by Loki Renard
“You… you’re going to fuck my ass because I disobeyed you,” I whimper.
“I’m going to fuck your tight asshole because it’s mine,” he growls. “Just like the rest of you is mine. Mine to protect. Mine to have. You are not going anywhere, Lilly.”
The snarl of possession is so passionate I feel it to my core. The fingers inside me are demanding, almost rough as they twist and turn, and then pop free.
Adam picks me up, turns me around to sit facing him, my legs spread around his, his strong arms holding my ass above the hard girth of his lubricated cock. I am a wet, greasy mess as he rubs the head of his thick cock over the pussy I know he is not going to pleasure tonight, showing my little cunt that it can be punished by absence of cock too.
He holds me up, one hand splayed across my ass cheeks, the other on my chin, holding my head so I have to look at him as he lowers my poor virgin bottom onto the impossibly thick head of his cock.
I feel myself stretching wide, feel the stinging heat, the pain of being taken for the first time in such a brutally intimate way. My ring has to stretch to allow him in, much wider than before, and I let out a whimper of pain as he makes that happen. There is no choice. I must take him. I am being punished for my sins, and a cock in my bottom is the penance I will pay.
“It hurts,” I whimper.
“Good,” he rumbles back.
He makes me stay there, perched above his cock, my anus struggling to take the big intrusion. Slowly, I feel myself opening up. Then I start to slide down, just a little, guided by his big paw. He has me where he wants me. He has me where I need to be.
I know I deserve this. I was totally disobedient and now my bottom needs to be fucked.
It is very slow. With every deep breath, I relax a little more and his cock nudges a bit deeper inside me. My pussy is empty, but my clit is tingling as I am held there, impaled on his rod.
“Bad girl,” he chastises me again, pinching my left nipple. He keeps the pressure on, making me wail and wriggle, forcing another inch of cock into my ass before he lets go.
“Adam…” I whimper, my voice breathy. My pussy is leaking juices all over the shaft of him, aiding in my punishment. He keeps letting me slide down just a little at a time. He is drawing this out, making me feel every inch of his cock as my bottom and body surrender to him.
I am sorry for what I have done, but the deeper his cock sinks, the better it feels. My muscle starts to relax and let him in more easily, my body surrendering to his desire without resistance. The more I submit, the less it hurts and soon I am sliding up and down the thick rod of his cock, propelled by his hands as he works me up and down.
“Don’t ever do anything like that again,” he growls in my ear, pulling me down hard so his cock is as deep inside my ass as it can get. His hands slide my thighs further open and hook my knees over his, so my legs are lewdly wide.
I feel the flats of his fingers rub up and down my exposed pussy for a moment, and then land a swift slap. The sudden sting in that oh so sensitive spot makes me squeak and wriggle, my ass clenching against his cock as he wraps one arm around my waist, holding me in place. He starts to spank my pussy with swift, crisp swats, his hand finding my cunt over and over again with punitive strokes that catch my lips and my clit and my entrance all together.
“I’m sorry!” I gasp and moan the apology, but he doesn’t want to hear it. Right now he wants to fuck my ass and spank my pussy and he is doing both, his powerful muscular body holding mine captive as his cock thrusts into my bottom with rough strokes and his hand catches my slit over and over again with slaps that are stinging more with every stroke.
“Adam! I’m sorry!” I start to scream the apology, my pussy clenching against nothing at all. He whips my cunt with his fingers a few more times, and then those same fingers find my clit and start rubbing that punished little bud nice and hard.
My apologies are swiftly replaced with cries of rough pleasure as heat flashes through my body. He has me on the verge of climax with his cock up my ass, bouncing me on his thick member over and over, rubbing my sore pussy and then spanking it again.
I am wet and I am sore and I am going to come with this vicious cyborg fucking my ass, pulling me down on that rock-hard shaft over and over, using every inch of me. This is my punishment. This is my reward. This is everything I have earned and everything I deserve.
Adam’s fingers curl and push up inside my pussy, invading the tight hole he has just spanked. He fingers me hard and fast, strumming my wet sloppy sex. I can feel him pulsing in my ass and I know he is going to come in there. I am going to take his seed in my ass, and my disobedient pussy is going to get nothing.
“You bad girl,” he growls, his teeth finding the back of my neck. He latches on, holds me still and I feel his hips thrust hard up against me, forcing his cock deep. He’s not going to give me a moment of quarter. He pulls his fingers out and spanks my pussy again as he comes inside me, filling my ravaged ass to the brim with grunting strokes before pulling out and letting that cum drip from my stretched hole.
I haven’t come yet. I don’t know if I will. All I know is that my bottom is never going to be the same, and right now I am like a well fucked puppet on his fingers, which have pushed back into my pussy. This is all I get. This is what I have to take my pleasure from, and though my ass is aching and my pussy is red and swollen from the spanking, I am going to come.
I grind against his hand until I find that sweet pitch of release, and then, having found it, I collapse back against him, my legs still pinned wide by his, my ass leaking cum onto his lap.
Adam slides a hand beneath my jaw and tips my head back up toward him. I see a softer look in his eyes, a forgiveness perhaps, or maybe just a respite from his disappointment and anger.
He drops a kiss on my forehead and murmurs the words I so desperately need to hear.
“Good girl.”
Chapter Fourteen
I am caged. This is my own fault, I know. It’s also my fault that I’m alone, because Adam has had to leave in order to fill in the tunnel I dug out and close it in. To do that, he has to go scavenge among the ruins of the city, and no doubt fight off hordes of half-mad humans like the ones I saw on the night I emerged.
I’m worried for him. I’m worried for us. I’m worried for whatever life might be sparking inside me. I can barely bring myself to even think about that aspect—that there could be a little somebody inside me even now, growing innocently unaware of the utter chaos outside.
My mind skips to the math of the matter. Statistically, it’s unlikely to have happened yet. Rates of conception aren’t that high. But still, there’s a possibility, a possibility that my cold scientific rationale can’t quite make go away.
Being stuck in a cage gives me a lot of time to think. About me, about Adam, about everything that led up to this and everything that might still happen. Is it even possible for us to have a happily ever after?
I hear the door open, heavy iron scraping across the not quite level stone floor, and breathe a sigh of relief. Thank god. He’s back. I don’t have to think anymore. He can let me out of this cage and I can go pee.
There’s scuffling and shuffling about and I wonder what he’s doing. He must have got some more supplies; they sound kind of heavy. I know he likes me to stay quiet when I’m in the cage, so I don’t call out to him, even though I really want to.
I wait, and I wait. What is he doing in there? Why hasn’t he closed the door behind him? It’s usually the very first thing he does. Adam never leaves any passage into the place open if he doesn’t have to.
A bad feeling is starting to creep through me. I can’t see anything, but I know something is wrong. I can’t feel Adam. That makes no sense empirically, but I feel in my gut. Whatever just came through that door wasn’t Adam.
A figure enters the room slowly but stiffly. It’s not Adam. It’s not even a male. I can’t see this woman’s face, but I can see the outline of her body silhouetted by the
light from the other room. She’s wearing something very, very tight that leaves nothing to the imagination. She’s tall though, almost as tall as Adam, and she’s broad-shouldered for a woman.
I can’t see her properly. I’m pretty sure she hasn’t seen me yet, cowering here in the corner of my cage. But there’s something… familiar about her. A shiver runs up my spine. She is eerie. There’s something wrong with her. Something I can’t quite put my finger on.
She takes another step into the room, light falls properly across her face, and I know in an instant what it is. She is like Adam. She has the same technology as him. My work, but not from my hand.
The sharp intake of breath I take causes her eyes to zero in on me, twin lasers of crystal blue intensity piercing me across the room.
“Who are you?” We both ask the question as the same time, our words blending, mine afraid, hers harsh.
She stalks over to me, looks down at me with clinical contempt. She does not remark on the cage like a normal person would, because she is not a normal person. Strictly speaking, she is not a person at all.
I can’t help but stare at her, marveling at what someone else must have made. From an examination at this distance, she looks practically perfect. I don’t detect any tremors in her fine motor range, and her gaze is locked on, none of the glassy gaze we saw in some of the smaller animals we tested with the technology.
“I’m… Martha,” I say. If she doesn’t know who I am, there’s no way I’m going to tell her. There are precisely zero ways that would improve this interaction.
“My name is Eve,” she says, her voice cold. “Where is my mate?”
I don’t answer her. I just stare at her. She looks so much like Adam. I’m starting to think that they must have taken precisely the same code and allowed for female instead of male. Maybe duplicated the X chromosome to make up for the extra missing leg of the Y… and then called her Eve and told her she was Adam’s mate. Jesus wept.
The hubris involved in doing something like that doesn’t surprise me. The kind of people who like to create life don’t have a problem with having a God complex. It’s basically a point of pride. Now we’re dealing with a potential clusterfuck of biblical proportions.
“Did you understand me?” She snaps the question, impatient.
“Y… your mate?”
“The one named Adam. The only other one in the world who is as I am.”
“I don’t know.”
It’s the truth. Adam has been gone for hours now and he’s not in the habit of telling me where he goes. He leaves me here like a mother beast leaves her baby behind in the den—except now there’s another super predator here and I know I can’t defend myself from her.
The same thought has apparently occurred to her.
She walks toward me, her movements unhurried, but somehow intimidating. As she comes further toward me, I see her better.
Her clothing is rubberized, perfectly formed to her perfect body. I can make out the lines of her nipples under the tight fabric. I can even see the taut plane of her stomach… and… as my eyes lower, I see that literally nothing has been left to the imagination. The rubber is so thin and so tight it outlines her feminine places in a frankly lewd manner.
“What are you doing here?”
She really doesn’t know who I am, and that is a very good thing. One, it’s probably the only thing keeping me alive right now. Two, it means they didn’t upload data about me to her, which might mean they don’t know Adam and I are together. The less they know, the better.
“I, uh…” My throat starts to close from fear as she gets closer to me. She is just as tall as Adam, and I have no doubt just as physically powerful.
For the first time ever, I am glad for the cage surrounding me. It will protect me from her. It will… my mind goes blank as she casually wraps her hands around the bars and simply pulls them open, peeling the bars back as if they were made of rubber rather than steel.
She reaches through the opening and takes me by the neck. I don’t know if the grip is meant to be intimidating, or if she’s just picking me up awkwardly, but either way she drags me through the opening roughly, banging me against the bars without remorse or even a flicker of acknowledgment that such an action might hurt me.
I don’t see the desire to hurt me in her face. I do see a blank indifference, as if I were a fly or something entirely irrelevant to her. She is a cyborg as we had decided not to make them. The cold, passionless, unemotional kind. I’m willing to bet they didn’t even attempt to map those brain functions in. She’s probably missing entire chunks of brain.
Eve looks down at me and lowers her face to mine, taking a brief sniff before lifting her head again.
“I smell him on you.”
She seems more confused by that than angry.
“He has been mating with you,” she says, her voice still flat. “Why?”
“I…” It’s basically impossible to answer her because her grip is cutting my breath off very successfully.
She frowns, then loosens her grip, dropping me to the floor. I land on my hands and knees, cursing under my breath. She could easily have broken my neck, but it’s hard to hold that against her. Being angry at Eve would be like being angry at a toaster. She’s not… real. Not like Adam is.
“He is my mate,” she says in that horrible voice that is just so devoid of existence. “I was made from him.”
“You mean for him?”
“I mean from him,” she corrects me roughly. “They took a part of his bone.”
“Let me guess,” I say, rubbing my neck. “They took a rib.”
“Yes,” she says, barely registering the fact that I know something I shouldn’t really know. Her mental skills are really not up to par. She doesn’t have a sense of what she knows versus what other people know.
Those sick fucks. Did they do it because they knew the significance of it, or because a rib really is the best part of a cyborg to take? I try to force my mind back to the problem at hand. There’s a huge cyber-enhanced female looking down at me and at any moment she could decide that I’m competition and the best thing to do is crush me like a bug.
I should be fearing for my life, but I find myself utterly fascinated with this creature. So this is what Ascent got up to after I left. They forgot the entire design philosophy and just started pumping out half-baked replicas of Adam, building them around some kind of borderline blasphemous fantasy.
How many other Eves are out there? How many other Adams? A chill runs through me. It occurs to me that I can’t even be sure that the Adam who has me now is the same Adam I knew in the lab. He has that Adam’s memories, but perhaps memories can be replicated or transplanted; they’re just data after all, encoded in neural networks.
“You know Adam? He’s been with you?” I try to keep the jealousy out of my voice, but it doesn’t really matter because she wouldn’t recognize it anyway.
“Not yet,” she says. “I was made for him. Sent to find him. I must find my mate. He dwells here. I can smell him.”
Her sentences are staccato, but they’re also correct.
“Where is he?” She repeats the question.
“I really don’t know. He will return if you wait.” That’s the truth. He will be back sooner or later. I just hope I survive that long.
“I…” she announces. “Will wait.”
She walks over and takes a seat on the couch, perching in an incongruously ladylike fashion, knees together, ankles crossed one over the other. There’s an elegance and beauty to her I can’t help but admire.
The wait for Adam isn’t actually all that long, but it feels like forever. I try to avoid eye contact with Eve, and behave like the furniture would. It seems to work. She is far too preoccupied with him. Even the fact that I smell of his seed doesn’t concern her. It’s more like I’m a dirty tissue she found with his cum drying on it than a potential love rival.
Finally, I hear his footsteps. I am filled with simultaneous relief a
nd fear. This could go well, or it could go horribly wrong.
The first thing Adam sees when he walks through the still open door is my cage.
“Lilly!” He booms my name angrily.
“Adam!” I call back. “We have a guest.”
“What?” His growl is low and angry as he stalks into the room, looking for me. There’s already a strip of leather in his hand, which I’m sure he intends to punish me with but this time it really isn’t my fault.
He sees me sitting on the floor. I have not moved since Eve dropped me. Staying still and appearing to be nothing more than an object in the room seems to be the safest option. His eyes run over me, settle on the red mark around my throat. Before he can come to me, or even formulate a question, he is greeted by his guest.
“Adam.”
The female rises from the couch and turns toward him. I see a hundred reactions pass over Adam’s face in a split second. I see shock, anger, aggression, confusion, and lust.
“I am Eve,” she introduces herself. “I am your mate. I have come to procreate.”
I groan internally. If Eve was a real woman, I would be consumed with pure jealousy, but there’s something so awfully innocent about her, so utterly undetermined. This isn’t her choice. She’s not doing or saying these things because she really wants Adam. She’s been programmed to, that’s all.
Adam clears his throat. “Eve,” he says. “Where did you come from?”
“I was made in the same place you were.”
“That place is gone now.”
“I was made in the same place you were,” she repeats. “I was made for you. You are my mate. You will place your semen inside my internal channel and I will grow a replica of our combined genetic code.”
Well, she’s direct, I’ll give her that. There’s a certain sense of deja vu to this. Adam was less robotic about his plans for me, but they were and still are essentially the very same plan.
“I do not wish to replicate with Ascent technology,” Adam says, dashing her hopes. “You should leave.”
