Hacked Hacker

You are a master hacker, one of the best in the business. You would claim that everyone knew you, but then again that would defeat the purpose. Your name was only known in covert circles and even then "John" was a mere psuedonym. Currently, you were on the open web, not sitting behind a computer screen, no hackers of 2201 leveraged VR to their advantage, downloading themselves to the web to better navigate firewalls and code. It wasn't without its dangers, but it was the best way to do it with advances in cybersecurity. Currently, you were in the form of your avatar, an unassuming, slightly masculine individual in a black hoodie and jeans, non-descript and decidedly male. You were drifting through cyberspace, past lines of code to get to your home computer after your latest successful corporate hacking.

Unfortunately, all was not right, a rival was targeting you. As you floated through the network, a chain of pink energy shot up from below. You weren't prepared for this kind of attack and weren't even able to dodge it as it latched onto your ankle. With a sharp tug, the chain dragged you down, down, down and into a swirling white portal, something that typically meant you were being dragged into a different system. As you settled into a blank field of white, sparsely populated by extraneous files and documents, the chain disappeared. Taking its place, a spherical cage of pink bars trapped you. Whoever was doing this was clever, dangerously so. You looked down as you avatar faded, revealing your true appearance, a meek young boy in his boxers and a t-shirt with a thin body and borderline effeminate features.

"Hmmmm....looks like I caught you John," Boomed a feminine voice that seemed to orginate from on high. Your captress activated a webcam, linking it to you within the web, and before you a screen appeared. It showed a vaguly familiar face in a very familiar place.

The screen showed a woman with long black hair died blue in places and dark makeup accompanied by few subdurmal implants. She currently wore a jacket and rather tight pants. And while you didn't immediately recognize her, you did recognize that she was sitting in your lap....in the real world...in front of your computer.

"So nice to see you again, hope you don't think I've forgotten what you pulled at STech last year~" She said, her tone sing-songy as she reclined across your limp body in the real world.

"Jade..." You say after a moment, recalling her actual name. It didn't matter much saying it out loud though, your rival hacker didn't have the speakers turned on, only the microphone.

"In any case, now that I've got what I needed, I'll just stash you on my jump drive," Jade explained as she hit a few keys, you and your spherical prison were suddenly dragged away from the screen, jammed down into a tight black abyss that was a simple storage medium.

"Oh, what to do? What to do?" Your rival mused, taping her chin with the newly unplugged jump drove. In reality, as fun as it was to tease you, she was at a lose with what she could do now that she'd downloaded your consciousness. Though her uncertainty was not for lack of options, in reality dozens of cruel ideas flooded her head.

She could upload you to any number of deep web porn sites, making you the female victim in scenarios featuring hardcore BDSM, tentacle porn, or any other number of darker fetishes. Or maybe she'd make things a bit more personal, keep you on her laptop, reprogram you into a little bitch in her free time or just trap you in a game of her design. Her devious plans didn't even have to stay on the web, she could simply download you onto anything in the real world, a mass produced sex doll or a computer controlled fleshlight. Truly, the idea of turning you into nothing more than a cocksleeve for the rest of your miserable life put a grin on Jade's face.