CYBER SCARS by Cheryl Dragon

CYBER SCARS by Cheryl Dragon

Red Line Underground Book Two

A cyborg in the Corporation's Headquarters, Halnel endured special torture as a teen. When the rebels take him Underground and unplug him from the AI, they uncover the deeper damage. Hal wants the freedom but confinement triggers panic. Rebel Dom AnSol refuses to give up and gets inside Hal's head with patience.

The Corporation sends drones to track their lost cyborg, but Hal shows no fear until the power is cut. Getting closer to his Dom, Hal steps up after there are attacks on part of the Underground. The rebels need Hal's knowledge, and he needs the connection to AnSol -- but he has even more to offer. He's found love and freedom are worth fighting for even if he can't handle a blindfold just yet.

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Red Line Underground: Cyber Scars
Cheryl Dragon
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Copyright ©2013 Cheryl Dragon
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2215 Chicago Territory-Summer

A few months had passed since the rebels in the Underground pulled down the former cyborg Vel. He'd proven a good and informative addition to the efforts to overthrow the Corporation above. The attacks had ceased and things had calmed down. Still they lacked enough hard intelligence to mount a revolt.

AnSol never doubted his old friend KiRin's move to snag the cyborg. Their hacking skills made it so tempting to take over the GPS and other implants controlling men who'd offended the Corporation and been put to work as punishment. Freeing men who shared their need for BDSM play felt like an act of kindness.

Ginger walked into the monitoring room, and AnSol sat up straighter. She was their first pull from above and had eagerly joined the rebel operation. Unfortunately she lacked any useful intelligence about the Corporation.

"What's with you?" asked the blonde, doe-eyed young woman with one big green spiral curl. The Underground clothing was mostly black and gray. Touches of color or other styled expressions were minimal and meaningful.

"Nothing, just one of those frustrating days." He wanted to do something. Every so often the urge to strike against the machine that controlled everyone's life up top and kept the rebels in the old train tunnels under Chicago boiled up in him.

"Patience." Ginger smiled at him.

"I'm tired of being patient." AnSol had been below for over ten years now. He'd been unable to hide his dominant sexual nature long past puberty. Above, any violence was illegal, but sexual deviants were more harshly punished. Here they were free, but AnSol was alone and the rebellion efforts lagged. Without sufficient intelligence on the Corporation layout, security measures, and the Artificial Intelligence technology, they couldn't plan an all-out overthrow.

"Stop mulling it over. You'll go mad," Ginger said.

"I've been here a hell of a lot longer than you." He saw a cyborg reading come on his screen that registered differently than the others. Focusing in, he tried to tap into its system.

"I know, but starting a war when we can't possibly outgun them isn't a smart move either. We need to out-tech them." Ginger nodded.

"Exactly!" The dingy room felt brighter to AnSol. He didn't mind the dark so much if there was hope in his heart. True, he'd rather live in freedom underground than obey above. But what was the point of all his hacking and computer skills if he couldn't help the rebellion?

"What?" Ginger looked over AnSol's shoulder. "No. You can't pull down a cyborg. He's in the headquarters. On a top-level floor. It'll never work."

"Look at his coding. It's not normal. Something in his programming is unique. I've never seen one like this before." Ever since his friend pulled down a cyborg and found not only a rebel informant but a sexual submissive, AnSol had dreamed of finding his own man. Odds weren't great love would follow sex, but a sexual partner would be a step up from being alone.

"So maybe he's damaged or lower level. You want to waste a pull? We'll get attacks from above. You know we will. It has to be worth it. I keep telling you guys to pull two or three at once."

"Can we control three cyborgs at once? Even hacking in and taking them over, it's dangerous with their strength and implants. Besides, the AI will pick up on that attack faster. One cyborg can malfunction but three at once?" AnSol had watched the cyborgs off and on, even when it wasn't his turn on the monitors. Something deep inside told him this unique signature was a sign.

Ginger pressed her lips together and shrugged. As a former cyborg, she wasn't a risk taker by nature.
The Corporation had reconditioned the drive out of her, and AnSol couldn't blame her for playing it safe. Still, he needed her expertise with the implants.

"How soon can you be set up to pull the implants and dump the information?" AnSol asked.

"Ten minutes but you're not serious. AnSol, we need security backup and help." Ginger shook her head full of curls.

AnSol sent a message to KiRin and Vel. If anyone would understand the positive end result, they would. Both confirmed they'd be there within minutes. "Backup is on the way. Vel is fast. We'll have a sedation gun ready to go. We need more cyborg knowledge, Ginger, more cybernetic enhanced help. Everyone down here would die to be free, but I don't want to die. I want to live free in the fresh air."

"We all want that, but one more cyborg won't make it happen tomorrow." She sighed. "Fine, I'll get ready. It's hard to watch, though. Becoming a cyborg is worse, but humans adapt. We can learn to live with a lot of things, especially when they monitor your thoughts and punish you. Letting go of that and becoming free again isn't easy either."

"We couldn't do what we're doing without you. Every move is a step closer." He smiled at her.

Ginger headed to her station looking unconvinced.

Pausing, he turned. "Do you wish we'd left you up there and not taken you?"

She looked down. "No, I'm happier here. Seeing someone else go through the adjustment to freedom is kind of like reliving it. In the end it's better, but the sudden change can be painful."

"I'm sorry, but they really need your help." He couldn't agree more that it was difficult to watch someone struggle.

One day when they all were free above, it'd be a struggle for AnSol not to jump at every turn, not to fear the noon sun, and not to hide his true nature from everyone. Freedom was worth the pain.

Zeroing in on the cyborg in question, AnSol sent a few odd messages to see how the man reacted. All the responses came back normal so there was no active malfunction. Perhaps he was a higher-level cyborg? Enhanced information? His location was ideal for having added knowledge, but getting him to the Underground would be tricky...


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CYBER SCAVENGE by Cheryl Dragon

CYBER SCAVENGE by Cheryl Dragon

If you want a spanking, you'd better head for the Underground! In 2215, any violence -- including kinky sex -- is absolutely illegal.

The rebels below enjoy freedom and plot a takeover someday. They need help accessing the AI so Dom KiRin hacks into the implants of a sexy cyborg who happens to be a submissive.

Bondage and belts build trust between the two men. Unfortunately, the powers aboveground won't let a cyborg disappear without giving the rebels some hell!

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Cyber Scavenge
Cheryl Dragon
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Velandrios sat tied to a hard chair by unbreakable metal rope. He opened his eyes and tried to focus. Something was wrong. His cybernetic implants had failed. Vel's hands were handcuffed together in front of him, but there was no pain. The dingy room was small, with a bed shoved up against the wall, a desk with an ancient computer, and a cabinet. He couldn't see anything else.

All he remembered was a failure in his GPS program as he entered a tunnel. Then he was jumped by oddly dressed humans. They'd hit him with something electronic and everything had gone black.

One florescent light flickered overhead as the door opened, and a scantily clad woman entered.

"How are you?" the blonde female with springy curls asked. The odd green curl in the front made him squint.

He'd tried to break free and failed. Then he'd noticed the silence. Even if an implant failed, the artificial buzz was always there. His brain searched for the hum of the Corporate implants he'd hated so much. When no pain shot through him at that treasonous thought, he knew something was different. He almost felt free despite the restraints.

"Where am I?" he asked.

She smiled. "Underground. It's okay. They can't hear your thoughts anymore. You're safe."

It could be a test -- a virtual simulation or an implant-triggered hallucination to test him. Rumors of the Underground were always there among the public. The Corporation knew it was real but tried hard to ignore it. No evidence of people living in the abandoned sewer system had ever been found. The group couldn't be that big.

Vel tried to orient himself. The walls were metal with some stone, nothing like the advanced technology the Corporation used to build things. Every building had been rebuilt or reinforced with Corporate technology. They monitored everything!

Old technology was everywhere here, but he saw a few smooth new screens in the walls. These were not homeless rebels hiding out like the Corporation wanted its military arms to believe.

He looked at the woman's face and saw a small metal piece at one temple. He wasn't going to get his hopes up or believe in anything yet. "They'll come for me."

"No, they won't." A man stepped out from behind Vel. Dressed in black except for a bright purple belt, the man stood about six feet tall and was leanly muscled. No physical competition if Vel could get free. If this was a virtual test, however, this man was perfect temptation for Vel.

The shock of black hair on the rebel's pale skin drew Vel to study him further. The purple streak in the man's hair was odd. The bumps in his shirts signaled piercings. All signs of a rebel. Vel was indeed in the Underground or a great simulation.

Vel tried to control his arousal. "I'm a criminal. They will hunt me down. If they can't bring me back, they will kill me remotely." The Corporation made its citizens fairly comfortable, considering the wars, floods, and disease outside of the walls of the Chicago territory. If you followed the rules, you could live in peace with sufficient food and work. Happy wasn't part of the promise. However, severe punishment for criminals was guaranteed.

"You're as much of a criminal as I am. Less, actually." The free man grinned. "I'm a hacker, and I sexually dominate all the men I can. All you did was want to have sex. A virtual sex program turned you in for a fantasy. You didn't even touch another person." He leaned in over the restrained man.

The blonde picked up the implants taken from Vel's face and left the room. Vel felt lost, alone with a hot man. A hacker. Since his arrest, Vel had played by the rules. He'd tried so hard to fit in and avoid more pain. The urge to let it all go bubbled deep within him.

"Illegal sex. BDSM is unacceptable. You're just asking for them to find you by kidnapping me." He wondered how the blonde had managed to avoid recapture.

"Not down here. In the Underground, you can do whatever you want -- as long as the other person agrees. Aren't you going to thank me?" He grabbed a knife from his belt and cut open the shirt of Vel's uniform around the metal rope until it was shredded.

"Thank you? I don't know what the hell you're doing, but I didn't volunteer." He tried to ignore the large hands sliding over his chest. When the hacker pinched Vel's nipples, he fought the arousal.

Vel wanted to give in and take any chance to get what he craved from a man. For the first time in years, he allowed himself to think of being spanked and fucked hard. Of his cock being slapped as another cock was shoved down his throat.

Those very thoughts, alone with a virtual sex program, had gotten him arrested a few years ago. Not one actual act with another human, and his real life had ended. Now he imagined it with this man in graphic detail. There was no buzz in his head. No pain. No mental correction. Only desire for more pulsed throughout him. The pleasure of sexual freedom flooded his body.

The world didn't melt away at his failing the test.

The Corporation wasn't behind this.

It was real.

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