by Piper Stone
“I’m so sorry. I can’t even imagine.”
“Don’t feel sorry for me. I was given more human features than the majority of the others, but what the scientists forgot is that I am also a man, not just a machine. I hunger in ways that they could never understand and even I had difficulty grasping. I came into contact with very few females, but I learned quickly that my desire was more than others.”
“Sara.” There was a slight light in his eyes. He’d cared for her in his own way.
“Yes. She was very good to me, even though she was tasked with a huge portion of the experiments. They were done under the orders of Dr. Wells and Petrov, but she certainly knew what she was doing in causing me irritation and pain.” Rogue pulled me out of the bathroom, guiding me into another portion of the building. I was shocked seeing a number of lights, the warm glow lighting up the hallway we’d entered.
The cyborg was full of surprises.
“She said you were Gen X.”
He grimaced hearing the name. “Because of my desires, not because of their protocol.”
“Were there others like you?”
Rogue squeezed my hand. “I have no idea, Noire. I was never given any indication of what they were working on. The only other cybernetic units that I saw were the few dragged back and toward extinction.”
“You left the facility that night when you were with me. Did they allow you to leave?”
“Yes.” The answer was simple and I could sense he was telling the truth.
“Okay. Were you given directions, an order to take care of?”
Rogue blinked several times. There was no emotion on his face, just simple processing. “Yes, but I can no longer remember what that was.”
Fuck! He was losing his programming, which either meant he needed recharging or this had been done on purpose. Both could even possible be true.
“But you are my life now,” he said with almost no inflection. He believed what he was telling me.
“Rogue. I think they programmed you to care about me for some crazy reason. I think that’s why you escaped and why you’re obsessed with me. Yes, our connection is very... unusual, but you were being trained initially to protect someone important. Right?”
“I am aware of different programming handled by Dr. Petrov.”
Petrov. The other doctor listed on the paperwork. “I was right. Do you understand what that means?”
“That none of this is real, just like my life.” He narrowed his eyes before guiding me into yet another room. I was taken aback seeing a platform of some kind and on top was a container. There were lights surrounding it, LED in nature and very old in design. There were even towels and some clothing positioned on a series of boxes that had been put together.
His admittance was chilling, but at least his cognitive activity was still intact. Maybe I’d be able to reason with him. “What is this?”
“Water, lights. I had time to secure supplies before you were brought here.” He pointed toward the tub-like enclosure.
“What is this place?”
He gave me a slight smile. “I learned of its existence in an old book, one that had been written over a hundred years before. And you forget, I have a photographic mind and the information I retain and process is far superior to humans. There was a library in the hospital. I spent a good deal of time there.”
Books were very rare indeed, hundreds of thousands burned during the first Great War. Knowledge hadn’t been power but had created fear instead. While I hadn’t been alive, the stories told of the expunging of all things artistic was horrific. We lived in a gray world now, devoid of the kinds of passions that had once filled the Earth. For the cyborg facility to have an actual library was interesting, and knowledge I’d keep in the back of my mind. “Rogue, we need to find out if what I’m telling you is true. If so, then you can be deprogrammed. Maybe what happened was a mistake.”
“No mistake, Noire. As I told you, they never had any intention of letting me go. You must know that. I was merely an experiment in order to aid other units in their missions. My guess is that they would have had me back in the lab within a week, maybe altering my programming and memory banks so I wouldn’t remember what they’d put me through. Then the process would start over again. I escaped because I had no other choice if I wanted to live. However, you are the very reason for my being. Now, get into the tub so you can be cleaned. I have food and drink for later.”
Everything Rogue said made some level of sense, but no other cyborg unit had actually attached themselves to a human, at least not in this manner. Just an experiment. I was ready to cry angry tears, screaming out to the world, but that wouldn’t do any good. How could I help him? Then again, did I want to find the truth? I stepped up onto the platform, eyeing the water. The emptiness in the pit of my stomach was like a vise gripping at my intestines, fingers stretching up to claw away at my heart.
When I swayed, he gripped my arm, the hold more like a lover’s caress. I was surprised at the warmth of the water, marveling at his ingenuity. When I settled in, he produced a cloth of some kind and what had to be a bar of soap. He seemed almost serene as he concentrated on wetting the cloth, lifting my arm with one hand as he washed my forearm, taking his time. “What do you want to happen from here on out?”
Rogue didn’t answer for a period of time, merely performing the task he’d set out for himself. “I have no answer to that other than what I thought would happen when I was released. I would have the ability to choose for myself; when I woke up and went to sleep, when I nourished my body and enjoyed people that I wanted to be in contact with. I was well aware I would have a job to do, but that’s what humans do every day. They have their freedom.”
“We’re all prisoners in one way or another, Rogue. I might be able to make certain selections myself, but I’m ruled by certain protocols and requirements. I can’t even leave the city without a permit. That’s not really being free, merely accepting what life has become. Being a machine isn’t as bad as you think it is. You don’t have to feel anger all the time at what life should be like. You won’t have to worry about asking permission to change jobs or marry. That’s my life every day.”
Another wave of sadness crossed over his eyes. He took a deep breath as he handed me the cloth and eased back. “I’ll allow you to finish.”
I dragged the material down my neck, washing as much of the mud as I could. When he dropped his head and reached into his pocket, I inched closer to the edge, waiting to see what he was going to do. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
He slid his hand into his pocket, removing what looked like a folded hunter’s knife, flicking the blade open.
“What are you doing?”
Exhaling, he held out his forearm, the point glistening even in the dim lighting. “Showing you that I’m very human.”
“No! Don’t do that. Please. I believe you. I know that you are.”
He hesitated, hovering the blade over his skin then flicking it closed. Lifting his head, I could swear I saw mist in his eyes. “Does this look like a machine to you? I bleed and know hunger. I feel pain, even remorse. While I might not be exactly like a pure human form and certainly not perfect, I have a lust for life. Do you know what blue skies mean to me or the feel of rain on my skin? Do you have any idea what touching you for the first time did to me?” His eyes darted back and forth across mine. “You couldn’t know. Yes, your world is vastly different than the picture books and history that I learned from, but you are one hundred percent flesh and blood, and no one will ever be able to take that away from you.”
I had no idea what to say. I was shaking all over, realizing what a cathartic moment this was. A series of ragged whimpers left my mouth as I climbed out of the tub, wrapping my hand around the area where he thought about cutting himself. I knelt beside him, pressing a series of kisses over his arm. “You’re much more human than anyone I’ve ever known. I’m so sorry for what I said to you. I’m just so sorry.” Holding his hand to my f
ace, I was even more startled at the warmth he exuded.
“You have no reason to be sorry. I know what I am, Noire. I have no expectations that I will live as anything other than a machine, if I’m allowed to do that, but I do feel pain and remorse, anger and even...” His upper lip curled as he placed his hand on mine, caressing my fingers. Pulling my hand to his mouth, he pressed kisses along my palm.
His hot breath created a series of shivers dancing down the back of my legs. I was shocked at the dazzling sensations coursing through every cell, as if I’d never been touched before. I palmed his chest, kneading him through his thick shirt, wanting nothing more than to touch his naked skin.
Rogue licked down my index finger and I heard a distinct growl, so feral in nature. Even his eyes had darkened from his lust. He yanked me onto my knees and against him, fisting my hair as he lowered his head. “I want you and not because I own you.”
“But you do own me.” The words were said easily, my heart skipping several beats. I touched the side of his face as I clung to him, electricity making my pulse race. There was no reason for this, but I wanted nothing more than to be with this man, making love with him.
Capturing my mouth, he held the kiss, our lips together in a passionate embrace. His grip remained firm, his fingers interlocking with strands of my hair.
I moaned into the kiss, darting my tongue just inside his hot, wet mouth. All the shame and trepidation I’d felt before led me to the kind of raging desire left for longtime lovers. I would give him anything, surrender my entire body and this time, because there was nothing I wanted any more.
He thrust his tongue inside, entwining with mine and the heated dance of our interlocked mouths became a wild fire of need, igniting the firestorm we both felt from deep within. I eased my hand down to his crotch, another moan escaping as I felt his hard as steel shaft pulsing in my hand.
As he rubbed his other hand across my shoulder and down my back, my legs began to tremble. I was lost in the sweet bliss, my pussy clamping down then releasing. The scent of our combined desire was ripe with longing. I parted my legs, waiting and hoping he would touch me, finger me. Fuck me.
Breaking the kiss, he growled and yanked on my hair, forcing me into a deep arc. A savage roar erupted from his mouth as he mouthed my cheek and chin, sliding his lips across my mouth to my neck. As his teeth scraped against my skin, I closed my eyes, dazzled by the erotic tingles making my nipples ache and my heart flutter.
He continued his sensual exploration, darting licks as he moved to my chest. Soon he had one hardened bud in his mouth, pulling the tender tissue between his teeth.
I stroked his cock, rubbing up and down in a sinful manner. All I could think about was his complete domination, his thick shaft driving into my cunt over and over again. I was his shameful little slut, the bad girl who would forever need harsh punishment. He’d broken through a wall of despair to find the hungry creature begging to be set free.
Dipping his hand between my legs, he cupped my mound, squeezing then releasing in a continuous pattern. I wasn’t going to be able to keep from coming for long.
“Oh...” I blinked several times, stars floating in front of my eyes. We were a world away from civilization and this was exactly how making love was supposed to be. The thought was startling but so very true. His fingers danced around my clit, swirling then pinching. I was pitched into a sublime state, ready to beg him to fuck me.
He suckled on both nipples, teasing and licking, biting with enough pressure I thought I would go mad. As he righted me, his hand wrapped around my throat, his chest heaved. “You are everything to me.”
“Rogue.” I held my breath as I struggled to release his cock, whimpering the moment I was able to wrap my hand around his shaft. The feel of the ridges and pulsing veins surrounding his cock was breathtaking. He throbbed in my hand, pulsing as he continued growing in size. I dragged the tip of my finger across his sensitive slit, my mouth watering. “I want to suck you and taste your sweet cum.”
Leaning forward, I kissed his chest, lightly brushing my lips across his heated skin. I watched as he tipped his head back, taking several deep breaths. The taste of his skin was tangy yet sweet and I couldn’t get enough of him. I licked down to his nipple, the rounded, hard bud standing at full attention.
“Shit,” he moaned and rubbed the backs of his fingers across my neck. His eyes were closed, a slight smile on his face.
I sucked and nipped, just like he’d done, taking my time as I slid my lips to his other nipple. I marveled at the feel of his firm muscles tingling the ends of my fingers and crouched down even lower, caressing. The tip of his cock hit my chin, drawing me to his glorious shaft. I licked across the sensitive slit as I fingered his balls, rolling them between my fingers.
“So good.”
“Mmm...” I blew a swath of hot air as I squeezed his testicles. His entire body tensed, his chest heaving. My desire spiked and I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock, twisting my hand until he moaned. Licking up and down the underside, I was consumed with the kind of hunger that blinded me.
“You crave sucking me?” he asked, his tone husky.
“Yes.” Mouthing his balls, I darted several licks before taking his swollen sac into my mouth, savoring the musky flavor. Inhaling his scent, I was overcome with quivers jetting down my spine. Everything about him was scintillating, delighting my senses. I closed my eyes, concentrating on my task, my jaw muscles clamping down.
His legs shook as he placed both hands on the sides of my head. He jutted his hips forward, his breath scattered.
I licked back up the underside, engulfing the tip and swirling my tongue in constant motions. As I gazed up at him, I was mesmerized by his roguish looks and the carnal expression he wore. I knew he would soon devour me, taking full control. I wanted his dominance. I craved his firm hand. Everything had shifted, moving to a point where what was right and wrong melded together. No one was going to strip away what we’d found, neither man nor another machine. We belonged to each other.
Taking him down an inch at a time, I relaxed my throat but his cock was so huge, filling my entire mouth. The tip hit the back of my mouth and I was forced to take several deep breaths, trying not to gag from the size alone. This was the very moment he chose to take control, pumping his cock in and out, face-fucking me. I dropped my hands to my sides, sucking until I was rewarded with several drops of pre-cum. I knew he could go on for hours, but my pussy ached and my mind longed to have him shove his cock in my tight asshole.
He assaulted my mouth for several minutes, his groans and growls becoming more animalistic.
Beads of saliva slipped from both sides of my mouth as he continued, slamming his cock inside. I was going mad with need, finally shoving my hand between my legs, fingering my clit. I heard his distinct laugh, so guttural in nature. He’d caught me pleasuring myself.
Pushing back, he stumbled to his feet then swung me over his shoulder, smacking my ass several times. “You’re not in charge, woman. You know that.”
“Yes... Master.” The words came easily as he swatted me again. The stinging sensations from the whipping before added to the pain until my heart was pounding against my chest.
He took long strides, moving back to the secure room and the only comfortable spot. Very gently he eased me down, immediately thrusting my legs up and over my head, holding my ankles with one hand. “Such a bad girl with the hottest mouth.”
He peppered my ass with several hard strikes, moving from one ass cheek to the other. My bottom would be red for days and the thought of wearing his marks was sinful and perfect. I allowed my mind to cascade to possibilities, spending time with him and living a life that would allow us to share passion. Sadness tried to grasp my heart, a knowing that we could never be together. Not tonight. Not now. I wanted this and we were going to enjoy.
With every hard strike of his massive hand, my world slipped into a better place. My entire body was shivering, but all I could do was smile
.
Parting my legs, he ran his fingers along the insides of my thighs as he forced my knees to bend. He opened his mouth wide and as I stared down at him with lazy eyes, he buried his head in my cunt, moving his pursed lips up and down in languishing actions.
“Fuck!” I couldn’t hold back the excitement as he licked me, ravaging my swollen pussy. He nipped my clit then swirled his tongue around in lazy circles. How could anything feel this extraordinary?
“I’m going to fuck you over. And. Over. Again.” There was no choice. He would take me exactly as he wished. He slathered his tongue up and down, darting it inside as he spread me apart with his fingers.
I felt him wiggling his thumb past my ass cheeks, finding my dark hole. There was no hesitation as he pushed his entire finger inside. The pain was minimal, falling almost immediately into the most sublime bliss. I was captivated, falling into a beautiful haze as his fingers worked in a perfect orchestration, several thrusting inside my pussy, his thumb catapulting me into pure ecstasy.
“Yes. Yes!” I slammed my hand on the bed, rattled by my shameful push to beg for more. Harder. Faster. More.
My connection with him seemed stronger, as if every aspect of our heated sex was pummeling me closer to the inner core and every muscular inch of the man looming over me. I had difficulty believing that he was anything but a fabulous cyborg, a fantastic gift created by scientists. Yet every portion of me screamed that I was a fool, refusing to accept that whatever Rogue had been turned into, he was a gift sent from the Gods.
His mouth worked on my cunt, feasting in a way few human men knew how to do. He was locked in a passionate frenzy, growling like a wild beast as he ate his fill, licking every drop of my cream. No matter the lengths I went to hold back the climax racing up from the depths of my being, he broke through every barrier. Taking several deep breaths, I clenched the bedding, tossing my head back and forth.
The orgasm pushed me into a state of crazed lust, my body shaking involuntarily to the point my teeth were chattering. “Yes. Yes!” I wasn’t certain there was any audible tone to my voice, but Rogue responded by thrusting all four fingers deep inside, pumping in a manic fashion. I was spread so far open, wide to the point the air skimming across my pussy sent another shower of tingles across every inch of my skin.