Torc, page 7
part #17 of Galactic Cyborg Heat Series
“The Captain is dealing with it as we speak. Their failure to take this seriously could cost all your lives. That is not acceptable to us. They will have one chance to adhere to the requirements as per their contract with us or they will be secured for the rest of the journey or dropped off for everyone’s safety.”
“Locked up?” she squeaked.
“Secured.”
Kate didn’t much like the sound of that. He might say secured but they all knew what that meant. If those people couldn’t be trusted, they were in lock up or put off somewhere.
“We will be returning to the ship momentarily.” The Cyborg continued. “We hope you understand the seriousness of making this work. If the ship fails, it will probably mean most of the Cyborgs are dead and an emergency evac is the only option for your survival. The ships self-destruct will be in effect. Evac Cyborgs are designated to their stations no matter what. The evac ships will launch with as many Cyborgs for protection that can get on board. Others will defend the staging areas so you can get away. These ships come with defences and have some of the best engines in the Empire. There is every chance that our ships will be much faster that our attackers. Launching free and clear should be an easy option. The Space Station will automatically be alerted to what is going on and re-enforcements will be on their way. If necessary, a suitable planet will be located until found. Now, if you are all ready. We will be returning to the ship, where hot drinks and food will be available.” He glazed over again, and the ship’s engines started to rev up.
OMG. Kate grasped her seats safety harness with both hands, her mind made up. There was no way she was ever going to be late to a drill.
***
Torc looked at the data of Katherine having made the ship with ease, while he looked over the 13.7% that hadn’t. His men had gathered them all up and brought them to him in the social area in the centre of the ship. Torc bit back the unnecessary emotion this had caused him. It was enough they’d failed, and he would deal with that. The fact that they’d had to wake some of them up was concerning. They’d managed to sleep through the alarm. Others had ignored it entirely and gone in search of food and drink instead. It wasn’t good enough.
He waited a few minutes until the evac ships that had launched could be seen through the ships windows and those before him started to notice. Then he gave it to them straight and showed the ship going through the real life evac earlier. Be late and you get left behind was the clear message. 3.5 Minutes to get their asses to the ships or their fate was whatever the Pirates decided. They watched as some people strolled through the ship ignoring the urgency on the screen, but it wasn’t enough, and the door closed on those ships without them. Some turned to look at those people now in the room with them. Those smiling at seeing themselves on screen shifted to embarrassment.
“You can’t just leave us,” someone called out understanding dawning.
“Actually, we can. This situation is not of my making. You have all had ample opportunity to know what you need to do. Not doing that, you endanger others on this ship while you go for coffee or don’t get up. I will not risk my men coming after you. If we have to do a full evac of this ship, it is likely most of the Cyborgs will be dead and the self-destruct is in operation. So, if you do not comply, I’ll jettison your ass first chance I get.” Torc told him. The male visibly shrunk under his glare.
“You can’t do that!” another one called out. All their names, businesses, family, age, illnesses, room number, food options and more, filtered across his optic.
Torc smiled. It wasn’t friendly. “I suggest you read your contracts people. Adhere to the terms of this ship or you get off. How you get off during the voyage is at my discretion. This is not a luxury cruiser. This is a war machine. One that has been informed of a possible treat. You get one chance to get with the programme. This happens again and you put lives at risk with your stupidity, you will be secured for the rest of the journey or left at the nearest post.”
Torc left the social room. He’s men could deal with anything that came up and report back. Human stupidity left him cold. It had cost far too many Cyborg lives already and he had no tolerance for it.
***
Chapter Four
Kate looked at the vid mail again. Not sure what had happened. She’d been given a larger shop and allocated a technician to support with the work she wanted completed. It said nothing about what that was going to cost her, only that it was now part of a new contract which she’d opened and to her surprise, the price had been the same. It just stated that due to recent changes, this shop was more suitable for her needs.
Kate was over joyed. It seemed too good to be true. The size of the shop and its location was a lot better than she’d originally contracted for. Kate wondered what ‘recent changes’ the Admiral was referring to. Had the Space Station made changes to the shop layouts? Maybe a problem had cropped up, taking her original shop out of the offing…? Part of her wanted to ask ‘what changes’ but it was such a good deal and she didn’t want to jinx it, didn’t want to rock the boat or Space Station in this case. Things happened. Changes happened. For once it seemed to be in her favour.
Signing the contract, she sent it back just as the emergency lock down alarm sounded. Kate looked up at the vid screen. At least she didn’t have to go anywhere. She was already in her room. Kate checked the time on the data pad. 23.48. Most people would be in their rooms so little interruption this time.
Torc had been true to his word. For two weeks since the full evac run that hadn’t gone well, the rumour mill had been going at full speed. They knew he’d run one or the other emergency drills, every day, at all times of the day and night to knock them into shape. Within a couple of days, she’d noticed a difference in people. Those that had previously not made it, no longer took it to be a joke. People turned up on time. Went through the process without complaining. Whatever the Captain had done to stop those not taking it seriously, had worked.
Now, into their third week, the alarm had gone off twice. No prompt and at any time of the day or night continued. That made perfect sense to her. An attack could come at any time. When she’d taken the berth, she hadn’t thought it would be this intense. She didn’t think anyone had.
The alarm ended. Thank the gods! The noise was grating, and she couldn’t brush the feeling off of being hemmed in. She knew she was spending too much time in her room. She was going stir crazy if she was stuck in this room for much longer! Kate stood and stretched, shaking out her limbs, longing to get there. Taking several much needed breaths. The ship kept to the Old Earth time clock. As did the Space Station. It made sense. Using a standardised time that everyone could work with. She’d read somewhere that people needed a sense of day and night to aid with their mental health. Some resources on the Space Station were open 24/7 but most, kept to day light hours. Her shop would too.
Her mind wandered to Torc. He’d pulled everyone in line. Not that she’d seen him since that last time. Kate felt sad about that. He’d been kind to her, and she’d liked his unpressured company. Until it was, that is. She frowned. It had changed everything. Her mind was never far from what he’d said to her. She would be working and an image or something he’d said would surface and she’d want to explore it in some detail making her hot and uncomfortable. She was like an animal in heat herself it seemed. She’d gone over it so many times in the quiet hours. Spending too much time in her room, giving her too much time to think. Kate rubbed at her temples. She’d wanted to get out of her room so many times over the past few weeks but didn’t want to run the risk of bumping into him, making things worse for either of them.
Part of her thought they needed to talk. But if she were honest, it wasn’t talking she was really interested in. She wanted to see him with her own eyes, touch him if he’d let her. She’d read everything she could on what he’d told her, but she still couldn’t see how it had affected them so quickly. Maybe he’d been mistaken? She’d admit he didn’t look mistaken. Kate’s body pulsed at the thought of those intense eyes, her breathing hitched. What would it be like to be the sole focus of such intensity….? Her body responded and she clutched her thighs and muscles together. He’d smelt her desire….. he’d said. She couldn’t deny that she’d been turned on during that conversation. He was just so……. Big. He seemed to fill the room and she remembered that at that moment, he was all she’d seen. All she’d….. wanted?
Kate blinked. Shit. It wasn’t the first time that random thought had crossed her mind. Had she wanted him? Maybe….. Images of him naked and taking her flooded her mind. His hands and mouth on her. Kate bit back the intense response her body made. Damn. If that kept up, she’d be needing another release.
What was wrong with her? She never lusted after men! Was never so desperate for her own release! Well, hardly ever. She liked eye candy as much as the next woman, but she never had such an intense reaction as she did to Torc and he hadn’t touched her yet. Eye candy had always been a bit of fun up to now. An Oooo la la moment. Not, I need to get laid now response. Was she ill? Kate touched her forehead. She didn’t feel hot. She didn’t feel ill.
Had he made her like this? Had she somehow caught something from him? Unknowingly? Her mind worked through their time together. He’d touched her if only slightly. Had he passed something on to her without knowing? Or deliberately? Kates eyes widened. Had he infected her with something? It had been getting worse…. Kate picked up her data pad and send a request to him. If he’d done this to her, he could bloody well explain it and fix it!
***
The latest report from the last drill came across his optics. No major problems. Most passengers had been in their rooms anyway and the stragglers had made their way back quickly. A few were a bit worse for ware, he’d be talking to the bar staff about that. No one could be allowed to be so intoxicated that they couldn’t act safely. One human appeared to have a drinking problem not disclosed on their contract. It was likely to be terminated unless he got help. Not that he was causing problems, just slow reactions to the alarms and Torc wasn’t so happy to see he was berthed next to Katherine.
As if thinking of her brought her to him. Her ping for communication filtered to the forefront of his data stream. He could easily answer it but the opportunity to see her in person, after these last few weeks was too much of a temptation. Shutting down his info stream, Torc sent an acknowledgement and passed control of the ship to Iced, making his way off the Bridge towards the female that consumed his mind and his body.
His data told him exactly how long it had been since he’d last seen her with his own eyes. He had known her every movement but, his sensors told him it wasn’t enough. He’d been finding it….. difficult not to find some way of seeing her, meeting her. Knowing that he might not be welcome had held him back. Just. He didn’t want to distress the female any more than he already had. It wasn’t right, a Cyborg distressing a female. They’d all agreed, never again.
He didn’t dare pull the essence of her from his memory banks and savoured it once more. The chances of doing that and being unaffected, was slim or practically non-existent. He would be playing with fire. Tempting himself to be out of control. It had been close before in her company. It was risky to do so again.
He knew exactly how long it had been since he’d been completely out of control. They never forgot a thing. The data easily flowed across his optic giving him the exact year, month, day and time. Torc gritted his teeth as he walked through the ship. He didn’t need the reminder, but he got it anyway. It was as natural a response to him as breathing.
Not since that last encounter before the war ended. He’s senses had been compromised. He’d been cornered and outnumbered and like a wounded animal and he’d done what come naturally. Severing his emotions and pain receptors, injured and alone, his back to the wall, he’d done what he had to. He’d ratchet it up to survival mode and attacked. He won the day, but it had come at a heavy price. He still carried the scars and now that his emotions were active once more, the consequences were a real concern.
The time stamp told him it was decades ago. With the female it was a different kind of ‘out of control’. He’d felt the sharp edges of it when he’d been with her in the bar. The rise had been slow burning and it had been driven by passion and need, not fear and anger. But once he’d grasped it, understood it for what it was, it was front and centre in his mind. Carnal need soared through him. Torc stopped as he approached her corridor.
Maybe this was unwise?
***
Kate exited the shower quickly barely drying off before pulling on her PJs. The shower hadn’t helped. She felt worse. Edgy. Now she was wide awake too! Bloody hell…. The knowledge that she was acting out of character wasn’t helping either. Just gave her something else to worry about. She’d never had to resort to showering in cool water to cool off before getting on this ship and all the time, images of the Torc in her mind were hot, really hot. Sure, she’d given herself plenty of relief over the years, she was human but none had been so satisfyingly or as good, as thoughts of Torc with her.
Heat flared up her neck and face at the images she’d just ran through her mind to bring herself to climax. His imaginary hands, mouth, lips and that cock bringing her to a devastatingly good climax. She’d not been able to stifle the cry of pleasure as it detonated, sure his cock was going to be as big and broad as he was. Kate blew out a shuddering breath as she reached the replicator and asked for brandy. It had been way too damn good…. Bone rattling …. Jelly quivering …. Pantingly good…
Torc heard her cry from the end of the corridor nearly 100yards away and it broke any sense of caution. Attuned to her sound, his sensors told him it sounded like a cry of distress. But there was something else, he couldn’t place it. Torc started moving. Running the length of the corridor as fast as his Cyborg legs could carry him. Cooled his heels a little as he approached. He didn’t want to get this wrong and could hear her moving inside and the sound of glass. Data told him she was alone. No one else had entered her room. Torc had the unwanted emotion of…. fear. Fear for her. Of not knowing if she was ok. He knocked on the door harder than intended and took some pressure off the pounding and stood back. He was already to over ride the lock when it opened. And there she stood. Wet, glass in hand. Were those bunny’s on her clothes? He’d never seen anything look so fucking good…
Then her scent hit him… soaring up from her and the room through the open door and swimming around him. Thick and heady. He could scent the pleasure in the air. She’d been in the shower pleasuring herself…. Torc’s eyes flared. It was too much. His body fired. Every system coming online without him triggering them. Reaching out faster than she could track, he grasped her neck as he moved into the room, pulling her to him while engaging the door to shut behind him. A ping to the ship’s computer locked the door. He took the glass and slung back the drink, putting it on the table next to her. His eyes never leaving her face. Her scent spiked, more desire filled the air. He liked that. Torc leant down towards her as he lifted her head up to him.
“You started without me female,” he told her running his thumb along her jaw line. “Looks like I have some catching up to do. Did you think of me in the shower Katherine? Did images of my cock ramming into you, my mouth on your clit make you come hard female? Or was it my mouth on your breasts…. My teeth teasing and nipping at you’re nipples….. Was it good for you?”
Suddenly he was here. In her room. Touching her. Talking to her, asking if she enjoyed coming. She didn’t even think about what to say and just nodded. It had been good. Wasn’t she meant to be annoyed with him….
“Imagination is a good thing….. the real thing better…. I have a lot to give female and you need to know what you’re getting.” He took her hand and rubbed it along the length of his cock, through the material. “Feel that female, feel how hard I am for you….. do you like that?” Kate could only nod again, she did like it. “Do you want it? You know what it comes with…. Me.” Kates mouth watered. His eyes held a beautiful golden hue. They were mesmerising. God did she want it…. It comes with me, he’d just said…. Was that important? She couldn’t remember as his hand caressed hers over his bulbus tip, it was large and very tempting. Would that fit? She had a moment of panic and suddenly his cock was free of his clothing and her hand slid up and down on his hot shaft. Kate’s mouth dried up. Her body pulsed. “Decide now. All or nothing.” He demanded.
There was be no more time, no more space. His sense of honour told him he’d done what he could. Allowed her all the time he had. The pull of the female was just too great. Her desire thick in the air around him, called to him. She needed him and responded by squeezing his cock. He read the heat and fire in her body as it flared with desire. She wanted him but he held back. Running her hand up and down his exposed cock. It felt so good. He moved her hand faster. She’d have to say the words. Pre-cum slipped free of its top and he rubbed her hand over it and down his shaft. “Feel my cum female I want to rub that all over you, spill deep inside you. Have you scent of me.” Was her heat for him or the enticement of what he could do for her? Logic. He didn’t want to hear. Torc’s hand shook as he held her neck with his other hand. Was he really giving her a choice?
It was on the tip of her tongue to say, I want it all, strip and fuck me, when the evac lockdown alarm sounded, slowly penetrating her need. What the….. Suddenly he was gone from her. He’d stepped back and was glazed over while he tucked himself away. Shit she needed the air. Reaching out to steady herself on the table she looked up at him and guessed he was communicating with the ship. Kate took a few deep breaths to calm herself. She was on fire. This wasn’t what she’d planned at all.
