Rogue: A Dark Cyborg Romance

by Piper Stone

  Chris hissed. “Exactly. I refuse to put his life in danger for a damn machine.”

  “I won’t tell a soul. Swear.” At least not until I knew for certain what we were dealing with. I thought about my father’s work. Why not use more of a machine type android? Why turn the cyborgs into sexual beings? My head was beginning to ache trying to figure it out.

  He narrowed his eyes, shaking his head. “Uh-huh. I know you too well.”

  “Who am I going to tell? The captain won’t believe us.”

  “That is true.” He leaned closer, tapping his index finger on my nose. “What aren’t you telling me?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Don’t do the bullshit, Noire. It’s just you and me here.” His eyes held an authoritative look as he took another pull on his beer.

  “Have you ever heard of humans having interactive fantasies?”

  Spitting out the entire mouthful, he coughed several times before raking his arm across his mouth. “What? As in they seem real?”

  I shrugged, glancing around to make certain we weren’t being watched. “I know the technology is possible. Started out with gaming units over two decades before. Then it expanded to actual fantasy parks. You know what I’m talking about.”

  “Yeah, I know, but I don’t think it has anything to do with cyborg units. I’ve read the same shit you have. They’re supposed to be programmed for one thing and yes, I heard they can have sex, but that doesn’t mean some special program in that regard.” He sat back, laughing. “I can’t even believe we’re talking about this. They are machines, not sexual objects.”

  “Just go with me on this. Maybe there needs to be human programming to go along with these assassination attempts. What if they’re stimulated into whatever they are assigned to do by some kind of interactive situation? Like a comstall unit. What if their human side needed this to mesh with their cybernetic brain?” I could see the flash in his eyes.

  “Okay, I’m with you. I can only imagine how difficult it would be for a cyborg to have two brains, so to speak. What’s the point for a human, to have sex with them and die in the throes of passion?”

  “I don’t know. I’m just grasping at straws, I guess.” I shivered hearing his words. Maybe I was a test case by accident.

  “Don’t try so hard. We’re not allowed to know everything the cyborg facility is doing. We’re paid to stop the units when they go rogue. We have one hell of an intelligent cyborg who is far better educated and trained than any we’ve come across. We have to think this through logically. Partner.” Chris’ grin was back.

  “You’re right.” With Rogue’s visit, I had to believe he was playing me for some ulterior motive. It was my job to figure out what and nothing more. No sappy crap about hungering for him. No desire to help him. None of that shit. I had to think like a cop.

  We sat quietly for a few minutes.

  “Now what?” he finally asked.

  “Now, we keep looking. We have to try and figure out where he’d go and why. I just wish we knew who Rogue was originally supposed to protect. I think that might answer a lot of questions.”

  “No one is going to tell us that.”

  I swirled the liquid in my glass, wishing my father was still alive. He’d know what to do. “Yeah, I know. We just have to think of something.”

  “If I know you, you will. And that’s what I’m terrified of. You could land yourself in prison.”

  Even though he grinned, I heard his concern loud and clear.

  And as usual, he was right.

  “Just out of curiosity, when was that doctor killed?” A nagging thought remained. There was more to this story.

  Chris thought about the question. “The fifth. Why?”

  The fifth. The night I went to the club. The night of the dom, the one who had far too many of the same features as Rogue. What if the cyborg had been released for an entirely different purpose? “I just wanted to know.”

  * * *

  “Do you know what happens to very bad girls?”

  “Yes, sir.” His deep voice resonated across my skin, so sensual and dominating. I belonged to him, to this incredible cyborg. He was my master and lover. I was shackled to the bed, my arms and legs spread wide open and chained like the wicked girl I truly was. I didn’t struggle nor did I complain. I wanted this.

  His discipline.

  His ownership.

  His hard fucking.

  I couldn’t get enough of him and would do anything he asked, no matter how depraved. I should feel ashamed given the things he’d made me do, but I’d given that up long before. I was his to do with as he pleased. My clit was throbbing, aching to the point I was forced to take deep breaths. I wanted to beg him to fuck me, shoving his massive cock deep into my asshole. I didn’t care. I longed to have him whip me, driving me to the point of sheer madness.

  He dragged his fingers down the length of my spine, leaning over until he was able to breathe a swath of hot air across my skin. “Tell me to punish you. Tell me you require a hard whipping. Tell me how much you crave my cock.”

  I quivered from his touch, my longing increasing. I’d become his slut after being captured. A sharp smack of his hand reminded me to follow his command. “I do. I need a very hard spanking. Please whip me. Please make me a better girl, more obedient. I long to have your cock buried deep inside, just like a good slut.” Please fuck me. Please.

  “Yes, you can be very obedient when you want to be. However, you need more training.” He bent even lower, pressing his lips against my bottom as he sliced a single finger between the crack of my ass.

  I undulated, stretching in my effort to force him to thrust his finger into my ass.

  “My little whore is hungry tonight. Soon, my sweet. Soon.” He chuckled before he tapped my ass with something.

  The cane. He was going to use the cane tonight. I moaned into the bedding, anticipating the harsh strikes. I didn’t have to wait long. They came down hard and swift, one after the other. A wave of heat flashed across me, beads of perspiration immediately forming all across my face. But my body didn’t comprehend the pain, until he struck the smooth wood across my upper thighs. I jerked, struggling with my bindings, biting down on the comforter in an effort to keep from screaming. The burning pain was intense, shooting a series of electric bolts from the tips of my toes straight into my cunt.

  I was wet and hot, raging with burning desire. I couldn’t believe how incredible the anguish felt, shifting into the most incredible state of serene bliss.

  Rogue stopped, running his fingers across my bruised ass. “You like this. You crave the pain.”

  “Yes, sir. More than anything.” Every inch of my body was quivering, almost desperate with need.

  “Then you shall have more.” He began again, the whooshing sound floating in the air the split second before the implement was sliced across my naked ass like sweet music. I knew my ass would be covered in red stripes, just the way he liked.

  I was breathless, tears forming in my eyes as he peppered me with hard strikes, every one of them so calculated. He knew exactly what I needed. When he paused again, I gulped for air. There wasn’t a portion of my body that wasn’t quaking.

  Rogue dragged the pole down my back, running the edge along my legs to my feet then back up. “I have something special in mind for you tonight.”

  I felt something cold and metal being placed on the roundness of my ass then a light tugging, opening up my ass cheeks. My puckered hole was completely exposed, the metal biting into my skin. I twisted, trying to see what he was doing.

  “You have been particularly disobedient today, mouthing off as you normally do, but more so than normal. We will take care of that.” Rogue kept his tone soft and even, comforting in a way that was almost unsettling. “Then I’m going to fuck that asshole of yours, just like you crave.”

  The cane was brought down between my ass cheeks, directly on my asshole. This time, I let out a scream. Pain tore through me, magnified in a way I ha
dn’t anticipated. I sobbed uncontrollably as he repeated the move again. And again. But I could feel my pussy swelling even more.

  He jammed his fingers into my cunt, flexing them open as he pumped several times. “So wet for me as you always are.”

  “Yes... sir.”

  The feel of his fingers thrusting inside my asshole made me clench my muscles, grabbing his fingers. I panted and licked my dry lips as he finger-fucked me.

  He smacked my asshole again, swatting several times, then repeated the move with his fingers. A few seconds later, I felt the weight of his body on the bed just seconds before he tongued my asshole. Relief exploded through me, along with a climax. “Oh!”

  “Shit.” Jerking up, I panted as I tried to figure out what the hell was going on. I half expected to find Rogue in the room, hovering over me. After my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I could tell there was no presence. He wouldn’t come here again for fear of being caught, at least I hoped. I allowed my mind to think about the nights we’d shared, wishing I could at least talk to him. “Shit. You were dreaming. Nothing more. He’s not here.”

  I took a few seconds, catching my breath as I glanced around my room. This time, I’d had nothing more than a wet fantasy, but it was simply a delicious and unnerving reminder of Rogue’s two nightly visits.

  What I’d said to Chris I meant, even though something continued to gnaw at my gut. I couldn’t help but feel all three of us were pawns in some atrocious game.

  I was covered in sweat, the light nightgown I’d chosen to wear soaked. I took several deep breaths, images of the vivid dream crowding my mind. Everything had seemed so real. Great. Now, I couldn’t tell the difference in reality versus fantasy. Perfect. Next, I’d be dreaming about little green men. I yanked at my gown, fumbling to touch my bottom and finger my asshole. There were no welts or soreness. The spanking he’d given me had worn off.

  Groaning, I dropped my head into my hands, trying to control my heart. Jesus Christ, it was thumping wildly, pushing against my chest. I glanced at the screen. It was just after three-thirty in the morning. Every night I fantasized about Rogue, submitting to him in every fashion. Reality and fantasy had merged into something I could no longer control.

  Several beads of perspiration trickled down my face and straight to my lips as if scolding me for being a shameless slut. Because you are. This made no sense. I shifted and the way the soft cotton scraped against my nipples made me pull the gown away. They were rock hard and aching. Even my pussy was clenching, as if I’d had an orgasm during the dream.

  The longer the time went on, the more I believed he’d even been here for a reason. Was it possible that I could have been programmed, led to believe the experience had been real? Chris was the rational one and I knew I should listen to him, but was it plausible? Yes, the technology was certainly available, which left the unnerving notion that Rogue had planned his two visits.

  If only Rogue would have talked to me. Maybe he had no idea what was happening. This was the assumption I’d go under. Closing my eyes, the same images from the last night we’d shared entered my mind.

  My submission.

  My punishment.

  His amazing cock.

  His broad shoulders and dominating ways.

  Rogue was everything in a man and so much more, unlocking every cage in my mind.

  I scrambled to get out from under the covers, backing away from the bed. I had to calm myself down somehow. Sleep wasn’t going to cut it at this point. Maybe I’d gotten too close to this case. I was supposed to be dispassionate about cyborg units. Why had Rogue gotten under my skin?

  Sex. Discipline. Passion.

  Padding into the kitchen, I searched the refrigerator before deciding on whiskey. Yanking the bottle from the cabinet, my hands were still shaking as I tried to get a clean glass. I left the top open, pouring an almost full amount, taking several gulps before leaning against the edge of the counter.

  The case was simply going nowhere, and the captain was getting antsy. Hell, I was getting antsy. I had carefully done enough research to find out that Dr. Gregory Zicoff had been found in the early hours of the sixth in his bed, his neck broken. There’d been so sign of a break-in and nothing had been missing from his very secure home. There was only thing tying him to Rogue in any manner: the fact he’d gone on record condemning the new prototypes. A good number of people could have wanted the doctor dead.

  Then why was my skin crawling at the thought?

  Five full days had passed and there was no sign of the rogue unit, other than in my apartment. I laughed softly to myself. I’d had two opportunities to arrest the cyborg and I hadn’t. I just couldn’t but I’d ignored my job in exchange for delicious and shameful sex.

  And because you care.

  No, that wasn’t something I would buy. Sex was one thing, but he was just a creation, leftover parts and bits of human flesh. Stupid girl. Crazy girl. “Ugh.” The word seemed to echo and the truth was, I’d grown fond of Rogue in some ridiculous manner. We hadn’t carried out a full conversation, but he was so keenly aware of my needs and desires that I was thrown.

  Work. I had to think about work.

  Both Chris and I had searched every usual location as well as the dregs of society. Nothing. We’d even gone outside the limits of the city, forced to secure special permits in hopes of finding any leads. There’d been no sightings. There had also been no reports of killings or damage. He’d simply vanished into thin air.

  But I knew better.

  Given what he’d said, Rogue was biding his time to engage another portion of his plan, whatever that was. Every night I’d seen a figure standing outside my apartment. Every night that he hadn’t appeared more... lifelike, I’d fantasized about him, longing to find out more and the reasons I couldn’t get him out of my mind. The dreams were getting darker, the punishment harsh, even brutal. The worst part was that I craved going to bed, longing to see him again, to experience the sound of his belt whooshing in the air, the way his authoritative voice created a wave of flames deep inside of me. A moan escaped my mouth and I did everything I could to shove his image out of my mind.

  Chris and I had been given limited information, as I’d suspected, and the government was breathing down my captain’s neck. Everything about the case continued to nag at me, including the obvious deception by the cyborg facility. Why had they lied? I’d even scoured the various news sources, trying to find any leaked information. There’d been nothing that seemed out of the ordinary, including the fact there was zero press on the escape and building damage.

  They were certainly trying to keep this under wraps.

  In fact, there were continued reports and commercials regarding the new generation, creating pictures in people’s minds that these cyborgs would cure all their problems. Humans were so damn gullible.

  Moving to one of the visual displays, I powered up my notes again, scrolling through page after page. Rogue’s evaluations had all been excellent, his physical health spectacular. As far as his mental capabilities and the possibility that he’d truly intertwined his human brain with his high dollar cybernetic one? That I couldn’t answer, but I’d scoured every internet source and found that some facilities were using various programs on their new prototypes, increasing their intellect. They could certainly adapt the programs to be used in any manner. I’d made enough calls to have my captain warn me to keep my nose to the grindstone. And every time he’d called, he’d been skittish. That just wasn’t the captain.

  I rubbed my tired eyes, trying to piece together the puzzle. What would they want with a security unit? The assassin notion was the only one that fit. I could certainly think of dozens of kills that the government would like to perform, and cyborgs didn’t need to muscle their way into a situation. If the data was correct, they were far superior in intelligence to any brilliant human.

  What scattered details that we’d been given I’d scoured over night after night, trying to find any additional clues. I knew the ans
wer had something to do with the comstall unit, but one single call made to the facility and I’d been shut down. At this point, I didn’t want to give the doctors and scientists reasons to toss me off the case.

  Why? Fuck if I knew, except I had a feeling I was destined to see more of Rogue.

  Or be claimed by him.

  Forever.

  My pussy clenched, juice trickling into my already damp panties. I envisioned Rogue, especially the way he’d looked at me. He wanted to devour every inch of my body.

  I rocked in the chair, trying to rationalize everything I was thinking. One of the other things I remembered him saying, whether in a dream or an actual visit is that he would protect me, no matter what he had to do. What was Rogue processing and why was he worried?

  I thought about my father’s work. If only he was alive today, then maybe Rogue would be a different cyborg. I also laughed at the thought. Maybe at some point, I’d go over my father’s files, if for no other reason than old times’ sake. He’d been ahead of his time in his designs and testing. He’d had his own fights with the powers that be in his days.

  “I wish you were here to help me, Daddy. This was your baby.” I exhaled, taking another sip of my drink.

  You will be mine forever...

  I wasn’t certain if this was wishful thinking or something he’d implanted in my mind. Either way, Rogue would be hunted down like a vicious criminal if that came to pass.

  “Fuck.” Saying the word out loud didn’t make me feel any better. The guy, no, the machine was obviously getting to me. I knew enough from piecing things together to make what I believed to be an accurate picture, even though Chris thought I was nuts.

  Rogue was far too intelligent to allow us to capture him, which meant something drastic was needed. That’s what he wanted. How stupid was I? He wanted to see what I’d do to hunt him down. Just another game. Hmmm... I took several more sips until the liquor seemed to have a calming effect. The light of the moon drew my attention. What in the hell could I do differently?

  I’m coming for you...