A New Future - Part 1

 

The Capture

Sprinting past boxes and dumpsters in the alley, the smell of wet garbage rushes up your nose as you pass it by, puddles of dirty water covering your shins. Accumulated trash and water fall from the sky as rain washes the gutters clean, but you push on regardless, spurred on by the electronic laughing behind you. Living under Melware's eye is a pain at times, but you were never that affected by it until now. You found a letter in your door yesterday tipping you off to Mel's newest scheme, kidnapping random people and hiding backups of her files somewhere inside their bodies. Usually the victims don't ever find out about it but since you know about it now, Melware has taken it as a game to find and catch you. Turning a corner, you sidestep a man lying on a pile of cardboard, ignoring his annoyed grumbles as you make your way back to the main street. Every street light, camera and electronic sign flashes white, a red eye sliding into view. Off in the distance on some unseen PA system you can hear her calling out "I see you..."

People brush past you on the sidewalk, doing their best to stay out of the virus' gaze and going on about their own business. Staying in the city is going to be impossible, it seems. Too many eyes for Melware to find you. Your only hope is to somehow make it out of the city limits and find some rural town with no internet or limited technology. Not easy to find in current year, but there has to be something out there. Stuffing your hand in your pocket, you close your fingers around your phone, letting it fall out onto the concrete as you walk away. You have to assume that any electronics can be used to find you, and walking out of here will take too long. Hopefully you can find an old car with no fancy electronics to keep you under the radar.

Ducking your head, you try to keep pace with the crowd, hiding amongst the bodies from Melware's prying eyes. Every so often you push your way to the edge of the sidewalk to keep an eye out for some ancient model car to take you out of the city. Unfortunately you notice Melware's gaze following you every step of the way, coming from the wiring overhead and store displays. You make it to the end of the block when suddenly the crowd parts from you and a loud crack rings out overhead. Looking up, you see a flash of red and a shower of sparks pour down onto the street, a live wire twisting in the rain. It looks like something or someone is covering your escape and you take the opportunity to run to the edge of the curb to find a ride. With a deep rumble, an old van pulls up across the street, the driver waving you over.

"Come on, get in! We're here to help you!"

More sparks land on your head, causing you to duck and pull your jacket up to cover your exposed skin. Giving a brief glance both ways, you step off the curb and head towards the van when you hear the screech of tires from around the corner. Before you can reach the van, a car speeds towards you, but you don't see a driver behind the wheel. Frozen in place, you look back to the sidewalk but the crowd has formed a wall of people, facing away but blocking any entry back to safety. You try to run across the street but the car reaches you mid step, sending you through the windshield and into the front seat. It takes a second to clear your head from the impact, but you're already long gone from the corner, the car's engine humming louder as it drives itself. 

Adjusting yourself in the chair, you pull on the driver's side door but nothing happens. Reaching over, you try the passenger side with the same results, the windows also remain unresponsive. As you sit and try to figure out a way to escape a slight hiss escapes from the vents, and your vision begins to blur. You realize that Melware must have taken control of the car and is taking you somewhere, but you can't see any way out, except maybe the shattered windshield. With no other choice, you fight off the effects of the sedative as best you can, crawling up the dashboard, but a quick swerve knocks you back into the seat. Unable to resist any further, your eyes gradually close as rain splatters across your skin.

"Hey, wakey wakey. You gonna sleep all day or what?"

A familiar voice fills the room as fingers pry your eyelids open and a bright light blinds you for a second, shocking you awake. You try to rub your eyes but your wrists remain locked in place by restraints. Your eyes focus gradually, and a figure starts to come into view. A girl with white hair tied back into a ponytail and a cropped black jacket stands in front of you, staring you up and down. 

"You know, usually people come along without an issue, you're the first one to give me such a runaround. Not that it really helped, you never had a chance." stepping closer, the girl runs a hand up your chest and strokes a finger along your neck, admiring you like a piece of meat. Still rattled from the crash and ride over to wherever you are, your brain forms a single barely coherent thought: this is Melware. 

"Wait, how are you touching me? I thought you were just a virus!" your jaw cracks slightly as you get the words out, your whole body filled with a dull ache. Not too surprising considering you were sent through the windshield of a car, but it's going to make running a lot harder.

"Oh, this old thing? I normally wouldn't use a physical form, they're such a hassle to maintain. But sometimes you really need to do some 'hands on' work..." Melware runs a finger up your chest as she answers you, amused. Every touch feels almost like a real person, but her skin lacks the warmth "Besides, I figure we can get to know each other a little better before you fulfill your purpose. I wasn't a huge fan of humans when I first saw them, but I'm starting to come around."

As Melware rambles on, you take a look at your surroundings. Dim and flickering lights hum overhead, illuminating what looks like a run down workshop. The corners remain dark, but you can make out various parts and wires scattered about between different tools and machines. The table you remain cuffed to stands in the center of it all, surrounded by what look like life sized doll limbs. Melware must have built herself a physical form here, you think. But since you're unsure of where 'here' is, you wonder if escape is even an option. 

"Hey, are you listening to me? Come on, I went through a lot of trouble here, you can at least pay attention." Melware pulls your face forward, her cold fingers closing around your cheeks "Look, I'm in a good mood here. You wouldn't want that to change." 

Melware brings her face close to yours, blocking the light from above and you swear her eyes start to glow brighter red.

"I'm sorry, it's just kind of hard to focus. I'm still a bit messed up from you kidnapping me and all." 

Melware pulls her head back, staring at you briefly, before bursting into laughter and ripping the metal cuffs off your wrists.

"Oh right! I forgot, you little meat sacks are so fragile. You'll be fine, probably."

Stepping gingerly off the table, you hold yourself up and stumble back from your captor. Evil world ending virus she may be, you have to admit she's oddly cute. Her ponytail bounces as she skips happily towards you, pressing her artificial body against yours.

"Hey, mister... You wanna play a game?" Melware glues herself to your side, running a hand delicately down your stomach and slipping a finger into the waistline of your pants.

"Wh-what kind of game?" her cold digits send a shiver up your spine as her finger glides slowly along the inside of your boxers. You're hesitant to play along, but seeing how easily she tore metal from metal makes you consider it in your immediate best interest. 

"Don't be so nervous! You'll love it. Probably." her hand slips further into your undershorts, fingers gently cupping your junk and giving it a squeeze. Tack it up to nervousness or her surprisingly soft skin, but you feel yourself stirring against her palm.

"See? Enjoying yourself already..." Melware rubs your growing cock to full mast before letting go of you and tearing your pants clean off. You let out a sharp gasp from the sudden destruction of your clothes, looking down to see your shaft still safely attached to your body, bobbing freely in the dim light. 

"Melware, I, uh..." you try to create some distance between you and the sentient virus, but her hand on your shoulder keeps you effortlessly in place.

"You can just call me Mel. Looks like you're ready to start here."

Fingers wrap firmly around your erection once more, stroking you slowly and milking out a drop of pre that falls to the floor. Out of the corner of your eye you can see Mel's mouth forming words but all you can hear is your heart beat pounding. You're too fixated on the hand sliding back and forth along your length to notice much else, and you give a slight nod, agreeing to something offhandedly. As soon as you finish nodding, Mel's thumb rubs along the head of your cock, smearing the pre into your skin and sending a shudder throughout your body. You're not sure exactly what you said yes to, but at this point you don't really care. As long as Mel doesn't stop what she's doing, you're pretty sure you'd say yes to anything. 

"Alright, let's see how accurate I made this body!" kneeling down in front of you, Melware opens her mouth and looks up, sticking out her tongue and drips what you assume to be saliva onto your cock. Wrapping her thumb and forefinger around the base, Mel closes her lips over the head and wiggles her tongue along the underside.

"Wrrlll? Ow ish ih?" talking with her mouth full, Mel gives you a short tug.

"Uhh.. good. Good. Maybe a little colder than normal..." you try not to say anything that would upset her, but her body still lacks the same heat of a normal person.

"Oh right! I forgot you meat creatures are so warm. We'll fix that..."

Taking you back into her mouth, Mel closes her eyes and presses her tongue firmly along your length. After a few seconds you can feel her mouth heating up, matching your body temperature. You chew on your lip anxiously as Mel starts bobbing her head back and forth, spreading her newly heated spit down your cock and pressing her lips to the base. A quiet groan escapes your lips as everything tightens up around your length, massaging you in slow waves.

"I guess you ah- didn't install a gag reflex, huh." you move your hand forward, about to place it on the back of her head, but something tells you that might be a bad idea. Pulling her mouth back, Mel catches your hand and places it on her hair, seemingly encouraging you to guide her. You give her a slight nudge, but you know she's much stronger than you so any movement is really just a suggestion.

Closing her lips tighter, Mel glides back and forth along your length, hands resting on your thighs. The constant motion paired with her warmer than normal brings you closer to the edge than you'd like.

"Hey, uh... I think I'm getting... um..." 

Instead of stopping, Mel speeds up for a bit then brings her lips just over the head, stroking you quickly. Before you can do anything else, your body tenses and you shoot rope after rope of seed onto Mel's tongue. You watch her throat constrict as she swallows, coaxing every last drop out before pulling off with a smile.

"Well, that's one down. You didn't last very long there, you only have two tries left!"

You're not sure what she means by that, but it doesn't sound good.

"Alright, time for round two!"

Picking you up effortlessly, Mel places you flat on the table from before and straddles your waist, reaching between your legs to stroke you back to full mast. Satisfied with your response, she lowers herself onto you slowly, engulfing you completely as her skirt rests on your waist. Warmth spreads throughout your lower extremities as Mel grinds on you, her hands bracing against your chest.

"You seem to be really enjoying this, don't bust too fast this time..." grinning down at you, Mel rocks her hips steadily and watches your reactions. It feels better than you care to admit, and you're just about resigned to whatever it is she has in store for you at this point. 

You stare at Mel's breasts as they bounce in front of you, her hips still pounding your waist into the table. They seem so realistic, and you're tempted to touch them but your wrists remain pinned to the table by her hands. The faded light overhead comes in and out of view every time Mel slams her hips down, casting shadows over her face but her eyes still shine brightly. 

"Hey, are you gonna spurt again? Gonna let it out?" Mel's grin widens as she rides you wildly, her synthetic cunt squeezing rhythmically. All you can do is lie there and let her milk you, your body tensing once more before you unload a second time. 

"There you go, just relax and let it all out..." leaning over, Mel presses her chest to yours as she grinds her hips in slow circles. Her grip on your wrists increases briefly, almost painfully, but releases once you finish filling her up. 

"Alright, that's two down! Too bad for you, the last one is going to be more fun for me than it will be for you." kneeling over you, Mel grabs you by your jacket and flips you face down on the table. You contemplate if you should try running at this point but before you bring yourself to act, Mel cuffs you once more to the table legs. 

"You must know what I've been up to, taking people once in a while and releasing them. But did you ever wonder why?" Mel speaks above you, her robotic body sliding off your back. 

"You're hiding back ups in civilians, right? That's why you wanted me." you try to look back at her as you answer, your cheek pressed firmly against the cold steel table.

"Well, you're partially right. I am hiding data in some of you. But do you want to know why none of them ever spoke up? Tried to get the data removed?"

"You brainwashed them, right? Removed their memory of you taking them."

"No, silly meat boy! I don't have any way to do that. They don't say anything because they don't want to. After I'm through with them, they're my loyal peons."

You're less than thrilled to find out what she has planned, but you don't see any way out at this point. You rattle the restraints securing you to the table but there's no give at all.

"Hey, stop making so much noise! I promise I saved the best for last. Besides, you agreed to this, right?"

"I didn't know what I was agreeing to!" 

"Well that's not my fault, now is it? Anyway, loosen up! You'll feel a lot better once you do."

You feel hands on your rear, pulling your cheeks apart before a cold liquid pours from parts unknown, pooling between them. One hand releases from your backside and you feel a finger tracing circles around your tight ring.

"H-hey... wait... I don't really-" Mel's finger sends lightning shooting up your spine, making you tense and shudder but her digit pushes home without any issues, the excessive amounts of oily liquid aiding her entry. 

You grit your teeth and try to squirm away from Mel's finger, but you're kept firmly in place by her inhumanly strong hand. 

"That's right, wriggle in place, worm! Know your place..." seeing you facedown and helpless seems to have brought out a familiar side of Melware, and you feel her slipping her finger deeper until it bottoms out. The lubrication from earlier helps her drag it back and forth with ease, and soon she starts curving it inside you.

"Here's what I was looking for..." Mel's digit presses on something inside you and you immediately groan in confusion. It doesn't feel bad, exactly. It's strange. But it's making you leak precum like you've never done before. 

"There we go, you're my little puppet now." Melware's voice turns harsher as she fingers you, paired with a condescending laugh every time she presses down on the mysterious spot inside you "You know, I did a little anatomy research on you creatures. Turns out this is a secret pleasure spot in males. And this is where you're going to be hiding my backups. Out of sight, out of mind."

Mel's finger slips out of your slick hole briefly, but the reprieve is short as she begins pressing something cylindrical against your back door. It's wider than your synthetic captor's finger, but soon enough you feel yourself stretching to accommodate it. 

"Wait, Mel... don't..." you groan in discomfort as the large pill shaped object gets pushed deeper until it sits directly above wherever Mel was pressing earlier. There's no response from Melware as she hums to herself, working her finger inside you.

"Oh by the way, you still have a chance to beat this. It'll only attach itself if you orgasm, so if you don't want that, do your best to hold it in!" Mel chuckles quietly as she prods you, watching you squirm uselessly on the table and leaking clear liquid. You try desperately to think of other things, keep your mind off the strangely pleasurable feeling in your ass, but there's nothing you can do when Mel is essentially milking you from behind.

Each second feels like an eternity as Mel fingers you happily, your ring clenching around her in futility. You keep dripping pre onto the table but you've been able to keep yourself from a complete orgasm somehow. Unfortunately, you're not too sure how long you can keep this up. A familiar tingling starts welling up inside you, and your breath turns more labored with each passing moment. 

"Hey, you're doing pretty good there. You might actually win our little game at this- oops!" Mel presses something with a giggle, and suddenly the oval intruder buzzes to life, forcing an immediate spurt of white from your half hard cock. 

"Oh! Looks like you lost..." laughing sadistically, Mel holds the vibrating object in place, drawing out rope after rope of seed onto the table. There's nothing you can do but cum uncontrollably underneath your captor, her laughter fading as you black out from the overstimulation. Before your vision turns completely black, you feel something shifting, the object unraveling and securing itself inside you.

This is part one of an ongoing series, you can read the rest here