I guess I should tell you more about me. At least the old me. I'm still working on who the new me is.

Before all the enhancements, I was known as Ricky Lynn Rothman.  Daughter and heir of Robert Rothman. With the laws the way they are, I am not sure I am still his heir. Normal cyborgs are not allowed to inherit.

Who am I now? I am not a normal cyborg; that much I know. Humans that require cyborg enhancements to save their lives enter into a binding contract with my father's company to pay off their cyborg prosthetics.

The person signing the contract is agreeing to the AI taking control on occasion. The enhanced libido is one of those times. Each cyborg has a number engraved on their shoulder that identifies them. A human wanting sex from a particular cyborg will send that number to a central bank.

The bank will respond with costs for services and duration. When paid, the bank will send a command code to the AI and the human for the services requested. The human says the command code to the cyborg, and the game is on. 

The cyborg had no choice but to obey the human's demands. The cyborg's debt is supposed to be reduced by the amount paid minus a service fee. Those services can range from simple chats to full-blown mind-blowing sex. Only my father never reduced the debt. Keep adding on maintenance fees and replacement costs.

Funny thing, I actually did both with cyborgs before I became one. I have talked to the human part of a cyborg, and they all seem happy with their decision. I know now I was talking to an AI-controlled conversation. Those service fees were always blown out of proportion.  Leaving the debt unpaid beyond the six months. The human part never complained. Mainly because they were alive.

Back to me. My AI is not taking control. We seem to have a mutual coexistence. AI 116 and Ricky Lynn don't exist separately anymore. All this brings me to where I am now. 

My friendly lab guy redid the bland cyborg parts of my body. Changed the bleak white to blue and white details. Flashy lights defined some of the details of my cyborg parts. I can turn the lights on and off, change their color, or flash them in sequence. You know, he made me look pretty again. One more thing I noticed. I now sport a military rank insignia on my body armor.

The rank wasn't a low-level enlisted cyborg. The rank was that of a Commander. Cyborg soldiers weren't allowed to be officers, especially high-ranking officers, because cyborgs are too easily controlled.  I was told because I am fully autonomous, the normal cyborg rules and laws didn't apply to me.

I don't have a number on my shoulder.  My AI number isn't registered with the Central Bank. The lab guy defied my father in every way he could.  Right this minute I knew where I had to go.
As I walked down the street, people either hid behind broken walls and debris or knelt as I walked by. They had never seen a cyborg that looked like me or acted like me. I had to find a way to correct the behavior of the people around me, but I didn't need to do a thing. Word quickly spread about who and what I had become.

I arrived at my home. The house I grew up in. I'm not really sure it's still my home. Those foolish laws again. The front door now lay shattered. The house staff wouldn't open the door, so I did it my way. Right now, I am sitting on the face of my father's butler, John.

Ok, all that door-busting made me horny, and this fool wanted me since I had public fuzz. My libido is turned up. With the pheromones I give off and the blinking lights I control, I can make anyone submissive to the point they can't really lie to me. I can do whatever I want them to.  Basically I am a lie detector and a skilled interrogator. At least that is what my AI keeps telling me.

My AI is also feeding me dominance things to do to John the Butler. Another thing a cyborg isn't supposed to be is dominant. My enhanced senses were telling me John the Butler is about to submit. I looked down and barked, "Where is my father?"

He started to moan under me, trying to fight the urge to tell me what he knew.  I reached back and grabbed his crotch through his pants. I liked what I felt, but I wasn't here for pleasure. I increased my grip and barked, "Tell me where my father is before I rip this off and feed it to you." I looked around and had to laugh as the rest of my father's staff looked on.

I gripped John the butler's manhood tighter and growled, "You're going to tell me where my father is, aren't you?" John the butler nodded the best he could with me sitting on his face. My senses knew John the butler was close to submission. In a stern voice, I said, "Who am I?"

He moved his head the best he could and said, "Lady Ricky." That's what he always called me.

I squeezed his crotch a bit tighter and said, "No, I am not Ricky anymore. Who am I?"

He groaned, "Ohhhh, damn, please, Milady. You are hurting me."

I laughed and said, "Ohhh, I am going to really hurt you if you don't start talking. Now, who am I?"

He mumbled, "You are not what your father wanted you to be."

I laughed, saying, "No shit, I am not." My finger clamped down on his urethra. Any harder and he would need surgery to restore function.

He groaned, "Ohhhh, damn, MiLady, please stop."

I laughed and told him, "Oh, I am going to sit right here till you tell me what I want to know." That saying, "All is fair in love and war," entered my human brain. Between my augmented and human brains, I knew another war was brewing. If I could get to my father before that happened, maybe I could prevent the coming war. I let a little more of the three hundred pounds I now weighed settle on John's face and asked, "You understand me?"

He grunted under the increased weight and groaned, "Yes."

I squeezed his manhood a bit tighter and growled, "Yes, what? Give me a name."

He thought for a while and mumbled, "Mistress Astria."

I started to slowly release the lump in my hand and replied, "Astria, hmmm, I like it." Astria was a mystic character in stories he read to me as a child. I slid off his face and down his chest. I turned around, facing him and smiling. I unclipped my armor and whispered, "Are you ready for me to mount you now?"

I didn't really give him a chance to answer as I tore the cloth in my hand, grabbed his manhold, lined him up under me, and slid down onto his lap.

He moaned, "Ohh damn, please stop hurting me, Mistress. I had no choice but to help your father." He started spreading me open. Like the lab man, I felt every vein and bump he had.

I asked, "How did you help him?" I honestly know why.

I thought to myself, "Yeah, I am liking this new me." To me it was pure pleasure; to him it was excruciating torture.

I had my hand on John the butler's neck as I started gyrating my hips. I heard one of the onlookers proclaim, "Ohhh yeah, get him, Miss."

My enhanced hearing heard another voice whisper, "I didn't know cyborgs could do this to humans. This is so hot." I chuckled because I could hear her pleasuring herself. A normal cyborg wouldn't do what I am doing to John the butler, but as I said before, I am not a normal cyborg.

I started groaning, "Damn, if I knew you would have felt this good, we would have been doing this a long time ago."

My kegel muscles tightened around his manhold, and he screamed, "Ohhh, ow, Mistress. You're hurting me."

My body shook as my orgasm was triggered. He screamed again as I clamped down even tighter on his pole. He kept saying, "Ohhh, please stop, you are hurting me, Mistress."

I laughed and said, "You waited a long time to have sex with me, didn't you? Bet you wish you didn't want this now."

He nodded and replied, "Yes. No, Mistress Astria."

In my head, I heard my AI say, "New name registered."

I felt my muscles relax, so I started moving my hips again. Under me all I heard was John moaning in pain. Again, my muscles clamped down on him. My body knew he was about to climax despite the pain and knew I wasn't ready for him to release.

He screamed, "Ohhh, damn that hurts."

I laughed and said, "It doesn't hurt me."

John the butler moaned, "Sorry, Miss. Your father wanted you to die. Since you didn't die, he wanted you to be a mindless cyborg, so I brought you to the cyborg lab."

I laughed and said, "How did that work out?"

In pain, John grunted, "It doesn't look like it did."

It only took four times of this routine for him to start begging me to let him go. A thought came into my head. I am going to need money if I am to complete my quest. I growled at John the butler, "Did my father abandon this house? What happened to the rest of my family? Why did he do this to me?"

John the butler replied, "He abandoned the house and all of his family, Mistress. I do not know where the rest of your family went to. He found out you were going to the authorities to report him, so he ordered me to have the drone shoot down the one above you. He didn't know why all the drones and cyborgs stopped, but he figured you had something to do with it."

My enhanced senses knew he wasn't lying. Furthermore, I knew he couldn't lie to me, and he confirmed most of what I already knew.  The inescapable fact is almost half my brain was missing. No matter how many of my memories could be restored, not all of them can be recovered.  A cyborg's memories can be restored, but only from recorded archives. Those archives are expensive and controlled by my father's company.

I religiously committed my memories to the archive. Since the company technically now belongs to me. Time to access my archive.

It would be days before I could confirm it was me that shut them all down. That cost my father millions in war revenue. The greedy bastard wants to restart the war to restore his revenue flow. I would be the only obstacle to that plan now if not for the laws he had implemented.

I could sense that one of the onlookers knew the answers to my questions about my family. I looked up at her and said, "Get your ass down here, bitch."

I started to move my hips on John again. I wasn't going to tell him just how good he felt inside of me. Just wanted to keep him in pain.

My AI voice said, "You are not ovulating."

I thought, "Well shit, I have built-in birth control."

The maid moved close, and I pointed at John' face and yelled, "Sit."

She giggled and said, "Yes, Miss."

As her panty-covered ass straddled John's face, I barked, "Where is my fucking family?"

She removed her thong, and as she settled down, she meekly said, "Your mother and brothers have returned to her parents' house on the southern continent. They are afraid of what your father has made you, Miss. Your father told them and us bad things about you and what you were capable of doing."

I could see the lust in her eyes as she was grinding into John's face. This round, I didn't tighten down on John as much as I had been doing. I felt him release inside of me, and I proclaimed, "Ohhh, hell." My body shook again as another orgasm took me to Pleasureville.

The maid screamed out as she orgasmed and fell off John’s face.

I reached down and grabbed John’s shirt. As I pulled him to me, I commanded, "Now tell me, where is my father, or do you want me to hurt you some more?"

John the butler swallowed and spoke, "I really don't know where he went, but he took the jet and fled."

My AI stated, "The family aircraft is located."

I stood up and looked around. I loudly spoke, "I am now the mistress of this house. Any of you who do not want to work for me, leave now." Not one person moved.

My AI brain said, "Claims registered. Justification sent."

There is a loophole in the law that states that if the human owner of an estate abandons the estate, the cyborg heir can assume ownership of the entire estate, provided they have no debts. Plus I fell into another loophole, that being the fully autonomous thing. It was there to give some hope to cyborgs, but one my father never planned to honor. I am the first, but I will change that.

When my AI brain said, "Target has been located behind enemy lines," my temper flared.

Almost with practiced ease, I picked up John the butler and tossed his ass out the shattered door. I screamed, "Somebody get that door repaired. Gather up that traitor's shit and burn it."

Almost in unison they replied, "Yes, Miss."
I smiled at our cook and said, "If you are still loyal to me, would you make me something to eat?"

He smiled and said, "It would be my honor, Commander."

He surprised me by calling me by rank, but my AI reminded me he's former military.

I smiled and replied, "I will be upstairs."