions for experiments, he knew better...
Supressing the nympho scientist from her mind, she instead focused on the task ahead of her
Planting her lips onto his tip, she gently kissed it, his musk invading her mind and slowly pushing her into being more aggressive, saliva soon coating every square centimeter of his crotch, from tip to balls
After forcing sufficiently desperate moans from her armored boytoy, Kronii moved on to swallowing his shaft
By now, the glass was sat on the nightstand, her robotic arm free to fondle his balls as her mouth took in his length, stopping only one the fat tip reached her throat
Her tongue was swirling around the shaft, tip teased over and over with promise of sinking into her neck, to the point Anon locked the joints of the armor to prevent him instinctively grabbing Kronii
This however didn't go unnoticed
"Good boy, just sit there like hurt puppy and take it"
After couple more minutes of filling the room with robotic, desperate groan and moans and sounds of sloppy blowjob, Kronii finally granted him mercy by moving her head all the way down, letting his cock fill up her throat
After the coious amount of teasing, the tightness gripping him was a bliss, water after days on desert without any
The noises got even worse from there, gagging and choking added to the cocophony of lewd sounds
Yet, she still didn't let him pop, not yet
She instead rose up and promptly removed her skirt, exposing her thick, but trimmed bush and wet pussy to him
Getting your nose buried in that and inhaling was one thing
Having an entire array of military-grade chemical detectors strapped all over your body and hooked up directly into your brain while it was not even meter away was WAAAAAAAY worse
Normally this chemical signature wouldn't be picked up and filtered away on the sensors, but then you have to take into account Sana and her custom armor settings
If the breath and deepthroat tease were torture, this was straight up a slow, excruciating murder
Not bothering to properly undress, Kronii just ripped the panties off with her aug hand
Still "self-bondaged" inside of his mech suit, Kronii turned her back to him and positioned herself above his erection, her thighs visibly soaked
But just as she was about to lower herself onto his shaft, a head popped out from behind the seperating wall
Both of them were so absorbed into each other that they didn't hear neither the elevator, nor the steps
A brown-haired lady with two decorative feathers stuck on top of them looked at them before, walking fully from her cover and closer
Kronii grunted, annoyed at further delay
"What the fuck is it, Mumei?! I am busy."
Tablet in one hand and a black box in other, the Chief of Communications for Canada Branch, Mumei Nanashi was standing there, smiling and clearly unbothered by the scene before her
She was one of few people who had direct access into the suite, so her unannounced presence was more annyoing than alarming, in the situation
And given her position and hacking prowess, she probably took a peek through suite's security cams, which shouldn't be active at this moment, on her way there anyway
The cyberdeck module and optical aug covering the left side of her face and disrubting the otherwise natural seeming look was the main catalyst for the thought
"Hi~ I brought the new security keys for the two of you! We are rotating tomorrow and you only just got back, so I didn't want you to get stuck anywhere in case you forgot to get them today"
The lenses in her aug moved forward, only for that to e picked up by Anon, making him lean forward towards her, causing the servos and hydraulics to answer the swirl of camera lenses in Mumei's left eye
The eye unfocused again, Mumei smilling at the plate covered head with apologetic smile
She was a weird one, at least to someone with scanning tech like Anon
On surface, she looked normal, but further inspection revealed that most of her skin, mainly limbs and lower abdomen, was in fact just SynthSkin vanity coverplates, and roughly 60% of her body was a grafted chassis
And not just any regular one, but a Hellfire Mk.V, the top of its class roughly 5 years ago, used for especialy dangerous combat assingments, until it was slowly shifted out by less invasive tech, as this required multistage operation and roughly a year of rehabilitation to properly control
And Mumei was moving around in it like a seasoned veteran with energy of a teenager
Anon had no idea why the in the everloving fuck would Comms officer have this high-grade combat augs, completely hidden and with no record about her past or implant surgery in any of the HoloCorp's databanks
She was the one to be on edge around, that was for sure
Mumei placed the box on the table, before waving them a goodbye and disappearing
The box was biolocked security storage unit, designed to physically break and spray with acid the contents should the box be tampered with in any way other than the biolock, or if incorrect person tried to open it one too many times
But it fell completely out of both of their realities as finaly, Kronii slammed her hips down, both of them gasping loudly from the sudden increase in stimulation
Anon carefully started to thrust against her, Kronii leaned back, hand on his shoulders, slamming down against his rhythm
Kronii soon ripped her shirt open, sending the buttons flying across the room as her bra met the same fate as her panties, torn and flung away
Anon couldn't help himself and activated the cams in the room, wanting to get a prespective view of his boss riding him with wild abaddon, her massive tits bouncing up and down
It was weird to see yourself live being ridden from different angles like that, but also strangely arousing
And given the access logs that briefly flashed up, Kronii had the same idea
From therem it didn't take long for both of them to roar as they released, first Anon pumped Kronii's pussy full, which tirggered her own orgasm, making her collapse on top of him, shaking and in bliss
Once the orgasmic wave subsided, Anon carefully pulled Kronii off of himself and stood up, folding and detaching the armor, leaving just sealed access ports sticing out of his skin in various places, plus a ribbed sensory hub tightly hugging his spine, creating protrucions over each vertabre as if he was some sort of ancient dinosaur or something
Returning to bed, Kronii immediately grabbed him and pulled him into a hug, the storm still raging in the background, as always, as the drifted to sleep