by T. J. Quinn
“No… it’s impermeable,” she replied, getting closer to him, seeking his warmth.
“I should have thought of this and ordered you to get a coat or something,” he said, in a self-deprecating tone.
“It would have been very suspicious,” she pointed out. “I just need a few more minutes, and I will be fine.”
“Yes… either way, we should spend the night here. The rendezvous place is still very far from here.”
“What about the tracking devices on my nipple rings? Isn’t it dangerous to stay here?” she said, tilting her head to look at him.
“I’ll take a look around as soon as you’re warm enough. I should be able to deactivate those things,” he said, firmly. “I’m sure the battle isn’t over, so they won’t be looking for anyone so soon.”
“I hope you’re right,” she sighed and laid her head on his chest.
They stayed there for a few minutes in silence, and she slowly warmed up.
“Why did you leave the room?” he asked her.
“There was a lot of yelling outside, so I went looking and saw a group of human soldiers gathering the women they were dragging out of the rooms, so I decided it was the moment I had been waiting,” she explained. “I would have reached you earlier if your friend hadn't grabbed me.”
“Actually, I’m happy he did. You gave him his best chance at escaping, and that’s priceless,” he said, in a grave tone.
“He’d better have escaped, after putting me through all that,” she said, scowling. “I had never cut anyone open,” she added, shuddering.
He chuckled and hugged her tighter. “Thanks to you, I’m sure he did.” He kissed the top of her head. “Are you feeling better?”
“Yes, much better. I can feel my toes again,” she replied, with a scowl.
“Good. Then I’ll go out again to see if I can find something for us to eat,” he said, moving her from over him.
“Are you sure it’s a good idea?” she asked, not sure she wanted to be alone in the cave.”
“We need to eat. If this storm continues, it will take us longer to get to the rendezvous point. We’ll need food,” he reminded her.
“Yes, I guess you’re right, just don’t be long, please,” she asked, bracing herself.
“I won’t, I promise,” he assured her before he left the cave once more.
Chapter Seventeen
Outside, Khajal scanned the woods around them, trying to sense other people nearby or any dangerous animal. Other than the raging wind and the falling snow, there wasn’t anything. He would have to get away from the cave if he wanted to find prey.
Probably, because of the storm, it took him longer than he expected to find a deer wandering through the woods. He hunted it down and returned to the cave carrying the beast, hoping he had all his gear with him, but he would have to do his best with the hunting knife he had.
Back in the cave, he found Savannah pacing the place, with a deep frown.
“I was starting to worry,” she grumbled.
“The storm drove the animals away,” he replied, dropping the deer on the ground, near the entrance to the cave, before he started to skin it and cut it into smaller pieces. Soon he had the meat on the fire, and he had gotten rid of all the mess.
“You work like an expert. Is this part of your training?” she asked him, curious.
He chuckled. “No… but I had to fend for myself after I escaped the humans. I was up here in these mountains for a few days,” he explained.
“I would be totally lost. I had just come out of school when we were invaded, and I was immediately recruited to work in a uniforms’ factory. My life was a succession of boring days, between work and home,” she said, with a scowl.
“What about your family?”
“I only had my parents. They died in a car accident when I was eighteen,” she explained.
“That must have been hard for you,” he said, as he took a seat next to her.
“Yes, it was,” she shrugged. “But, it’s life,” she tilted her head to look at him. “I guess you don’t have parents, right?”
“I suppose I have biological parents, but I was engendered on a lab,” he explained.
“But, they used women to incubate the cyborgs?” she asked, curious.
“No, the pregnancy was too straining for the women, due to our fast development and the few women they used in the beginning, died. They had to come up with a very sophisticated incubator that simulates the womb.”
“How fast?” she asked, intrigued. She didn’t know much about the cyborgs, and that probably was part of the governments’ propaganda plans. They didn’t want people to know much about them.
“Three months. Our improved DNA along with all the mutations they induce in each embryo, make the fetus to develop three times faster than a normal one,” he explained. “We also grow up a lot faster than a human being.”
“I had no idea about that,” she said with a frown.
“That’s because it wouldn’t look good to send six years old cyborgs out to fight the war,” he said, with a scornful scowl.
“You’re six years old?” she repeated astonished.
“Ten, actually, I’ve been fighting for four years now.”
“God… that feels so wrong.”
“We mature as fast as we grow up,” he assured her, as he checked the meat roasting over the fire.
“I’m sure of that, but still… you barely have lived,” she protested.
“Yes… but remember they make a huge effort to present us as machines other than humans, so… to wait six years to use a machine you’ve built for war is too much time,” he pointed out oozing sarcasm.
“That’s why I hate politicians. Things are never clear when they are involved,” she grumbled.
“Yes, you have a point there. But I guess that’s an evil of all societies. You start to use the welfare of the community to justify acts what otherwise would have no justification,” he stated.
“Yeah… the greater good, they call it,” she retorted.
He pulled a stick with meat from the fire, and after cutting a piece of it, he offered it to her. “Try it.”
It tasted like ambrosia, and she ate as much as she could. She wasn’t sure if they could take the rest of the meat with them. They had no bags or backpacks with them, so she decided to eat well since she didn’t know when they might be able to eat again.
When they were done, Khajal put the rest of the food away, using some branches he had brought into the cave to cover it.
“God… I need a bath,” she grumbled, after using a bit of snow to wash her hands as best as she could.
“I know the feeling,” he grumbled. “Now, let’s get a look at those nipple rings,” he said, guiding her back inside the cave making her kneel in front of him, as he sat down, he opened her jumpsuit and cupped her breasts. “The best thing would be to take them out, but I don’t think we could cut the metal and cutting you is out of the question for now.”
“Out of the question, period,” she stated. “I’m not having my nipples cut open.”
“Then we’ll have to deactivate these things.”
He scanned the tiny devices, moving them through her nipple to make sure he scanned the whole ring and after he had scanned both rings, he spent a few seconds analyzing the information.
“They can be deactivated, but I’m afraid I don’t have the tools for it here,” he concluded, with a frustrated sigh.
“Then I should leave. My presence here endangers you,” she said, in a firm tone.
“No, of course, not. We’ll find a way to avoid any unpleasant surprises while we’re here.”
She didn’t understand his insistence on keeping her around. It wasn’t as if he would take her with him to wherever he was going. He was just postponing something bound to happen.
But before she could utter a word, he had leaned forward and taken one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking and nibbling it, erasing any coherent thought of her mind. All she could thi
nk of was the warmness of his mouth and the fire of their passion being reignited so easily.
She moaned while he played with both her breasts using his hands and mouth alternating them in a maddening game that soon had her panting and shuddering with sheer need.
“Please…” she moaned, when he bit her a little harder than he used to, jolts of pain mixing with the pleasure rushing through her, creating an inebriant cocktail of emotions.
He pulled her jumpsuit from her body and after releasing his hard cock from his suit, he made her straddle him, capturing his hard cock between their bodies.
Tracing a trail of tiny kisses, he went up to her face and claimed her mouth in a breathtaking kiss of her full lips.
She rubbed her body against his, stroking his hard cock in the process, loving the way he growled the pleasure she was giving him.
But he didn’t allow her to continue much further. A few moments later, he had picked her up by her buttocks and pulled her up until he had his cock pressing her entrance.
She gasped, and he impaled her on his cock, all the way in, in a single thrust, ripping a loud moan from her lips.
“You’re mine,” he growled, before he nuzzled her, looking for that vulnerable spot where her neck joined her shoulder.
“Yes… oh yes…” she cried out as he bit her hard, marking her with his teeth. It was something so basic, so primal, it sent a rush of pleasure through her, making her whole body tremble.
With his powerful hands on her hips, he helped her ride him, making her go faster and deeper with each thrust, while she wrapped her arms around his neck to get him as close as possible.
Going up and down on his shaft, he drew her into the world of pleasure they conjured each time they were together. When he started to kiss and nibble her nipples while she was riding him, adding the usual tickling sensation to their erotic union, she simply exploded, allowing the wild waves of her orgasm to wash over her. Her whole body convulsed, the walls of her pussy started clenching around him, and that was all it took for him to come as well, gushing his essence deep inside her, adding more tickles and making her come even harder.
When the waves finally subsided, she collapsed on his chest, panting and still shuddering.
He lifted her face a bit and claimed another kiss from her lips before he traced a wet path down to her earlobe, kissing and nibbling it a few times.
“We better get some rest. We’ll have a long walk tomorrow,” he said after a while, pulling out of her.
He allowed her to put on her clothes before he made her lie next to him, with her head on his chest.
The rocky ground was a lousy bed, but at least they were warm and under a cover.
Chapter Eighteen
When the morning light penetrated the cave the following morning, Savannah was alone. The fire was still burning, and there was some more meat being roasted on it.
Feeling tired and stiff, Savannah got up and went looking for Khajal. He wasn’t anywhere around. She took the opportunity to take care of her physiological needs and wash herself as best she could with the snow.
He still wasn’t back when she returned to the cave, and for a moment she considered escaping from him. After all, he still considered her a slave, some toy he had for his entertainment, and one he would toss aside when the time came.
But the truth was she didn’t have anything to go back to. Her life was meaningless and empty. In his arms, she could forget it for a while and feel the pleasure and the happiness she had always dreamed of.
Perhaps, that made her pathetic excuse for a woman, but she didn’t care. She had never felt so good as since she had met him. She decided to enjoy her time with him however long it might last. She would deal with the consequences when she had to.
As if to confirm her decision, Khajal entered the cave, looking as magnificent as always.
“Good morning. I hope you’ve gotten some rest,” he said, with a scowl.
“Some, yes.”
“Get something to eat. We need to leave as soon as possible. So far, I can’t sense anyone around this area, but I don’t want to take any chances.”
She nodded, and a few minutes later they were leaving the cave. Fortunately, the storm was over, and they could go much further than the day before.
Like the day before, Khajal looked for a cave, but this time, he couldn’t find one big enough for them. Though it wasn’t snowing, the temperature had dropped a lot, and he could tell Savannah was freezing.
“We need to go on a little further. There’s no place around here where we can spend the night,” he told her, with a concerned expression. “I want you to climb on my back so that I can go faster. We need to get to a safe place as soon as possible. I’m not affected by extreme temperatures, but you are,” he added sternly.
“But…”
“No protests, I don’t have time for this,” he grumbled, kneeling in front of her. “Just climb on.”
Sighing she did as he told her and a few moments later he was walking through the woods at a fast pace she wouldn’t have been able to follow. A couple of hours later, he found a small cave, not as deep as the one they had stayed in, the night before, but enough for them to spend a warm night.
He made a fire and they ate the rest of the meat of the deer he had hunted the day before. He had improvised a bag with branches and leaves to carry what they hadn’t consumed the night before.
“Do you think we’ll be able to get to the meeting place tomorrow?” she asked cuddling against him.
“Yes, I’m sure we will. I have no idea what we’ll find there, but it should be a place where we can wait for them to come,” he said, in a hopeful tone.
“Where are they taking you?” she asked him, intrigued.
“The first cyborgs to escape here hiding out here on Earth at first, but they had to be constantly on the run,” he told her. “After a while, they were able to appropriate a Taucet vessel, and they used it to leave this planet. They managed to find a planet quite like this one, and they have established their home there,” he added.
“How many of you have managed to escape?” she asked astonished.
“Around two hundred thousand.”
She gasped, surprised. She didn’t even know there were so many of them. “How many cyborgs are there?” she asked.
“I don’t have the latest numbers, but last time I checked there were around five million around the world.”
“That many? I had no idea,” she replied, with a slight frown.
“Yes, most people don’t know how many of us are out there. They want to replace human soldiers with cyborgs, because we are stronger, self-healing, and we live longer,” he explained, scowling.
“And they don’t have to give the world explanations when you’re slaughtered in a battlefield,” she pointed out, furious.
“Exactly, you got the point.” He kissed the top of her head.
That night, they were too tired for anything else and soon they were both sleeping.
As he predicted, they arrived at the marked coordinates the following dusk. To their surprise, the place was a small abandoned village with a few houses still standing. It was obvious no one had lived there for ages, which made it a perfect hideout for them.
“Let’s find a place for us before I go out to find some food,” he said, looking around.
“Maybe there’s food here. Why don’t we check first?” she suggested, scowling at the idea of eating more meat. After two days of that, she was eager for something else.
“That’s a good idea, but if we don’t find anything, we’ll go to sleep with nothing in our stomachs,” he warned her.
“I know, but I really don’t want more meat. There has to be something here,” she replied, hopeful.
“Very well. Let’s go take a look.”
They searched the few buildings still standing, and one of them was a surprise for them. Unlike the others, the place was a lot cleaner and looked as if someone had used it recently.
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nbsp; “Are you sure we’re alone here?” she asked him, a bit scared.
“Yes, I haven’t been able to sense any living being walking on two feet,” he replied, looking around carefully. He searched the whole place, and when he returned to where she was, there was relief on his face. “I know who was here.”
“You do?” she asked, puzzled.
“This must have been the hideout Jarcor used when he escaped,” he replied.
“Jarcor?”
“A friend who escaped a few months ago,” he explained. “And you were right, there are some cans of food here, probably left by him or the cyborgs that came to pick him up,” he added, with a naughty smile.
“Oh, thank god. Anything will taste delicious, I’m sure,” she said, with a wide smile.
“And the best thing is there is water in the pipes,” he added.
“Oh, yes… I’ll be able to take a bath,” she said as if he had given her the best news ever.
“It’s cold,” he warned her.
“I’ll warm it up,” she assured her, willing to do anything to feel clean again.
They settled in, and Khajal brought out the food he had found. There were some beans and soup, and Savannah relished on the meal, loving the change on the menu.
“Will you be able to send your friends a message?” she asked him when they were clearing the small table they used to eat.
Khajal had set up a small fire in the fireplace of the small room, and they were warm and cozy there.
“Not unless I find a transmitter. I’ll check this place thoroughly to make sure Jarcor didn’t leave one behind, but so far I haven’t seen anything,” he explained.
“Do you think it’s safe for us to stay here? We only have food for a couple of days,” she stated a bit worried.
“Yes, I’m aware of that. I’ll try to find food for us, maybe in the small town where you used to live.”
“That’s too far from here, and it would be too dangerous. People would call the army the minute they saw you,” she replied, worried.
“I don’t plan to be seen. But we’ll think about that when I’m sure there’s no way of calling the free cyborgs,” he appeased her.
