Chapter Thirteen
Adam
She has been crying for hours. I have to harden my heart against the pathetic sound of her sobs. She does not like the cage.
Good.
It means I have found an effective means of confinement and punishment alike. She didn’t resist when I put her in there. She accepted her fate, but as soon as the door closed I heard her begin to whine, and then to cry.
I will not let her out until she has stopped fussing. She will learn that her freedom is dependent on my will. I am sure she will bristle at that once she stops crying, but I cannot have her free to experiment the way she just did with our sanctuary. She could have attracted any kind of attention. The government does not patrol physically in this area, but it does send drones to monitor the population and ensure that there is nothing taking place that could threaten the city proper. If she was seen…
My power is impressive, but it will not suffice against an armored detachment. If the government finds us, I will die and she will be taken. They will try to take me too, but I will never again be captive.
The irony, maybe even hypocrisy does not escape me. I keep her prisoner, because I cannot tolerate being prisoner. But her captivity is nothing like mine was. There was no hope given to me. I was experimented on ruthlessly. I was taken apart and put back together in dozen different ways. The part of me that is and always has been human was disregarded entirely. I was a non-entity.
She, on the other hand, is a spoiled little girl who will be getting a very long, very hard spanking very soon.
As the sound of her cries trails off, I get up to go and see her. Perhaps she has fallen asleep. It wouldn’t surprise me. She has been up a long time and she must be tired.
She’s not asleep. And she’s not entirely quiet either. Her cries have tapered off to something softer and sadder.
Lilly looks up at me with those big, wet eyes. I feel my cock twitch. Something about her misery arouses me. Probably a leftover trait from some recess of human history.
“Are you done?” I ask the question roughly.
She gives me a little nod and I see her bite her lower lip, as if trying to stop herself from making any more noise.
“Good.” I open the door. “Come here.”
She does not hesitate for a moment. She comes scurrying out of that cage like an eager little animal, and buries herself in my arms. For a moment, I think about pushing her away. She is in trouble. She has been a very bad girl. She is going to be punished.
But she holds on to me with so much need and desperation, her body curling and burying into mine with all the strength she has, I don’t have the heart to push her away. Instead, I pick her up and take her to the couch.
“I’m so sorry, Adam,” she sobs as we sit down.
I have prepared her punishment, but more than that, I have prepared to deal with the bumps and bruises she sustained above ground. None of them looked so serious they couldn’t be left for an hour or two but now I have her in my arms, I set about taking care of her properly.
There is dried blood on her shin from where she cut herself on something, there are grazes all over her legs and arms, the fabric of the clothing torn away probably by the various broken shards of knowledge left above.
She’s lucky she didn’t hurt herself much worse.
With my sad, sorry little human in my lap, I start to tend to her scrapes. I say nothing as she whimpers and babbles her apologies, which sound sincere enough, especially when she describes what she saw up there.
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Lilly
Adam is silent, but his touch is soft and even though I sense his displeasure, I am just so relieved to be back in his arms, I don’t even care that he’s not talking to me right now. Being held in the big sheltering embrace of his body is all I need.
He’s focused on cleaning the little scrapes and bruises, plucking out the splinters that worked their way into my skin. There’s not a part of me he doesn’t examine carefully, stripping away the shredded remnants of my clothing until I am naked in his lap.
“I really, really am sorry,” I say, trying to catch his eye as he puts the medical supplies to the side. “I won’t ever try to get out of here again. I promise. I see how stupid that is now. You don’t have to cage me.”
He pushes his hair out of his eyes and gives me a look that makes my hips squirm on his lap.
“You will be caged,” he says. “You will be leashed. You are mine and I will keep you.”
Now isn’t the time to argue, so I don’t. I sit there and I hope he takes mercy on me, and I hope whatever punishment an angry cyborg comes up with is something I can take.
“I will not lose you,” he says, running his fingers through my hair in a gentle caress that I lean into, so grateful for it. “You cannot be trusted. You are like an eager little puppy, getting into everything, creating trouble for the one who cares for her.”
His hands take hold of me by the arms and legs and he gently, but firmly, turns me over his lap. I lay still, obedient as I can as his palm smoothes over my bottom and then lands in a slap that is not as hard as it could be, not by a long way.
“Bad little girl,” he growls, spanking me with swift little stinging swats. I know this can’t be the whole punishment. He is warming me up, and I am grateful for it.
“I’m sorry,” I squeak. His palm is peppering my cheeks with light taps. Then it stops and I feel him pull one cheek away from the other. I hear the click of something opening, and then I feel a cool dab of gel against my bottom hole.
“Bad little girls get their anuses fucked,” he tells me, pushing a hard finger against that tight bud.
“I don’t want to be bad,” I gasp.
“You can be good right now by relaxing,” he says, pushing that finger harder still until the ring of muscle gives way and allows his digit to slide into that wet little hole, replete with lubricant. I can feel how desperately my ass grips his finger, and how easily he can take that hole of mine.
“Tell me what I’m going to do to you,” he prompts me. I know what the answer is, even though I don’t want to.
“You’re going to fuck me… there…”
“Say the word.”
“You’re going to fuck my ass.”
He’s pushing his finger in and out of my bottom, drawing lubricant back and forth, forcing my anus to relax for him.
“Why?”
“Because I disobeyed you, and I put myself… us both… in danger.”
“That’s right,” he says, making my bottom hole sting as he slips a second finger in. “Now say that all together.”
“You… you’re going to fuck my ass because I disobeyed you,” I whimper.
“I’m going to fuck your tight asshole because it’s mine,” he growls. “Just like the rest of you is mine. Mine to protect. Mine to have. You are not going anywhere, Lilly.”
The snarl of possession is so passionate I feel it to my core. The fingers inside me are demanding, almost rough as they twist and turn, and then pop free.
Adam picks me up, turns me around to sit facing him, my legs spread around his, his strong arms holding my ass above the hard girth of his lubricated cock. I am a wet, greasy mess as he rubs the head of his thick cock over the pussy I know he is not going to pleasure tonight, showing my little cunt that it can be punished by absence of cock too.
He holds me up, one hand splayed across my ass cheeks, the other on my chin, holding my head so I have to look at him as he lowers my poor virgin bottom onto the impossibly thick head of his cock.
I feel myself stretching wide, feel the stinging heat, the pain of being taken for the first time in such a brutally intimate way. My ring has to stretch to allow him in, much wider than before, and I let out a whimper of pain as he makes that happen. There is no choice. I must take him. I am being punished for my sins, and a cock in my bottom is the penance I will pay.
“It hurts,” I whimper.
“Good,” he rumbles back.
He makes me stay there, perched above his cock, my anus struggling to take the big intrusion. Slowly, I feel myself opening up. Then I start to slide down, just a little, guided by his big paw. He has me where he wants me. He has me where I need to be.
I know I deserve this. I was totally disobedient and now my bottom needs to be fucked.
It is very slow. With every deep breath, I relax a little more and his cock nudges a bit deeper inside me. My pussy is empty, but my clit is tingling as I am held there, impaled on his rod.
“Bad girl,” he chastises me again, pinching my left nipple. He keeps the pressure on, making me wail and wriggle, forcing another inch of cock into my ass before he lets go.
“Adam…” I whimper, my voice breathy. My pussy is leaking juices all over the shaft of him, aiding in my punishment. He keeps letting me slide down just a little at a time. He is drawing this out, making me feel every inch of his cock as my bottom and body surrender to him.
I am sorry for what I have done, but the deeper his cock sinks, the better it feels. My muscle starts to relax and let him in more easily, my body surrendering to his desire without resistance. The more I submit, the less it hurts and soon I am sliding up and down the thick rod of his cock, propelled by his hands as he works me up and down.
“Don’t ever do anything like that again,” he growls in my ear, pulling me down hard so his cock is as deep inside my ass as it can get. His hands slide my thighs further open and hook my knees over his, so my legs are lewdly wide.
I feel the flats of his fingers rub up and down my exposed pussy for a moment, and then land a swift slap. The sudden sting in that oh so sensitive spot makes me squeak and wriggle, my ass clenching against his cock as he wraps one arm around my waist, holding me in place. He starts to spank my pussy with swift, crisp swats, his hand finding my cunt over and over again with punitive strokes that catch my lips and my clit and my entrance all together.
“I’m sorry!” I gasp and moan the apology, but he doesn’t want to hear it. Right now he wants to fuck my ass and spank my pussy and he is doing both, his powerful muscular body holding mine captive as his cock thrusts into my bottom with rough strokes and his hand catches my slit over and over again with slaps that are stinging more with every stroke.
“Adam! I’m sorry!” I start to scream the apology, my pussy clenching against nothing at all. He whips my cunt with his fingers a few more times, and then those same fingers find my clit and start rubbing that punished little bud nice and hard.
My apologies are swiftly replaced with cries of rough pleasure as heat flashes through my body. He has me on the verge of climax with his cock up my ass, bouncing me on his thick member over and over, rubbing my sore pussy and then spanking it again.
I am wet and I am sore and I am going to come with this vicious cyborg fucking my ass, pulling me down on that rock-hard shaft over and over, using every inch of me. This is my punishment. This is my reward. This is everything I have earned and everything I deserve.
Adam’s fingers curl and push up inside my pussy, invading the tight hole he has just spanked. He fingers me hard and fast, strumming my wet sloppy sex. I can feel him pulsing in my ass and I know he is going to come in there. I am going to take his seed in my ass, and my disobedient pussy is going to get nothing.
“You bad girl,” he growls, his teeth finding the back of my neck. He latches on, holds me still and I feel his hips thrust hard up against me, forcing his cock deep. He’s not going to give me a moment of quarter. He pulls his fingers out and spanks my pussy again as he comes inside me, filling my ravaged ass to the brim with grunting strokes before pulling out and letting that cum drip from my stretched hole.
I haven’t come yet. I don’t know if I will. All I know is that my bottom is never going to be the same, and right now I am like a well fucked puppet on his fingers, which have pushed back into my pussy. This is all I get. This is what I have to take my pleasure from, and though my ass is aching and my pussy is red and swollen from the spanking, I am going to come.
I grind against his hand until I find that sweet pitch of release, and then, having found it, I collapse back against him, my legs still pinned wide by his, my ass leaking cum onto his lap.
Adam slides a hand beneath my jaw and tips my head back up toward him. I see a softer look in his eyes, a forgiveness perhaps, or maybe just a respite from his disappointment and anger.
He drops a kiss on my forehead and murmurs the words I so desperately need to hear.
“Good girl.”