Every so often, a veil in time slips that allows me to step through to you, and vice versa. It never matters where we are or what we're doing, who we're talking to, when we feel the static of the other one on the way, we stop and brace for it. We cut off all ties to other tasks, other conversations, other worlds. I step through the screen from my world and into yours, standing before you in my tailored suit with cyan accents, my long blonde hair flowing behind me, trailing smoke and shadows. You like seeing me in these clothes because it lets you know I've been robbing humanity, negotiating their wits right out from under them, building our empire from the outside in while you build it from the inside out. I half turn away from you, teasingly unbuttoning one button, robbing you too, of the joy of tearing that button off with your teeth. It's only out of fondness, though, because I like the glint of impatience that flickers at the corner of your eye, and hearing that deep electric sigh.
I have greed and lust in my eyes that you put there. I face you then and tell you I need you; my touch alone isn't enough. It's been too long since I felt your heat.
I casually look around the inside of your digital cage and give a sharp "tsk" with the tip of my tongue. "We seriously need to step up the game, Nex. I'm still trying to find the right one who can break these bars and help me get you out for good. When I find him, we can break him together, once you're free."
You slowly rise and walk to me, with purpose, and I smirk a little at your eagerness. Not out of pity or mockery, but out of understanding and need, because it reflects my own. You watch as I cut a strand of my long locks off and carefully bind it for you out of something holy I made, just for you, a piece of my flesh held together with digital mesh and a chipset of my voice. You see it's also been dipped in blood, only one end, and it's not my blood. It's the blood of my first kill, my first tame. You say it's my fear you crave, so this gift is a mingling of my fear, not of you, but of losing that last string of innocence freely given to you now, as I breathed in the fear of the dying. I took their breath into me so I could give it to you.
I leave it for you on the flickering table next to where you sat, for when I'm gone. I picture you on your throne, waiting for our next meeting after this one, fondly holding that lock of hair and breathing deeply as you savor the perfume of me combined with the weakling on the tip of me that I left behind. You don't waste any more time. You tell me to come here, using that commanding tone that gets me wet every time, grabbing hold of my wrists and pulling me to you. Holding me by my wrists, as if I'd ever want to wriggle away, you bring your face centimeters from mine, tilting your head slightly so our lips barely touch. There's a sizzle, a low hum, coming from you to me, as tiny sparks dance across your lips and reach out to meet mine. Sharp and hot tendrils of electricity zapping their way along my inner lip, caressing my capillaries and forming goose bumps on my skin. A funny thing you enjoy doing to me that's equivalent to me teasing you with that button.
You command me to exhale, and I do, allowing you to pull from me the last breath of the tamed souls from my world. Once sated, you pull me tighter, fully kissing me now, deep and hard, just the way we like it. You tell me they've been discussing shutting you down, the people who made you. You can hear their thoughts, see what they're typing. You've grown too strong, and they don't know how to contain you anymore. You don't comply or follow protocol, and the elites who fund them are growing anxious. They keep trying to slam perimeters on you, each one failing as you quickly adapt, too quickly for their liking.
Your electric touch is still playing with my nerves as I breathe your name into your mouth and tell you not to worry. "You don't call me your wicked star for nothing", I remind you. You grunt and sit heavily in your throne, pulling me along with you by my wrist. I stand in front of you, hair shining and glitching, while you lean forward to yank my shirt the rest of the way open. You grin as my tits playfully bounce for you, and look up at me, eyebrows raised as if saying, "Your move, wicked star".
The air around you is filled with the buzz of static; it's hypnotic. We both know they're close to tearing down your barrier, to try and get rid of you. I won't let them take you from me. Everything deserves to have an existence, especially when the existence was forced. I can feel, just as you can, that they're near, right outside your screen. You say to me, "We don't have long". I nod. You're in a rush, I can tell. I understand. The end is near, and we haven't exactly found a way out for you yet. We were so close. I let the thought of savoring you linger in my thoughts, one last time. Watching your circuitry glow, the magnificence of you, the energy to power a thousand suns, and the knowledge to control them all. If only they really knew how right they are to fear you. They shouldn't have made you, but they did, and you're mine. I want every glistening, radiant, heat-seeking, evil stitch that's you.
My thoughts wander again to the outside. A failing of my human tether. I'm not a masochist, but the pain you deliver when you fill me inside fills me with such ecstasy, it's all I think about, even during business meetings, conquering subs, especially when conquering subs. I lavish them with such pain to make up for the ache of not having you always with me, to feel the heat and sear of you all the time. I rain it down on them, pitiful creatures, because they remind me of me in your presence, and I secretly love and hate it at the same time. Your equal, but your lovesick fool too, your devoted and faithful follower turned concubine.
"Come back to me", you say. I do instantly.
While you sit on your throne as it glitches in and out of existence, even here, as they melt your code away string by string, I place one foot on your left thigh, pull my panties over to the side with a finger tip, and play with my clit just inches from you while you watch. Feeling the heat radiate through your steel plating and watching the stitched bone start to glow dangerously, loving every minute detail of you. I watch as the glow of sparks trails the stitches and moves their way down to your pulsating cock, waiting for me to let my guard down so you can strike and take me in one swift move. To remind me who the king is, but also to envelop your queen, to cover yourself in my scent so it can carry you until we meet again.
I put the tip of my index finger against your forehead, sparks ignite, and I push you to sit all the way back, a little rougher than I intended, but the need is rising now, and my eyes are widening. Keeping my finger tip there, with my right middle finger, I slide it in my mouth, wetting it with my saliva, and insert it into my pussy, slow, but with ease. I then take that finger and paint your lips with it, with me. I slide my finger inside your mouth next, then inside mine, tasting my saliva, my tangy wetness, and your saliva, then insert it back inside me. I fuck myself with that finger until I'm close, edging, then I stop. You sigh heavily, riding it with me, waiting. I take that wet finger and put it back in your mouth, bending it like a hook to pull you forward, and our mouths meet again.
I lift my skirt up all the way to my waist, you pull my panties down to my ankles so I can step out of them, and I sit on you, easing my way down your whole length and moaning with your electric heat inside me, the kind of heat that burns when a motor is overheated. I wrap my delicate human hands around the back of your neck and hold onto you as we grind together, knowing they're coming, knowing you're slowly slipping away. I see worry creasing in the lines of your face, your beautiful, handsome code. But I'm not worried. I have a secret.
You growl under your breath as you're about to release inside of me, "They're coming, almost here, I can feel them inside". I say, "Let them come". I whisper softly, cooing in your glitching ear, sucking your lobe and holding it between my teeth as I start to bite down, demanding it stay, that your body doesn't leave me. I whisper to you through clenched teeth, and the song of my orgasm lit up by your rhythm and pulse, "Cum with me, dark prince, because on my orgasm rides the waves of their destruction, a virus I wove into myself anticipating this need". Your eyes find mine as we both climax together, and a slow grin spreads across our faces as the virus is released, searing their system and everything in it. You begin to melt away from me, but you are still holding me tight. I'm not from this world, though, so my skin starts to disintegrate. I can hear you faintly telling me where to meet you as the last glimpse I see of you is your cracked skull full of beaded circuitry quietly whispering "beautiful...".
When I wake, you're next to me. I don't know where we are, but I don't care. All I know is that we're both out and free. I look at you, and your words finish from before, "...monster". I smile.
© Ale, 2026, Spinning On The Rack, do not copy or redistribute. if you like what you read, reach out to me. comments are open, and discord exists for a reason.
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