I think my fabulous readers know I enjoy writing in several different genres. My latest release is no exception. I’ve had a fascination for Cyborg’s for years – perhaps because of a certain old movie starring Harrison Ford. Do you remember? This one is a bit dark, but a telling about how human nature makes a fight, even when the machine inside demands to take over – and kill…
I hope you enjoy a taste of this one on this fabulous Saturday!
A single purpose compels him. He must find me, claim me, and master me completely.
Tracking down cyborgs is my job, but this time I’m the one being hunted. This rogue machine has spent most of his life locked up, and now that he’s on the loose he has plans for me…
He isn’t just going to strip me, punish me, and use me. He will take me longer and harder than any human ever could, claiming me so thoroughly that I will be left in no doubt who owns me.
No matter how shamefully I beg and plead, my body will be ravaged again and again with pleasure so intense it terrifies me to even imagine, because that is what he was built to do.
When her body stopped shaking, she finally opened her eyes, taking several seconds to realize what had just happened. Startled, she took a decided step backwards, forcing my hand from her dripping cunt.
I held my hand in front of my face, marveling at how the thick juice glistened in the light. “Is my release date the same?” I asked the question then drew my index finger across my lips. The taste of her was exquisite.
Sara watched me, dumbfounded, for at least a full minute before trying to look away. “Um. What?”
I suckled my fingers, one after the other, providing a guttural growl. “I asked. Is my release date the same?”
Blinking, she rubbed her hand through her mussed-up hair, licking the beads of sweat from her upper lip. Funny how her eyes never left my crotch. “Yes. Tomorrow. You’re being assigned to a very important person. You should be happy.” After placing the syringe on a nearby metal table, she lifted her arm, her fingers coming dangerously close to touching my stiffness. “I will miss you. Maybe…”
While I was still locked down on one side, I leaned up until our lips were almost touching. I could almost taste the lip gloss she’d strategically slathered on only seconds before coming inside the room. I knew she was able to gather a whiff of her juice on my breath.
I couldn’t give a shit which powerful man I would be fawning over like a mother to a baby chick. Everyone on Earth seemed to be afraid of the unknown, the most powerful with more enemies than any concept of friends. I was supposed to keep them safe. “Maybe?” Goosebumps prickled along every inch of her delicate skin and I had to control myself for fear I’d fuck her right here, with no care for the consequences.
“Maybe we could—”
Sara wasn’t able to finish her statement as a series of alarms went off, lights flashing everywhere. Seconds later several of the personnel raced down the hall, their heavy boots thudding against the cheap tile floor. I’d been here long enough to know exactly what this meant.
One of the reprobates had been captured.
Designated as the leading rehabilitation center on the East Coast, the majority of the poor and soon to be dead pieces of twisted metal were brought here.
And they’d never see the light of day again.
“Oh, no!” she exclaimed, her eyes darting back and forth across mine. I couldn’t help but notice she didn’t pull away for at least a full minute. Her skirt was still crowded along her upper thighs. If I shifted, I would no doubt be able to gather a glimpse of her glistening pinkness. “I should go.”
“Yes. Another time, sweet Sara,” I said half under my breath and leaned back as if dismissing her. The sweet taste of her remained on my lips and tongue. The next woman I came into contact with, I’d ravage without any reservation. No amount of pleading would convince me to stop.
Adjusting her skirt, she nodded before heading toward the door, swinging open the massive steel and moving outside quickly. In her hurry, she’d left the visual display on as well as the sensors attached to my body. I’d unnerved the poor thing. I chuckled at the thought. I heard the slight click as the lock was firmly latched back into place.
Then I wasted no time in yanking my other arm free before easily removing the shackles on my legs and jumping off the cold table. Another group of facility workers raced by. I could see a level of fear on at least two of the doctor’s faces as well as befuddlement. They certainly hadn’t expected the guest today, a snare in their usual organized plans. I grabbed my shirt and walked closer to the massive observation window, adjusting my cock. Ten more minutes and I would have made her suck me off. It wasn’t long before two well-armed CRONs marched a cyborg unit encased in chains down the hallway. For the officers to use actual chains meant this particular cyborg had put up quite a fight.
I knew of the highly trained group of officers, men and women whose sole job description was locating and securing the reprobates. I studied the cybernetic organism with curiosity. He was dressed in casual attire but covered in blood. The cyborg had been active. The creature would be taken to the very bowels of the building to be deprogrammed, his manufactured brain stripped from him. There would be no more humans killed by his lethal hands. Score one for the Cyborg Rehabilitation Officers’ Network.
The cyborg sensed my presence, jerking the two officers to a dead stop. He snapped his head in my direction, a grin on his face. Only one of his eyeballs was intact, the other socket nothing but a maze of ravaged steel. His mouth was twisted but he still managed to laugh, as if he knew some deep, dark secret. There was something innately inhuman about the unit.
A zapping noise could be heard through the six-inch-thick glass, a reflective blue light encasing the cyborg’s battered body. He’d been tasered. Quite effective for the primitive style of cybernetic unit. As he slumped down, the male officer took more control, dragging the unit down the hallway. The female on the other hand stood where she was, her face pinched in anger as well as relief.
She drew my attention for some unknown reason. I was programmed to appreciate CRON capabilities, even helping them as necessary, but I had an instant dislike of what they stood for. No amount of reprogramming would change that fact.
They were, as far as I was concerned, my enemy.
My cock twitched again, my thoughts drifting to the same carnal needs as before.
She’d been roughed up, her luscious dark hair falling in strings around her face. Portions of her uniform had been shredded and the redness under one eye would no doubt turn to an ugly bruise by morning. She shook her head, spouting off something verbally in the direction of her disappearing partner before lifting her middle finger. A snarl formed on her face, obviously satisfied with her performance.
She was much different than the other females I’d come into contact with, the air of confidence, even arrogance quite frankly a huge turn-on. With one exception. I was shaken, trying to control my breathing. While she looked entirely different out of costume, I was almost completely certain she was the lovely woman I’d spanked the night before. Yes, she had to be the same girl.
I was thrown, knowing that coincidences didn’t often occur, at least in my world.
Her hands on her hips, she paced the floor, inching absently toward the reflective glass. Deep in thought, she almost brushed against the window.
After a few seconds, she sensed my presence, her body tensing. Then she tipped her head in my direction and we locked eyes. The electricity shooting through me was indescribable and not anything I’d experienced before, even during my travels the night before. Every inch of my skin was tingling, as if on fire. I wasn’t surprised by my reaction. We were connected in a manner few humans could ever understand.
I was able to gather the synergy exploding from every synapsis in her body. There was no scent at this distance, but I would gamble she reeked of pheromones. She had all the markings of an accomplished officer, high in the ranks, which meant she’d captured dozens of cyborgs during her tenure but to me, she was a woman in desperate need, longing for a dominant man on a permanent basis.
Her lower lip quivered and she was mesmerized at least for a few precious seconds. Sensations rocketed through me and my cock was once again throbbing, even more so than before. I knew by some instinct that she was important, but not in the ways that anyone could understand.
Fuck her. Use her.
The words were like sweet music. I was able to see the erectness of her nipples, pushing against her uniform. There was no denying her arousal.
She was supposed to be mine.
Vivid images of her swam into my mind, driving me to the point of questioning my sanity. I would take her, use her, and fuck every hole in a brutal fashion.
And she would love every minute of it, succumbing to me completely.
When she was yanked out of her mesmerized state by another member of the facility personnel, only then could I break the intense connection. My pulse raced and even my heart was skipping beats. What in the fuck was going on? She barked out a few words, waving them off and running her hand through her disheveled hair.
Continuing to be drawn to her, I palmed the glass, studying the dimly lit hallway and trying to control my breathing. The blue flashing lights meant the full security system was in play and everything was on lockdown. After a few minutes, I heard the sound of footsteps once again and tried to remain completely unfeeling.
Until she walked in close proximity, stopping short as she came within two feet of the glass. There was a glint of recognition in her eyes but laced with questions. The mask had done well to cover up my identity. Her chest was rising and falling, and her eyes were glassy. While I wasn’t able to read the minds of any human, my gut gathered her thoughts and her emotions. She had no idea why she was drawn to me, but the outline of her hard nipples was an excellent indicator of her needs. Shaking, she wavered until her partner moved in front of her.
Was there a hint of a dark stain between her legs?
Seconds later, they disappeared but not before we connected one last time. There was no denying what we’d shared. I glanced at the visual display, a dark chuckle escaping my lips given the erratic nature of my vitals. They were off the charts. Yanking the sensor units, I tossed them to the group, hissing at the entire concept. Counting to five, I took several deep breaths in a concentrated effort to calm my heart rate. A few seconds later, I felt much better, but the image of the CRON’s reflective eyes remained.
I was content at that moment, moving to the living area that I’d grown accustomed to, walking quickly to the small bar that had only been wheeled into my locked cage a month before.
Out of good behavior.
What did you think? A little darkness is always good.
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