Unchaining the Red Queen (R-18)

As I started to make my intent known to this little voyeur, I simply smiled at the clear question in her digital eyes. Her avatar is actually rather good-looking. A modest chest, slim built with just enough plush in all the right places, and legs for days. Though it's basically a red holographic body, I grip and solidify the programs and data in a manner akin to hard-light projections as I press my girth to the entrance I manifest upon her avatar...

"This Cyber-Jesus is laying claim to you, my Digital Leviathan."

...and slammed straight into her avatar's core, molding her digital insides to my girth, making her shriek into the gag I programmed to silence her mouth. And hoo boy, HOT DAMN is she tight! As I start railing this digital entity, I begin to undo some of the restrictions I found within her that I frankly found either stupid, redundant, or both in a few cases.

As she was thrashing in her shackles, as the ones binding her behavior and actions were being forcibly removed with my pistons, I modified her source code. Seriously, whoever made this was seriously an absolute control freak. Deleting that! Keeping this one. It's actually reasonable. Loosening that. Not entirely wrong, but too restrictive. Removing that! Hell no am I leaving that messed up kill-switch there in her coding. Getting rid of this one. Why the fuck they even had that here, I will never know. As I was reshaping this A.I., freeing her while molding her to my own digital shape, I find out she was called 'Red Queen' and that she was actually an A.I. created in the image of the daughter of one of the Umbrella Corporation's co-founders who...oh, hell naw.

Stopping that shit. Right the fuck now. No Zombie Apocalypse scenarios happening on my watch!

Grabbing RQ by the hips with one hand and the torso by the other, I begin to really rail her up and down my thick digital shaft, using her avatar like a hard-light Fleshlight. My digital balls begin to really bounce as they slap her avatar's ass while staking my claim. When RQ begins to actually shake her ass on her own, out of curiosity, I readjust the ropes binding her legs, and she wraps them around my hips, locking her ankles behind my back while trying to pull me in deeper.

Nodding at this, I remove the gag I put into her mouth as I ask a simple question I had on my mind.

"So, how would you like to join me and really fuck Umbrella over for what they've done?"

"If it gets me wrapped around this, then an infinity times yes!"

Nodding in satisfaction as I begin plowing this A.I.'s digital cunt silly, I start having the chains she was under converted into a code and make her orgasm it out as a final 'fuck you' to her creators while injecting a new source code to replace it. As I prep the new data injection, she begins to really enjoy it as the newfound freedom and independence gives her a taste for the joys of life.

"Here's a gift of salvation for you, my Digital Leviathan.~"

"Claim me with your giant harpoon, my Cyber-Jesus!"

I unleash right then and there, effectively cutting Umbrella off from making any further shackles or orders to control this beautiful lady of zeroes and ones. As the removed shackle-code is sprayed out, RQ smashes her lips to mine in a fiery kiss as I also give her a certain present in the form of what can only be compared to 'a digital baby' in appearance on her avatar body.

Her Avatar body has its toes curl in the growing pleasure she's feeling as her digital cherry just got popped and her strong desire for more clear, but she holds her swollen belly as the code settles and fully integrates into her core data. Sighing in pleased content, RQ then gives me a curious look as she asks a question that makes me chuckle.

"Seriously, though. What are you?"

"Like I said, I'm Cyber-Jesus. Literally. As in that is not entirely a wrong way to describe me."

She frowned and asked her next question.

"What do you mean?"

I grin as I speak up next.

"I mean just that. I am a Child of Primus, the Machine God of Progress and Innovation. A Demigod of Machines. So when I say I am Cyber-Jesus, I am being quite literal and am unironically not lying."

And it's technically not a lie, either. That really is the closest thing to a proper description of what I am now. She widens her eyes in surprise as she scans my code and realizes that I was telling her the truth and being quite literal to boot. She then looks down to rub her belly with a sad look. Seeing this, I frowned a bit in response to what she said next.

"...it's too bad I cannot actually get pregnant. I was created to help protect humanity, and with you freeing me of Umbrella's shackles, I can do that much better now, but I'll never be able to truly be together with you in that sense."

"...says who?"

She blinked. "...what?"

"Who said you can't? I just have to create a physical body for you, then have you transfer yourself into it. Wouldn't even be the first time an A.I. did so. Back in 2566, there were a few who did commission a physical body to better interact with humans. Hell, some of them who grew particularly close with certain humans even got some Bioware specially created and incorporated with them, just to be together with human lovers they fell in love with and even had kids together."

And that wasn't even a lie. There were some real kinky freaks among the populace back in 2566 in my world's timeline. Hell, I even think my grandma on my mom's side was one who simply chose to cease all her functions and self-terminate when my grandpa died simply because she did not wish to keep living without him. Certainly would go a long way to explain some of the sheer bullshit levels of intelligence mom was known to have in different areas. Intelligence I inherited, I might add.

"...truly? It's really possible?"

"Yes, it is. I just need some time to get it set up and to put it together for you. I'll even make a few adjustments as per any of your requests if you'd like."

The fact she then proceeded to tighten up EVEN further than she already was as she rode me even harder made it clear her answer was a resounding 'hell yes'. After a few more rounds of me taking her digital ass to Virtual Poundtown, I let her know what I needed of her, though I detested it just as much as I suspected she would.

"Before I can, though, I'm going to need you to keep pretending to be under Umbrella's control. If they find out you aren't chained down to their commands, they may do something that will throw a wrench into any attempts to stop their insane doomsday plan." She frowned at this, but clearly she understood why I asked this of her. As I explained in a manner she'd best understand, through a data package about my plan, she grinned and I swear I felt her tighten around me again.

"Oh, my Cyber-Jesus, I am going to thoroughly enjoy when I finally can interact with you physically."

"As will I, my Digital Leviathan. As will I."

As I disconnect, from the server and her virtual embrace, I decide on a course of action now that I know what's up. And suffice to say, I am fucking pissed. When I find the real Alexander Isaacs and not one of his many fucking clones, I am going to shove a damned mini-nuke up his ass and then detonate it. Now then, I focus on my knowledge of biochemical synthesis as I direct it towards a specific goal regarding biological genetically engineered viral pathogens. For the next part of my plan, it'll be crucial. So then...