CyberpunkErotica (8 page)

He gently tugged on the ring, rotating it left and right, his fingers brushing me, making me twitch. The small charge in the ring vibrated through me, stimulating me even more. His tongue joined his fingers, lapping gently at my clit, tickling the walls of my pussy, easing me aside and probing deeply inside. With a quick, confident movement, he made me lose control and I had my first orgasm.

Wrecker lifted himself and lay on top of me, covering me in kisses. He never penetrates me until he’s made me cum. He always says it’s the least he can do for me. What can I say? He worships me. And I worship him.

I opened my legs for him as he lifted me up by my ass, getting a good grip so he could thrust upward, his bulging cock sliding in, making me explode. I moaned in delight, my hands skittering over his body, feeling his muscles, his strong, protective arms. My cries echoed around the flat as Wrecker increased his speed, thrusting higher, kissing my neck, whispering how much he loved me as he worked his hips and carried me to sensual bliss.

I cried out again, temporarily satiated. Now, I wanted to please Wrecker, to feel his hot cock in my mouth. I rolled over and straddled my gorgeous lover and moved down, his body quivering in delight, and pushed the wet head of his cock through my soft lips.

I smiled and gargled as I slid the length back and forth in my mouth, deep throating it, sucking, licking, kissing my lover, making him squirm in bliss as he gently held my head, running my long black hair through his sensitive fingers. I felt his hands flex as I teased him with my tongue stud, making his cock grow even bigger in my mouth until I released it, unable to resist any longer, and I jumped back on, plunging down the rigid shaft with a scream of delight.

Wrecker spun us around, cradling me in his strong arms as he pushed me onto my back, his cock sending waves of pleasure through me as he pounded me, his eyes locked on mine, his passions robbing him of everything except his burning desire to always be with me, near me, inside me. He pounded wildly, gasping and crying, shouting my name as I moved in time with him, crying out in delight, two bodies merged into one, two souls locked together.

I wrapped my legs around Wrecker’s muscled body as my final climax roared through me, screaming, crying, laughing in perfect sympathy with my lover. I hung on, my legs around him, feeling my orgasm explode deep within, releasing wave after wave of pleasure, blurring the world, filling my senses, sending the juices sliding down my thighs, mixing with Wrecker’s cum.

Wrecker collapsed on top of me, gasping, holding me tight. I always exhaust him, but he always has the strength to hold me until the morning. I lay safe in his arms, looking at the red glow of the light, feeing utterly happy and relaxed.

The fantasy faded. It all checked out. The scenario was set. I was back in reality.

Chapter Seventeen

I could escape in only one way. I created a sub-routine within the Data Net, hidden among billions, into which I could download my consciousness. I populated the routine with characters and scenarios from my past, making minor adjustments here and there. In this false world, I still illegally wipe memory chips, but I do it for more money and a better life.

Wrecker is now a good, attentive friend and lover, a genuinely reformed bad boy rather than a narcissistic sponge. Yes, I was again buying into the fantasy, accepting the conditioning of society and convention, that you can reform a bad boy, even though you can’t. They are just scum, through and through.

Indeed, I was accepting the conditioning of society all over again. I could have made myself a princess or an alpha corps or anything at all, but I knew I would never truly believe it or accept it. I therefore made my own reality based on the old one, with just a few tweaks to put me on a slightly better footing. In this world, I will always have money for food and the utility bills, so I will never be cold or have the water cut off again. I now live in a slightly better area. I’ll never be attacked again.

I copied myself into the programme buffer, ready to be transmitted in. The final step was to erase the knowledge of what I knew from the copy version of me. I couldn’t let myself know what I knew, so I reconfigured my synapses and wiped my memory of Vine Corp, of the experiment, of all my knowledge and enlightenment. I made myself smaller. I created my own fictional universe in which I could fit in and survive, the same way we all do, day after day, to survive the horror and reality of life.

I then dumped this smaller version of myself through the buffer and gave myself life. The life I can never have. The life I never could have had, even before. I can only survive by not knowing these things, by believing I have genuine choice rather than the illusion of choice.

If you are reading this, you have discovered the written record I have left behind, hidden away in a system file. I felt I ought to record all that happened to me, maybe out of vanity, maybe out of hope that one day this document will be read and wondered at for the world will be better. But I know this will never be.

Do not search for me. By now, I am dead.

Just like everyone else.

All that remains is a small copy of me, limited, constrained but unaware of being limited and constrained.

Just like everyone else.

Existing. Surviving. Moving forward one day at a time, controlled by society, by expectation, by those in power. By my own small perceptions.

Just like everyone else.

Just like you.

You don’t screw the system. The system has already screwed you.

About the Author

Ora le Brocq lives, works, and takes inspiration from the Malvern Hills that dominate her home. She enjoys the writing almost as much as the research.