Sold to the Cyborg Part 2&3 (M/F) [tied up] [dub con]

Author’s Note: This is my first time writing erotica so I would love to get your feedback on the story and my writing. Part 1 is fairly tame but Part 2 and 3 are not. Thank you in advance for your help, I appreciate it!

All characters in this story are above 18 years of age and the author does not condone or encourage any activities which might be classified as illegal in the real world.

**Part 2:**

I was having the loveliest dream I could ever remember having. I was lying on the luscious grass of a beautiful meadow in the countryside, something I had only seen in pictures. I grew up in an inner city orphanage and had always yearned for air that wasn’t polluted by industrial complexes and megastructures. Living among the dredges of society for so long made wild, untamed nature seem like an entirely different world.

Even still, the man between my legs made it hard to really care about the scenery. The breezy material of my skirts were rucked up around my waist, making room for the man’s head as he flicked his tongue insistently at my clit, a strong hand pressing down on my hips to subdue my bucking.

My breath came out in soft pants as the languid heat between my legs swept through my body in waves. My nipples hardened to plump peaks as he circled the tip of his tongue around my clit.

He used two fingers from his other hand to spear into my wet cunt, setting a rhythm that matched his flicking tongue. I rolled my hips, feverishly trying to grind myself harder against his tongue. He let out a deep growl at that and gripped my hips in warning.

Clearly, the man wanted me to sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride. I would have been enjoying it a lot more if he wasn’t taking his damn time and teasing me instead of giving me what I craved.

Frustrated, I moved to grip his white locks only to find that my hands had been pinned above my head with padded handcuffs.

Oh my. This was kinkier than my usual preferences. And yet, I couldn’t deny that this dream was far better than any of the limited sexual encounters I’d had in real life. With the amount of work I normally did just to survive, sex was normally at the bottom of my priority list.

Finally the man made his way up my body. My core clenched around empty air now and I almost screamed at the loss of his fingers stretching me so sweetly.

“I love having you at my mercy. Making this pussy mine was one of the best choices I’ve ever made.” The man said with a filthy laugh. He placed his hands on either side of my head, his white hair blocking out his features, and took my mouth in a possessive kiss.

The eroticism of it made my breath catch in my chest. The forbidden taste of my own juices on his lips, the way his tongue stroked mine in a stark imitation of what he had been doing between my legs.

I met him with wild abandon and kissed him until he was breathing as hard as me.

Who was this man? I’ve never kissed anyone like this before, dream or otherwise. I gasped and pulled away, needing desperately to see his face. He shifted back slowly, letting me look into his eyes. Into his inky black irises. He wasn’t human.

**Part 3:**

I woke up with a scream to find Ian Emannuel DeRose straddling my hips in the same manner that I had dreamt, and wearing nothing but a pair of loose, low-hanging sweatpants. I realised with horror that whatever he was doing to me must have leaked into my dream. There was even a set of silk scarves tying my hands to the posts of a large, sturdy bed. I felt no discomfort from the soft restraints but I hated the vulnerability in the way I was stretched out.

The spacious, dimly lit room was decorated in sensual reds and velvety blacks. Off-planet, imported carpets and cushions lined every surface I could see. I could just barely make out a balcony that opened into a nighttime view of the inner city. We were impossible high up, I could already tell the air was clean here. But then again, the unmistakable luxury of this room is exactly what I would expect of someone who runs the DeRose Group. Someone who owns me now, I remembered with sick clarity.

“Get off me you psycho.” I yelled, trying in vain to buck him off. I didn’t know how many credits he bought me for, but I could only hope it was enough to make him think twice about damaging his new toy.

“Ah, good I wanted you awake for this part but I didn’t want to wake you too early considering the ordeal you’ve been through.” He said, peering at flushed face with satisfaction.

“The only reason I’m in this ordeal is because of you!” I splutter.

His eyes flashed. “No, I saved you from the ordeal. You recall you were originally going to be disposed of? The situation you’re in now is far more pleasurable for the both of us.” DeRose corrected coolly.

“I don’t find this pleasurable. Just let me go!”

“Oh really?” DeRose had a dangerous edge in his voice. “Then what is this?”

DeRose leaned back and tugged my legs apart, even as I tried hopelessly to keep them closed. I flushed angrily at the way he appraised me like a prized possession. .

“I don’t believe I’ve ever seen pussy lips as swollen with arousal as yours. I’m not even touching you and your clit is practically pulsing. Look.” DeRose gripped my chin and forced me to look down.

To my humiliation, he was right. I could tell that my clit was peeking out of its hood, the pink nub begging for attention.

“And look at how wet you are.” He pumped two fingers into my sex before taking them out to display the way they glistened with my arousal.

“Not to mention your breasts.” DeRose continued. “You’re hungry for my cock, why else would your nipples be so plump and stiff?” He tugged at a reddened peak, making sure to coat it with the arousal he gathered between my legs until it was slippery. I moaned even as I shook my head frantically in denial.

I knew. He didn’t need to put on a callous display. I already knew that I was practically soaking the bedsheets. Knew that the longer he played with me, the more aroused I got. But in that moment, I loathed him with every fibre of my being because these were truths that I didn’t want to face.

“Don’t be ashamed pet. This is exactly why I bought you. You’re already more responsive than I could ever dream.” He growled, losing some of his signature composure.

“I can’t help the reaction of my body. You have no right to do this to me, let me go this instant.” I snarled.

“I have every right, you’re my legal property now. You’ll be begging me to take you by the time we’re done here.” He promised. And he could, I realised with anger. One stupid mistake and I was legally bound to one of the world’s most notorious criminals.

According to rumours, DeRose specialised in weapons and arms. Not just for mercenary groups but also governments. Backed by various players across the board, he’d become practically untouchable in the underground. His backstory is hazy at best, but some believe that he escaped from a government facility, the product of an experiment with artificial sentience gone wrong.

Even so, I shudder to think about what would have happened had he not been there. I would have been killed by now. By some strange twist of fate, I have DeRose’s perverse interest in me to thank for saving my life.

“There’s other women out there, willing ones. Why not one of them?” I asked.

“They’ve never interested me before. They bored me. Seeing you was the first time I’ve ever felt true interest in a woman. It made me curious.” He said simply, then sat back to admire me again.

“And now you’re all mine.” DeRose takes the tip of a finger and runs it along my thigh, the curve of my waist, and the side of my generous breasts. I’ve never felt more conscious of my curvy figure than now. I felt like a treasure that he had looked far and wide for, and now he wanted to put me on his wall to enjoy whenever he wanted.

Despite my resistance, it appealed to a secret feminine part of me to be wanted so desperately. Maybe it’s because I grew up with nobody, but it made me feel powerful to see DeRose’s cool composure break because he just wanted me so badly. So badly.

“We’re going to play a game now. It’s called: how long will it take before you beg me to fuck you?” He purred.

That. BASTARD.

Enraged, I twisted against my bindings with a scream and DeRose just barely missed me headbutting him.

He only chuckled and moved to retrieve something from a drawer by the side of the bed. It’s a small pastel pink container of…something. DeRose opened it, and swiftly massaged it onto my aching nipples. It was cool against my heated skin and I momentarily stopped struggling to lean into his touch.

DeRose dipped his fingers into the cream again, and before I could react, he held back the hood of my clit and rubbed it directly onto the bundle of nerves.

I jerked in shock at the startling sensation.

“What was that!?” I hissed.

“Don’t worry, it won’t hurt but it will make everything much more…sensitive. You should be feeling it soon.” Just as he said it, I started to feel a tingling in my body. To my horror, my nipples and clit had become even more luridly swollen and reddened than before.

DeRose groaned as he beheld the change. He kneaded at my breasts with a firm touch, then he swirled his pointer fingers slowly around my areolas in tightening circles until he was dancing around the rosy peaks of my nipples.

I moaned, I felt his touch so strongly now that it felt like he was rubbing directly between my legs. Then DeRose skipped all pretence and started tugging insistently at my nipples. My cunt immediately clenched and I felt myself releasing a new wave of arousal.

As I strained against my bonds, I couldn’t tell if I was trying to get away from him or move towards him. Either way, I only succeeded in pushing my breasts further into his hands.

“I don’t think this game will last very long if I keep teasing your tits like this.” DeRose remarked, letting out another infuriating chuckle. I growled at him. He responded with a look that said he saw me as an adorable little pet instead of a woman who very much wanted to castrate him. Apparently humans like me weren’t threatening to cybernetically enhanced mobsters. Perhaps that was why I got to see this teasing side of him that the rumours never even speculated about.

I would prefer the ruthless mafia boss though, I imagine that I could negotiate with him at least. Not this—this madman that’s…massaging my shoulders? DeRose stroked me as if we had all the time in the world. I wiggled a bit but didn’t stop him. This was fairly tame compared to what he could be doing.

The bastard didn’t quit there though. He continued his way down my arms and legs until I was practically melting into his hands. By the time DeRose finished, I was both relaxed and painfully aroused. He had mapped my body until every single part of me was attuned to his touch. I didn’t let myself dwell on the fact that at some point I’d stopped struggling entirely.

“There pet, that’s much better, no?” He purred, before abruptly thrusting two fingers into the wet heat between my legs. Oh fuck. With his free hand, he spread my labia apart so that he could have an unobstructed view of his pale fingers tunnelling into my pink folds. DeRose made an appreciative noise deep in his throat, thrusting his hips forward almost subconsciously.

He gave one more sweet pump of his fingers before slowly pulling at the waist of his sweatpants. Like most cyborgs, he lacked body hair. The only colour on him was the pink nipples which provided a stark contrast against his pale skin. I took him in, from his broad shoulders to the v sitting low on his waist and disappearing into his sweatpants. My mouth went dry. He was built like the Greek gods from Old Earth.

DeRose looked me in the eye as he slid his pants off entirely and tossed them to the side. My eyes widened at the impressive appendage he revealed, thick and bigger than anything I’d taken before. His velvety balls were delightfully bare and his cock was flushed an angry red, already dripping with precum. I swallowed. Hard.

“Don’t worry we’ll make it fit.” He said smugly.

I glared. “Fuck you.”

“I intend to.” DeRosa quipped. He took his cock in hand and pressed the leaking head against my clit.

I let out a sharp scream, squirming at how intense it felt. It must have been because of whatever he rubbed on my—oh fuck, he’d started circling the head around my bud.

I throw my head back, overwhelmed. My cunt felt like it was throbbing. DeRose spread my lower lips apart before notching his cock at my entrance and pushing in. Just a little.

He took a thumb, dragged it through the arousal dripping out of me and used it to circle my clit. Gently. Like he was handling a flower. On my overly sensitised body, it was a painful torture instead of the pleasure I desperately needed.

“Stop.” I moaned.

“Stop what?”

“Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?” DeRose leaned down and traced the tip of his tongue around my areola. Again in that maddeningly gentle way, ignoring the way my aching peaks practically cried for his attention.

“Please.” I cried out, unable to take it anymore. My entire body felt flushed and hot. But worst of all was my cunt, I desperately needed something to fill the awful emptiness inside of me.

“Please what?” DeRose asked. There’s a dangerous calm to his voice now.

“Please fuck me.” I sobbed. Whatever control DeRose had been exercising until then snapped. Letting out an inhuman sound, he gripped my hips, tilted me up, and with one brutal thrust seated himself all the way inside of me. I came instantly.

Waves of pleasure crashed over me until I was drowning. DeRose pounding into me even as my inner walls milked his cock like it would never stop.

My mouth was captured in a bruising kiss. There was no gentleness anymore, it was all domination and teeth and sweaty fucking. He growled, and seeing the animal hunger in his face almost sent me over the edge again.

“Do you like this?” DeRose asked. “Do you like my cyborg cock filling you up like this?”

“Yes.” I cried. “God yes.”

“Good, you’re going to get it until you can’t stand anymore.” He said, with a twist of his hips that hit an entirely new angle inside of me.

“Please.” I said, even though I wasn’t sure what I was begging for anymore.

“I know pet, I’ll give you what you need.” DeRose said and he swiped his tongue over my breasts before sucking wetly at my plump nipples, alternating between the two. He gave a soft oath at the way my pussy clenched around him in response.

The woman I had been before was gone. There was nothing but us in this world. The only thing I could smell was his clean, sea-spray scent. The only thing I could see was the flash of his teeth as he tugged at my aching nipples. The only thing I could hear were the wet sounds of his cock moving in and out of me. The only thing I could feel was him.

“I want it. I want your cum.” I begged.

“Oh God.” DeRose gasped, his cock twitching inside me, swelling and stretching me even more than I thought possible.

“Come, come now.” He demanded, taking me in jerky punishing strokes. Then he leaned over and bit my neck firmly, as if he was marking me. And I went. Wild. I came so hard that my vision went black.

I felt DeRose roaring as he finally came, my pussy milking him of every single drop of cum.

“Fuck.” DeRose whispered against my neck as we shuddered our way through our orgasms. Fuck indeed, I thought dimly.

When I came to my senses again, I was on my side with DeRose tucked against my back and his hard cock still inside of me. One of his hands absently stroked over my breasts. My hands were no longer tied. I didn’t bother plotting my escape. That could come later. I wanted to bask a bit longer in the afterglow. For now at least this was…nice. Really nice.

“Twenty minutes.” DeRose said.

“For what?” I asked, my brows furrowed.

“For you to start begging. You lasted longer than I expected.” He explained.

I let out a peal of laughter. “I don’t think that was a game anyone could truly lose.”

DeRose stilled against me. Strange, perhaps he didn’t like the sound of my laughter.

“You are exceptional. I’m going to keep you.” He whispered reverently. I stilled. There was something strange and new in his tone.

“How long are you going to keep me for?”

“Forever.”

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