Ghost in the Shell: Remote Control pt. 1

Motoko Kusanagi stepped slowly into the warehouse, her weapon raised. Moving quickly to cover, she swept her weapon across the room. The area was spacious, but barren. The building had been heavily used for industrial storage just a few short years ago, but since coming under new management, the place was conspicuously abandoned. There had been a lot of talk of illegal activity in the area however. Specifically, illegal cybernetic augments with quite frankly terrifying implications.

Section 9 had sent Kusanagi in. She was already one of their top operatives, and she would have a vested interest in keeping the augments off the streets. The operation also required no small amount of stealth, as every time an investigative or strike team was sent in, they found nothing. In spite of this, rumors of electrical work persisted around the area. As such, someone needed to be sent who could infiltrate the workshop without apparently alerting the workers within. Equipped with her (skin-tight) thermoptic suit, there were few who could slip in and out of the warehouse better than the Major.

Despite her careful approach and infiltration however, Motoko found nothing within the warehouse. It was every bit as empty as it had been when Section 9 had sent the strike team in. Taking several careful steps forward, Motoko walked out into the open area of the warehouse and began to investigate. In spite of how long the warehouse had apparently been abandoned, there was very little dust or grime build up around the area. If anything, the area looked too clean. Looking more closely, Motoko noticed something else. There was a thin seam, almost imperceptible to the eye, running the entire length of the warehouse floor.

As Motoko bent to examine it, the floor suddenly rumbled and began to move beneath her. Quickly catching her footing and slipping behind some cover, the Major watched as an entire, elaborate lab rose up from beneath the floor. It was complex and state of the art, with a large array of equipment that Motoko couldn't recognize off the top of her head.

Among all the equipment was a single individual, squat, balding, and more than a little overweight. The man (Gerry Manheim in his acting debut!) stretched and scratched his ass as he looked over some equipment.

"Hmmmm, that should be enough work for the day." The man said aloud, before giggling to himself. "Oh, I'll be able to charge a fortune for these. They'll pay it too, if they don't want to be left in the dust."

Engaging the cloaking system in her thermoptic suit, Motoko's body shimmered and vanished from view. She was in luck, her target had given her everything she needed to arrest him then and there. It would be child's play to sneak up on him, catch him unawares, and arrest him. Judging by the look of him, he wouldn't put up much of a fight before surrendering into custody.

Moving forward silently, she kept her weapon trained on the man as she walked into the workshop. The man continued to survey something on the table in front of him, apparently completely oblivious to her movements. Once she was within 10 feet of him, Motoko deactivated her cloak.

"Section 9! Hands above your head!" She spoke in a strong, authoritative voice.

"Huh? Wha?" The Man spun around, stumbling and almost crashing into the table behind him. "I- What's-"

"You are under arrest for the development, manufacturing, and intent to distribute illegal augments." Motoko said, her voice still strong and authoritative.

"N-No, please! I-I-I can't go to prison, I could never-"

"You should have thought of that before-" Motoko was cut off as a massive, robotic tentacle latched onto the back of her head and neck.

Despite its considerable size, the mechanized appendage moved with fluidity and speed that was shocking even to the state of the art Kusanagi. She was helpless as she felt something thin and flat pierce into her spinal column. She struggled and fought against it, grabbing onto the tentacle with her hands and attempting to tear it from her body to no avail. She felt something slipping through the cut in her flesh and inserting itself into her spine, where it attached itself. Then, without warning, the robotic tentacle let her go and retreated to its place in a nearby piece of equipment.

To her horror, Motoko realized that she couldn't move. No matter how hard she urged them, her limbs refused to obey the commands that her mind was giving them. She was frozen in place, a living statue. Her eyes darted towards the man. A living statue at the mercy of the criminal she'd been sent to arrest.

The Man clapped and giggled. "Now this makes the entire day's worth of work worth it. I expected Section 9 to send an agent for me, but I didn't expect them to send one so pretty." He looked her up and down, clearly pleased with how her suit left very little to the imagination. "If you're wondering how I caught you, I spotted you the instant you stepped within the perimeter of the warehouse. I spent a lot of time and money making sure that I was prepared for every eventuality here in my workshop."

Motoko tried to say something, tried to respond in any way, but found that she couldn't. Her body remained stubbornly out if her control.

"Oh, and if you're worried about what it is I did to you, it's just my latest product." He reached down and picked a thin, chip-like device off the table. "I call it the Collar attach this to a cybernetic individual's systems and you have complete control over all the electronic bits. Which in your case..." He leered at her. "Is just about everything, isn't it?"

Motoko racked her brain for a solution, for any way to save herself and bring this man to justice. She could think of nothing. She was completely at his mercy.

The man picked a tablet up off the table. "It looks like the Collar has finished taking over all your systems. Let's see just how much control I have, shall we?"

Motoko's mind reeled. What was he going to make her do? Her body was state of the art, there was no telling what chaos he could wreak with her under his control. All her hard work, all her friends, the entirety of the city was in danger.

The man hit a few buttons and Motoko's body moved to stand at attention, her back straight and her hands at her sides.

"Such a nice body they've given you. Let's see a little more of it, shall we?"

The man giggled and hit a few more buttons. Motoko's hands moved of their own accord and took hold of the front of her thermoptic suit. One button press later, they tore the front of it in half, exposing Motoko's chest, stomach, and breasts to the Man. That done, she returned to standing at attention.

"No, no, no, no, no." The man tutted. "That won't do, lets change that pose."

Motoko's hands shifted, moving to her ass and squeezing it. At the same time, she pushed her chest out in front of her, giving the Man a better few of her considerable breasts.

"And for the piece de resistance..." The Man typed on his tablet.

Motoko's mouth finally moved again, finally worked again. Unfortunately, it wasn't saying what she wanted it to say.

"Please sir, fuck me. Please sir, fuck me." Her mouth said. "I need your dick in my needy little cunt. I'll do it however you like. Please sir, fuck me. Please sir, fuck me."

The Man clapped his hands together.

A cold realization hit Motoko he was only getting started. These first few inputs had been a trial run. He had much more in store for her this long, lonely night.