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The Edgerunner, mercenary and general badass known as V was heading down into Jig-jig street, letting the stink of garbage and stale sweaty synthetic sex hide the acrid stink of gun smoke. Modern caseless ammo is meant to be smokeless but it still left a distinctive smell and just having to ventilate several Tyger Claw gangers meant he was thick with it.
His wallet app chimed and his Eurodollar balance lit up in the bottom left corner of his field of view as the NCPD bounty hit his account. Cops were as good as fixers these days, sub contracting the boring and dangerous police work by automatically trying criminals ‘in-absentina’ and putting money on their heads when they didn’t show. Still, it was easy money.
There was a Ping as a text message popped up from a new number, named “DEVILERY transport & logistics”. He shrugged, must have looked at a smart advert and got tagged as interested. He opened it and read;
*** HALF PRICE PROMOTION! ***
Use the delivery services of DEVILERY transport & logistics to order a surprise gift for your loved one!
Odd, did they mean Devil or Delivery? Hmmm 200 eddies to sent Panam a model car? Or some flowers? Hold on, Real Flowers? Cars were a big part of her life, but that was the same for every nomad. Flowers were a new twist, most of the badlands plants were hardy scrub or escaped variants of the high yield gene engineered crops, nothing pretty. Where would they even get real flowers from? Hydroponics someplace? You can’t vat grow roses. His database of Night City shows there used to be a place in Old Downtown called “Rose, Dahlia & Flora's Creations” that had a hothouse and grew expensive flowers people could send as gifts, but it was wiped out in 2020. Collateral damage from the terrorist nuke.
Flowers it is then.
He grinned. As gifts go flowers were far too nice and cutesy, he needed to balance them with something to remind her just what a rock hard stud he was.
He stopped by the holo-whores outside an adult toy shop, looking at the Midnight Lady breast augmentations. Seventeen hyper-erogenous breast spikes? No, Panam was still flesh and blood on the sex side, most of her chrome was for jacking up her driving reflexes and linking into the onboard computers of the cars. But perhaps something more playful?
He ducked into the small shop lit with its lurid pink and purple neon. The guy behind the counter flinched, last time he’d been here V had leaned on the guy a little to find someone who sold illegal Brain Dance sensory recordings. He’d given up a name and the guy had turned up dead three days later, shoved in a crate in a locked garage behind the pachinko parlours. Which was a hazard of the job these days, but still it made him nervous talking to V.
V leaned on the counter and smiles evilly “Davarius, hows it going?”
The shop keeper faked a smile, ready to bolt for the back room. “Doing good, V. What you looking for today?”
“Something fun, custom made…”
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In his apartment in MegaBlock 10, V was sitting back on the couch working his way through a late dinner of three vending machine burritos and a bottle of beer from a six pack he’d managed to grab from a local prestige brewery in San Marcos. Stupidly expensive for beer the stuff was legit fermented biomass rather than vat made, it was even aged in real wood. 13.5% alcohol gave it a nice kick and the taste was tart enough to cut through the greasy feel the burritos left. At least they weren’t the budget diet burritos that used engineered non-digestable fats to lower the calorie count, that was a one way ticket to the horrors of spicy anal seepage.
As he finished the last bite of burrito he decided to finish with something stronger.
In a squared off glass he squeezed out a packet of glucose energy gel, sour citrus orange flavour.
The mini fridge in the arm of the couch had a torn open plastic bag of ice in it, so he grabbed a cube and crushed it in his augmented hand. Dumping it into the glass with the gel he grabbed a bottle of tequila and half filled the glass, swirling it in the ice.
He used the regular Centzon tequila, he’d got most of a bottle of blue agave Centzon Indigo up on the shelf but he was saving that for something special, its best to use the cheap stuff for mixed drinks. He topped the glass up with the last of the bottle of beer but it needed a final touch. Rummaged in the trash on the table, hunting out a spice packet from a pack of noodles, tearing it open he sprinkled some of the chilli flakes onto the surface of the drink
Holding up the drink to the light he asked empty space “This right, Johnny?”
With a neon glow a glowing figure appeared in his vision. Shaking his head, the Engram-Ghost barked a short laugh “Its a fucking abomination, V. And we’ll need about five or six more to take the edge off tonight, after that firefight you’re far too wired”
Most of the bottle of Tequila later, V was lying on the couch, staring blankly at the colours of the TV on the ceiling. Things were not going well, the headaches were still getting worse and he was no closer to a solution. It was taking more and more to dull the aches, soon he’d be so bad he’d happily chew a bullet.
His phone implant pinged as he received a text message
< PANAM PALMER >
the name brought a smile to his face. At least there were a few things worth hanging around for.
The chat menu in his optical implant lit up with her text;
“Thanks for the package! No one has ever sent me flowers before :)”
“Glad you liked them. And the other present?”
“LOL No ones sent me one of THOSE as a present before either.”
“you like it?”
“Was just about to step into the shower so thought I’d try it out”
“and?”
“It feels kinda naughty...”
The message paused, a spinning wheel as a larger file loaded. A picture opened up.
A woman’s naked back, lean muscle and dark tanned skin, oddly posed as she was twisting to take a selfie in the mirror of some nondescript dimly lit bathroom. Her black hair was up in a tangle of plaits and dreads. But the clear focus of the picture was her delightfully full and round ass, she was arching her back to present it to the mirror in a proud display, legs akimbo and pulled apart to show that nestled between her pert buttocks winked the round gem of a butt plug with a letter V engraved on it. V couldn’t help drooling, all the booze fog burned away.
“I like how you got me one with your initial on. Feeling possessive?”
“You know i do ;)”
“I’ve got to go pick up some cargo after my shower, want to ride along? 30 minutes?”
“Sure, if you'll wear your present”
“Wear it out driving? Perv ;) ”
“it’ll be in car entertainment. You’ll love it”
“as its for you, sure. 30 minutes”
== 28 Minutes later ==
The growl of the ARCH motorcycles’ 185 horsepower ceramic turbine died as V pulled into the Nomad camp with the crunch of gravel. The camp was a rough circle of vehicles and tents, with a perimeter of sentries and automated defenses and the camp fires and cook out in the center. His Kiroshi optics had picked out the nomads spotter drone as he came up the valley, a combination blimp and rotor device mounting several cameras, near invisible in the night sky and able to stay aloft for days. They knew he was coming and he was waved in with smiles and nods.
Panam was standing next to her customized Warhorse pick up truck, wearing her usual nomad wear, a skin tight olive green bodysuit, blue jeans, heavy boots and combat webbing.
“Cutting it fine” she said with a smile, wrapping her arms around V’s neck as he put his arm around her waist, pulling her close. They kissed, a quick locking of lips and dance of tongues that was heavy with urgency, longing even after being apart only for a few days.
“Ah, plenty of time” he grinned back.
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The delivery was to drop off a small sealed crate to a nervous rat of a man in a rundown motels parking lot.
V carried the crate over to his car while Panam covered him from the top of the Warhorse, sat on the edge of the hatch with an interface cable jacked into the trucks stub cannon turret. The way it moved its aim point to follow her head movements was enough to take the wind out of a few nearby young punks sails who were plainly thinking of causing trouble, few people feel brave staring down a 12mm cannon.
V climbed back into the passenger seat as she dropped down from the roof hatch into the drivers seat, her right eye glowing blue.
“Payment received” she grinned “here’s your cut” yellow text appeared as his balance updated.
She sat down in the seat and gave a little gasp, rocking her hips and closing her eyes.
“Hows your present feeling?” V asked, watching her expression.
She grimaced and wiggled “its a constant reminder I’ve something in my ass! How do you think it feels?”
V grinned. “Pretty good from the look on your face”
She slid the truck into Drive and they got underway
“well, now business is done, how about we play a game?” V asked
“What sort of game?
“A kinky one. You game?”
She grinned. “Always!”
“Ok, its like Simon Says. I say something, you try and do it. Sit up straight. Hands on the wheel. They come off, you lose the game. Face straight ahead, eyes on the road. you look away, you lose the game. Understood?
She nods.
He reaches over and starts to stroke the back of her neck, a spot he knows she likes.
“Now, your little toy. Did you try turning it on?”
“On? No, oooh what does it do?”
He connects wirelessly to its controls and turns it on.
Her ass starts to throb with a slow pulsating vibration
“Oh Wow!” She squirms in her seat. “That’s kinda nice”
“Smart interface and a powerful little motor. Ive got remote control of it now…”
He connects to the cars controls. The Message PAIRING TO DRIVE MASTER pop up
“Now its vibrations are synced to the engine. Try accelerating a bit”
She puts her foot down and Holy Fuck it vibrated hard, sending shudders through her that made the eager heat between her legs grow.
“Very good” He stroked a fingertip over her bottom lip.
“You tease”
“Oh, I’ve only just started to tease” He slowly pushed the straps of her top off her shoulders, giving him just enough slack to pull the front of her top down until her breasts spilled out, full and firm with dark nipples hard with excitement.
She moans as he strokes his hand over each in turn, feeling its soft weight, teasing each nipple until it was rock hard then gripping it and tugging it, pinching then going back to stroking.
She shuddered, arching her back to push into his palm. V gripped harder, twisting
firm enough to hurt in a way that sent tingles down her spine and left them aching for more.
“Oh fuck.. Harder. Please. Oh That’s good…” She moaned, struggling to keep her eye on the road. She silently cursed him for knowing her so well, she hated to loose a challenge so having to keep control of the car made her helpless to stop him, which made it all the more of a turn on. Instead of just pulling over and fucking she had to fight it down, which made the sensations all the stronger.
He ran his hand down over her belly and started to unbuckle her belt. With a jolt of excitement she realised just how far he was planning to go and her pussy throbbed, she was sure she could actually feel herself getting wet at the idea. It’s not just the sensations from the toy, but the whole situation, night driving fast down a straight road, the power of the car at her control, the calm strength of the strange and deadly man in the passenger seat, his attention focused intently on her. Her man. It made her press her thighs together as the tension built, as he roughly unbuckled her belt and unbuttoned her jeans
He pushed her knees apart and thrust his hand down the front of her jeans, strong augmented fingers cupping the soft firm flesh of her pussy. His finger, his trigger finger, probed and she spread apart, wet folds slick with need, every touch making her jump like a live wire.
He slid his first two fingers up and down as she shuddered then when they were nice and slick he found her clit and started to trace a circle around it.
She braced her legs against the footwell and tried to push her hips forward while keeping the car straight, desperate for his touch, more pressure, firmer and faster.
Mercifully the warning AUTO DRIVE ENGAGED flashed up on the screen
She goes to look at him but he grips the hair on the back of her head with an iron grip. “Eyes forward, hands on the wheel”
“Ok, OK, you win. Please can I..” she starts to beg but then his hand starts to move faster, the soft stroking now almost a pistoning thrust. She wails and grips the wheel hard as her whole body tenses and spasms
“Fuck!” Her hips jerk, the tension exploding in a wave of pleasure that makes her pussy clench and her thighs tremble. “So good…”
The car shifts down gear, slowing as it goes into auto park mode. She glances at the map as she catches her breathe, they’re in Red peaks, at the roadside just by the turn for the garbage mountain. Good job the car AC has active filters.
She lets go of the wheel and reaches across, running her hand up V’s thigh “My turn now” she purrs, gripping the impressive cock he’s packing. He’s rock hard, he loves this game as much as she does.
V grins as Panam gets to work unbuckling his designer gun belt and metalgear armoured denim jeans. He’d had his whole genitalia augmented with a top of the line Mr Studd (tm) when they reinforced his pelvis, extending the tendons that anchor the penis, adding extra vat grown tissue to rebuild the scar where a stray shotgun flechette had given him a surprise new piercing. Speedheal was done and it should all be ready to go, he wanted to give it a full work out. His girl Panam was going to be his willing victim and test subject.
She finally freed his cock from his jeans, wrapping both hands around its substantial girth
“Fuck, V, you had it chromed?”
“Caught a round in Dogtown, thought it was time for an upgrade”
“Oh, I am definitely taking that on a test drive!”
He grins but tightens his grip in her hair, pulling her head back so she had to look him in the eye. The playful eagerness is suddenly replaced with automatic obedience, the post orgasmic high makes her quiver and she can literally feel her pussy drip with excitement.
“Mouth first. Get a taste for it, you’ll get more if you’re good”
“you know I’m good” she quips but he’s already released her seatbelt and thrusts her head first at his groin.
She just opens her mouth and takes him in eagerly, groaning as she swirls her tongue around the head, working to open her throat as she strokes her lips down his shaft. She can feel the dermal lines of the implants, the small raised studs and ribs of raised tissue. Madre Dios, He’s going to feel fantastic inside her.
She starts to work her head up and down, sucking eagerly and keeping her tongue pressed to his cock.
V leaned back, one hand still tangled in Panam’s hair as she sucked his new cock. He could feel the warm wet eagerness of her mouth, the slick saliva and busy tongue. The sensation made his muscles tense, the pleasure from the sensation matched by the feeling of power he got from just watching her service his needs.
Fuck she was good. His abdomen tightened as she tongued the tip of his cock, saliva leaving trails as she licked up the first drops of precum.
His scrotum was smooth and hairless now, ridged with extra muscle. As a safety feature his combat hardwiring meant a fight would trigger his balls retracting into his body, until protected by his reinforced pelvis, and numb the sensitivity to prevent cheap shots to the balls. He had contemplated extra testicles, vat grown bio-mech organs in the abdomen that can control fertility and had options to change the colour and flavour of your ejaculate. Less legal options could add poison or drugs to the fluids for a very unexpected weapon or a way to get your partner high.
The excitement triggered that now, His sac clenching like a fist and shrinking up into him.
He was close, the tension building to a new precipice of sweet release. The question was should he cum now in her mouth or later? Then he grinned. Why not both? he’d gone for the top of the line model, his refractory period was effectively minutes and he’d stay hard as long as he wanted.
‘All night, Every Night, and she’ll never know’ as the Advert said
Panam felt his cock throb, heavy on her tongue. His fingers twisted cruelly in her hair, forcing her head down as he grunted “I’m Close”. She closed her eyes and clamped her lips around the base of his cock, gagging on the size of him. Her tongue traced the pattern of studs down the underside as her free hand gripped her breast, tugging on her nipple. The ache added to the sensations as the plug in her ass started to vibrate again, teasing her as she suddenly tasted a flood of rich salty spunk in her mouth, V’s cock pumping into her mouth as he gripped her hair. She swallowed, savoring the taste of him. Fuck, there was a lot. When had he come last? Maybe his new tech needed its pipes cleared out.
He shot the last thick jet of cum into her mouth with a contented sigh and relaxed his grip, watching her lips slide up his cock and off trailing a string of mixed cum and saliva that she licked up with a grin.
“That was fucking Nova” he grinned.
Wrapping her fingers round the base of his still hard cock she gave him an eager grin, seductively whispering “What’s your reload time now then, Studd?”
“I’m fucking pump action baby, locked and loaded and ready to go again”
she laughed, working her hand up and down his cock making pump action shotgun sounds, then realizing he really was rock hard and ready she hurriedly kicked her boots and jeans off, wiggling them down her legs into a crumpled heap on the pedals.
Popping the pop studs on the soaked through crotch of her body suit open, she turned and climbed over to straddle his lap, facing him. He puts the seat back to get more space as she hurriedly tries to line up the head of his proudly erect cock with the achingly eager heat of her pussy.
The taunt domed head slides across the slick folds of her lips and she rocks her hips, bracing on the car roof.
“there. Oh, Almost. There!” she lines his cock up and feels his head slip inside her.
His increased girth makes him fill her like never before and as she settles down onto him she slowly lets her body weight carry her down, slowly stretching her open as she impales herself on him.
She’s panting even before the first ribs and studs slip into her, face and chest flushed and eager. As the first row of studs slide in she closes her eyes and grips him tightly, moaning “Holy fuck”.
Rolling her hips she slides down lower, her thighs trembling.
Red LEDs light up under the skin of his cock, the Mr Studd VPP system – medically a 'vaginal photo-plethysmograph', a sensor that measured muscle activity and blood flow around it to gauge arousal – starts to scan and fed pleasure signals back to his cock to let him know when he’s doing it right.
The brochure called the VPP the Very Pleased Pussy meter but all V knew was that Panam was slowly sheathing herself around him, hot, wet and tight and he was loving it.
He gripped her hips, easing her down onto his cock, loving the small moans and gasps she made as he stretched her open for him, as each augmented ridge and stud slid into her.
As she leaned forward, her breasts swinging forward toward his face, he pushed up with his hips, driving the last inch into her. She gasped, eyes closed tight as she rode the thrust, the weight of the plug in her ass pressed hard on the underside of his cock.
They pause for a long moment, locked together intimately, then he pushes up with his hips, sliding just an inch or two back and forth from her slick hole. She answers with a slow circle of her hips, rolling them so the pressure shifts back and forth on his cock.
Slowly he starts to move up and down, keeping a steady rhythm to his thrusts, feeling her tight around him as he slides in and out. She braces her hands on his shoulders and starts to go faster, urging him on. He keeps his pace, reaching up to grip her swinging breasts, squeezing the firm flesh then gripping her hard nipples and pulling, making her lean forward so he can reach up and kiss her as she moans.
“Fuck…yes…” she gasps, burying her head in his shoulder as she pushes back down on him.
She turns her head, biting on his earlobe and whispering “Harder!”
V grins cruelly and grips her nipples, pulling and twisting as he thrust upward so each thrust tugged on them. She writhed against him, caught in agony and ecstasy at the burning pain in her nipples and the heat in her cunt as she gripped onto him, muscles spasming.
He feels the tension rise in them both, the rising surge in his groin and the heat in hers, he lets go of her nipples and grips her hips. She moans at the sudden release of pressure, the sharp agony now a throbbing pain thats lost in the sudden surge of pleasure as her orgasm explodes inside her, she wants to cry out but its all she can do to grip onto V and breathe ragged gasps as wave after wave of pleasure wash over her. He’s gripped her hips and is still thrusting into her, his cock throbbing as he cums but somehow each thrust catches her as her cunt spasms, pushing into her as she tightens to make her feel every throbbing vein and pulsating stud. Falling forward onto his chest she feels the tension building again, the weight in her ass gripped tight as she comes again, gripping fists full of V’s shirt and biting down on the shoulder as she screamed. She can feel him flooding her, his spunk running down her shaking thighs.
V finally breathed out, his whole body tight as a fist then he relaxes, the last throbbing spurts of cum jet from his cock as he gasps. That was fucking insane, the rewire made her orgasm drive his which drove hers, a feedback loop that went further and faster than he’d ever come. He pulled her near naked, sweaty and well fucked body down onto his and smiled.
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Wiping her sweat soaked hair from her face she fished a small bottle of spirits from a door pocket, along with a pack of pills. She popped two into her palm, then looking at V’s still swollen monster cock she added two more. “Baby blockers” she explained, washing the pills back with a slug of spirits, then offering V the bottle. She pressed the skin on her upper arm and a digital display lit up under the skin. “Contraceptive implant is still good for at least a year, but pays to be careful”
V knocks back the bottle, cheap synthetic grain style spirit with the sharp juniper and herb taste of gin and a strange musky aftertaste. It strangely that reminds him of the last time he pinned down Panam in the shower and licked her pussy until she screamed… He checks the label. ‘Estro-Gin, grain style spirit flavoured with synthetic botanicals and human hormones’. Drink too much of this stuff and guys get bitch tits but on Nomad girls it was good fun, a life of hard living and poor food often left them with low sex hormones, this stuff revved them up to a healthy sex drive.
He puts his arms around Panam and pulls her close
“So, want to make an official thing of it?”
“What, you and me?” She grins, stroking his cock in a playfully slow thoughtful manner “you need to ask?”
“You need to know I’m Dominant by nature. Know what that means?”
She gathers the drop of cum thats gathered on the tip of his cock on one finger and raises it to her lips, looking him in the eye as she licks it off her finger with a smile.
“I’ve seen the holos. You like your women in black leather, lots of chains and grovelling?
“Only if that’s what turns you on. For me its more about power. Being in control.” He tries to look serious but she’s back to slowly stroking his cock. “For driving and dealing, I’m fine with you being in charge, its your speciality. Most other stuff, we’ll be equal partners. I listen to you, you listen to me. But if its Fighting or Fucking, I’m in charge. You do what I say, when I say it, without protest or hesitation, understood?”
She realises how serious he’s being and nods, but doesn’t stop stroking.
“Think you can live with that?”
“I have to call you Master or something?” she asks huskily, grinning at the twitch his cock gives in her hand “oooh you like that idea?”
He grins at that “Not at first, but maybe later if we like it. To start with Sir will do”
“Fuck. Then Yes Sir!”
He grins and lies back “then keep stroking, my girl” his eyes flash blue “Here’s something for you”.
DOWNLOAD her interface picks up an encrypted key code
“that’s the key code for my pad at the Sunset Motel, its pretty shabby but easy parking and I’ve killed enough people in the parking lot that no one will fuck with you or your ride. I keep it well stocked so any time you need, help yourself; there’s food and drink, stuff in the armoury and wardrobe but careful, if its tagged as a ‘Favourite’ ask me first. Some of my stuff has sentimental value, some is valuable, some just weird and a lot of its dangerous.“
She gives a happy squeal and dives at him, planting a kiss on his lips “Your girl is very happy at that!”
she says, kissing him again with a grin, then more seriously “its a really big step, I know how much your privacy means to you.” she starts to talk more but V just pulls her closer into a kiss, wrapping one arm around her tightly to hold her pressed to his chest.
With the other arm he holds her hip as he thrusts upwards, burying the full length of his still rock hard cock into her in one smooth motion.
She cries out into the kiss, back arching to push against his iron grip at the sudden penetration, then her eyes roll up until just the white shows, overwhelmed by the rush of sensation. He grunts a guttural “Mine”, hips pistoning rapidly as he starts to fuck her hard and fast
She just clings to him as she feels each thrust explode into her, it’s like he’s on a mission and she’s just along for the ride. She’s seeing stars, each thrust slams into her and shoots a shock of pleasure up her spine
With a free hand she fumbles in the mesh bag on the back of the drivers seat, finds an auto injector with a red cross and green stripes on it and slams it into her thigh.
The shielded needle jabs into the muscle and pumps a shot of Bounce Back stamina booster into her system.
Almost immediately she feels the head spinning feeling recede as synthetic stimulants energise her and painkillers mask the aches and pains. Getting her second wind she braces herself and starts to push back onto him as he thrusts, tensing her muscles as she wants to feel every studded inch of him fill her up.
He’s going to ruin her at this rate. The idea makes her fucking melt, like a flood of molten gold from her chest down inside her to wash over his cock. The fantasy that he’s drilling her out, reformatting her, making her pussy so that only he can fit, only he could fuck. It’s not something she’s every thought about, not something she’d ever dreamed would turn her on this much, Hell, it was against every ideal of freedom and individuality she had but now, here, in this sweaty car fuck there’s nothing she wants more. “Yours!” she answers, a desperate cry that pushes him over the edge suddenly, his face contorting as he thrusts deep into her and holds there, cock throbbing as he comes. He’s still, his whole body stiff as he pulses into her and she pushes back onto him, clenching her muscles to hold him, wanting more, needing more… desperately close to coming yet he’s holding her tight, helpless for a moment. Then he pulls back and thrusts again, a rapid jackhammering of his hips as his spasm ends that tips her over the edge and her orgasm roars through her like a desert storm, loosing all sense and reason to a thundering noise in her ears.
She slumps forward, gasping.
“Fucking Nova. That was.. was.. I don’t know. Fuck, V.”
He lifts her chin and raises his head to kiss her softly on the lips
“That’s My girl” with a knowing grin “Catch your breath then lets head over to Westbrook, I’ve something I want to show you...”
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It takes more than a few minutes to get cleaned up, Panam had a pack of wet wipes in a door pouch but wiping V’s cock down just made him hard again, and cleaning up the sticky mess down her thighs ended with her straddling V and humping his fist as he massaging her throbbing pussy with a wad of cooling wipes. After the mighty fucking the tingling sensation and soft silkiness was a welcome chance for her throbbing cunt, but she still came as hard as before, breathlessly kissing V as she rocked her hips, feeling her muscles spasm and grip, her asshole pulsing tight on the hard weight of the plug.
“Damn, we’re never going to get moving” she sighs into his ear “you’re rock hard and ready to go again”
He laughs and slides her across back into the passenger seatbelt
“I’ll last a few minutes, lets get going”
She wiggles into her jeans “So where we going?”
He blinks, headware sending her a location “Know the old lot on the end of Milagro Terrace?”
“the old derelict drive in? Sure”
“That’s the place, lets go”
Panam started the engine, biting her lip as the plug in her ass throbbed into life in sync. “damn, that thing woke up again”
“It does something for you, doesn’t it?”
“I never really tried it before.” Reaching over, she ran her hand up and down V’s erection, answering in a husky tone “I think it’s more to do with present company, Sir” She smiles as his cock twitches “think you like the idea just as much as I do the feel of the plug” she wiped a drop of cum that was forming on the head off his cock off with a fingertip and made a show of licking it off slowly.
He grins “think you can take things a bit harder, rougher?”
She shudders in anticipation “Fuck yes!”
“Then get moving, girl!”
She jams the car into drive and floors the accelerator, making them jump forward and swerve into a gap in traffic. Weaving through the already speeding traffic they cut through Red Rock and hang a right turn, past the mega rich housing and down towards North Oak and the City. Every shift and surge of the engine is echoed by the powerful little vibrator and through her tight little asshole to every nerve in her body. By the time they reach their destination she’s breathing fast, the excitement building again. Perching on the end of Milagro Terrace was a compound with a high fence, a locked off car entrance and a sign announcing it was “The Silver Pixel Cloud drive-in theatre”
“Never really got this place, why watch a movie in your car when you can just chip it?”
“it’s an old school thing, started way back before digital. But that’s why the place when bust, no one wanted to watch out of date movies”
V leaned out and keyed in the Access code 00000
“they reset the security to defaults when they shut down the system” He explains as the gate rises “Drive in and park us in the middle”
“get out”
She slips her boots back on, barefoot is asking to find broken glass and old needles on a lot like this.
V checks his remote link to the car controls and grabs a roll of gloss black rubber bondage tape from his jacket. It looks like a reel of duct tape shrink wrapped with the label “Booty call buddy = we truss em, you stuff em”, but the thick rubber is engineered to grip itself without needing any glue.
Panam stands and stretches, looking round the derelict lot. She feels charged, like a live wire. Her olive green body suit is dark with sweat, loosely tucked into her tight, well filled jeans. As V comes round the car with a look of playful cruelty on his face she cups her breasts, tweaking her already erect nipples so they’re clearly visible through the cloth and grinning as her teasing gets a look of lust from him
“So, what’s the game now?” she asks, biting her lip.
V grins and moves faster than she can blink, suddenly right next to her, his hand in her hair pulling her head back roughly, his lips on hers, tongue in her mouth, breath hot as he easily overpowers her.
She gasps as he’s moving again, turning her around and twisting her arm up behind her back, holding her with the strength of his augmented arms, pulling her other arm up. Slick black tape wraps around her wrists, binding her arms behind her. He grabs the front of her top, jerking the whole think up to her neck and off, letting her full breasts swing free as he wraps the tape around her chest tightly under her breasts to pin her arms, then round again higher around her chest to frame her breasts between the rubber straps.
She’d roughly slammed down onto the hood of the car, enough to knock the breath from her and cruelly crush her breasts against the metal vibrating with the power of the throbbing engine.
Swift strong hands unbuckle her belts and suddenly her jeans are around her ankles, her ass up and exposed to the world.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful” V growls, one hand now tangled in her hair again holding her down over the hood, the other grabbing a handful of her plentiful ass. He rubs his fingers down between her legs, spreading the softly swollen flesh of her pussy apart, sliding in the slick of her eager excitement.
“Maybe I should get you a full set of mox studs down here” He teases her lips, stroking her up and down “really amp up your erogenous zones”
She moans and pushes back onto his hand, trying to rub up and down for more sensation “I’d never stop coming if you did”
He laughs and takes remote control of the car, revving the engine. The hood throbs against her chest, vibrations on her achingly hard nipples and The plug in her ass vibrates in answer.
V activates the drive control and checks the cars cameras. As well as the normal front and rear view, there are clusters of cameras all over to track the traffic.
He activates the cameras set in front of the front wheel, set so you could pull out at junctions without blind spots. He’d got Panam bent over the hood right on top of it, between her knees
Front right camera. Extend.
Rotate 90 vertical
Illuminate White. Low
The camera swivels out and turns upward, illuminating her hand busy stroking her wet and eager cunt.
He looks back at the main building
LINK to Projector
Initiate Live stream
As the drive in theatres projector boots up he leans forward and asks her “Ever want to be a movie star?”
From the building behind them the machinery struggles into life, powering on as it got new commands
Floodlights dim
Screen lights up
High rez digital projector ON
Panam shudders as she feels the head of his cock sliding up and down her slit, teasing the entrance that craves his girth. She tries to push back but his grip is too strong, the tight rubber straps are making it hard to breathe and the hot metal under her is vibrating in time with the hard weight of the plug in her ass, the whole thing is overwhelming and making her head spin.
Then the lights go up and he jerks her head back, so she can see on the huge drive in screen a wall of wet and slippery pink flesh, a huge purple dome of a cock slipping back and forth as it teases her, she gasps as she sees it slip inside and she feels his cock inside her. She watches every inch in high definition slide into her, stretching her open, watching her grip on his cock as he pulls back, so detailed she can read the serial number on his implant stud.
V holds her down and thrusts himself as deep as he can, watching himself on the drive in screen in ultra close up. She wide eyed in shock, watching the screen as he jams into her, using her like a vibrating toy as the weight of the plug in her ass strokes the top of his cock.
Panam has never really felt shy before but seeing her most intimate parts and acts displayed on a huge screen makes her feel helpless and exposed. She struggles, but the fist in her hair holds her down, the cock in her pinning her down as V amps up his pace and she’s fucked harder and faster than she’s ever had before.
Suddenly the whole thing is too much, the orgasm comes out of nowhere and kicks her hard, making her jerk and push back, gasping for more as wave after wave of pleasure pulse through her, making her grip the rock hard augmented cock and feeling the weight of the plug in her ass.
“Fuck! Oh Fuck. Too much!” She feels the sensation wash through her, a flood that recedes then comes back full force again and again.
V doesn’t break his rhythm “Don’t worry, i know you can take it” and he pushes on, making her shudder as the small hard studs of the implants ran over her sensitive opening, teasing as she clenched down on his girth. As he finally felt his release he leaned forward, twisting her head back to growl “You are MINE” as he comes, pumping load after load into her quivering cunt.
Head swimming, she slumps forward, spent.
V kills the lights.
When she’s thinking straight again they’re in the back seat of the car, curled up in a nest of bedrolls, cables and trash that’s piled back there. V’s unbound her from the tough rubbery straps and she’s lying on him, naked. There is a sticky aching mess between her legs and her arms and legs ache like she’s run a race but the exhaustion feels well earned. She looks up at his face, peaceful and sated. “You are one kinky weird fuck.”
he smiles “Yup. And you love it”
She snuggles up under his arm and rests her head on his chest “yes sir. Yes sir I do”
V arms the locks and tamper alarm and they both slip into a deep dreamless sleep.
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The Johnny Silverhand
by How to Drink on youtube
https://youtu.be/c9tMbVU9ymY?si=vTE3NRZFu74_NyfU
Rim a glass with lime juice and chipotle smoked chilli
in a mixing glass put 12ml simple syrup
a dash of Augustora bitters
a dash of orange bitters
60ml Tequila
add Ice, stir and strain into the rimmed serving glass glass.
Pour in 90ml of a dry strong beer. https://lostabbey.com/beer/agave-maria/