Criminal Core

by Nick Broad

  “Oh Shay,” I groaned, putting a hand on the back of her head. She didn’t seem to mind - if anything, her body trembled more at being used. I’d have to remember that. “Fuck, baby, I’m going to shoot. Oh shit I’m coming...”

  With any Earth girl I knew, that would have been the cue to pull back and finish me with her hand. But that wasn’t Shay - not one bit. As my cock jerked in her throat, she doubled her efforts, taking me balls-deep without a hint of a gag reflex like she’d been made to serve me. She kept on even as the pleasure crested, as I passed the point of no return and began to shoot...

  Fireworks exploded behind my eyes, brighter than the stars. The pleasure hit the breaking point and went stratospheric, flooding me with release as I erupted in Shay’s mouth. Burst after burst of hot, sticky seed hit the back of her throat, way more than my balls were usually capable of producing. She swallowed it all, eyes rolling back in her head as my taste coated her tongue. A cord of muscle in her neck pulsed. One of her legs kicked out, moving of its own volition as if she were the one getting off, not me.

  It was the most incredible experience of my life. And we were just getting started.

  She kept me in her mouth a long time as I came down from my peak, swirling her tongue around my crown in slow, teasing circles. When it was finally clear that no more semen was coming, she left my dick with a wet little pop and grinned up at me.

  “How was that, Noah?” she asked, resting her head against my thigh. “Did I make you feel good, baby?”

  My fingers found her hair and stroked the side of her face. Sweat beaded on her brow.

  “I feel like I’m about a hundred feet tall,” I said, relaxing against the pillows. “And also like a rag someone just wrung out to dry. But in a good way.”

  Shay giggled and rolled over. She straddled my chest, her soaking wet slit grinding against my sternum as she spread her legs wide.

  “My turn,” she said, her eyes smouldering as she stared down at me. “You do know how to eat pussy, right, Noah?”

  You little skank, I thought with a smirk. I’ll show you...

  I didn’t answer with words. Instead I reached down with both hands and grabbed Shay’s ass, lifting her up to my face. Her hands hit the wall as she straddled my head, that tight, wet slit suddenly right in front of my nose and mouth. The feral tang of her horny pussy filled my nostrils and I pretty much lost control.

  “Oh fuck,” Shay growled, surprised. “You really are a bad boy, aren’t you?”

  Now I couldn’t reply. Her inner thighs clenched as I found her clit with my tongue, swirling around it in hot little circles. She got into it - slowly at first, then with more vigor as she ground her pussy against my face. I wrapped one hand around her lower back, holding her against me.

  Then I got that other hand to work.

  Groans and moans of pleasure spilled from Shay’s lips as she rode my face. She grunted happily as I ate her out, panting like she was on the world’s best workout routine.

  “Yeah, eat that fuckin’ cunt,” she growled, sounding less like a powerful android and more like a horny college co-ed. “Get that fucking tongue in there, Noah - fuck you’re making me feel so fucking good! Oh shit, yeah, right there...!”

  I found the perfect angle to tease her clit and inner folds and stayed there, bathing in her juices. Then I took my free hand from behind my head and slid two fingers into her slit, searching for her g-spot. It didn’t take long to find it.

  All of a sudden the balance of power shifted. Shay had been enjoying being the one in charge: pinning me down with her thighs, coaxing me with dirty talk while she rode my face. But when I added my fingers to the mix, she came apart. In that way, she really was human after all.

  “Oh shit!” Shay arched her back, wiggling her ass back and forth as she approached her peak. “Fuck, Noah, you’re gonna make me cum! I’m fucking cumming...!”

  I knew. Her inner walls clenched around my fingers as she reached the peak and sailed right over. Her thighs quivered as pleasure coursed through her android body, sending her into the stratosphere. A torrent of juice dripped from her slit as her pussy boiled over, coating her thighs and my face as she came. She screamed as she came, her shoulders shaking in huge shuddering sobs as release tore through her. By the time she was done, everything between her legs was wet and tight and more than ready to be fucked.

  “Noah,” she whimpered, sliding off of me and collapsing next to me on the bed. “Fuck, I haven’t cum like that in a century!”

  “Told you I’d pay you back,” I said with a smirk, exploring her body with my hands. “You know, I think I’m gonna be okay, Shay. I’m feeling better about this whole future thing already.”

  “I’m glad to hear it,” she said with a naughty smile. “But I think you should still fuck me, just to be sure.”

  I let my eyes travel up and down her flawless body. God, she’s the best looking woman I’ve ever seen, I thought, grinning. I am going to have so much fun here!

  My cock throbbed against my thigh. I was just about to flip Shay over and bury myself inside of her when something occurred to me.

  “Shit,” I blurted. “I don’t have a condom.”

  She made a confused face. “A what?”

  “A...a prophylactic,” I said, feeling a little sheepish. “So I don’t accidentally knock you up.”

  She cocked one flawlessly-manicured eyebrow at me, then glanced down at her wrist. A little display popped up, covered in symbols, and she took it in with a glance before dismissing it. Then she started to laugh.

  “Okay, first of all,” she said, the laugh turning into giggles, “we’re androids. And really we’re Cores - we’re just using the androids to walk around and take care of the place and fuck. So no, you can’t get me pregnant. Secondly, did humans really wear those things? They look...uncomfortable for men.”

  I joined in laughing with her. Of course I didn’t need to worry about protection. I was going to have to get used to a lot of things in this place.

  “They were,” I said, savoring the sight of her naked body. “They were worth it, though. I’m glad I don’t have to wear one with you.”

  Shay rolled onto her back and lifted her knees. “Never, baby,” she purred, looking hotter than any porn star I’d ever seen. “I wouldn’t want anything to come between that big, perfect dick and this tight little pussy.”

  I mounted her, smothering her with kisses as the head of my cock pushed into her folds. There was that wrenching, liminal moment where my cock was right at the front door, pushing its way in - and then I was inside. The heat of her pussy was almost searing as I buried myself inside of her, going hilt-deep in one perfect stroke.

  “Oh fuck,” I groaned, moving gently inside of her. “Holy shit you feel so perfect, Shay. So fucking tight...”

  “Mmh, keep on like that,” she begged, locking her ankles behind my hips. “Keep telling me how great I am, Noah. Tell me how much you like that pussy!”

  I could do that. That was fun.

  “You’re making me feel so fucking good,” I groaned, going as deep as I could. Before long I’d overcome my shyness and was thrusting between her legs hard, watching in amazement as she rode me back with every thrust as hard as I was giving it to her. “You’re so fucking warm and tight. You’re like home, Shay - I don’t want to ever fucking leave!”

  “Welcome home, baby,” she purred, raking my back with her nails. “Now cum inside me, stud. Fill my pussy up with your load...”

  I could have, easily. Even after the amazing orgasm I’d had inside of Shay’s mouth, I was more than ready to go. No idea if it was my new body or all the excitement - it didn’t matter. But something inside of me held back. It took a second to figure out what.

  Since she’d stopped sucking my dick, Shay was calling all of the shots. I didn’t want her to let me cum - I wanted to claim her.

  With a grunt, I grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over.

  Shay let out a yelp as she landed on he
r hands and knees, her thick, round ass in the air. Her slit dripped juice just beneath it, and I guided the head of my cock into with my hand and drove home, burying myself inside of her to the hilt.

  “There we go,” I growled, bringing a hand down on her ass with a slap. “Yeah, that’s what I fucking want...”

  Shay and I weren’t making love. We were fucking, and I was taking her - making her body mine, using it the way it was intended. I wrapped my fingers around her hair for leverage and tugged, using it as a lever to go even deeper inside of her. The sound of my balls slapping against her ass filled the room as her lips wrapped around my cock over and over again.

  “You like that?” I growled, feeling more in control than I ever had in my life. “You like the way that cock is fucking you, slut?”

  “Yesssss,” Shay whimpered, her face pressed against the mattress. “Fuck me, Noah, fuck meeee....”

  I did. I pounded her so hard that it was a little scary. I never would’ve taken those kinds of liberties with a human woman - but Shay was different. She wasn’t a porcelain doll, she wasn’t fragile in the least. And from the look on her face and the way her walls gripped me glove-tight in time with her heartbeat, she wanted me to do it. In fact, she was about to cum.

  “Who’s my little slut?” I grunted, putting a hand on the back of her neck as she sailed over the edge. “Who’s my little hole to fuck?”

  “Me!” Shay screamed, her voice muffled by the bedsheets as she came. “Fuck! Yes! Oh fuck yessssss!”

  Her orgasm was like nothing I’d ever felt. Her walls gripped me tighter and tighter until I could barely drive all the way into her. I wasn’t going to last, no man could, but every thrust was sweeter than honey and twice as fun.

  “I’m gonna fill your little pussy up,” I roared, going over the brink. “Daddy’s gonna cum right inside that hot little slit...!”

  It made what had happened in her mouth look like jerking off. Shay’s pussy was a wet, tight, perfect sheathe around my cock as I came inside of her, firing rope after rope of thick jizz right into her core. She gripped me so tightly as she felt me erupt that I couldn’t tell where my cock ended and she began - all I could do was hold on to her ass tight enough to bruise it as the world exploded. Searing bursts of pleasure coursed through me, ripping away my awareness of the world as I poured myself out inside of her. When it was over I was utterly spent, barely able to function. I collapsed in a heap, groaning with bliss as she curled up beside me.

  “That was amazing,” I muttered, putting an arm protectively over her shoulders.

  “You need to rest now,” she whispered, putting a finger to my lips. “Relax, Noah. You did...well, fuck. That was better than anything I could have hoped for.”

  My heart jumped in my chest. “It was good?” I asked, barely able to believe it.

  A low chuckle came from beside me. “Don’t get a big head about it,” she said, kissing my chest. “Just because you made me cum, doesn’t mean I’m not still your boss. When I tell you to close those eyes, you close them.”

  “Yes, ma’am,” I said. An explosive yawn left my lips. “So I’m not going to go crazy?”

  “That was pretty crazy,” she said with a giggle. “But no, I don’t think so. Stick with me, Noah. I’ll take care of you. And you’ll take care of my prison. You’re going to be a great Warden - I can feel it.”

  I wanted to ask her how she knew so much. But then the tiredness overcame me, and I sank into the black with the hottest woman I’d ever met curled up in my arms.

  Four: The First Jailbreak

  I woke to the sound of alarms ringing throughout the station.

  I sat bolt upright in bed, the covers falling to my waist. For a second, I thought I’d overslept for a test, but my alarm clock wasn’t so ear-shatteringly loud. And it was an old Blue Oyster Cult song, anyway...

  Memory rushed in. It was the future, Shay was in my arms, and the members of Blue Oyster Cult had been dead for fifteen hundred years. Meanwhile, the volume and frequency of those alarms could only mean one thing: trouble. Big trouble.

  “What the fuck is that?” I asked, shaking Shay’s shoulders. “Shay?”

  She woke with a slowness I found frustrating. A slow, satisfied smile spread across her face as her eyes opened to see me. “Oh, hey Noah,” she purred, her hand sliding between my thighs. “Last night was fucking awesome...”

  “Shay, what is going on? The whole ship is lit up like a fucking Christmas tree!”

  “Huh?” She looked around the room, an eyebrow cocking as she seemed to notice the alarms for the first time. “Oh, that’s nothing. It’s just a jailbreak.”

  “WHAT!?” I sprang from the bed, landing on my feet with a grunt. Only then did I remember that I was completely naked. “What do we do?”

  She lifted her head and gave me the same kind of look my cat used to make when I tried to shoo it off the couch. “You ask too many questions,” she muttered, flopping back down. “I’m going back to sleep.”

  I wanted to ask her how she could do that with all the noise, but dealing with the crisis at hand was obviously more important.

  “Jailbreak? As in, ‘prisoners are escaping’ jailbreak!?”

  Shay didn’t move. “Yes.”

  “Then we have to stop it!”

  She cocked an eyebrow, then waved in the general direction of the door. It slid open soundlessly.

  “Knock yourself out,” she said, laying back against the pillow with a groan. “Control center’s right down the hall. Have fun.”

  I couldn’t believe she was being so cavalier about this. From what she’d told me, our entire purpose was to protect this prison - to keep the criminals inside well-fed and healthy but away from the law-abiding citizens flying around the galaxy. This was literally what she was built to do, but she was treating it like a minor annoyance.

  Maybe that’s why she needs me, I thought, jogging down the hall in the direction she’d indicated. Maybe something’s wrong with her programming and she can’t handle this place...

  She’d helpfully instructed all the doors along the route to the Control Center to open, so there was only one path for me to follow. Hallway led to hallway, until I came barrelling through a door only to find myself in a much larger space than any I’d seen on the station. Instantly I knew this had to be the control center.

  It looked like - well, there was no way around it. It looked like the bridge of a starship.

  I’m not saying Hollywood producers correctly guessed the future when they were designing sets back in the 1970’s, but whoever had put together the control center of the Black Oubliette definitely watched one too many episodes of Star Trek. The room was dominated by a huge viewscreen, covered in charts, graphs and a wireframe model of the station. My eyes glazed over it as I found the central console and the big, comfy captain’s chair in front of it. Realizing that I was still completely naked, I elected to stand.

  I have no idea how any of this works, I thought frantically. The alarms were still buzzing, and up on the screen a trio of red dots were working their way from one section of the station to another. I was pretty sure those were the prisoners, but I had no clue how to stop them - other than a few viewports and screens, the central console was frustratingly free of switches and buttons.

  “Maybe it’s voice command,” I said, thinking of the little bluetooth speaker I’d seen in my sister’s living room the last time I’d visited for Thanksgiving. “Um...Computer! Turn down the alarms and tell me what’s going on!”

  To my surprise, it worked. The alarms quieted down, fading out in seconds. To my greater surprise, the voice that spoke a moment later it wasn’t the hollow electronic one I’d heard before. It was the voice of an overly excited British co-ed, all clipped vowels and harsh consonants. I felt like it was a moment away from asking me what kind of tea I’d like.

  “There is a jailbreak on Beta Spire, Warden!” the computer informed me brightly. “Three hostiles have fled containment and are headi
ng for the center of the station! If I may be permitted speculation, I believe they’re going to commandeer an escape pod, Warden!”

  I stared at the wireframe map of the Oubliette, slowly beginning to understand its contours. The main body of the station looked like nothing so much as a kid’s spinning top, with a long tapered spine that widened to a central bulge that wrapped all the way around it like a belt. Only this top had several pieces of string connecting it to smaller, thicker tops. Two of them, to be precise.

  Meanwhile, the three red dots had left their section of the station and were making their way through the tether that connected it to the central one. Which was where, according to the computer, the escape pods were kept.

  I had to stop them.

  “Computer, where am I right now?” I yelled. I had an inkling that this control chamber had to be in the central part of the station. If I was close to the escape pods, I could beat them to the punch. Maybe pick up a weapon or something along the way. There were three of them, and I was just one naked guy - but I was an android, and they were hopefully flesh-and-blood. I could take them.

  “You are in the central control station, Warden!” The voice sounded so chipper it bordered on insane. “Would you like me to highlight your location on the map?”

  “Yeah,” I said, nodding. “A ‘You Are Here’ sign would be nice...”

  A square near the top of the central body’s spire lit up a brilliant blue. It was almost all the way at the tip, but not quite.

  “Computer, highlight the location of the escape pods,” I said.

  “Highlighting!”

  I groaned. A tiny section of the station had just started to glow orange - and it was right near the bottom of the central spire. Even with my garbage understanding of how big this place was, I knew the prisoners were way closer to escaping than I was to catching up with them.

  “Shit,” I grunted, watching them move. “Computer, can you...show me what this looks like?” I pointed at the tether connecting the two sections of the station together. The three red dots were nearly halfway across. They must have been booking it.