Venusian Nights

Chapter 0

Rose shifted her weight uneasily as she watched the elevator floor indicator tick up. She adjusted her bra and smacked her chewing gum with a sigh as she closed her eyes, mentally preparing herself for the task at hand. The Venusian skyline began to fall away outside, and the artificiality of the sky began to make itself known as she got closer to the roof of the biodome.

The elevator slowed its ascent and made a soft ding as the doors opened to reveal a luxurious penthouse apartment. Real wood furniture, hand woven carpets, modernist sculptures that burbled with flowing water, nothing in this penthouse was prefab, and Rose suspected it cost more than her cybernetic body several times over.

Twenty years ago, full body cyborgs were relegated to experimental medical prototypes, cybernetics had come far, but not that far. That is until the Dragon War. Colonies went dark, the Martian navy was decimated, Earth burned. Times were desperate. Rose was just a 17 year old kid living in the slums of Titan when she volunteered to go under the knife, like so many other kids just like her.

Rose strutted through the penthouse, her generous hips swaying in rhythm to the click of her six inch heels. She briefly checked herself out in the ornate mirror on the way to her destination. She was a tall goddess, with lean muscled legs that ended in an ample posterior barely contained by her short shorts. Her washboard midriff led down to the throbbing bulge in her pants and up to her perky C cup breasts which were only covered by an adhesive bra. She ruffled her short red hair that crowned her freckled face. She took a deep breath and put on her game face, pouting her pastel blue lips and summoned a horny bitch energy, before stuffing her hands down the pockets of her cropped vat-leather jacket.

Rose came to a set of wooden doors with golden handles. Fishing a key from her pocket, she unlocked the doors and swung them wide to let the light from the hallway stream into the darkened bedroom, silhouetting her form against the far wall. The bedroom looked comfortable, if a bit austere. Chic hidden cabinetry, with minimal furniture save for a few high backed chairs, a chaise lounge, all real leather. One entire wall was a single floor to ceiling window that looked out onto the city. Partially divided from the bedroom was the master bath, a luxurious space with a jacuzzi and shower, a quartz counter with two sinks and a well used but organized vanity.

Dominating the room was a large baroque four-poster bed, and sitting at it's foot was a slender black haired woman, chewing on her lip in lieu of a cigarette. She had her legs crossed, her hair in a bun, and her body was wrapped in a finely tailored pants suit. Her silver prosthetic arms crossed. It was her client, Lynda Drake.

Ms. Drake looked to the side and said indignantly, "You're late."

"Where are we?" asked Rose flatly.

A subtle blush entered Lynda's cheeks as she remembered the fantasy she paid for, and the imperious tone fell away, "The bedroom."

Rose slowly approached her, "And when we're in the bedroom," she placed a hand on Lynda's cheek and directed her gaze up and into her eyes, "how are you to address me?"

A timid whisper came forth that was a mockery of the imperious tone she was accustomed to using in her regular life, "...Mistress."

Letting all the husk she could muster come flowing from her chest, Rose's laughter bubbled, "Mmmmm... good girl," and moved to kiss her client, stopping just before their lips made contact, their hot breaths mingling in the air between, before Rose pushed Lynda down onto the bed, "Too bad you're still a brat."

Rose could see the confusion and lust mingling on her client's face, a woman who didn't know how to handle herself, wasn't used to not being in control, but couldn't wait for what was about to happen next.

Rose ripped off her bra and straddled Lynda, pinning the woman down with her thighs. Rose put a finger to her chin and thought for a moment while she looked down at her prey. Pupils were beginning to dilate and gears were churning uselessly behind Lynda's eyes. Rose thought to herself, that bun has to go, but first... Rose slowly unzipped her pants until her beautifully sculpted cock sprang forth, slapping Lynda in the face as it did so.

"Mmm... what an introduction," Rose quipped.

Lynda was slightly taken aback by Rose's 7 inch robocock, until Rose commanded her. "Well? Make nice, give us a kiss."

Lynda hesitated before pursing her lips and softly kissing Rose's cock on her soft underside. Rose held back a gasp as she felt lips on her sensitive skin, and watched as Lynda explored as much of her cock as she could from between Rose's thighs. Eager to please, hoping for what pleasure it might bring in return.

Rose moved off Lynda who followed her up, leaning back on the palms of her hands. Rose grabbed Lynda's bun and pulled the hair tie away, letting Lynda's long black hair fall into waves of jet black that spilled over her shoulders and framed her face, softening her features. For a moment, Rose was stunned by her beauty, lost in her hazel eyes. She felt like she was succumbing to gravity as she fell into Lynda's soft lips, and nearly forgot her purpose as they passionately explored each other. She moved her hands to undo Lynda's blouse and cup her petite breasts. She wished to slow down, savor every inch of Lynda's body, make love to her. But that wasn't what she was hired to do, she was hired to fuck, hard. Rose grabbed Lynda's hair and pulled her away, at the same moment she pinched and pulled at Lynda's left nipple, which elicited a whorish moan from Lynda as her mouth opened in a wide 'O'. Rose took her opportunity and spit into Lynda's open mouth before forcing her down onto her breasts.

Lynda's eyes opened wide as she eagerly suckled at Rose's shapely tits, while her hands journeyed behind Rose to kneed at her taut ass. Rose closed her eyes and focused on the attention her nipples were receiving. She gasped in surprise when she felt Lynda's teeth nip and pull at her erect nipple. Rose decided she wasn't playing around anymore, she pushed Lynda down onto the bed and began removing her clothes at a speed just shy of ripping them. Rose sat above Lynda, looking down at her lithe form, unmarred pale Venusian skin, save for a pair of sliver prosthetic arms attached at the shoulders. Her arms were elegant, filigreed, but unmistakably mechanical. Rose moved down her torso, kissing and biting at Lynda's stomach until she reached her thighs. Rose gently opened her legs and Lynda obliged, exposing her blooming vulva to the cool air. Rose opened her mouth and drew her tongue up the length of Lynda's inner thigh, causing her to shiver as she grew closer to the nexus of her pleasure. With her fingertips, Rose gently spread Lynda's vulva before diving in, kissing and suckling at her engorged folds.

Lynda closed her eyes and allowed herself to let out small moans as Rose's tongue explored her. Suddenly, her eyes shot open and she gasped with surprise as Rose's tongue began to penetrate deeper and deeper. Rose grinned ear to ear as she pulled away from Lynda's pussy while her inhumanly long cyber-tongue remained inside her, writhing and vibrating. Lynda gripped the sheets and arched her back as she was assaulted by overwhelming sensation. Rose grabbed her petite hips and held her down as she increased the intensity of her prehensile tongue's action, sending more power to the microvibrators that lined it's length and expertly targeting Lynda's g-spot with writhing waves of muscular motion. Lynda's orgasm came heralded by a lustful scream as she crushed down on Rose's tongue with all her might. Rose matched her motions with the rhythm of Lynda's spasms, keeping her client's orgasm going for as long as she could manage.

Lynda had barely cooled off when Rose pulled her tongue out of her pussy, letting it hang down to about half-way up her chest, before retracting it into her mouth, savoring the taste of Lynda's depths. "Don't get too comfy now, that was only the appetizer"

Rose flipped Lynda, who was too cum-drunk to do anything but go limp in Rose's arms. Rose pulled Lynda's petite ass up and with one hand, lined up her now fully erect robocock with Lynda's cunt. Lynda let out a long satisfied moan as Rose slid inside her drenched pussy. Rose, fully hilted, sat there for a moment, enjoying the simple pleasure of being inside her, letting her presence be known as she flexed her cock under Lynda's tight grip.

Lynda let out a low moan from deep in her chest when Rose turned on the microvibrators installed on her cock. Lynda's whole body felt like it was filled with electric current as the powerful vibrations traveled down her spine, causing her lips to tremble through sheer vibration. Lynda started to get up onto the palms of her hands before Rose grabbed her hair and shoved her face into the pillows.

Face down, ass up, Rose began to fuck Lynda. Slowly at first, she graduated to long powerful thrusts. Rose lost track of how many times Lynda came, before the peaks of her pleasure began to blur together as Rose pounded her pussy. Rose's carnal hunger began to take over and her own pleasure began to rise as she buried herself deep in Lynda. Lynda's constant incoherent whimpers and moans provided a backing vocal to the staccato clap of flesh on flesh.

Using Lynda as a fucktoy, Rose found herself growing closer and closer to orgasm. Her cybernetic body sang with pleasure as her cock spasmed in anticipation, her prosthetic testicles tightened up. She gripped her left breast hard and tweaked her nipple as she felt herself crest. She indulged one... two hard thrusts, buried herself deep and cried out as she felt something uncoil inside her. Her hot thick synthetic cum came rushing out in powerful pumps, leaving Lynda with a pool of satisfying warmth.

Rose had to fight to not collapse on top of Lynda as her afterglow suffused her synthetic flesh. After a moment of deep breathing, Rose pulled out of Lynda leaving a trail of cum dribbling out of her pussy. Lynda had just about passed out, as she hugged a pillow, thoroughly turned to mush. Rose got up and set about retrieving her clothes, slowly redressing as she shook off waves of fatigue.

Rose opened the door and was about to leave, when she heard a small voice behind her, "Wait, don't leave."

Rose turned back to Lynda. She had drawn the sheets around her and she looked... small, vulnerable. "But the contract---"

Lynda regained some of the confidence she displayed in her normal life, but there was an honesty to it, she wasn't trying to hide anything, "Forget about the contract... I... I don't want to be alone right now."

The thought of the long ride back to her apartment sounded exhausting to Rose, and Lynda's bed looked ever so comfy. She closed the door, and stripped before sliding under the sheets with Lynda.

"Any other changes to the contract I should be aware of?"

"I'm sorta new to this, I... just want you to hold me."

Rose smiled, "In the bedroom or out and about, hugs are always free."

Lynda bit her lip, "What about kisses?"

"For a cutie like you... I'll make an exception."

Their breath mingled and they fell into a passionate kiss that felt like it lasted an eternity, neither woman breaking it as their hands explored each other's bodies without urgency. Soon sleep overtook them as their bodies remained intertwined throughout the night.