Rogue: A Dark Cyborg Romance Page 3

  Too many buttons unfastened.

  An almost transparent white blouse.

  Absolutely no panties.

  If I could have stroked my cock, relieving at least some of the extreme pressure forming in my swollen testicles, I certainly would have.

  Sara Booker was a looker, with ruby-stained lips that she purposely dragged her tongue across every third minute or so. The backs of her fingers lightly brushing along her neck, dipping into her expensive silk top. Thick strands of hair haphazardly twisted into a rounded bun, positioned in a manner for a man to grab and use for leverage.

  As if I wouldn’t notice.

  I was a red-blooded male, hungry for the kind of sex most humans couldn’t handle, especially ones with fragile bones. I held back a dark snicker at the thought, wondering what it would feel like to have her writhing underneath me. All I’d have to do was make a single sound and she’d come running.

  And it had absolutely nothing to do with the man inside. Why? Because I was barely a man. Classified as HPA number 2252, I was merely a test subject about to get his wings. Leaving the shit hole I’d been manufactured in. Fuckin’ A. About time. Hell, I even had a job waiting, no doubt protecting some asshole influential human who feared our kind but required one of us to keep him safe. As a Human Protection Cyborg, I would carry out my duties guarding one jerkoff after another until I was considered no longer useful. I would kill any threat if necessary without fear of retribution.

  Everything had an order. A plan. That much I’d been told. The why shouldn’t matter to a cyborg unit.

  She tipped her pretty little head, her eyes scanning down my chest to my groin. Even her breath came in scattered pants, the outline of her melon-sized breasts and hard nipples unmistakable. My mouth watered, longing to suck on both hardened nubs, biting down until she cried out in pain, begging me to fuck her. Sliding into her tight channel would be the first of my dominating deeds. Claiming her ass would be second. Whipping her bottom with my belt until it was scarlet in hue, stripes covering every inch was the third. My balls had to be blue at this point.

  There wasn’t a woman alive who didn’t want a round of kinky, unbridled sex with a cybernetic unit, especially one built to emulate humans in every manner, including sexual cravings. HPAs could certainly go all night, pleasing a partner in a multitude of ways, leaving them spent yet oh-so satisfied. Now, my cock was throbbing, hungry to slide into her wet pussy.

  My sensory abilities had been enticed from the start, creating waves of unexpected desires, but they’d been boosted during the last few weeks. I hadn’t been told why, but I suspected the scientists wanted every natural humanlike instincts and emotions to ride on some precipice. They were certainly banking this new generation of artificial life wouldn’t have the same issues as the last evolution.

  The last evolution of expensive machines had turned into hunters without cause, killing every human they came into contact with. There’d been a wave of shock amongst all humans when the cyborgs had banded together, forming an organized group. The damning fact continued to resonate throughout every cybernetic project. There’d been no way of turning them off. So, the hunted became the hunters, humans banding together, scouring the earth in search of every single prototype.

  There were still enough out there to keep humans on their toes.

  The outline of my schematics drew my attention to the visual display. My keen vision allowed me to see every nuance of my very human organs: pumping heart, churning stomach and intestines, and even the tissue portion of my brain. I could also see the graphite steel threaded throughout my body, wrapping around every muscle. From what I could tell, all my functions were working properly.

  Fucking fantastic.

  Maybe the good doctors would finally keep their promise.

  Freedom.

  Life.

  Sex.

  What more could a guy ask for?

  I’d been allowed a few tastes, but not nearly enough for an insatiable creature like myself. I exhaled at the thought.

  “I’ll be right with you,” Sara offered in a throaty voice, more like a purr than anything else. “Just a few new tests today. Nothing painful.” She offered a quick glance, her full lips appearing to pout. “How was last night?”

  I had the distinct feeling she wished she could have gone with me on my instructed experiment. Being allowed out of my cage had presented such a delicious foray and even though I hadn’t followed rules completely, I’d certainly performed well enough to keep the doctors happy. “Outstanding.”

  Her chest rose and fell, pushing her nipples against her blouse. I exhaled, trying to keep my cool.

  “I’m glad. You deserved it. Very soon that’s what you’ll have all the time.” Her smile was genuine.

  Sara. Sa-ra. I’d learned her name at least two months before. She rarely said more than a few words, except for her exaggerated body language and that spoke volumes. Damn, I was one horny motherfucker. I eased my head against the vertical table, glancing at the various metal bindings holding me in place. I’d been through extensive tests at least once a week for the past few months, but today I was annoyed as fuck. I’d been deemed ready for the human world two weeks before. Why go through the same bullshit again? I was even attached to at least twelve sensors, as if they had no idea that metal filled a huge portion of my body.

  Sara seemed to sense my discord, twisting her lovely long neck so she could offer a slight smile. As she stepped away from the console and toward a small table, her back now directed toward me, I envisioned her naked body sprawled out. I would love seeing her strapped to a table, her wrists and ankles shackled and her pretty pink pussy on display for me. I often wondered if her sweet little pussy was bald and smooth. I suspected it was. I took a deep breath, almost savoring the way the air filled my lungs, her scent ripe with yearning. Still, she was nothing more than eye candy, fodder in order to pass the time. Exploring the city was going to feel damn good.

  Including everything it had to offer.

  The slight clearing of her throat was an indication that something was about to happen and when she turned toward me, walking quickly in my direction, I sensed she had an object in her hand. My instincts kicked in, anger furrowing to the surface. I was sick to freaking death of being poked and prodded, test after test to confirm the same shit they’d done hundreds of times. Only this go-around, she had a syringe nestled in her manicured fingers, one of those old-fashioned inoculators with a long needle.

  Before she had a chance to stick the thing into any portion of my body, I’d jerked one arm from the thick straps, snapping my hand around her wrist and yanking with enough force that she exclaimed.

  “Oh!” Sara squealed, her eyes opening wide. Even her mouth had a slight tic, fear resonating in her intense fragrance. “Rogue, don’t. Please.”

  I took a deep whiff, marveling in her delicious scent, including her wet pussy. I loved when she pleaded and envisioned her begging as she remained on her knees, longing to have my thick cock in her mouth.

  “Wha-what are you...you doing?” she managed, her entire body quivering. I had to wonder if it was more from being so close to what so many called a monster or from her raging desire. She was a born submissive, craving a dominating man with a firm hand who would keep her in line. I chuckled openly at the thought. I knew all about how women longed for a controlling partner, including stern discipline.

  “The question is, what do you think you’re doing?” I allowed my tone to deepen and was rewarded with a trickle of perspiration beading across her upper lip. I tugged her even closer, glancing into her blouse and was able to take a good look at her rosy pink aureoles, so swollen and her nipples fully erect. My cock was throbbing more than usual, pushing hard against the linen pants I’d been given to wear. “Or maybe I should ask, how much do you need a hard spanking?”

  “Wha...” Sara huffed, trying to act indignant. “What in the hell?”

  “You heard me, sunshine. You long for a commanding m
an to strip away those conservative clothes, tossing you over his knees and whipping that beautiful bottom of yours with a thick leather belt. Don’t even try to deny it.” I let out a husky growl in appreciation.

  She opened her mouth once, twice then trembled even more than before.

  “You want nothing more than to be fucked like a wild animal, cocks shoved in every hole while driving you to ecstasy.”

  “How dare you!” She struggled, making tiny whimpering sounds. There was no way she could get out of my grasp, no matter how hard she fought.

  But I enjoyed the hell out of watching her try.

  “Let me go, you brute.”

  Brute. There was another delicious name I had no problem with. I fingered her hand after a few seconds, allowing her to feel more in control. I’d already grown bored. This was nothing more than a game. I had to play the martyr, disguising myself as an obedient cyborg unit in order to achieve my freedom. “Very well, Sara Booker. We’ll keep this all business. What is swimming in that vial you have?”

  “Just...” A nervous laugh floated from her pursed lips. She was completely flustered, her skin shimmering and adding the most erotic glow to her porcelain face. After taking several deep breaths, she was finally able to talk. “Inoculations for the outside against various diseases. So you can live.” When I only tilted my head, narrowing my eyes, she swallowed hard. “You know. Smallpox. Measles. Typhoid fever. Certain cancers.”

  They were all ancient diseases, but I’d read almost everything on the resurgence of medical issues long since thought to be extinct. They were coming back with a vengeance. “Very well.” I let go of her arm and oddly enough, she only moved back a few inches. I allowed a seductive sound to slide up from my diaphragm, telling her in no uncertain terms that I wanted to ravage her like the savage I’d been created to be.

  The scientists had no understanding that my brain had manifested into much more than I’d been programmed for. My human side was brutal in nature, relishing in the strength and fortitude the cybernetics offered. That would remain my secret even though I was aware of their uphill battle on continued funding. They’d been cutting corners. They were stretched to the limit.

  And they were afraid.

  An interesting position given the level of power they held in their fragile hands.

  She licked her lips once again, taking several additional deep breaths as she glared at the syringe. “Where would... where would you like it? The shot I mean. I mean...” A warm flush slipped up ever so slowly from her neck to her carved jawline and finally to her plump cheeks, the nervous laugh even more scintillating.

  “Anywhere is fine, as long as you can handle it, sweet Sara.” I also dared her to request my naked ass. When she blinked, a single bead of perspiration trickling between her breasts, I held out my forearm, clenching my fist. “Get it over with, sweetheart. I’m certain you have other machines to attend to before you leave for the day.”

  Sara took a step back, almost faltering but she managed to collect herself, reaching into her pocket to pull out some sort of swab. “This might pinch just a little. I don’t honestly know.” Her laugh was laced with a girlie tone.

  “Pain doesn’t bother me in the least.” I’d been threatened with various agonizing aspects of punishment for fighting against the regime. Nothing fazed me any longer. I studied her face and the twinkle in her eyes as she tried to be extra careful. The needle went in deep, almost connecting with protected gel casings, but her training prevented it just in time. The last thing the scientists would want was a breach in the hull of my mechanisms. They were counting on me. I snickered under my breath.

  When she was finished, she didn’t pull away, instead daring herself to slide as close to me as possible. “I’m glad you’re getting out, Rogue. Just a couple last tests and we’re all done. You deserve a normal life.”

  I wanted to contradict her, but why bother? I had a notion she had no understanding of what normal was supposed to be. She hadn’t been through the various wars that almost destroyed her country. She was far too young to understand the horrors inflicted on humans and all because of greed. I risked my release by sliding my hand between her legs, thumbing her clit. She was slick from desire, her juice covering my fingers immediately.

  Her mouth opened in a perfect ‘O’ and as her eyes rolled into the back of her head, her body swayed.

  “Yes, you’re ready for a hard fuck. Aren’t you, Sa-ra?” I oozed the words past my lips as I thrust several fingers into her pussy. She was just as tight as I thought she’d be, but her cunt swallowed my fingers in a greedy fashion.

  “Rogue,” she whispered then dragged her tongue across her sweet lips.

  I pumped rapidly, jamming my fingers all the way inside. “Think about my cock shoved up your ass, little Sara. Do you want that? Do you want me to fuck you like the little slut you are?”

  “Yes, I...” She swallowed again, one hand floating to my arm. The way her fingernails dug into my skin gave me a heated smile. I could use her in any manner I wanted. She almost dropped the syringe as she quivered at my touch.

  I rubbed my thumb across her hardened nub relentlessly, studying every aspect of her movements. Her eyes were only half open, dazed and confused.

  Just like I wanted.

  “I... Um...”

  “Are you going to be a good little girl and come back to give me a blowjob later? After a harsh round of punishment of course. You won’t be sitting down easily for a week.”

  “Yes! Oh, yes,” she moaned, lolling her head back.

  “You like pain. Good. Then I’ll let you come.” I was even more brutal, driving more of my hand deep inside. Harder. Faster.

  Beads of perspiration danced along her flawless skin and she began to shake, forcing to slap her hand on the edge of the table. “Yes. Oh, God!”

  Her pussy muscles clamped around my hand, quivering from my touch. I was slickened with her juice, my cock throbbing even more as my hunger increased.

  But I loved every fucking second of it.

  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.