A NOT work-safe excerpt
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valarltdOne of the sexier bits from HARD REBOOT
Kink, consent issues, no negotiation. You are warned
Caitlin jacked out, unmounted a portable drive from her base tower and then purged her entire hard drive. Naked as usual in the apartment, maintaining at least the appearance she was still a slave, for the benefit of the hidden LedaCorp cameras in the ceiling, she stretched and shook out her hair. Sean came closer and saw she wasn't sweating from this run. He snapped his fingers and she went to her knees.
"Report."
"That should begin the ball rolling. I am done and the initial action against EIT is visible, Master."
Sean knew his panic was showing. Direct confrontation was never his style. In fact, it terrified him. Now, Caitlin had put them on a collision course with the people who had nearly destroyed them. With people who could destroy the whole world if they chose. They all had nukes and bio weapons. They all had more power and more money than most governments. Worse, she had put them in conflict with the people whose paychecks kept them eating steadily and living indoors.
He knew she'd been at this for a while now. It was her personal redemption and vengeance. She'd needed it, and he'd been in favor of it when she started. Now that the dominoes were actually beginning to fall, it was hard not to have second thoughts.
"We're moving," he announced and headed for the bedroom to start packing. Running was all he could think of to do. It had saved his skin often enough in the past, but he wasn't sure he could run far or fast enough to get away now.
"No, Master, we aren't."
Sean stopped in his tracks and smiled. Caitlin had finally gotten enough back to contradict him, even as she still called him master. They continued so she wouldn't slip in front of people. He turned and went back to kiss her. "Why not, sweetheart? We'll take your running stuff and head somewhere warm that they don't know about."
She kept her voice very low, so as not to be overheard by any possible new bugs or any of the still active mics. "There is no place they don't know about. Technomancer and the Timberwolf can find anyone. Could you really cut off your brother completely? Besides, I have data Leda will want. That should level the playing field some." She held up the storage drive.
Sean hugged her hard. "Damn, I love you! Have I mentioned you're the smartest, most vicious woman I know?"
Caitlin squirmed out of his arms and taped the drive to the bottom of the kitchen table. She crawled back to the front room, and dropped the heavy flogger from the bedroom wall at his feet. "Please, Master. I need this. Don't stop until the Gemini are here. Believe me, after what I've been up to, they are coming."
"And how do you know this, girl?"
She kept her voice down and explained, her smile sly and self-satisfied. "Your slave may have been routinely hacking the LedaCorp motor pool, Master, this morning, to keep an eye on things. Their motor pool data has a fairly high level of protection, but Irishgirl slips through undetected, unlike a half dozen or so paparazzi trying daily to access the same node, nicely distracting Security for me. As usual I planted a key-logger program on their system to alert me if any vehicles are set to come within a mile of your apartment while I ran elsewhere today.
"Just as I pulled the key-logger, I saw one of their hoverlimos log a flight plan, with our address as its destination. Two VIP passengers, names not given. Two ground escort vehicles to rendezvous at destination coordinates. Projected ETA ninety minutes, give or take five to fifteen for traffic."
Sean kissed each of the pink, peaked nipples and then her mouth. "I do love you, girl." Sean kissed her left nipple again, hooked his tongue through the ring and tugged it lightly to hear her hiss in pleasure, and then pulled it into his mouth to suck.
Caitlin moaned softly at the touch of his mouth, her body's sensitivity betraying her as she got wet. "Tie me down, please, Master?"
He bit her, not hard, just a sharp nip. The orgasm crashed through her, making her spasm in his arms. "No," he said, shoving two fingers into her wet slit. "On your knees, slave, forehead to the floor, wrists over your head. Not tied." He pulled her clit ring, just a little harder than she liked, and she came again, screaming.
He knew all the best ways to send her into subspace and keep her there, until she would let him do anything he wanted. She would need to be deep tonight, he knew. She always did after hard runs and he hadn't given it to her after the last few. Now, the accumulated session time had reached critical need. Down she went.
She whimpered when he pulled his fingers away. He picked up the heavy flogger from where she had dropped it. Well-trained, she knelt on her red carpet swatch. Sean stepped on her crossed wrists with his left foot and licked the flogger across her back.
She didn't even whimper. He kept the first blows light and slow, just waking up her skin so she could feel everything that was to come. She held position for a while and then started lifting her hips to meet the blows.
"You need this so badly, little slut." Sean cracked the flogger hard, sending it thudding across her ass. Caitlin moaned for him and he felt himself getting hard. The year spent as her master had changed something in him, too. The sight of her, humbled and taking his blows aroused him. He couldn't wait to get her spread eagle on the bed.
He had to see her face, watch her struggle to hold her tears, and enjoy her pretty tits turning red under his flogger. "Turn over and spread your slut legs."
Caitlin obeyed instantly, rolling onto her back and spreading for him, the usual pink of her vulva a deep red, hot with arousal. Sean bent in and kissed it once with his mouth, and then five times with the flogger. He watched as she climaxed when the leather landed on her clitoris, jarring the ring.
Her twat, already red, now flared scarlet and Sean could resist no longer. "You make me want you so much, girl," he said, opening his fly and stroking his cock. She caught her breath at the sight of it and lifted her sore vulva to him, as if begging for it.
He rammed in with no other preparation, battering deep into her, grinding his hips against the hot, welted skin. She clutched around him, crying out her orgasm. He pinched one of her nipples that already stood hard and dark. She bucked under that touch and he held his breath.
It wouldn't do to come off like an eager kid, even if that was what Caitlin reduced him to every time. Not Caitlin, Sean reminded himself. Just Girl, his slave slut who needed to be pounded and fucked and used harder than the cheapest whore he could buy.
He held still, counting backward from a hundred, thinking of rat infested alleys, of motorcycle crashes, of the suspicion that his accident had been no accident at all. The last thought did it. The memory of pain and slime and burning garbage and burning flesh and metal washed over him like a flashback. He shut it down as fast as he could, managing not to wilt entirely. He was cooled down enough to fuck her for a long time now.
But she rode so tight and hot around his cock that Sean overestimated his stamina. He set a nice easy pace for a minute or two, speeding up as his need demanded until he slammed her over and over, listening to her cries of orgasm and wordless begging for more. His vision darkened a moment as he shot. He stayed where he was, catching his breath. Then he cast about for other ways to enjoy his slave.
Kink, consent issues, no negotiation. You are warned
Caitlin jacked out, unmounted a portable drive from her base tower and then purged her entire hard drive. Naked as usual in the apartment, maintaining at least the appearance she was still a slave, for the benefit of the hidden LedaCorp cameras in the ceiling, she stretched and shook out her hair. Sean came closer and saw she wasn't sweating from this run. He snapped his fingers and she went to her knees.
"Report."
"That should begin the ball rolling. I am done and the initial action against EIT is visible, Master."
Sean knew his panic was showing. Direct confrontation was never his style. In fact, it terrified him. Now, Caitlin had put them on a collision course with the people who had nearly destroyed them. With people who could destroy the whole world if they chose. They all had nukes and bio weapons. They all had more power and more money than most governments. Worse, she had put them in conflict with the people whose paychecks kept them eating steadily and living indoors.
He knew she'd been at this for a while now. It was her personal redemption and vengeance. She'd needed it, and he'd been in favor of it when she started. Now that the dominoes were actually beginning to fall, it was hard not to have second thoughts.
"We're moving," he announced and headed for the bedroom to start packing. Running was all he could think of to do. It had saved his skin often enough in the past, but he wasn't sure he could run far or fast enough to get away now.
"No, Master, we aren't."
Sean stopped in his tracks and smiled. Caitlin had finally gotten enough back to contradict him, even as she still called him master. They continued so she wouldn't slip in front of people. He turned and went back to kiss her. "Why not, sweetheart? We'll take your running stuff and head somewhere warm that they don't know about."
She kept her voice very low, so as not to be overheard by any possible new bugs or any of the still active mics. "There is no place they don't know about. Technomancer and the Timberwolf can find anyone. Could you really cut off your brother completely? Besides, I have data Leda will want. That should level the playing field some." She held up the storage drive.
Sean hugged her hard. "Damn, I love you! Have I mentioned you're the smartest, most vicious woman I know?"
Caitlin squirmed out of his arms and taped the drive to the bottom of the kitchen table. She crawled back to the front room, and dropped the heavy flogger from the bedroom wall at his feet. "Please, Master. I need this. Don't stop until the Gemini are here. Believe me, after what I've been up to, they are coming."
"And how do you know this, girl?"
She kept her voice down and explained, her smile sly and self-satisfied. "Your slave may have been routinely hacking the LedaCorp motor pool, Master, this morning, to keep an eye on things. Their motor pool data has a fairly high level of protection, but Irishgirl slips through undetected, unlike a half dozen or so paparazzi trying daily to access the same node, nicely distracting Security for me. As usual I planted a key-logger program on their system to alert me if any vehicles are set to come within a mile of your apartment while I ran elsewhere today.
"Just as I pulled the key-logger, I saw one of their hoverlimos log a flight plan, with our address as its destination. Two VIP passengers, names not given. Two ground escort vehicles to rendezvous at destination coordinates. Projected ETA ninety minutes, give or take five to fifteen for traffic."
Sean kissed each of the pink, peaked nipples and then her mouth. "I do love you, girl." Sean kissed her left nipple again, hooked his tongue through the ring and tugged it lightly to hear her hiss in pleasure, and then pulled it into his mouth to suck.
Caitlin moaned softly at the touch of his mouth, her body's sensitivity betraying her as she got wet. "Tie me down, please, Master?"
He bit her, not hard, just a sharp nip. The orgasm crashed through her, making her spasm in his arms. "No," he said, shoving two fingers into her wet slit. "On your knees, slave, forehead to the floor, wrists over your head. Not tied." He pulled her clit ring, just a little harder than she liked, and she came again, screaming.
He knew all the best ways to send her into subspace and keep her there, until she would let him do anything he wanted. She would need to be deep tonight, he knew. She always did after hard runs and he hadn't given it to her after the last few. Now, the accumulated session time had reached critical need. Down she went.
She whimpered when he pulled his fingers away. He picked up the heavy flogger from where she had dropped it. Well-trained, she knelt on her red carpet swatch. Sean stepped on her crossed wrists with his left foot and licked the flogger across her back.
She didn't even whimper. He kept the first blows light and slow, just waking up her skin so she could feel everything that was to come. She held position for a while and then started lifting her hips to meet the blows.
"You need this so badly, little slut." Sean cracked the flogger hard, sending it thudding across her ass. Caitlin moaned for him and he felt himself getting hard. The year spent as her master had changed something in him, too. The sight of her, humbled and taking his blows aroused him. He couldn't wait to get her spread eagle on the bed.
He had to see her face, watch her struggle to hold her tears, and enjoy her pretty tits turning red under his flogger. "Turn over and spread your slut legs."
Caitlin obeyed instantly, rolling onto her back and spreading for him, the usual pink of her vulva a deep red, hot with arousal. Sean bent in and kissed it once with his mouth, and then five times with the flogger. He watched as she climaxed when the leather landed on her clitoris, jarring the ring.
Her twat, already red, now flared scarlet and Sean could resist no longer. "You make me want you so much, girl," he said, opening his fly and stroking his cock. She caught her breath at the sight of it and lifted her sore vulva to him, as if begging for it.
He rammed in with no other preparation, battering deep into her, grinding his hips against the hot, welted skin. She clutched around him, crying out her orgasm. He pinched one of her nipples that already stood hard and dark. She bucked under that touch and he held his breath.
It wouldn't do to come off like an eager kid, even if that was what Caitlin reduced him to every time. Not Caitlin, Sean reminded himself. Just Girl, his slave slut who needed to be pounded and fucked and used harder than the cheapest whore he could buy.
He held still, counting backward from a hundred, thinking of rat infested alleys, of motorcycle crashes, of the suspicion that his accident had been no accident at all. The last thought did it. The memory of pain and slime and burning garbage and burning flesh and metal washed over him like a flashback. He shut it down as fast as he could, managing not to wilt entirely. He was cooled down enough to fuck her for a long time now.
But she rode so tight and hot around his cock that Sean overestimated his stamina. He set a nice easy pace for a minute or two, speeding up as his need demanded until he slammed her over and over, listening to her cries of orgasm and wordless begging for more. His vision darkened a moment as he shot. He stayed where he was, catching his breath. Then he cast about for other ways to enjoy his slave.
