The Cyborg Recruitment Project

by Sara Rustan

  He grabbed Jolie’s hand, pulled her after him, and they stepped out onto the landing pad of the smuggling base.

  Chapter Five

  The smuggler’s planet – the fifth planet circling the star Jemala, or Jemala 5 – was a dry, dusty place, with no visible vegetation. Since humans lived on the surface there must be water someplace, but Jolie saw no signs of it. It was easy to see why there were no large-scale settlements – the cost of terraforming such an inhospitable planet would be very high.

  The smugglers themselves were a taciturn, rough lot of unwashed males with the heavy, guttural accents of the Lorden sector. Several brutish guards carrying disrupter guns ushered them into the squalid common room of the cramped base, where a marginally cleaner and more intelligent-looking boss interrogated them about where they had come from and where they were going.

  It was easy to let Thorgan do all the talking. She was concentrating too hard on breathing through her mouth to reduce the impact of the concentrated body odor. But after Thorgan fed them his truly creative story, they were abruptly ushered into quarters that were apparently kept empty for occasional “guests.” A slinky robe hanging on a hook and the stale hint of strong perfume told Jolie that sex workers had been among the past occupants.

  With the clank of the primitive bar on the other side of the door locking them in, Jolie put her hands on her hips and glared at Thorgan. “Couldn’t you have come up with some other explanation? Did I have to have a virulent, communicable disease?”

  Thorgan interrupted his exploration of the closets to look over at her. “I didn’t have a lot of time to come up with a believable story. It worked, didn’t it?”

  “Yes, but now we’re locked in. Together.”

  He shrugged. “I don’t see the problem with that. You’re still my contracted sex toy, right? This is as good a place as any to have sex. It’s probably more comfortable than the bunk on your ship.” He opened the door to the tiny refresher facility, shook his head, and closed it again.

  “Sex? We’re in the middle of a smuggling base, in case you hadn’t noticed.”

  Thorgan pulled out a drawer by the bed. “So? There’s nothing else to do here.” He rummaged through the contents of the drawer, snatched up a small box, and flipped it open. “Yes! This will come in handy.”

  “What? Something to help us escape?” she asked with heavy sarcasm.

  “No, something to help with the sex,” he said with exaggerated patience. “We’re not going to be able to escape from here. They’ll let us go – eventually.”

  She sighed, and nibbled on a finger. “Are you sure about that?” She hoped her voice didn’t sound as shaky as it felt.

  He set the box down on a counter and was in front of her in a couple of long steps. With one hand he pulled her against his body; with the other he tilted up her chin. “Relax, sweetheart.” He bent his head until his lips touched hers, firm and warm. She melted against his large, solid, very masculine body, and his tongue delicately thrust into her mouth, flooding her with his taste.

  His mouth reluctantly pulled back from hers, and he said, “These smugglers prefer to keep things on a business-like basis, and I’ve given them as many reasons as I could think of to let us move on. So they probably will.”

  “Probably? Probably?”

  He touched a couple of fingers to her mouth. “Shhh, shhh. Nothing in life is absolutely certain. So let’s enjoy ourselves now, okay?”

  She closed her eyes and sagged against him. He did have a point. If she was going to be executed tomorrow, she’d much rather have sex with Thorgan than sit around worrying. At least she could take her mind off one set of problems. She kissed his chest and looked up at him. “You’re right.” She straightened her shoulders. “What would you like me to do?”

  He burst into laughter. “Fun. We’re supposed to be having fun. You sound like you’re volunteering for a suicide mission.”

  She glowered at him, stepped back, and crossed her arms. “It’s easy for you to talk.”

  “Yes, it is. And it’s easy for me to do lots of other things, too.” With that he sank down on the bed and pulled her against his body, nestling her between his legs.

  He was so big and strong compared to her. In contrast she felt small and weak – and it wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling, because it also made her very aware of being a woman. In this position his swelling cock was pressing right against her. Her breathing deepened, and her nipples tightened.

  His craggy, masculine face was only inches away. A surge of shyness came over her, and she had to fight the urge to look away. They had spent six hours together since having sex earlier that day, and getting to know him better was having the odd effect of making her less comfortable.

  He examined her thoughtfully, resting his powerful hands on her shoulders. His deep blue eyes darkened with lust and he slowly moistened his lips, then leaned forward and brushed her mouth with his. Not a full kiss – just enough to tease and tantalize.

  His hands moved down her back, exploring the shape of her body, until they came to rest on her ass. He cupped her curves and pulled her against his rigid erection.

  She closed her eyes at the wave of lust, cream pooling between her thighs. Then he cupped her mound with one hand and her eyes flew open.

  “Yes, that’s making you hot,” he murmured.

  She rolled her eyes. “It doesn’t take cyborg senses to recognize that.”

  His lips twitched. “No, but I can see it in more than one way. My heat and infrared recognition senses detect it, in addition to the normal human senses.”

  She grasped his cock through the stretchy fabric of his jumpsuit. “My, my. You’re feeling a bit hot yourself – and I can detect it with only my inferior human equipment.”

  He snorted. “You’re a sassy little thing, aren’t you?” He ground his cock into her hand.

  “What, you forgot to put ‘no sassing’ in the contract? Tsk, tsk.”

  He laughed. “I guess I just wasn’t thinking.” He unfastened the front opening of her shirt and pulled it off over her head.

  She was standing there half-naked, while he was still dressed. But then his big, warm hands cupped her breasts and all thoughts left her head. He circled each nipple with a thumb, and then rhythmically tugged both of them. His hands could have been on her clit instead, the reaction so strong and so immediate. Her pussy swelled and creamed, and when he moved one of his hands down to cup her mound, having his hand there was an intense relief. But it wasn’t enough. She wanted more, harder, and rubbed herself against him.

  “Uh, uh. None of that. New rule – no coming until I tell you.”

  She scowled. “What? I thought the whole point was to make me come.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “I’m deciding what the goal is, and my rule is that you can’t come. Until I give you permission.”

  She crossed her arms and glared at him.

  He nodded. “I was afraid of this. You’re such a prickly little thing.” He sighed, dramatically, and pulled her pants off in one swift movement, leaving her entirely naked. Then he picked her up and tossed her on the bed.

  “Hey, buster. How about a little respect here?”

  He rummaged in the drawer next to the bed and pulled out some black, stretchy bands. He kneeled on the bed next to her, and, moving so quickly she could hardly see it, she felt her arms pulled straight and her wrists being fastened to the corners of the bed.

  “Hey! What are you doing?” She thrashed and kicked with her feet, and actually landed a kick on his thigh, but he hardly seemed to notice.

  “I’ve decided that a little bondage would be just the thing.”

  “You’ve decided?”

  “What part of ‘you’re my sex toy’ didn’t you understand?” He grasped her ankle and fastened it, too, though more loosely than her wrists.

  When all four limbs were fastened, and she lay heaving and panting on the bed, glaring at him, he stood back and admired his work while he stripped off h
is own clothes. She was suddenly aware that she was completely exposed to him, and could do nothing at all to cover up or turn away. Oddly enough, the thought caused her whole body to flush, and her pussy to swell even more.

  “Very nice,” he murmured, his gaze running over her body. “And you like it, too. I thought you would.”

  “Oooh, you just wait. I’ll…I’ll…get even.”

  “So what are you going to do? Tie me up and suck my cock?” He raised an insolent eyebrow. “I could live with that.”

  She just narrowed her eyes and firmed her lips.

  “Very pretty,” he said, stroking her labia with one finger, his touch tantalizingly light. “Really wet.” He slowly inserted his finger. “And hot.”

  She breathed in sharply, and couldn’t help thrusting her hips up to increase the pressure.

  “Tsk, tsk. If you keep that up, I’ll have to punish you. A good spanking might be just the thing for a sassy little sex toy.”

  An image of herself laid over his lap, his hand swatting her bottom, flashed through her mind, and she could feel the heat building where his hand touched her.

  “Well, well.” She could hear the teasing note in his voice – again. “Looks like I may have to spank you anyway, just on general principle.”

  She made an effort to speak without gasping. “And just what general principle would that be?”

  “Oh, you know, the principle of having fun.” He pulled his hand away, and moved onto the bed, the heavy weight of his firmly muscled body pressing her into the mattress, the hair on his chest abrading her sensitized nipples.

  “Uh, fun…” She was having a hard time keeping track of the conversation. What had they been talking about? Because the thick ridge of his erection was pressing against her clit and her body was too happy about that to…remember…

  His mouth covered hers, his tongue thrusting inside. She moved to wrap her arms around him, and couldn’t because of the bonds. So she just relaxed and concentrated on the sensations flooding through her body.

  She slipped her tongue into his mouth, into the soft, wet, tasty cavern. Her tongue dueled with his, arousing her to new sensitivity. She squirmed against him, trying to press her body against his at every possible spot.

  His lips moved from her mouth down her cheek to the soft, thin skin of her neck. She closed her eyes and rolled back her head to give him easier access. He nibbled his way down to her nipples, swirling his tongue around one while he tugged and twisted the other one.

  Moaning, she twisted and rotated her pelvis, trying to relieve the building need, the throbbing pressure in her pussy, but his body wasn’t close enough where it counted. Sliding down her body while his fingers continued to tweak and torment her nipples, he fluttered the shaft of her clit with his tongue. Hot cream flowed out of her, her labia swelled, and pleasure pulsed through her. Just when she was sure she was ready to come, he backed off.

  She opened her eyes to look down her body to where he was resting his head on his hands, looking up at her. “What? Why’d you stop?”

  “You were getting close to coming. Remember the rule? No coming?”

  “You’re not serious.”

  “I certainly am serious.” He shook his head, making his tight dark curls bounce. “Aren’t I always serious?”

  “No. You’re almost never serious.” She really wanted to cross her arms and glare at him, but she was still tied down, so she had to be satisfied with a simple glare.

  “Hmm. You might be right about that.” He tapped his mouth with a finger, then held it to his nose and, closing his eyes, breathed deeply. “Ah. Essence of Jolie. How nice.”

  “So, are you going to untie me?”

  He looked surprised. “Untie you? Certainly not. I’m not at all done with you.”

  “What, you’re just going to torment me for hours and not let me come?”

  He nodded. “Yes, that’s about it. Except that if you’re very good, I might let you come at the end. Maybe.”

  “Oh, goddess. What did I do to deserve this?”

  He smiled. “I know the answer to that one. You liberated a horny cyborg.” He moved around the bed to the side, picked up the box sitting on the table, and sat down at her side. He took something out and put it on the finger of his left hand, and then emptied the remaining contents into his palm.

  She craned her head to the side trying to see, but wasn’t close enough. “What’s that?”

  “Nipple rings.” He tugged on one of her nipples, and then stretched a small band around it.

  She frowned down at her nipple. “What does it do?”

  “Stimulates the nipples in response to the control ring.” He held up his hand to show her a ring on his first finger.

  “Uh, I think my nipples are sensitive enough. That shouldn’t be necessary.”

  “But I only have two hands,” he said patiently. “I can’t touch all of your erogenous zones at the same time.” He fastened a ring on the other nipple.

  The rings fit snugly, making her more aware of her nipples, like a gentle finger pinch. Then he turned the control ring. They tightened and tingled and she almost arched off the bed. Thorgan twisted the ring again, and she slumped back on the bed, breathing hard.

  “Yes, I think that should do it,” he said cheerily. And settled down to stimulate her in a methodical fashion.

  He teased and tormented and stimulated every erogenous zone, including some that she didn’t even know she had. His fingers stroked and pumped and thrust, his tongue fluttered and laved and licked, and the nipple rings just kept on going.

  A while later Jolie was almost swearing, she was so overstimulated and oversensitive. “Stop it. Just stop it. Let me out of here.”

  “I think I’m almost done here.” He licked her clit again, while his fingers pumped inside her.

  Once again, she could feel things tightening, her body purring as arousal steamed through her. They had already gone through this routine three times, and she had no expectation that this time would be any different.

  But it was.

  He pulled out his fingers, repositioned himself, and slowly worked his broad shaft into her sheath. Her sex clenched around the massive intrusion, sopping wet and overstimulated. The infernal nipple rings were tingling and tightening away, and his fingers were still on her clit. Finally, he was all the way in. Jolie’s vision was going black as the blazing ecstasy spiraled up her spine.

  He pulled back and pounded forward. Then again. The next time he withdrew, he said, “Come. Now.” And drove deep in one thrust.

  Jolie came.

  Chapter Six

  When Jolie came back to consciousness from being lost in sensation and the aftermath of the explosive orgasm, she was cuddled up against Thorgan’s side, her right leg draped bonelessly over his.

  Affection and gratitude and liking for him expanded inside her, filling the empty corners of her heart, until she deliberately put a brake on it. They didn’t have a relationship. They were having sex. Just because he had done a better job, been more skillful and…and less selfish than her previous boyfriends, was no reason to start hoping for more.

  But even though she tried, she couldn’t keep herself from imagining. Imagining Thorgan declaring undying love for her. Imagining him refusing to even consider going out with other women because he only wanted Jolie. Imagining them settling down as a couple.

  After all, something good had to happen to her sooner or later, right? She couldn’t spend her entire life striking out, could she?

  Thorgan stirred beside her. “I figured I was better than those dickheads you must have had for boyfriends.”

  Oooh, talk about a bucket of cold water. Forget undying love. Forget the explosive orgasm. Their arrival back at Monnegan couldn’t come soon enough. She sat up, crossed her arms, and tried to think of something clever and cutting – yet truthful – to say. “It wasn’t bad,” she said dismissively.

  He put his hands behind his head and stretched out, the picture of
male arrogance. “Oh, it was a lot better than ‘not bad.’ It was the best sex you’ve ever had.” His eyes were twinkling, a smile lifting the corner of his mouth.

  She raised her eyebrows. “And how would you know that?”

  “It was the first time you’ve ever come with a man. I think that alone gets it the trophy.”

  “And you’re taking credit for the whole thing, are you?” She shrugged. “I suspect that the sex would be just as good with anybody who did what you did.”

  He laughed. “Girl, you are so full of it. The point is that nobody else did it.”

  She pounded her fist on his chest. “Of all the arrogant sons of –”

  “It’s sad.” He sighed. “Just because you can’t honestly disagree, you resort to physical abuse. Taking advantage –”

  “Taking advantage of you?”

  “-- of the fact that I can’t fight back. I’m too big and strong. I couldn’t fight with you.” He adopted an exaggerated expression of nobility.

  She narrowed her eyes and examined him carefully. “You are a piece of work. A real piece of work.”

  With one of those sudden cyborg-quick moves of his, he rolled her over so that she was underneath him again. His lips nibbled along her cheek until he reached her mouth, licking and tasting and sensuously exploring. She melted underneath him. Again.

  Unfortunately, a knock sounded at the door. “We’ve come to a decision. You can come out now.”

  The bottom of her stomach dropped. They might have decided to take her ship and med-unit and execute them both. Or sell them to the plectran mines.

  Thorgan seemed to know what she was thinking because he shook his head at her. “Don’t waste your emotions.”

  Minutes later, dry-showered, dressed, he released the lock on the door and they filed out of the room, Jolie’s heart thudding in her chest.

  The head of the smugglers, a short, broad man with a scar across his face, spoke very quickly in his heavily accented Standard. “We release you, since no benefit in keeping.” He frowned, his heavy eyebrows shading his eyes. “If you betray us, we find and kill you both. Believe that.”