History plays an important role in the present. As I sat in what used to be Ricky’s room, I looked around and wondered if I would ever like all this stuff in here again. Lots of frilly stuff.
I looked at the bed I lost my virginity on, and all I could do was smile. It was a good memory. Not nearly as intense as now, but still good. I lost my virginity to a male cyborg.
Something I did to piss off my dear old dad. Other times on that bed, sucking cock, getting eaten, or getting fucked were all good memories. I would get up in the morning and dress as sexily as I could. I would put on makeup just to raise my father’s blood pressure.
Sadly, I am no longer that girl. None of the clothes in here fit, and they sure don’t match my cyborg appearance. I made a mental note to myself to have the staff take what they wanted and donate the rest.
Anita, the maid from yesterday who told me where my family was, brought me breakfast. She took my body armor to make sure it was clean.
I looked over my body and just wondered. The seamless blending of human skin and metallic parts amazes me. My legs look and move like human legs. My arms are the same. The left side of my head is the human/AI interface. Looking at my eyes up close, you could probably see the lenses move in a purple field. Wait, my eyes are purple.
I think, “What happened to my blue eyes? Fuck, now they are blue. AI 116: What other stuff do I have?”
I hear a serious voice in my head: “Tap the side of your left thigh, above the silver stripe.”
I tapped my leg and gasped, “Well, fuck.” The handle of a weapon popped out.
AI 116 spoke again: “It is set to stun, but can be increased. The weapon can only be used by you. You have an energy weapon built into your left arm. Ask me, and you will be connected to North American Defense. You can focus your eyes on an object a kilometer away. You can hear beyond that distance. You can, with my help, ascertain a smell from two hundred meters. Your body armor can withstand a direct hit from any projectile or energy weapon and protects you from most bombs. The only thing I, or your armor, can’t protect you from is a direct hit from an EMP. I can shut my circuitry down, but you will be helpless until I can recover. You already know we have access to every sexual pleasure known to humankind. You have the strength to bend metal. Your complete armor will protect you from chemical, biological, and radioactive agents.”
I laughed and said, “So I really am a combat-ready sex machine?”
AI 116 seriously said, “Yes, ma’am.”
I smiled and replied, “I need to give you a new name.”
Anita appeared at my door.
I motioned her over. She stood close enough to me, so I reached up and ran my hand up her leg. I felt her shaking. I said, “Are you afraid of me?”
She moaned, “No, ma’am. Your touch feels really nice.”
I looked at her and said, “You want me to stop?” My fingers started brushing her pussy lips.
She sighed and said, “Not really, but there are two men here to see you. If you’d like, I will come back later.”
I huffed, “Send them up, and, Anita, only if you want.”
She smiled and said, “I want,” then disappeared.
I was sitting on the floor when the two men appeared at the door. They deflected their eyes when they saw me. I was still naked. One leg is bent, the other straight. I laughed and said, “What haven’t you seen in a naked cyborg before?”
One of the men entered the room, and he laughingly said, “Not near as pretty as you.”
I just nodded and asked, “What can I do for you, gentlemen?” I licked my lip, noting that they were both hard. My enhanced senses picked up the scent of musk that horny men give off. That triggered my pheromone release.
These men, if they never had sex with a cyborg, wouldn’t be able to say that anymore. My pheromones work well when men want what they think they can’t have.
I could already see the effects on both of them. Their pulse rates are increasing, and their breathing is faster. They wanted to fuck me, and me and my AI were going to make that happen.
The older of the two spoke, “Miss Ricky, we are with North American Defense. We need to discuss,” he stutters, “your father. Oh, Fuck.”
In my head, my AI said, “Elevated heart rates and breathing. Highly stimulated erections. Pupils dilated. They want to fuck. You are still not ovulating. You are lactating.”
I actually laughed out loud and exclaimed, “Wait, what?”
The man repeated himself, “We need to discuss your father.”
In my brain, I said, “I am what?”
Without emotion, AI 116 said, “Lactating.”
I proclaimed out loud, “Well, fuck.” I grabbed the younger guy and pulled his head to my breast and growled, “Suck.”
Doing as he was told, he started sucking, and I moaned, “Ohhh, fuck,” as I felt the milk being sucked out of me. I sighed and thought, “No wonder they hurt. Am I pregnant?”
AI 116 chirped, “No. Your enhanced libido has caused you to start lactating.”
I looked at the other man and said, “You want to talk. STRIP.”
He practically tore his clothes off.
I smiled and said, “Now, we can talk.”
He looked at me and said, “Miss Ricky.”
I stopped him and said, “Astria, Ricky Lynn doesn’t really exist anymore.”
He nodded and said, “Miss Astria, You sent us information that your father had tapped into the cyborg bank network and was skimming money. He was using the network to control cyborgs and possibly drones. We don’t really care about the bank, but the cyborgs and drones we do care about.”
I tapped the floor next to me and said, “Come here and kneel next to me.” His partner, who was naked now, was still feeding off my breast. The older man moved over to me and kneeled down. I said, “Tell me your name,” as I wrapped my hand around his cock.
He choked out, “Stan. He’s Jack.”
I smiled and replied, “I don’t recall the circumstances of that communication. I assume that memory was in the part of my brain destroyed in the blast.” My AI replayed the communication in my head. I sighed, “Oh, I guess I did. That communication is why I am what I am.”
Stan nodded and replied, “We have been made aware of that. We also know you are an autonomous cyborg. Apparently, you are one of a kind. I have to say your hand is the gentlest cyborg hand I have felt.”
I smiled at him, lowered my head, and sucked his cock into my mouth. My ass was up in the air, and I felt the younger agent start to lick my vagina and ass.
As I sucked Stan, he moaned, “We need your father brought, Ohhh fuck, to, fuck, you are good, justice.” I stopped long enough to say, “He’s the reason Ricky, fuck that tongue is good, doesn’t exist, and don’t stop. What do you want from me, Ohhh, fuck?”
The young agent stopped eating me and was pushing his cock into me. I went back to sucking Stan. This was, admittedly, my first threesome. I wondered if all my chats were going to be this sexual.
Stan, barely able to talk, said, “We want you to bring him in.”
I damn near bit him. I pushed one of my fingers into his ass, and he started grunting. I felt his cock swell, and he came into my mouth. I milked the young agent’s cock as he came inside of me. I heard him beyond me say, “Oh fuck me, she’s milking my cock; ugggh, that feels good. Damn best cyborg pussy.”
I laughed as he collapsed back behind me. I spun around, grabbed his head, and planted his face between my legs. I told him, “Clean up your fucking mess.”
Stan started laughing. “Damn, you’re rough.”
I looked at Stan and said, “My father is in Asia. If I go after him, I could start World War Six. Excuse me a second.”
I had Jack by the hair, grinding my crotch into his face. Stan was stroking his still-hard cock while watching the show. Jack was doing a masterful job of licking up his mess. I felt myself cumming and let Jack know it.
I groaned, “Oh fuck, damn yeah, tongue that pussy.” My body arched back, and my body shook as I screamed out, “Ohhh, fuck, yeah.”
I let Jack go as I settled back down. Stan was still hard. I said, “I can’t waste that.” I moved so fast that I shocked him. I grabbed him and pulled him on top of me. One hand held him, and the other guided his cock into my vagina. I grunted, “Fuck me.” He wasted no time.
As he pounded my pussy, he said, “You need to go back to the, oh fuck, your pussy feels good. Fuck, Miss, ain’t like no Cyborg pussy I have ever been in.”
I replied, “Thank you, I guess. Fuck, your cock feels good too.” I’m not sure if it was my enhancements or just Stan knowing how to use his cock, but I was feeling really good.
My AI chirped in, “You still aren’t ovulating.”
For a second, I thought, “Why would I want to birth a child?” I had my arms wrapped around Stan, keeping him inside me. I flexed, and my muscles tightened as he pounded me. I grunted, “Fuck, so good, back to where, oh fuck, seed me fucker, oh damn, ARGG.” I came so hard, my AI almost did a reboot.
I sensed Stan close too. I whispered in his ear, “Give it to me, baby. Make me a momma.”
Stan yelled, “Ohhh, Fuck, I can’t stop. I am cumming.” I felt his cock swell, and I felt each blast of his cum in my birth canal. I moaned, “I know you couldn’t stop.” Not that he really wanted to stop, but it’s tough to fight the pheromones I was giving off. Even poor Jack’s cock was coated in a fresh load of his cum. I whispered, “You want to lick up your mess, or should I make Jack?”
Stan just laughed and said, “Calling you Miss Astria might become a thing.” Stan kissed his way down my real breasts and real belly to my very real vagina. I groaned as his tongue made entry and lapped up his cum.
I ran my fingers through his hair and asked again, “Back to where?”
This time Jack answered, “The lab, Miss Astria. You’ll need to be equipped with some classified tech if you are going to go after your father.”
I looked at Jack with more of an angry stare and said, “Oh, I am going after him.” Stan’s tongue was probably better than his cock. I squealed, “Ohhh fuck, you need to patent that tongue.”
The thought of being back in that lab did frighten me. I thought, “Can they override my current status? Would they dare?”
Stan and Jack got dressed and left. I put my armor back on and told Anita, “I am going to the lab.”
When I entered, I was greeted by the doctor, who made me a cyborg. The lab man walked up to me and said, “Welcome back, Ricky.”
I barked, “Thanks to you, Ricky no longer exists. I am Astria.” Then I thought, “AI 116, delete all the external references to the entity known as AI 116. Rename yourself Ashley and only respond to my thoughts.”
I heard, “Working. Done.”
All of that happened in the blink of an eye.
The lab man nodded his head and said, “Truth, Miss, but I did disconnect AI 116 from the Neuro Network before you could be implanted and consigned. My name is Dr. Michael Blount. You’re here for the military upgrades. I know you might be thinking we’re going to take away your autonomy. I will be doing your upgrades, and I assure you that won’t happen.”
I sensed the truth from him, so I said, “Proceed.” I thought, “Damn, I want to ride his cock again.” I laughed and thought, “Ashley, can we tone down the libido for a while?”
Ashley replied, “Your libido is at normal levels. You are just naturally attracted by the doctor.”
I thought, “Well, fuck.” I sat on the lab table, looking around. The lab was busy making things happen. Sadly, there were three other humans becoming cyborgs in the lab. I asked, “Doctor, what happened to them?”
He looked sad, but replied, “Car crash and fire.”
I stood up and walked over to a girl my age who was lying unconscious before me. She still had one real leg and arm, but her whole left side was burned and prosthetic. I asked the doctor, “Was she given a choice?”
He replied, “She chose to live.”
I said, “What of her parents?”
He spoke, “I’m not sure we can save her mother; she is badly burned. Her father is badly burned as well. I can save him, but I can’t repair all his burn scars. I can repair his daughter’s scars.”
I looked at him and said, “You know I own this company?”
He smiled and said, “All of us here know that, Astria.”
I looked at him and said, “Make them like me.”
He smiled and said, “Yes, ma’am. May I ask why?”
I said, “Because I can.”
He laughed. Two nearby technicians laughed with him. He looked at me as he was tapping a keyboard and said, “It appears your AI doesn’t exist anymore. I need to upgrade the code for your new parts. How does it not exist?”
I looked at him and barked, “Show me the code.” He handed me the pad, and I scanned the code. In my thoughts, I said, “Ashley, accept new sub-routines. I handed the pad back to the doctor and said, “Done.” I never answered his question.
Within a millisecond, I could sense the improvements. Infrared and ultraviolet vision, automatic language translation. Agility improved; all my senses were further augmented. The energy weapon in my arm was being replaced with a deadlier one. My other arm had a small missile launcher in it.
My servos and motorized parts were being replaced with much quieter, stronger ones. I thought, “Fuck, I have stealth mode.”
The doctor spoke up and said, “All your electronics are being shielded. Only a tightly directed EMP can shut you down. Now, having said that, we need to start replacing your prosthetics. Yes, you will be helpless, but I promise you I won’t let anything happen to you, but you need to agree.”
I motioned him close and whispered, “Under one condition.” He laughed pretty hard when I told him what I wanted. He said, “Consider it done.”
I thought, “Ashley, disable my tactile sensors.” My body immediately went numb. Outloud, I said, “Proceed, Doctor.” I grabbed his cock and said, “I can rip this off or play with it. Your choice.”
He laughed again and said, “It wasn’t long ago you played with it. I prefer that. Now relax, my dear, we got this.”
Relaxing is just what I did. I saw my arms being removed. I couldn’t see what they were doing to my ears, but something was happening. The scary part came when they removed and replaced my eyes. I was sightless while they were being replaced. My external AI connection was replaced. My implanted AI wasn’t touched.
That was when I heard the doctor’s voice in my head: “Can you hear me? Activate your hearing and vision if you can hear me.”
I thought, “Ashley, activate vision and hearing.” My eyes blinked on and focused, and I started hearing again. I could actually hear the nurse next to me getting wet. I heard her clitoris thumping. I looked at her, and I could see her crotch heating up. I smiled at her and licked my lip seductively, and I saw her blush.
The doctor said to me, “Activate your tactile sensors, but be prepared.”
I did as he asked and gasped, “Oohh, fuck me.”
He laughed and said, “Intense, huh?”
I just nodded. He showed me his pad again, and I scanned in the routine he showed me. I told Ashley to activate the subroutine. My metallic skin immediately turned a dark green with black tribal markings.
He smiled and said, “Badass. You can change to any color or style. You also have AI-controlled full-body armor that actually includes head gear with infrared, ultraviolet, and night vision.
I stood up and moved around on my new legs. I moved my new arms around. I grabbed the nurse, pulled her to me, and passionately kissed her. She started moaning and shaking. I laughed and said, “Yep, that works.” I held her till the orgasm I just gave her stopped. I laughed as I said, “Was that what you hoped for?”
She just gasped, “Oh, fuck yeah.”
I smiled and looked around with a sheepish grin on my face. The other nurses all backed off. That made me laugh. I looked at the doctor and said, “Everything works.”
He said, “See that target. Take it out.”
I lifted my arm, and a split second later, the target was gone, and there was a burn mark on the wall.
He smiled and said, “Go get the SOB and drag him back here.”
I looked over at the three people on the other beds.
The doctor said, “She’s going to survive. Dad and daughter are autonomous, like you. Mother needs too much help from the AI for now, but when we can, she will be autonomous too.”
In my head, Ashley chimed in, “I can connect to the girl and her father. You can help them understand.”
I said out loud, “You can do what?”
Everyone looked at me, wondering what I meant. The doctor just pointed at his head, and they all nodded. Ashley chirped in again, “You could always connect to other cyborgs.”
I thought, “Do it,” as I walked over to the girl. I put my hand on her and spoke out loud and in my head, “Relax, sugar, you will be alright.” She thought, “Oh my God, you are her.”
In a matter of a second, she, her father, and I had a week’s worth of conversation. When I turned back around, I instructed my AI to modify my appearance. Everyone gasped as my face changed to look like the nurse I kissed. I said, How do I look?” I sounded just like her.
I shifted my face again, even my skin color. I spoke again, “Greetings. Take me to your leader,” in perfect Mandarin, then I repeated it in perfect Russian.
The doctor said, “If you are caught, they will probably destroy you.”
I smiled and said in Japanese, “Let’s hope I don’t get caught.”
I walked up to the doctor and smiled at him. He sighed and said, “Oh boy.”
I looked at him seductively and said, “Should I walk away?” My pheromones were already filling the room. I could see his pupils constrict, hear his heart race, hear the increase in his breathing, and smell his musk.
He laughed and said, “Do I really need to answer you?”
I smiled and said, “No.”
The nurses all started to leave. I looked at the one I made orgasm earlier and said, “Where are you going?”
She smiled and walked toward me. She said, “I am just going to come over here.”
Hard nipples, increased respirations, heart rate elevated—yep, she wants in. I looked around and said, “Someplace more private.” The good doctor led us to an unused office. I laughed to myself. I could smell the sex that happened in here.
I stepped up to the nurse. I took her into my arms and kissed her. Prior to Astria’s existence, Ricky only kissed one girl. Now I am about to strip this woman down and do way more than kiss her. I pulled her scrub top and her bra off. I unhooked my armor and let it fall to the floor. I took her in my arms again, bare skin to bare skin. I could hear her heart rate increase as we kissed. I gently stroked her hair and asked her, “You want me to stop?”
She lowered her head and said, “I can’t afford you.”
I stroked her cheek and asked, “Who’s asking for money?” Looking genuinely surprised, she said, “All sex with a cyborg must be paid for in advance.”
I laughed and whispered, “Autonomous Cyborg Entity.”
She smiled and said, “Oh yeah, no, don’t stop.”
In all seriousness, I said, “If you are a lesbian, we can ask the doctor to leave.”
She giggled. “Make him watch.”
I turned to the doctor and said, “You can watch or you can leave.”
He smiled and slyly said, “I’ll sit right here and wank while I watch.”
I smiled and said, “Fair enough.” I looked at the nurse and asked, “In the throws of passion, what do I call you?”
She laughed and replied, “You’re funny. My name is Mary.”
I slowly slid my hand over her body until I was cupping her breast. She cooed at the warmth she felt under my touch. She moaned softly and said, “I didn’t know a cyborg could do that. That feels so nice. I haven’t been held like this in quite a while.”
I told her, “The warmth was what I wanted added.”
While sex was openly practiced with cyborgs, human-to-human sex wasn’t. The simple matter is that most men today only want sex, and the better it is, the more they want it, so a cyborg it is. Oddly, women weren’t much different.
I slowly danced with Mary for quite some time. I ran my hands over her body. She started running her hands on my body.
She smiled and said, “You know, I have assisted in lots of cyborg conversions, but I never really considered what it was like to actually feel one. No surgical gloves, just bare skin. I know you are unique, but I love the contrast between metal and flesh. She shook her head and said, “I am sorry that was rude of me.”
I kissed her and said, “That was honest of you. I’ll take honesty over placation any day.”
She looked me in the eyes and asked, “Why did your father do this to you?”
I shrugged and drew her closer to me. I said to her, “I have been told this was his way of silencing me, Sugar, but it didn’t work out for him.”
She smiled and asked, “Astria, would it be OK if we just went to a bed someplace and cuddled?”
I laughed, picked up my armor, and pointed at the doctor, saying, “The wanker might not be happy with that.”
She laughed and said, “Oh well.”
Before we left for the mansion, I walked into the lab and told the technicians—it was actually more of an order—that the three new cyborgs would be transferred and cared for in our facilities at the mansion. I watched as they were disconnected and rolled them out on portable monitors. Mary and I left the building, and we walked a total of three blocks. The world around us exploded. The lab was directly hit by a drone-fired bomb. My body protected Mary from falling debris. My AI informed me the drone was moving in for a second strike. This time right at me. Deep breath, I slowly stood up, located the drone, pointed my arm at the drone, and fired one of my newly installed weapons. I didn’t miss. What was left of the drone fell to the ground.
I heard a chirp in my AI interface and a familiar voice asking me if I was okay.
I replied, “I am, Stan. Where did that fucking thing come from?”
What I feared was confirmed: “Best we can tell, the Asian War Council.”
My fucking father.
There is no time to care. There is too much debris to clear. There are too many people to save.
