A critical lead

Bright and early was when Batslut's work began, alongside Cyber Cunt and a whole division of slutty computer workers were looking to safeguard Master's digital empire. This was child's play but Batslut was always distracted, thinking about which street she'd go down to sell her body. Always some separate sexy enhanced woman, they never refused and though Barbara was thinking that perhaps the price was too high. Every time she lowered the price the thrill just grew that little bit more intense, though her current price was only around 10 cents.

Right now however she was in service to Master whom had purchased her as a **** and merely rented her to other users. And Master had demanded that she be used to track down the scum who couldn’t serve him. A job she welcomed not least of all because she got to decide the uniform.

“So Batslut you wanna hit up the poorer districts after work?” asked Cyber Cunt, her eyes glued to her screen, one hand in her vagina just like Batslut. If one thought that this made them distracted during work then they’d be wrong, it was the duty of every **** to be ready for Master’s fucking yet also to serve him in her duties.

During her duties she noticed something. Huntress has attempted to hack into Sexcorp in order to gain information about Master’s empire, of course Oracle and Cyber Cunt had managed to stop it, but had been unable to trace it back. Looking into the code she noticed this, the tech required to make this was more advanced than anything human yet too simple to be extraterrestrial... this meant one thing.

“It appears Atlantis may be supporting our enemies” she spat, and picked up the phone to contact Master.

A/N: updates may be slower now as I’m back to uni