The neon haze parted just enough to reveal the path forward, their alliance burning brighter amid the city's endless betrayals. Nyx led the way through the upper spires' underbelly, her shadows coiling like eager fingers around the data-dungeon's reinforced access panels, prying them open with a hiss of displaced air. Echo followed close, her cybernetic sensors humming against the damp heat of the vents they crawled through, the residual slick from Varo's booth still clinging to her augmented thighs as she brushed against Nyx's lithe form in the tight confines. The air grew thick with ozone and the low thrum of neural overrides, every breath laced with the metallic tang of Cerbonix's grip on the facility's core.

Inside the holding chamber, Eclipse strained against the loyalty program's insidious pulses, her body arched on the restraint slab where Riven's tech had fused her light powers into flickering obedience. Her torn suit left her breasts exposed, nipples taut and aching under the cool vent blasts, while the program's whispers flooded her mind with phantom caresses that parted her folds and teased her clit in relentless, building strokes. She fought it with gritted teeth, hips twitching involuntarily as the simulated touch delved deeper, slicking her pussy with forced arousal that mixed with the real heat of her vendetta-fueled defiance, her moans echoing low and ragged as she clung to the memory of Nyx and Echo's earlier touches to keep from surrendering fully.

Nyx and Echo breached the inner sanctum just as the program escalated, projecting a shared holographic vision across the chamber's walls—a fractured future where the three women knelt in surrender, bodies intertwined in total submission to Riven's will. In the illusion, Eclipse's light dimmed to a soft glow as she spread her legs willingly, her pussy glistening and inviting while Riven's augmented hands claimed her, fingers pumping into her depths with mechanical precision that drew wet, desperate sounds from her throat. Nyx's shadows wrapped around Echo's form in the vision, guiding her rival's mouth to suckle at Eclipse's swollen breasts, tongues and lips working in unison as their own arousal dripped down trembling thighs, the scene pulsing with the program's promise of release if only they'd yield their independence for the ecstasy of corporate chains.

The vision shattered against their wills, but not before it left them flushed and aching, the emotional weight of what they could lose pressing heavy on their resolve. Eclipse's eyes locked onto theirs through the haze, her body still trembling from the program's edge—clit throbbing, entrance clenching around nothing as she gasped for control—yet the sight of her allies ignited a fresh spark of resistance, her light flaring to push back the neural whispers. Nyx's shadows lashed out to disrupt the emitters, while Echo's hands flew over a stolen terminal, her fingers dancing with urgent precision even as the lingering vision made her own nipples harden and her core pulse with unwanted empathy for the surrender it depicted.

Echo's message burst free in a encrypted burst just as Riven's security protocols closed in, a lifeline pinged to their outside contacts detailing the loyalty program's vulnerabilities and the blacksite's layout. The chamber erupted in alarms, but the trio pressed together in the chaos, bodies brushing with electric intent—Eclipse's slick heat pressing against Nyx's thigh as shadows shielded them, Echo's cybernetic grip steadying Eclipse's quivering form. The air crackled with unresolved tension, their shared breaths heavy with the scent of arousal and ozone, forging a deeper bond amid the betrayal's edge as they slipped toward the extraction point, the city's neon veins calling them onward into the fray.

Their boots splashed through the pooling runoff as the extraction route narrowed into a service conduit lined with flickering holo-screens, each one pulsing with residual loyalty code that made Eclipse's skin prickle with renewed heat. She stumbled between Nyx and Echo, the torn remnants of her suit leaving her breasts exposed to the humid air, nipples still stiff from the program's lingering phantom caresses. Nyx's shadows wrapped protectively around her waist, but the contact only amplified the slick ache between Eclipse's thighs, her pussy clenching with every step as if the neural whispers refused to fully release their grip. Echo's cybernetic fingers tightened on her hip, the cool metal contrasting the feverish warmth of Eclipse's skin, and for a moment their eyes met in shared defiance, a spark of genuine desire cutting through the manufactured haze.

The conduit opened into a wider maintenance bay bathed in crimson emergency lights, and that's when the trap sprang. Reinforced panels slammed shut behind them, Cerbonix enforcers materializing from hidden alcoves with neural dampeners humming to life. Riven's voice crackled over the comms, cold and laced with sadistic amusement, as the loyalty program surged anew in Eclipse's implants. This time the vision bloomed without warning—a different future where the three of them surrendered completely, bodies bared on silken corporate slabs. Eclipse saw herself on her knees, light powers dimmed to a submissive glow, spreading her glistening pussy lips for Riven's thick cock as he thrust into her with ruthless precision, each stroke drawing wet gasps that echoed her own building need. Nyx's shadows bound Echo in the vision, forcing the rival's mouth between Eclipse's thighs to lap at her swollen clit, tongues and fingers working in tandem while their own bodies trembled with forced orgasms, arousal dripping down their legs in shiny trails.

The shared illusion hit them all at once, leaving Nyx's breath hitching as her nipples tightened visibly against her suit, and Echo's augmented thighs pressed together in involuntary friction. Eclipse fought harder this time, her hand finding Nyx's in the chaos, fingers interlacing with desperate strength even as her core throbbed traitorously around the empty air. The emotional tether between them burned brighter than the program's lies—memories of their earlier alley touches, the way Nyx's shadows had stroked and teased without breaking their wills, the heat of Echo's precise touches grounding them in real connection rather than corporate obedience. Yet the enforcers closed in, stun batons crackling, and in the melee Nyx and Echo were forced to their knees, shadows flickering weakly as the dampeners overloaded their powers.

Eclipse's light flared in a final burst of resistance, but Riven's program twisted it, projecting one last intimate tableau where all three women yielded to their deepest desires under his control. She watched herself arching back against Echo's cybernetic frame, breasts crushed together as Nyx's tongue delved into her dripping folds, the rival's sarcastic moans turning to eager whimpers while Riven watched and directed every slick thrust of fingers and tongues. The vision promised endless ecstasy if they simply let go, but Eclipse clung to the real sensations around her—Nyx's warm breath on her neck, Echo's steadying grip—even as capture sealed their immediate fate. The message Echo had sent pulsed outward like a beacon, its encrypted data carrying the program's weaknesses into the city's underbelly, a fragile hope amid the tightening corporate net.

Alarms wailed as they were hauled toward the containment cells, bodies pressed flush in the struggle, Eclipse's slick heat brushing Nyx's thigh with every jostle and Echo's lips grazing her ear in a whispered promise of escape. The betrayal's edge cut deep, yet it forged something unbreakable in its wake, their shared arousal a weapon as much as a vulnerability, hearts pounding in sync against the neon-lit dark.

Neon Bargains: Eclipse's Edge