by Piper Stone
Her mouth opened to retort but her body was shivering. She looked away, shaking her head. She blinked several times, seeming to collect herself. “Cut the bullshit, rogue unit. You won’t survive this.”
“You crave men you don’t even know to take full control over you, tying you down to whatever instrument they desire. Don’t you? In fact, you’d encourage them to strip away all that you’ve hated about yourself, revealing the truth buried so deeply inside. You’d challenge them to punish you.”
Her eyes were glassy, her head shaking slowly back and forth. “No. You’re wrong.”
“Am I? Imagine being completely naked and helpless. How would you feel waiting for the first strike of their whip or cane? Vindicated? Exploding with desire?”
“No.”
“Mmm... Yes, you would.” I scanned the length of her, licking my lips in an exaggerated fashion. “When these dominating men strike you over and over again, marring your beautiful body, would you beg them for more, just like you begged me? When they stop their round of discipline, would you cry out but only because you deserve to be punished over and over again?”
“I said, no!” she whispered, her voice hoarse. The beads of perspiration glistening in the light were intoxicating.
“When they decide to fuck you, to drive their stiff cocks into your mouth and your cunt, calling you their dirty little slut, would you be filled with euphoria? Would you beg them to allow you to come, only to be denied since you don’t deserve the gift? I know you would, sweet Noire.”
This time, she didn’t answer, but I heard her scattered breathing.
“You were there. Weren’t you?” she asked, her voice quavering. “In the bar. That was you!”
I heard the alarm in her voice as well as the disgust. “Yes, Eve. That was by chance. The name suits you, a woman tasting the forbidden fruit.”
She clenched her jaw, her eyes flashing. “That was you. Oh, my God.”
“And that night was special, a beginning for both of us.”
“Was it? Were you sent to kill me instead of that doctor?”
I took a step back, trying to process what she was saying. “Of course not.”
“Right. Whatever.”
“I enjoyed that night more than anything I’d ever experienced.”
“It wasn’t real, Rogue. It was just a fantasy and definitely not me.”
“You mean when I plunged my cock into your tight pussy, fisting your hair and driving into you like the whore you believe yourself to be, that wasn’t real? You didn’t feel free from your constraints that night, flying high? Isn’t that the real woman, Noire?”
Her face reddening, she hissed at me. “No! I mean...” Faltering, her eyes became wild with rage. “Yes. Is that what you want to hear, that I’m an ugly, useless, horrible woman who only deserves to be punished and fucked, not loved and wanted? Is that it, Rogue? Do you want to know how much I crave having a man, any man spanking me, my pussy and my ass, even my breasts? Is that more to your liking? Or do you want to know how dirty I feel when I’m on the ground and they’re fucking my asshole, calling me bitch and slut? Fine. You’re right, machine. You’ve figured me out. You got to fuck that very woman. Are you happy now? Is that what the damn scientists wanted? Jesus.” Exasperated, she turned away, pacing the floor.
I exhaled, uncertain of what to say. I didn’t understand the range of emotions washing over me. “Noire.”
“Don’t. Okay?” Noire snapped her head in my direction. “Just forget it. You could never understand my needs or my... fears. You just can’t. I’ll admit that what we shared was exciting because it was dangerous. That’s what’s wrong with me. I am freaking losing it.”
“You already know I understand you and we don’t need to lie to each other, Noire. As you already said, I’m not human.”
“And I’m not normal! I’m broken in too many pieces.”
The electricity shared between us flowed even through the thick glass. I was floored by her words, but even as she said them, I couldn’t be certain she wasn’t playing a game. I heard a single sob slipping past her lips and I was uncertain of what to say. “You aren’t broken, Noire. You’re beautiful in ways that I could only hope to be.”
She sucked in her breath, moving back toward the window, her features softening. Our eyes connected once again, a knowing settling in. I caught a single glimpse of her soul.
She wanted me. She craved my touch.
She would surrender.
As if burned, she jerked back, closing her eyes. “Rogue, I just... No. I have a job to do. I can’t think this way. The longer you keep me the worse your punishment will be.”
Punishment. I wanted to laugh. I had no intentions of being caught by anyone.
“You belong to me.” I had no other words to say.
She smacked the glass again, growling as her body quivered, completely exasperated. “What. Do. You. Want?”
I leaned forward, taking a whiff, my keen senses able to grab her fragrance. The scent of her sex either from masturbation or a wet dream covered her body. The thought was delicious. “I know so much about you, sweet Noire. You hungered for me on the day inside the facility, longing to feel my touch. When we finally did, there was magic.” I allowed my fingers to brush against the glass, almost able to touch her. “You’ve wanted my command, total domination over you because I’m exactly what you’ve been craving for so long. You want me to punish you for all the misdeeds you’ve done your entire life. You know I’m the only man able to do so.”
“That’s... ridiculous,” she managed. “That was a mistake. Nothing more. That’s not the woman I am.”
“And you and I know better. What we shared was real. Tell me about all your thoughts and your desires, Noire. I want to know every dark craving, methods of punishment you long for. Don’t lie to me or I’ll know, and I’ll punish you severely. Do you understand me?”
“We’re not doing this! Machine.”
“Do. You. Understand?” I concentrated my glare, the reflection of it in the window almost startling even to myself. An uneasy tension settled in.
“Yes,” she muttered.
I noticed the goosebumps popping along her forearms. I was confused by my draw to her. Sexual yes, but there was suddenly so much more. I rubbed my eyes, the pain resurfacing. “That’s much better. From here on out, you will be obedient. Is that clear? I will punish you because that’s exactly what you need right now.”
“Obedient? Punish? You can’t do that now. You have to let me go. We’ll figure out what to do. Okay? Rogue, please?”
I cocked my head, watching her myriad expressions.
“Damn it! You’re crazy. This is crazy. They programmed you and that’s all there is to it. I’ll find someone who can deprogram you. If you’ll let me out of here.” She was fuming, her body shaking from her increased anger.
“Crazy is only for humans.” My cock strained against the dense material of my pants, drops of pre-cum dripping from the slit. There wasn’t a single cell within her body that wasn’t excited, longing for me to take full command.
She turned her back on purpose, walking to the other side of the room. “I don’t like being in cages.”
“Neither of us do, but I was in one since my inception. You placed one around yourself on purpose.”
Noire snorted, tossing a nasty look over her shoulder.
“Ask me to punish you.”
“Fuck. You,” she huffed.
I sighed, tingling all over. She wasn’t ready yet, but she would be soon. I backed into the shadows. I would wait. I would observe.
And my hunger would continue to grow.
She was quiet, pacing the floor and darting glances in my direction every few seconds. She’d found the water I’d left, but nothing seemed to calm her anxiety. Ten minutes later, she finally moved back to the window, smacking the glass several times. “Rogue. Please. Talk to me. I need to understand this. I am trying to help you. No one else is, especially your damn doctors.
”
“Ask me to punish you,” I stated again, the tone more demanding.
“No.”
“Then we wait.”
“You’re serious,” she said, laughing bitterly.
I remained silent.
“Un-fucking-believable. You’re an asshole, just like every male. Now, I have to deal with a machine. Whatever the shit programming that doctor did was just like what a male would do. Bastard.” Muttering to herself, she paced again, turning sharply several times. “Why are you doing this?”
“Because you need to learn. Because you belong to me. Because I’m exactly what you’ve longed for.”
“I don’t belong to you, Rogue. I’m my own person and I’m not a...” A warm flush crept up along her cheeks.
Machine. She was going to say it again. I moved closer to the glass. “When I first saw you, I knew we were destined to be together. What we shared, that electric connection was unusual. We are kindred and I will be able to strip you free of your tight confines, all the anxiety that’s built up over the years. I will help you escape, enjoying your dark desires and need for pain in a way you’ve never believed was possible. I am your phoenix.”
“Phoenix,” she whispered.
I half expected her to laugh, but she blinked several times, her breath skipping.
Noire opened her mouth then shook her head instead. A few seconds passed. “Yes, there was something there between us that I can’t explain, a moment where nothing else mattered. Not the lies and the bullshit with my job. Not the darkness spilling out of every synapsis, threatening to derail my entire world. I could see everything so clearly, all my desires and needs, but that doesn’t matter. None of that matters. You aren’t real. This isn’t real. This is a game. We’re both being played. Can’t you understand that? We are test subjects, like lab rats. Think, Rogue. Think!” She jetted her gaze to my groin and I noticed the shimmer in her eyes seeing that my crotch was bulging.
Her nipples were hard, peeking through her shirt.
Her mouth was pursed.
“What I feel is very real and it does matter to both of us, Noire. What’s out there isn’t real. While I don’t know why the spark occurred, it did.” My cock pressed against my pants, the pain becoming biting.
“Rogue, I... I don’t know what to believe any longer.”
“Do you not think I can smell your desire? Do you not understand that I can hear your heart beating in a rapid fashion? Do you not realize that I know your pussy is wet, longing for me to slide my cock inside, taking every inch of you?”
Noire licked her bottom lip as her hand fluttered to her neck. “That’s just... crazy.” Her laugh was nervous.
I was shaking from my own hunger, ready to lose all control and rip her clothes to shreds.
Fuck her. Use her.
Punish her.
The words floated back and forth in my brain. A few seconds later, the pain between my eyes returned, forcing me to wince. “Tell me that you need harsh punishment, Noire.”
She seemed exasperated, but her eyes fell once again to my crotch. “I don’t know.”
I backed into the shadows.
“Don’t go, Rogue.” There was no hesitation this time as she fingered the glass, her hot breath causing steam to form. “Spank me. Please.”
The words reverberated in my mind. “Now, tell me why you need a spanking.”
“I told you. I’m broken. I don’t follow rules. I don’t care about them at all. I hunger for the kind of darkness that no woman ever should. No normal male could ever love me. They’d run away in fear. In fact, if anyone knew what I craved, they would lock me away. Even my partner would.” She inhaled, letting the breath out slowly. “I need a spanking to help me think and ease tension. That’s why. Is that good enough for you?”
The twinge of raw current jabbing into my heart was powerful, almost as if the muscle was short circuiting, but I knew all the signs of tissue failure. This was something else. “Thank you for being honest.”
“Fine. Good. Can we get this over with?”
I pressed my hand on my chest, calming my heart rate and nodded. “Yes. Remove your clothes and lie across the cot on the pillows.”
“I...” Noire snapped her head toward the makeshift bed then back to me. “Fine.”
“Master. You will call me Master.”
“Yes, Master.” Her words were said with blatant defiance. She backed away and I could tell her entire body was quivering. She was so vivacious, the way her ebony hair reflected a slight purple haze, accentuating her stunning eyes. What I’d known from the first second I connected with her was that for all her bravado, she was terrified inside, more of herself than any other human.
I’d selected several implements, from wooden paddles to leather straps and floggers. They’d been easy to find, even for nothing more than a machine. My choice for this round of punishment was a thick maple paddle. It had been used many times before, the wood smooth to the touch, worn in various places. I ran my finger across the middle, salivating from the feel alone. I’d learned with relative ease this was her favorite, an implement that would create a loud thud when used and one that could inflict a significant amount of pain.
Just as she desired.
Noire was also a beautiful flower, merely waiting for the right fertilizer. She was indeed just like me, waiting to be reborn. Tonight was just the beginning. I could barely contain myself as she undressed, tugging her shirt out of her pants, turning slightly out of embarrassment as she drew the material over her head. Finally, there was light in order to see her, every inch of her incredible body. Her breasts were just as I’d fantasized about, full with dark nipples that were already erect. I wanted to suck on them, pinching them until she cried out in pain. When she shuddered almost violently, I eased my hand down to my groin, stroking my cock.
My breathing had become ragged and I had difficulty focusing. Every nerve ending seemed to light a fire around the cybernetic pieces, burning into my skin. The flush on her face and neck had returned. She was obviously embarrassed, ashamed of the fact she craved a firm hand and a harsh punishment. Maybe she had thought of our two nights together as nothing but fantasy. For me, it had been the very beginning of my life.
Dropping her head, she fumbled as she tried to unfasten her jeans, her fingers so stiff. After unzipping, she yanked off her boots, tossing them to the side. She darted one last look before lowering her pants, wiggling from side to side in order to slide them past her waist.
And her panties. They were wet.
They were soaked.
Noire folded her clothes, placing them in a neat pile on the small table in the room. Her shoulders were tense, suggesting complete reservation. This was needed for both of us. At first, she covered her body with her hands, her shame creating beads of perspiration running down both sides of her face.
I didn’t instruct her in any manner. She knew exactly what was required.
I waited as she walked toward the bed, her steps placed in a methodical manner. She grabbed the single pillow, tossing it in the middle then crawling on top. Every breath I took was gasping for air and the inability to fill my lungs was startling. When she was settled, only then did I risk unlocking the door and moving inside. The scent of her was ripe, filling my nostrils. I was drunk on the fragrance of her desire, my cells more alive than I’d ever felt.
She sensed my presence, her body tensing once again but goosebumps covered every inch of her naked body. Her grip on the blanket was firm, clutching as if it were a lifeline. Even in her state of undress, she wanted control. She thought she could be in charge.
She was very wrong.
The range of emotions rushing through my mind was distracting and I stood at the end of the bed wanting nothing more than to ravage her. I was the savage the scientists had created, ready to do vile and evil things to every inch of her body, but this was very real. They couldn’t take it away from me. Not now.
Not ever.
Noire pressed
her face into the covering as I closed the distance, placing my hand on the small of her back. Tingles rushed down the backs of my legs, the electricity stimulating in a multitude of ways.
I dragged the tip of my finger up the length of her spine until I was able to wind my long digit around her silky hair. Her breathing remained ragged and she kept her legs together, her toes pointed. I continued my exploration, sliding my finger down to the crack of her ass. When she clenched her ass cheeks, I smacked her bottom twice with my hand, moving from one cheek to the other. I placed the paddle on the side of the cot in a location she was able to see, able to anticipate her fate.
“Oh!” She was startled, burying her face into the blanket. She attempted to relax even though her legs quivered. After darting several looks at the paddle, her sigh was one of anticipation as well as excitement.
This was a cathartic moment for both of us, defining our relationship. Whatever she’d experienced with other men, she would never be the same again after I fucked her. What we’d shared before was nothing in comparison to this. The thought made my cock twitch to the point of agony. I repeated the move, sliding my finger down her crack once again before spreading her ass cheeks apart and exposing her puckered hole. “I will fuck you here very soon.”
Her whimper became a moan.
She wanted this.
She craved this.
I blinked several times in order to focus then placed both hands on her ass, kneading her tender flesh. The roundness of her bottom felt perfect in my massive hands. I was eager to mark her, to keep her from being able to sit down without wincing. The thought was riveting. Taking a step back, I smacked her ass, moving from one cheek to the other. I had absolute control over my strength, but a part of me wanted to drive her to an extreme level of ecstasy, pushing her limits.
Wiggling, she arched her back slightly as I continued peppering her ass with hard spanks. Soon, her bottom was a warm blush color and hot to my hand.