by T. J. Quinn
“Good morning, slave,” he greeted with a devious grin. “I have work for you.”
She scowled at his insistence of calling her slave. Although she wanted to protest about, she decided not to push her luck. He had no commitment to her. If she displeased him in any way, he would merely get rid of her and get a new slave.
For now, she preferred to be there with him than to be enslaved by one of the Taucets.
“What kind of work, sir?”
“To please me,” he said, leaning down and grazing his lips over hers.
She looked at him, surprised. It was the first time he kissed her. It was quite arousing, and she wrapped her arms around his neck inviting him to deepen the kiss.
He didn’t make her wait. He kissed her again, and this time, he slid his tongue into her mouth, delving every single inch of it, and playing with her tongue, until they were both breathless. His tongue felt hot, and she felt the same ticklish feeling she had felt with his cum. She guessed it had something to do with him being a cyborg, but whatever it was, it felt amazing.
He slowly released her lips, pulling her lower lip in the process and slightly biting it before he let it go.
She moaned and pulled him closer, but this time he dedicated his attention to her cheeks and ears, spreading kisses combined with nibbles and licks over her flesh. His tongue drew a trail of fire on her skin, and she arched her back to feel him all over her.
He chuckled and pressed himself on her, making her feel the full extension of his hard cock pressed against her thigh.
“Do you want me, slave?” he whispered in her ear, before his lips went down her neck and over her chest, right to her breasts.
She let her loud moan to be the answer he needed, and he chuckled once more. His laugh was surprising. It was unlike him to chuckle that way. She was delighted.
His lips captured one of her hard nipples and started playing with, interspersing kisses with nibbles, and licks with sucks, taking her arousal to levels it had never reached.
Again, the ticklish feeling of his tongue added more to the whole experience. She whimpered pulling his head closer to her, as she buried her fingers in his silky, short hair. He moved to the other nipple and repeated the process, while she could still feel the ticklish sensation on the first nipple.
“Oh… please…” she moaned, tilting her head back, in sheer ecstasy.
Rolling down her belly, he took his mouth to her pussy and quickly found her clit, playing with it for a few maddening moments before he slid a couple of fingers inside her.
She gasped and rocked her hips to meet his touch, and he started to push them in and out of her, combining the thrusts with the sucks and nibbles at her clit.
When she was about to fly over the edge, he stopped, and quickly replaced his fingers with his cock, taking all the way inside her, ripping a loud sob from her lips.
She didn’t need anything else to bring the waves of a strong orgasm crashing over her.
But she was still shuddering from that orgasm when his thrusts dragged her back to the path to yet another one.
Feeling him inside her was intensely pleasurable. She could feel her walls clenching hard around him as he went deeper and deeper inside her, so when he came, she didn’t have any trouble coming with him. They flew over the edge and dove into the hot waters of passion and bliss, swirling endlessly. The tickling sensation inside her felt stronger than ever, enhancing her pleasure, making it better than anything she had ever experienced.
Collapsing over her, he kissed her for a moment, before he slid out of her. Jumping out of bed, he picked her in his powerful arms and took her to the bathroom for a shower.
He ordered breakfast, and when they were finishing their food, he looked at her with a slight frown.
“I believe the Taucets will attack your village today,” he whispered to her.
Startled, she looked at him. “Why do you think that?” her voice was so low he would have had trouble hearing it if it wasn’t for his perfected hearing.
“Anion invited me to join him and his friends in what he called a trip out of the colony.” This part was said out loud.
“And you’ll join them?” she asked, flustered.
“I have to. Otherwise, they will get suspicious, and that wouldn’t be good for any of us,” he went back to whispering.
“But…”
He shook his head, with a stern expression. “I know you get bored in here all day, but I don’t want you out of these quarters, understood?”
“Yes, sir,” she accepted, struggling to keep her tears from falling.
“If our message went through, I’ll be able to contact my friends and send them vital information so that they can escape as I did,” he whispered again. “If it didn’t I might keep the killings to a minimum,” he tried to comfort her.
She nodded and finished eating, though suddenly food felt like sand in her mouth.
“Behave in my absence,” he warned her as he got up.
“Yes, sir. Please, take care.”
He looked at her with a strange look on his face, as if surprised by her words.
“We’re hard to kill,” he assured her.
Acting on an impulse, she got up and hugged him tightly. For a few moments he just stood there, in her arms, as if he didn’t know what to do, but then he hugged her back.
“If you meet with the free cyborgs… will you join them?” She asked, murmuring, worried about the possibility.
“I won’t… not for now, so don’t worry about that,” he replied, lifting her chin and claiming a passionate kiss from her lips. “I’ll see you later.”
With those words, he left the room and Savannah looked around, trying to decide how she was going to spend the rest of the day, all alone.
Chapter Eleven
Khajal went looking for Anion. He wasn’t looking forward the day’s mission, but he knew not going would only raise the Taucets’ suspicions about his true feelings about the humans. On the departure deck, he found over a dozen of small battleships with at least six men per ship. The small town wouldn’t stand a chance on its own, and once more he prayed his message had gone through to his friends.
Anion welcomed him into his group and quickly introduced him to the ones flying out with him.
“We’ve built this armor for you since yours was destroyed in your last battle.” The blue man said with his usual greasy smile. “I’m sure you’ll find it much better than the ones humans build. It’s lighter and a lot more resistant than theirs.”
“Thank you,” he put it on and had to admit it felt much better than the heavy armors he had used almost his whole life.
“Let’s get going.”
The warriors boarded the ships, and they took off. The journey wasn’t as long as he had expected, and to his surprise, the ships landed on the top of a mountain.
“What are we doing here?” He asked Anion, with a deep frown.
“We’re attacking a small village not far from here.” the other man explained as he handed Khajal a weapon.
“Wouldn’t it be easier an air attack?” he asked, puzzled.
“Yes, it would, but we would have too many casualties. There aren’t many militaries around here, so, we want to capture as many humans as possible,” he replied with a cruel grin on his lips. “Once we’ve taken the militaries guarding the place, we’ll set our weapons to stun, and not to kill.”
“I see.”
“Let’s go then.”
They walked away from the clearing, heading to the small village.
Unlike what Khajal had been hoping, he couldn’t find any sign of other cyborgs in the area. He kept sending them messages, but they didn’t seem to be within range.
When they finally arrived at the village, it was a kid’s game to take control of the place. They surrounded the place and charged towards it, in a simple but effective attack. Other than a couple of soldiers killed, they subdued the population without bloodshed.
The slaves w
ere flown out of town, and Khajal had to make a huge effort to stay away and not intervene. Though, he was stronger than any Taucet he wouldn’t be able to beat a small army of them. Things hadn't gone as he expected and he was furious and frustrated, that he was unable to protect all those people.
Soon, the Taucets had the whole adult population gathered at Main Street. The few children there were taken to the mayor’s house and locked up in a room.
“Do you plan to leave them here, locked up?” Khajal asked, startled.
“We have no use for children and they will be rescued soon enough.” Anion assured him as he counted the slaves they had captured. “The men will be sent to another colony where they will be put to work in our weapons factories, and we’ll keep all the women,” he said, clearly pleased, as he called for two bigger vessels to come to pick up the new cargos.
Khajal still couldn’t understand why no one had come to protect those people. He was sure the other cyborgs understood the message he had sent, and though they had the right to hate the humans for enslaving them, he was sure they wouldn’t expose a whole town to being slaughtered if they could do something about it.
So, why weren’t they here? He took a walk around, trying to detect any sign of his friends but found none.
When the vessels carried out the new slaves, Anion told him it was time to go back to the colony. Reluctantly, Khajal nodded, still with a deep frown drawn on his forehead.
“This was a clean operation as we expected, Anion said, as they boarded the vessels and headed back to the colony.
“Yes… do you have enough room for all the females you’re bringing back?” Khajal asked curiously.
“We do, and if we didn’t, all we have to do was build a few more buildings. That only takes us a few hours,” the other man said, obviously proud of the colony and all it meant.
When they returned to the colony the sun was low on the horizon, barely visible behind the heavy, dark clouds that forecast storm for later.
Eager to see Savannah and talk to her, he excused himself right after he got rid of the body armor and the weapon, and went straight to his quarters.
She was there, sitting on the bed, lost in thoughts.
“Join me,” he barked at her on his way to the bathroom.
She jumped out of bed and followed him, worried with the look on his face. “What happened, sir?” she asked, in a low tone.
He was already naked and opening all the faucets on the shower stall, and the roar of the water was quite deafening.
“Take your clothes off, I want you now,” he snarled, signaling the shower stall.
Sure, he was in a nasty mood, Savannah didn’t hesitate in obeying him, and just a few seconds later they were both under the warm stream of water.
Leaning towards her, he whispered in her ear. “Like I suspected, they attacked the village.”
Startled, she looked at him, finally understanding his urgency to get in the shower stall. The roar of the water wouldn’t let anyone hear what they were saying.
“What happened? Were your friends there?” she asked, feeling as an iron fist clenched her heart.
“No, they weren’t and what surprised me the most was there were only a few soldiers there, about six of them. Was it that way when you lived there?” he asked her, his frown deeper than ever.
“No… of course not, there were at least two dozen of them, always patrolling the city and its surroundings,” she explained, astonished with the news.
“That’s what I thought. The Taucets were so full of themselves they didn’t find it weird or even suspicious,” he continued.
“So, you think humans took the soldiers out of the city? Why would they want to do that?” she asked, intrigued.
“I’m not sure but this whole thing smells fishy. My best guess is this whole thing was a trap.” He kissed her ear and nibbled it before sliding his lips into her mouth, making her gasp surprised. “They probably have cameras in here as well,” he whispered, when he returned to her ear, after having kissed her passionately, stealing her breath away.
His hands were now cupping her breasts and playing with her hard nipples, twisting her rings and pulling them.
“A trap?” she asked when she managed to think straight again. “What kind of a trap?”
“One that would lead humans here, to this colony and the one they send men to,” he replied, in a somber tone.
“That would be insane. They can’t attack the colony, there are too many humans imprisoned here,” she protested, looking really scared.
“I’ve learned pretty quickly, governments stop at very little when it comes to getting what they call the greater good,” he told her while playing with her ears and neck, making it hard for her to think.
“Are you saying they would sacrifice all of us, just to destroy the colony?” she asked, unwilling to believe what he was saying and yet it was the only thing that made sense. They could always tell people they had no idea there were humans at the colony. She had learned they were good at twisting the truth to their favor.
“Of course, they would, and you know that.”
She leaned her head against his strong chest and allowed herself to let out a small sob.
“They’ll be attacking us soon,” she stated.
He pulled her chin up and kissed her full lips until they were both breathless and aroused. Despite the somber situation they were in, the passion between them only needed a spark to be reignited to its full power.
“That would be my guess, yes,” he whispered over her lips, as he lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, with his hard cock nested between her wet folds.
“What can we do? Even if they manage to take down the Taucets without killing all the humans here, the minute they step outside the colony they will die,” she told him, nuzzling his neck.
“What do you mean?”
As naturally as she could, she tilted her head back, exposing the code bar on her neck. “That code will set off the alarms of the colony and subdue the slaves trying to resist until it kills them,” she explained.
“That’s just ink,” he pointed out.
“Apparently not, according to what I was told,” she explained as she ran her hands through his hair.
“We’ll have to take a closer look to that,” he promised before he lifted her a bit more to give him access to her hard nipples. His lips captured one of them, and he played with it for a few moments, interspersing kisses and nibbles before he went to the other one and started all over again.
Soon they only had thoughts for the passion rushing through their bodies and kiss after kiss, their arousal spiked to new heights.
In just a few moments, he had his cock going inside her, in swift motions, as she moaned out loud her pleasure.
Her walls stretched for him, and she felt so complete, the pleasure was overwhelming.
Thrust after thrust he took them over the crest and soon they were swept away by the powerful waves of the orgasm they had conjured together.
Their bodies trembled and panted as he poured his essence deep inside her, turning a perfect orgasm into a sublime one. His hot seed with its tickling effect always seemed to increase her pleasure in ways she had never felt before.
After they finished showering, they returned to the bedroom and Khajal ordered their food.
“Tell me about your day,” he asked when they took a seat at the table.
“Boring to death… there’s nothing to do here,” she told him with a scowl.
“I know you would have had a better time if I allowed you out of this room, but I don’t trust the Taucets. I’m sure they wouldn’t respect my possession over you, and they would try to get you, no matter what,” he explained in a lower, somber tone.
She nodded and knowing why he did it, made it somehow easier to endure.
After dinner, he took her to bed eager to take her again and again. If his suspicions were right, they were facing a battle that might kill them or in the best
scenario break them apart.
When they were almost asleep, she turned in his arms and asked, whispering in his ear.
“Do you think they would attack tonight?” there was so much fear in her tone, he hugged her tight.
“No, there was a storm forming when we got here. I’m sure that will slow them down, and they will need to scan the whole place before attacking it,” he explained, while he ran his fingers down her silky hair.
“That should give us a few more days, don’t you think?” she concluded.
“Yes, most likely,” he admitted with a stern expression. “Now, get some sleep. You need the rest,” he assured her.
The following morning, things were as usual at the colony. Khajal had been trying to contact his friends still enslaved by the humans to no avail.
“Why don’t we go for a walk? Perhaps, outside you’ll be able to circumvent the colony blocking system,” she suggested.
“It’s still snowing outside, it would look suspicious,” he pointed out, “but the minute the snow stops falling we’ll do just that if it’s not too dark.”
But the storm only got worse, and they couldn’t leave the building that day.
They went to bed feeling worried, though Khajal was sure the humans wouldn’t attack during a storm.
That night he made love to her in a lovely way, taking all the time in the world to explore her body and encouraged her to do the same to him. The lavished each other with caresses and kisses until their fiery passion took over and wave after wave of mind-blowing pleasure washed over them.
Chapter Twelve
The following morning, he woke her up very early. “The storm is over, so I want to go out for that walk,” he said as he asked her to get up. “If anyone asks what we are doing, I’ll say I need the exercise,” he added.
Savannah nodded and jumped out of bed, and just a few minutes later they were outside striding between the igloo structures for a while until they reached the exterior walls of the colony. They walked alongside it, while Khajal tried to pick up any sign of his cyborg's friends, without success.
