The Cyborg Recruitment Project

by Sara Rustan

  He smiled at her and made a kissing motion with his lips, and then closed his eyes.

  With a sense of relief she touched the screen to release the sedative. It wasn’t actually required for this particular operation, which was mainly a software upgrade and fairly trivial. But in Jolie’s experience men tended to get very nervous when you were tinkering with their equipment. She did better work herself when she didn’t have to worry about patient anxiety and answer silly questions.

  Not to mention that now that he was safely knocked out, she could finally allow herself to enjoy looking at his gorgeous body. And it was gorgeous.

  If you liked them big and muscular and strong and really, really male. And Jolie did.

  There wasn’t an inch to spare in the med-unit, even though this was the large portable version. His chest was so broad that his arms had to lie across the top of his chest instead of at his sides. His thighs and abdomen were heavily muscled. He must work out regularly, even though he was isolated here on this station. It was hard to keep up that amount of muscle when you were weightless on a regular basis, as Jolie knew well from her other cyborg patients.

  Almost against her will, her gaze was drawn to that part of his anatomy that she had so carefully avoided looking at a few minutes earlier. His cock was curled against his right thigh, dark red, wrapped around with bluish veins. It was thick and long, even though it was soft. How much bigger would it get when it was erect? She had heard that if they started out big, they didn’t get much bigger. That was probably a good thing, in this case. Because she wasn’t sure she could handle something much bigger.

  Her hand reached out as though to touch, and she pulled it back sharply. Now that really would be unprofessional. She only had to wait an hour or so to find out how it felt.

  All of her boyfriends – all three of them – had been cerebral types, rather than the big, physical men she admired. She could never convince herself that a man who was that attractive could possibly be interested in her, so she had limited herself to men she thought were more in her league.

  She had never been as attracted to any of her old boyfriends as she was to Thorgan. Maybe she would finally be able to achieve an orgasm with a man. She could only hope. But if she didn’t, she had gotten really good at faking it. In her limited experience, men tended to blame the woman if the woman didn’t come. One of her partners had actually gotten angry with her. So she had learned to moan and thrash with the best of them.

  Her mouth felt dry in anticipation, and she licked her lips. Orgasm or no orgasm, she was looking forward to touching…him.

  But first she had to get that equipment fixed. She turned to the console of the med-unit and prepared to go to work.

  * * * * *

  Thorgan gradually drifted back to consciousness. Was it all over or hadn’t she started yet? A quick check of his computer clock showed that an hour had passed. He ran down his internal checklist, and all systems were functional. When he asked for recent changes, a list of interesting items showed up. He now had control over some switches that would allow him to control all the body functions that had just been turned back on. Hmm. He could think of some interesting possibilities for play.

  He had very accurate life-form sensors, since he had the basic mercenary package, so he could tell that Jolie was standing right over him.

  But before officially joining the conscious world, he was going to do a little thought experiment. If she hadn’t been able to fix him, if there was some problem, or if she thought to… to cheat him somehow, he wanted to know before he had to look at her apologetic face.

  He used his cyborg controls to keep his breathing and respiration in sleep mode, and imagined Jolie naked. Instead of standing over him in that prissy doctor’s uniform, she was standing over him naked, the fullness of her breasts hanging right over him, topped with – hmm, should he go for large brown nipples, or smaller pink areolas, and erect nipples? The pink, definitely the pink with her fair skin and tendency to blush. So her nipples were mere inches from his mouth, and her hand was reaching toward his dick.

  His cock swelled, the blood rushing into it. Goddess, it felt good to get a hard-on after six years, six years of impotence. His breathing was struggling against the artificial slowness imposed on it. He wanted to be breathing harder and faster. So he released the controls and opened his eyes.

  She was leaning over him, but her eyes weren’t fastened on his face. Mr. Happy was getting all her attention. She was blushing again – and her eyes were really, really big.

  He resisted the urge to laugh. He didn’t want to infuriate the only source of sex for several million miles. But he did lift an eyebrow and drawl, “Like what you see?” She never had answered the last time he’d asked.

  She didn’t answer this time either, but stepped back hastily. “I see that everything is functioning normally.” Her voice was breathless and a tad creaky.

  “I can get out of this coffin now?”

  “Sure.” She stepped back further, and waved a hand. “You’re all done here.”

  He sat up, grasped the edges of the unit, and swung his legs over and down, all in one seamless movement. His erection pointed straight at her, like some armed, female-seeking missile.

  Her eyes were big and dark, and her breathing was uneven. A quick scan of her body showed that her breasts and groin were already hotter than normal. And she was chewing on her lower lip.

  He stepped closer to her and could see her restrain an instinctive desire to move backward. She had her share of courage, this little cyborg doctor. One more step and his hands were cradling her face, his cock nestled against her abdomen, his thighs framing her body.

  She looked up at him and licked her lips. “What are you going to do to me?”

  He chuckled. “Oh, pretty much everything, eventually. Right now, I’m just going to kiss you.”

  He could feel her relax a bit. She was definitely on the skittish side. He was going to have to take things slowly. He might even need to make use of those new mods, because after six years of abstinence, his body would prefer to be buried deeply inside her right now. Hey, slow, fast, he’d take it however he could get it and count himself lucky.

  He lowered his head toward her lips and gently stroked them with his tongue. Her eyes drifted closed, and she breathed out with a soft whimper. He circled her lips and gently worked himself between them. Her body sagged against his, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. Goddess, she tasted good. Sweet, rich, heady, and arousing.

  He lifted her bottom with his hands, pulling her tighter against his throbbing cock, holding her entire weight with his arms. She wrapped her legs around him, trembling against his chest.

  Splitting his attention with an effort, he kept his mouth locked on hers, thrusting and licking and sucking, while another part of his brain envisioned the room as he carried her toward his sleeping compartment.

  He was not going to have his first sex in six years on the hard, cold floor of the temporary medical lab.

  Chapter Three

  As Thorgan carried Jolie towards his sleeping compartment, she started tensing up despite how good it felt to be wrapped around his body. It wasn’t like she even knew the guy. Or was that a good thing? Because the sex that she’d had with men she did know hadn’t been that good. And she’d never have to see him again after she delivered him to the Federation, so the chance for future embarrassment was low.

  He broke away from the kiss far enough to peer down at her face. “Hey, you can relax. I’m not going to drop you. I’m rated for three hundred pounds and you’re nowhere near that.”

  Jolie kept her gaze fastened on his chest. “I didn’t think you were going to drop me.” She sniffed. “I’ve seen your chart and know your capabilities perfectly well. I am a cyborg doctor.”

  “So why are you all tense and nervous?”

  Jolie tried to think of some answer to that wouldn’t reveal her many inadequacies. Something close to the truth, but not quite there. �
��I…I’m not used to having sex with strangers.” That was certainly the truth. She couldn’t remember ever having a chance to have sex with a stranger before.

  They had reached his compartment, which he pushed open with one foot. Inside he let her slide down his body onto the bed. He frowned down at her. “So what does that mean? You want to play get-acquainted games? Share our childhood traumas before you’re willing to keep your side of the bargain?”

  Her eyes opened wide. “No, no. That wasn’t what I meant at all. I just meant that I’m a little nervous because I’m not used to this. That’s all.”

  There was a note of alarm in his voice. “You’re not some kind of virgin, are you?”

  “No, of course not. I’ve had boyfriends.” She wished she could have kept that defensive note out of her voice.

  “Nobody now, right?”

  She shook her head. “No.”

  “I didn’t think so.” He crossed his arms, grinned, and wiggled his hips at her. “Not with the way you were checking me out.”

  “I wasn’t checking you out!”

  “Tsk, tsk.” He shook his head. “A doctor lying to her patient. How sad.”

  Jolie sputtered in frustration. “You…you aren’t my patient!”

  He sighed loudly. “And now you’re denying our relationship.”

  “We don’t have a relationship!” she said between gritted teeth.

  “Of course we have a relationship. You’re my sex toy. That’s a relationship.” He looked down his nose at her, his eyes sparkling with humor.

  He was awfully cute when he teased her like that. Because it was suddenly obvious to Jolie that he was teasing her. It seemed to be one of his favorite things, teasing. At least she wasn’t feeling tense now.

  She scooted back against the pillows, and waved a languid hand. “So start playing with me. I’m waiting.”

  He looked at her for a moment, and then suddenly dived toward her. When his large, naked body covered hers, Jolie squeaked.

  “You may have noticed that I am totally naked, while you are still unfortunately clothed.” His warm lips nuzzled her neck, and then he rolled off her onto his side.

  His hand stroked down her body starting at her neck, massaging the mounds of her breasts, caressing the curve of her waist, kneading her bottom. Then he gave her a little shove. “So your first task as sex toy is to strip. Slowly. Being as sexy as possible.” He looked a bit doubtfully at her medical uniform.

  She slid off the bed and stood in the middle of the small room. She wasn’t sure she knew how to be sexy. But she’d seen vids. Surely she could act the part just once. She looked over at Thorgan, lounging on the pillows piled on the bed, all powerful muscle and sleek skin and rock-hard erection, and the place between her legs throbbed and grew moist.

  His eyes half-closed, he slowly moved his hand to his cock, and gave it a full, heavy stroke with his fist. “If you’re good enough,” he drawled, “I may even let you taste this later.” He gave it another firm stroke, then put his hands behind his head and thrust his hips a little, just enough to make his shaft stand out tall and proud.

  A wave of heat rolled through Jolie, making her nipples bud, her pussy cream, and her mouth dry. She would indeed like a taste of that.

  “But only if you’re really good.” His voice was husky, but she could recognize that underlying note in his voice now.

  Goddess damn it. He was teasing her again.

  Okay, now she was motivated. She was going to tease him back. Viciously.

  Unfortunately she didn’t have much to work with. Thorgan was right. This uniform was not good for doing a sexy strip-tease. She shook her head, tossing her hair back and forth to make it full and loose, and then she bent forward and rolled up, giving him a heavy-lidded, sultry look. Or what she hoped was heavy-lidded and sultry. She twisted and rotated her spine, giving her hips a swing.

  He licked his lips, and whistled lightly in approval.

  Hey, this wasn’t that hard. And it was arousing to know he was watching her and thinking about sex. With her. Because she was definitely thinking about sex with him.

  Keeping up a bump and grind with her hips, she slowly unfastened the front of the uniform, running her finger along the visible flesh and dipping suggestively underneath. Then she slipped the dress off her right shoulder, and coyly turned sideways so he couldn’t immediately see the extra skin. Running her hand through her hair, she looked at him through half-open eyes, flashed him the sight of the top half of her breast, and turned away again.

  The downside of teasing him this way – if you could call it a downside – was that she was probably making herself as horny as she was making him. The teaser teased. Because right now she wanted nothing more than to sink herself onto that hard-on he was taunting her with. She was pretty sure that this next hour was going to make all of the stress associated with this job worthwhile.

  Putting her hands on her hips, she inched the skirt of her uniform up until the edge was level with the bottom of her ass. Peering over her shoulder to watch him, she rolled her butt. Vavoom. Vavoom. Oh, yeah. The look on his face was priceless. This really was working. And then she leaned forward, displaying her pussy to him barely covered with a thin layer of Ekartis silk underwear. She could see him crawling toward her across the bed through the upside-down V of her legs, an extremely focused look on his face.

  Apparently even horny cyborgs had their limits.

  She hurriedly straightened up and turned around. “I’m not done stripping.”

  “Yes. You. Are.”

  He leaped from the bed to land right beside her, as though he were some kind of big cat about to play with a mouse. With the enhanced speed of a cyborg, he had her out of the uniform in seconds – or maybe nanoseconds – and was back on the bed with her in his arms so fast she missed exactly how he did it. She must have blinked.

  His hot skin and heavy muscles pressed her into the bed, as he nibbled his way from her neck down to her politely waiting nipples. When his mouth fastened onto the rosy nub, it was almost like having his mouth on her clit, the connection was that direct. She moaned and writhed, trying to get even closer to his body, to relieve the yearning pressure by rubbing against him.

  He carefully, leisurely licked, tweaked – teased – first one nipple, then the other. One hand was braced on the bed, the other massaged and stroked her skin on the way to her soft, moist, center. A finger dipped inside, then circled around her clit, never quite touching it. She writhed and twisted, trying to get something, anything, to brush against that spot.

  But he was in control and his hand moved away each time. Time for another approach.

  She tapped him on the shoulder. “Hey, buddy.”

  He popped off her nipple and looked toward her face.

  “Didn’t you promise me a taste of that big cock of yours? Hmm?” She raised an eyebrow. “I’m pretty sure that I was good enough, since you didn’t even let me finish.”

  There was a calculating look on his face. “Okay, but I get to eat you at the same time.”

  There went her plan to tease him to distraction and make him lose control. Well, she could still do it, but he’d be able to tease her right back. But she could hardly complain. There was probably some law against complaining about having a horny cyborg’s tongue on her tender bits. Or there ought to be. “Fine with me.”

  In a flash, he had flipped them both over and turned her around, so that he was on the bottom with her facing his thick, jutting rod. She’d just have to get used to these sudden changes of position. Except this was just a short-term arrangement. No point in getting used to anything. And her mouth dipped toward the velvety, glistening head, already anticipating the taste and texture.

  Her mouth closed around his thickness, just as his tongue swiped a long wet stroke over her wet, tender folds and her tiny shaft, and she shuddered with reaction, as intoxicating arousal surged through her. It was a good thing that he was holding her in position, because she might just have c
ollapsed if she’d had to support herself on her own.

  So they settled down to exchanging sucks and strokes and licks, sending heat and pleasure higher than Jolie had ever felt before. This time, she’d be able to go all the way. She knew it.

  She could feel Thorgan’s balls draw tight, and his cock quiver. He was close to orgasm. With another one of those lightning-fast moves, he flipped them over and around again, and impaled himself in her, his big cock filling her impossibly full. Goddess, that felt good!

  He pulled back and slammed forward again in one long thrust, her inner muscles clamping tight around him. She closed her eyes and gripped his tight glutes with her hands, feeling his muscles work as he pumped in and out.

  Resting his weight on one hand, with the other he twisted her nipple with the exact pressure that she needed to drive a shimmering wave of anticipation to the peak.

  With one last savage thrust, he cried out and she felt his cock spasm, filling her with his come – while Jolie’s glittering peak fizzled and sputtered and started winding down. The back of her throat grew tight with tears, as she pumped her hips and clenched her inner muscles and moaned rhythmically. She had done this so many times before that it was automatic.

  Thorgan collapsed, half on the bed, half leaning on top of Jolie. His breathing was heavy and labored. They lay there while her heartbeat and breathing slowed to normal, sweaty flesh against sweaty flesh.

  Then he rolled to the side and rested his head on his hand. “So, just out of curiosity, do you ever come with a man?”

  Chapter Four

  Jolie tensed all over at Thorgan’s question. She was not in the mood to deal with being labeled frigid and blamed for not coming. She was lying naked in bed right after having sweaty, explosive sex. It was not the best situation for maintaining boundaries – and lying her teeth off. But she could only try. Crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes, she said, “Are you implying that I didn’t come? Because I resent the implication that I was faking it.” That’s right. Try to put him on the defensive. It was worth a try, at least.