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Adam

"I am not sure I understand you all." stated Venice weakly from her bounds. Her energy was obviously faded away slightly from all she had been forced to go through. In a way, it was actualy very sad to see someone like her forced into a situation like this. She had so much energy earlier, and perhaps it was still there deep inside of her.

Folding my arms over my chest, I think for a moment about what she had just mentioned. "To be honest with you, Venice, I'm not sure I understand me that much either. Ever since I've met you, things have been changing. Not just with my working relationship with Brodus and Vincent, but changing inside of me." That was the only thing I could say in responce to what she said. It was the only thing that I could think of saying.

There where so many questions going around my head at that time. The feel of her warm legs under my hands touch sent a new sensation through my body. Perhaps opening a better line of communication between us would help? "What exactly, don't you 'get' about me?" I asked her while taking a seat at her side.

Looking over her while keeping a hand on her warm leg, I feel myself get somewhat lost in her eyes. Her inner beauty had more then matched her outer beauty.
 
Venice.

I closed my eyes when he asked the last question. His hand on my thigh was comforting. I breathed slowly, the lack of sound putting me into a trance.

"Well, as much as I do understand about you is outweighed by what I don't." I opened my eyes and looked at him. His tall and broad physique would more than likely draw stares from me on a normal day while walking through the city. His dark hair (hope I get all this right, just correct me if not)layed messily, causing me to want to ruffle it with my fingers. His piercing eyes seemed to show his split conscience.

"I don't understand why you haven't killed us yet. For one, I know I'm more trouble than I'm worth. I don't understand our purpose. You don't need us for anything, well not anything that I can see, YOu barge into our house like there is no tommorrow, but you haven't done anything with us. You haven't harmed me intentionally. If it is money you need, all you had to do was demand it before. If you wanted revenge...why haven't you taken it??" I shifted under the restraints at my arms and feet.

I saw his gaze hold mine then linger over my body, I could almost feel his stare chiseling it's way over my lips, then my shoulders, then down my stomach, to where his hand layed. I shivered. I'm not sure whether it was the dampness of my clothing or what it was...
 
Adam

"Would it make you feel more comfortable if we had began our revenge on you two already?" I asked her with a slight smirk on my face. The smirk, along with the sarcasm, took both of us by surprise. My first instinct was to forget about that and push it away in my mind. But, it was a very relaxing feeling to have done that. Perhaps, it would be better for us both if I were to follow up on these feelings? Fighting them didn't seem to be getting us anywhere fast.

Letting myself act on these emotions more, I tell her "Originaly, we had planned out some acts of revenge against yourself and Kali. As you most likely know, it was based mostly on your relationships with our creators." Moving my hands up from her stomach, towards her face. Venice flinches when she sees them going to her face, but seems relieved when they rest along her cheek. Rubbing her cheek softly with my fingers, I hold her hand with my other.

"That's what we were supposed to do originaly. But after having meet and talked with you two, we both started to realise what we were doing was wrong. And... I felt something... different... towards you.", I explain as the tips of my fingers brush against her red lips.

Our eyes meet each other again while I lower my face to hers. Pressing my lips against her softly, I close my eyes and begin to kiss her right on the mouth. I've done this before, but it never felt like this in any of the other cases before. This, I could definatly get used to doing.
 
Venice.

A smile nudged at my lips as he asked if we would like him to act upon the revenge, I didn't allow the emotion to show. Such a cruel thought and it seemed completely and utterly odd, I was embarassed for saying it, it just seemed wrong, it didn't fit with his facial expression, in fact it didn't fit at all. I had been here for a few days. Patience wasn't my virtue, just as I was blessed with a blazing temper. I wasn't going to wait around wondering what they wanted to do with us... His smirk showed his ruggidly handsome features, the stubble that shadowed his skin, the dark piercing eyes, the stubborn chauvonistic chin that matched his body perfectly...speaking of perfect, that was perfect in its own, his athleticism wasn't hidden, and his muscle tone was impecable. I almost forgot what I was doing there.

Then his face changed. He brought his hand to mine and linked his fingers, he intertwinded them with mine. The warmth from his skin shocked me, I expected cold, inhuman...Then his other hand came towards my face, I cringed preparing for the harsh blow, my heart beat so quickly it hurt, My body tensed, I struggled against the restraints. However, when the hand came upon my cheek and gently caressed me, I felt utter relief.

I took a deep breath in as I saw the renegade (no pun intended) cyborg descend upon me. For a moment I was amazed at the raw appeal of this ....man. He was an example of the perfect male form, but his process of thought was far from what my husband had inteded. He had emotions, he seemed more and more human to me as I saw him smile and laugh. I wasn't sure what he was doing, his lips parted slightly. I was scared. My attention focused upon his lips, so inviting...his hand clenched mine tighter, his thumb running lightly upon the tender and sensitive flesh of my hands. That is when I realized what he was doing....


His lips gently brushed upon mine, I gasped, my body stiffened, then as I felt his kiss was....incredible. He was warm, I felt the heat from his body radiat onto my damp skin, I shuddered as I felt his kiss deepen. I instinctively tried to move my hand to run my fingers through his hair. The restraints brought me back to reality as they jerked my hands back. There had been an attraction between us, but not something you act upon when he is your captor who murdered your husband, who stole you from your house, who planned on hurting you.

I felt a bit of animalistic energy enter his kiss, his hand moved gently down to my neck and he trailed a tantilizingly male finger along my collarbone. My breathing increased. What was I doing?? I kissed him back, a small groan escaping his mouth. I matched him, that is what I was doing, losing my mind. I was incredibly scared, a gentle hand soothed me, I needed someone, my idea of someone wasn't the same person who caused me to need someone.

[Edited by LAVA GODDESSS on 02-01-2001 at 02:36 PM]
 
Vincent

I watched the monitor...maybe Adam was right...maybe we can't kill them...they don't seem like the creators...they seem far from them...I shook my head, i needed to think abou this, i quickly turned that monitor off and let them be in piece...he had found his...and i'm sure brodius felt the same way twords the other...i was just stuck..i had no such fealing...the way they treated me in the end, what they filled my 'mind' with...i couldn't feal that way twords them...they pushed me to hatred..to hate them..."AAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGGGGGGG!!!" I yelled...i couldn't think anymore...my 'brain' was going down as if it seemed...it was all so wrong to me...and yet right for me to let them...i didn't know anymore...i looked over at the generator...i could just fry myself...Brodius was probibly already thinking about doint it to me...I didn't know what to do...it was all so messed up...I hit the lock key on my computer locking my doors and the surrounding windows and everything...I plugged myself in, i needed to sleep...
 
Brodus in "Against the Grain"

As she began to cry I felt lower than any and EVERY life form known to man. I do not know what saddened her, all I know is it is my fault. It was me that track them over to Venice's home and it was me that imprisoned her and now it is me that made her cry. I did not know what to do. My programming was telling me that she is Brighton's wife so she must be evil but my human side which I thought was long dead was telling me I needed to try to console her.

Breaking away from my program I made my way over to her I put my arm around her and I wiped her tear with my other hand. Right now for a few minutes I forgot who she was, I forgot I was just a cyborg not a man. I forgot all our circumstances, the only thing I could focus on was her beauty. For a few moments I was completely encompassed in her being. I tilted her head, stared into her beautiful eyes, leaned in and basically went for the only instinct I had at the moment.
 
Adam

Our lips continued the embrace while my fingers trailed along her collarbone. They moved up from there to run themself through her hair. Venices hair was still very moist from the water that had fell upon us just hours earlier. Her lips parted slightly, allowing me to gently insert my tongue part way between her ruby lips. My eyes widen in slight surprise as her own tongue suddenly meets my own.

We continue to kiss while the hand that was holding one of her own broke it's grip. It moved to where the bounds that had kept her tied down where fastened. Hesitating for only a moment, I released her right hand from the strap that kept it locked in place. Venice's tongue jerks away with her mouth suddenly. She looks down to realise one hand had just been freed by me. Without saying a word, my hands move to the other strap to do the same. Once both her hands are free, she gives me a look of surprise.

Knowing what she must be thinking, I calmly explain, "Venice, my kind have taken many girls against their will in the past. And I've watched it happen to a lot of them. I've seen the fear, the anger, and the pain on their faces as they were forced into having sex."

Taking a moment to remember one girls face, I feel a shudder of guilt fill me. There was one girl I had seen be taken against her will. She was only sixteen at the time. But, all that mattered to those two cyborgs that took her, was that she was old enough for labor. When they... did what they did to her... the look of pain and humiliaton on her face... it had sticked with me for years. That scream... that scream for help that she made during the entire thing... it would haunt any human for years. And I just watched... god damn it... I just stood there, and watched them rape that poor girl on the street.

Feeling the moist sensation of a single tear form from my eyes, I continued, "It's not something that I would wish to force upon someone like yourself. So, I'll allow you a choice that many before you had not been given. As far as I'm concerned, you're free to leave. You can stay and give yourself willingly(sp?) and you can go afterwards, or you can try to leave right now. But, I won't be able to help you escape, no matter which option you choose."

Turning away from her, I look up towards the monitors that were left in the room. As I had detected, they were all turned off by Vincent. Looks like he had more dignity to him then he had let on. I had to stay loyal to him as much as I could for now. Even if it meant taking any blame for Venice 'getting away'.

[Edited by Renegade on 02-02-2001 at 03:52 AM]
 
Venice

His tounge was like heaven. The gentle caresses made me feel wanted. Really wanted. Then it hit me.


I had never felt wanted before. Ever. Primal lust brought Seth and I together. He wanted the perfect wife. Someone to hang on his arm and look pretty, someone to be the prestigous scientist's wife, someone to have 2.4 children like perfect families used to have.

I felt as though someone had sucker punched me, smacked me around and tore my breath from my body. For all those years, I denied the truth. My breath stuck in my throat as I felt my arms being released. I stared at him in awe. Shocked.


I pulled away. Then his words seemed to rip me back into reality.

I wanted to whimper when His body heat was stolen from me, when his gentle caressing were savagly taken away. The pain in his face as he told me of the young girl. The tear...it almost shattered me.

Then His words, sunk in, I......I WAS FREE!

For once in my life I had absolutely nothing to say.

I sat in silence. He walked away. He stood there, his broad and stunning frame held my gaze.

I began to think of how to leave, where to go. Then I remembered.

I had no one to go to. Kali was gone, to where? I don't know. Seth was gone....My home! I don't even know where it is.


I sat up. I drew my knees to my chest and closed my eyes in pain. Not physical pain, but in the dread of the idea......I didn't know where to go.

The city had been a desolate wasteland for as long as I have remembered. The war.....had destroyed it all.

"I have no where to go." I whispered quietly.

I shivered.

My lower lip quivered. I had the chance to leave, and I couldn't. I had no supplies, nothing. I refused to cry.
 
Adam

"I have no where to go." was the only thing she could say in responce to my offer. She stayed with her knees pulled close to her chest, her eyes showing a good look of the dread she was feeling. The young woman had wanted to cry. It was something that I could see by simply looking into her eyes. Her strength kept her from doing so, despite how much she had wanted to at the time.

And I knew exactly why she was feeling this way, but I just didn't know how to act out on this. Helping her was what had gone through my mind immediatly. However, using my emotions in an effective way was still very new to me. Very slowly, I tried my best to approach her in a non-menacing kind of way.

Finaly making my way to Venice's side, I carefully placed a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sure that, in time, you will once again be able to build yourself a normal life among this madness. But, for now... since you do not have anyplace to go..." stoping there to look her over once more, I think over what could happen between us in this situation.

My fingers slowly move upwards, from Venice's shoulders, and up to her soft cheek. Admiring her features, I tell her in a low voice, "You are a very beautiful woman, Venice. And, it's not just your outer beauty that I'm talking about either. You have an inner beauty to you that I would hate to see destroyed by being traped inside of this cursed building."

Brushing some of her hair away from her eyes, my eyes stay locked onto her pretty face. Slightly smiling at her, I lean forword and kiss her gently on the cheek for a moment. Upon breaking the kiss, I whisper to her, "Perhaps, your new life, will start out with someone who you'd least suspect? If you don't take any risks, you'll never know what could truly be."

With that, I move away from Venice just enough to stand before the nervous woman. Letting her think about what I suggested, I keep my eyes locked on the girl while waiting. She needed a new start, and I was willing to help her get that start. That is, if she were to let me into that life...
 
Venice.

His odd attempt at comforting me......actually worked. He was so incredibly confusing.

I swallowed as he kissed me on the cheek.

"Perhaps, your new life, will start out with someone who you'd least suspect? If you don't take any risks, you'll never know what could truly be." He said to me.

I opened my mouth to talk. Beautiful? Least suspect? new life? risks? Too much to take in. I squeezed my eyes shut. A headache coming on.

I got up, slowly. Sitting on the edge of the restrainment bed, I put my hands on my knees and just breathed. I looked up at him from the position I was in, compassion was in his eyes. His rugged features from lack of rest were appealing and inviting. I got up and silently slipped my arms around his neck and pulled him close.
 
Adam

She was obviously having trouble trying to take in so much at once. There was so much that she was being asked to accept, it was no wonder that she was having so much trouble. There was an obvious look of surprise on my face when her smooth arms slipped around the back of my neck to pull me closer.

Without a second thought of what was happening, we both kissed one another softly on the lips. Her fingers running through the dark hairs on the back of my head, while her ruby lips opened just enough to allow my tongue to explore the inside of her mouth. Feeling her moan into my kiss, I slowly wrap my own arms around her in a hug. Holding her to me tightly, never wanting to let her go to end this moment.

Despite those feelings, we both broke the kiss to look at each other once again. Letting a warm, almost friendly smile spread across my face, I reach out to cup her cheek. As Venice looks back into my eyes, I lean forword and kiss her again fully on the lips.
 
Venice.

I know that the concept of what I was doing was wrong.

It kept replaying in my mind that he was the man who helped to murder my husband. Kidnapped us.

His gentle touch and that sly smile made me feel wanted. Accepted for once.

I ran my fingertips nimbly through his hair. His kiss was intimate. Almost more than..........I had to stop thinking of Seth. He was a money hungry madman.

The second I felt Adam's gaze on my face, the smile, he didn't pull away. It wasn't just a show. He kissed me again. I knew I shouldn't do it. But it felt so incredibly right. He seemed a bit surprised as my tounge met with his. My breathing increased. My senses elated. I could feel every muscle in his body molded to mine, my slightly damp clothing made the sensations oddly sensual. I found myself drinking the kiss in deeper. I pressed myself harder into him. His steady arm held me up. I pulled away.

His lips were rosey from our kiss. I bit my lower lip. Analyzing with my eyes. I came closer to him and nuzzled his neck, laying gentle kisses. Down his jaw, his adam's apple, his collar bone, his shoulders. I felt dizzy, elated. My fingers followed the path of my lips. I made my way back up, my hands pressed against his chest, I stopped when I made eye contact.
 
Adam

The feel of her hands lightly pressing up against my chest sent a feeling of ease through me. When she pulled away slightly, I look down at her eyes while her fingers continued to caress my chest. Smiling down at Venice, I lean back down to kiss her briefly as my hands work over my shirt.

Stepping back once again, my hands pull at the fabric of my shirt to remove it. The black top slides up over my shoulders and over my head as I tug it off. The cool air of the room was a nice new sensation over the heated effect the uniform had on us. All of our uniforms were made of a special fabric that prevented them to be destroyed easily. Unfortunatly, this also made them very hot when it came to having them on for so long.

Letting out a low sigh of relief, the sudden touch of Venices fingers trailing along the muscles were a pleasent surprise. Rubbing her soft hands gently with my own, I lead them along as they begin to travel around the chest area. Moving my hands away from hers, they go to her loose top in hopes of helping her begin to remove her own clothes. Stopping right there, I look back into her eyes, hoping to see that she would be willing to go the next step in what we were already starting. It seemed to me that we had already come along too far to stop it now.
 
Venice

I was only wearing the one piece of fabric that had used as my medical attire while in restrainment and my jeans that I had quickly put on as we attempted to escape earlier.

I watched as he pulled off the dark shirt. I gasped at the sight of his broad chest, it looked as if it was chiseled by the ancients of Greece. It scared me, the power that was held in that body...I felt incredibly safe.

I crossed my arms over and tugged at the top I was wearing. I pulled it free and let it slip from my fingers. I watched his gaze linger. I closed my eyes, I swear I could feel the warmth of his eyes roam over my body.

"I don't know what I'm getting into." I whispered as he pulled me close to him. His body was incredibly warm, almost hot to the touch.

I saw him grin. I brushed a curl from my face and felt his hands rest upon my hips. He tugged at the wet jeans. I rested my head on his shoulder as I felt him unbutton them. I stepped on the fabric at my feet and tugged them off.

".......I realy don't know what I'm getting into....."I whispered again.
 
Adam

Helping her out of the wet jeans, I listen to her words that she softly spoke into my ears. Looking at her with a slight smile, I tell her, "To tell you the truth, neither do I for that matter. And... I think that's just one part of the intrigue of the whole thing."

Kissing her again on the lips, I finish helping her out of the jeans she that were moist from the sprinklers. A finger trails along Venice's crotch through her panties for a brief moment before I pull them away. My hands move up towards her chest, where they press gently against her breasts in a smooth carress. The warmth of our skin contact sent new sensations through my body. Her nipples became erect at the touch of my fingers trailing along the large globes.

"Just, go with what you feel is the right thing to do." I tell the young woman while continuing my calm movements over her breasts. Her own hands begin to move against the straps of the pants of my uniform. She releases them and begins to help me out of the weird fabric.

Looking down into Venice's eyes, a strange feeling of warmth fills me at the thought of being with her like this. This was the first truly wonderful moment that I had ever expierenced in my 'life'.
 
Venice.

His warm breath against my neck, the rapid exhaling and inhaling.....I shivered under his words. Why was the concept of this so incredibly wrong? I felt so incredibly faithful to myself at the moment.

His touch was so incredibly delicious. I didn't realize what sensations were possible. I didn't want to think of Seth, but comparisons were all I had to keep my sanity. I now knew that Seth just wanted me for my body. His hands were always harsh and cruel, fast paced, and self-indulgent.

Adam. He was totally different than his maker. I leaned forward and helped him out of his pants, bringing all the rest of his clothing with. With a gentle sway of my hips, I brought my slender thumbs to the waist band of my panties at my hips, tugging I shimmied out of them.

His hands reached again to send chills up my spine, his gentle caress was forbidden in the most delicious way. I felt exhilerated. Happy. This was against my ethics.....my morals....I didn't even know this man. But I felt as though I was being faithful to myself for once. It felt so good.

I pressed my naked body against his. My body snuggly fitting against his. My breasts were pressed against his chest, exciting my arousal all the more.

I sighed. His hands moved warmly over my sensitive backside. "you make me feel so .....good." The last word came out as a sigh. I meant what I said.

I kissed his neck lightly and moved my hands over his broad shoulders. I felt him leading me somewhere, I just continued my kisses. I brushed my lips over his and let my tounge explore his mouth. My curls framed my face, somewhere I lost the pins that held most of it back.
 
Adam

A smile spread across my lips at hearing her last words about her feeling good. There was something about knowing that it was myself who had brought that sensation to Venice that just felt so... good. It was an odd feeling, one that I was not used to at all to be honest. But, it seemed like I was going to truly enjoy it much more in the future.

Leading her along with me slowly, we made our way back over to the table she had been tied to only moments earlier. It wasn't the best thing that one could hope for to use for what we had planned, but it would be ok for now. Her still wet body, pressed gently against my warm one, sent wonderful shivers of pleasure through me. Helping her up onto the table, she takes a seat on the edge of the cool platform while we continued to kiss. Her feet dangled into the air over the edge of the tall table.

Breaking our passion filled embrace, I tell her with a grin, "We've been trained and programed in many ways on how to pleasure a woman. It was done in an attempt to get more females interested in voluntering for our 'services'. I hope that my own style will be more then enough to properly please you." With that, I slowly began to make my way down her nude body. My lips trail along her neckline, down to her chest and towards her lovely breasts.

Moving my mouth to one of them, I part the lips to allow my rough tongue the chance to flick against her erect nipple. Venice lets out a low moan at that sensation while one of my hands begins to carress the other globe. Quickly biting down softly on the nipple, I feel her bare foot press lightly against my crotch in an attempt to tease the head. It worked, as it became fully erect from the brief skin contact.

Pulling my head away from her chest, I look up to her eyes with a gently smirk before continuing to move down her body. Leaving a trail of kisses along her slim belly, my mouth finaly reached her lower area. My fingers gently press against the moist lips of her vagina. Kneeling down onto the hard floor, I press my head against her mound while the fingers work around her pussy lips. Working it to allow me better access, I push my head against her as I insert my tongue into her. Feeling her insides with the rough object, the sounds of Venice begining to moan encourages me on as I work over the clit.
 
Venice.

I could swear it was a dream. I remember laughing at his 'programming'. Then, he took the time to pleasure me. When I opened my eyes, I realized I wasn't dreaming and his wonderful tounge wasn't a drempt nervana.

I glanced down, allowing my foot to brush by his hardness. I smiled as I felt him shift in response. I moved my fingers to his hair, gently tugging in gratitude. "Programmed?" I gasped, ".....ooooo....it is more than just programming," I purred. I layed my head back as I felt his hands hold my hips steady.

My fingertips gently slide through his hair and across his neck. His tounge darted inside and lingered. Slowly moving it, it was a torturous teasing. I felt his tounge slid out and move to tease my inner thighs. After a long trail back, I thought he would never return his expert tounge, I felt him pull me closer to the edge of the table and lick lightly upon my slit. Finally, he focused upon my clit and made me shudder. My head leaned back, my chest rising and falling, I moaned "Adam..." over and over again. "oh God I want you..."
He began to work his deliciously cruel tounge faster.

"Stop or......I'm going to......." I gasped.


I reached down and put my hands over his. He looked up, I smiled. I brought my hand to his chin and gently lifted until he got the idea to stand up. I reached with my other hand, while my eyes were locked on his, I began to caress his excitement. Looking seductively at him, I wrap my legs around his waist. Kissing him, I could taste myself on his lips. "Show me...."
 
Brodus "in the owner of my character is about to pass out thanks to his meds"

As I began we began to kiss, I felt things that were not here a few minutes ago.  I felt sensations that were foreign to this body.   For a few moments while we were connected I did not feel like a cyborg freak build by madman.  No for a few seconds I felt like a human being.  For a few seconds I felt like a man.

While we kiss my arms drew her nearer wrapping around her femine frame. Once her towel slipped and descended to the floor my hands moved downward wrapping around her waist and for a few scants seconds the human side of me completely took over and enveloped over my cymbornetic body
 
Adam

There was some confusion when she tried to get me to stop my work over her clit. For a moment there was concern that she wasn't satisfied with the way I was trying to pleasure her. That concern was soon put to rest when Venice's eyes locked onto my own. The moment I glanced into those green eyes, I knew that she was more then happy with my performance up to this point. Feeling a sense of satisfaction with that knowledge, I follow her hands movement and return to standing upon my feet.

Her slim legs quickly wrap around my waist as she once more kisses me fully on the lips. The warm skin of her hand rubs along my erection while we continued this. Our mouths break away from one another once again from the quick lip lock as she orders, "Show me."

Not being one to let down a lady, despite my eagerness to go down on one, my hands move around Venices slim waist to help get her into a better position. Placing my hands firmly around her tight bottom, I let her hands help lead me into her opening. When the head reached the slit, she let go to allow me to go the rest of the way at my own pace. Eager to enter her body, I push into the wet opening with one steady, but firm thrust of my hips. Her mouth opens to let out a low moan while I continue the steady thrusting motion.

As her arms tighten around my neck for support, I carress and play with her cheeks through my fingers. Carefully, I insert one finger between her cheeks to explore her. Trailing it along her anus, the finger slowly enters her to probe around as our thrusting efforts increased.
 
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