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Terminal Promotion	By : JayDee Category: 1 through F > Doctor Who Views: 2411 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Content Codes: AFFO ChallengeFic COMPLETE Contro MF MCD Rape Violence
Warning: This story contains content that should not be read by people underneath the age of 21. It is 100% fiction and has no bearing on reality whatsoever. Real life rape and murder is WRONG. The author does not condone illegal and immoral actions described. Please read the story codes and stop reading if they repel you as they should do. Hopefully, people will already have seen them and never even made it as far as this warning.

Warning: This story contains content that should not be read by people underneath the age of 21. It is 100% fiction and has no bearing on reality whatsoever. Real life rape and murder is WRONG. The author does not condone illegal and immoral actions described. Please read the story codes and stop reading if they repel you as they should do. Hopefully, people will already have seen them and never even made it as far as this warning.

The Editor had been monitoring her for days. He did so enjoy letting his anticipation build. At first there had been one or two of them a year, but each time he wanted to scratch the itch again a little sooner. He watched on the screen as she climbed into the Spike Room chair and activated the implanted receptor chip port in her forehead. Invisible when closed, it looked like a round hole in her skull surrounded by metal triangles when opened. His cock gave a twitch as the Infospike beamed directly into her exposed brain. He loved the half-lidded vacant expression during the process, so different to the intelligent smile she wore in her staff photo. Her rich dark skin would make a sexy contrast to his deathly pale complexion, he thought, and decided he wouldn’t wait any longer for his treat.
"As soon as she's finished, promote Cathica. Get her up here."
The chip controlled corpses at the bank of monitors gave no sign of hearing him, but the order would be obeyed. His master, the Editor-in-Chief, had once told him the chips allowed the rimed bodies to retain just enough sentience to suffer.

361 floors down Satellite Five, Cathica Santini Khadeni blinked as the stream ceased. Confident and beautiful, the journalist climbed from the chair and looked around at her colleagues. Everything had gone smoothly for once.
"Right-"
They all turned as a screen lit up to announce promotion. When the synthesized voice gave her name she punched the air. She was going to Floor 500! Suki reached her before the other colleagues, but rather than congratulations she whispered,
"Be careful."
Cathica pulled away from the hug. She poked a perfectly manicured nail into Suki's chest, and looked haughtily down upon her.
"Don't try to spoil my promotion! I deserve it."
"Sorry!" Suki told her, "Try to let me know what happens up there, yeah?"
"You know I won’t be able to. Nobody ever does when they’re promoted. It'll be amazing."
The others piled in to say their goodbyes, pushing Suki aside. The petite woman still looked concerned, but Cathica took it for jealousy. She packed a shoulder bag and went to the elevator. She’d never known happiness so intense as when she rode up to Floor 500.

The Editor had two of his chipped corpses standing by the elevator exit. It was freezing cold, a requirement of the editor-in-chief's alien metabolism, but he barely noticed anymore. The door slid apart and Cathica stood before him. She was obviously surprised to see the ice box floor, rather than golden walls. The chipped corpses entered the elevator and gripped her arms. She screamed.
"I like your cries. You two, get her on her knees, where she belongs. Pull her head up."
The chips forced compliance from dead flesh. They pushed Cathica down onto the elevator floor. One of them took the hanging cornrow braids and yanked her skull back. The other pressed her hands together with one of its own so that she couldn't move her fingers. Both of them kept her on her knees with a single hand to the shoulder. She looked up at him with an expression of confused terror. She probably hoped this was a trick, a Floor 500 hazing.
"What are you doing? I was promoted!"
He reached for her face and then licked a tear from his fingers.
"That's right. You were promoted from Floor 139 Journalist to Floor 500 sperm receptacle."
The Editor snapped his fingers and the receptor chip in the centre of Cathica's forehead opened. She wanted to snap her own fingers and re-close it, but a dead hand clasped them together. She watched with mounting fear as the Editor disabled to safety field that kept her visible pink-grey brain from infection. He shoved his pants down to his ankles. His cock bounced up against his belly. It almost looked too thick for the chip’s hole; long, bloated, and sweaty despite the chill of Floor 500.
"Let me go! I won't tell anyone!"
"Now, Cathica, I'm sure you were a better journalist than that...”
She struggled. She fought with everything she had as he slowly brought his precum leaking glans and smeared it across her darkly flushed cheeks. Her teeth snapped, so close to a bite, and he jerked upwards to the receptor chip’s hole.
"You're beautiful," he told her.
It was the last thing Cathica Santini Khadeni fully understood. Her eyes crossed as he penetrated her brain through her forehead. She could still see the scrotum hanging before her face, and the hairy thighs to either side, but she couldn't understand what she saw. Her jaw and tongue hung slackly from her mouth. Half-formed vocalizations burst from the back of her throat
There was no sensation in the galaxy like having a living brain wrapped around his cock. The chipped corpses released Cathica and departed. She was no threat anymore. He gripped her skull, felt the tight cornrows beneath his hands, and then gently slid his cock back to the chip entrance. Cathica looked back with uncomprehending eyes. He thrust back inside.
“How’s this for an infospike you vegetable bitch?”
The dying woman’s body twitched and spasmed as he raped her mind. He humped against her skull, changing the angle to penetrate more brain. For the Editor it was as much about the power and the meaning of the act as the physical pleasure. Cranial fluid splashed back out as he fucked harder. A rising stench announced she’d voided her bowels, but he thought she was still just about alive. He sheathed himself fully. His nuts tightened up beneath his shaft, and he emptied his balls into her skull. He held her head, drooling and dead, as his last spurts mixed into her destroyed brain.
Finally, he pulled out and clicked his fingers. The chip’s hole closed leaving only smeared juices showing where it was.
The Editor left the body for disposal and went back to work.
End
This story was written using AFF forum weekly prompts 206 - Trick, Treat, Terror.

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I have two muses. One of them is decent, smutty and funny. The other is a cruel Lamia who lives down in the dark part of my brain, and hisses plots like this to me.
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