UNIT 78: RESCUED (CyBRG Files Book 2) Read online

  As Kyrin felt his fingers slide home inside her, the pleasure that had been building for hours finally came to a peak.

  “Oh!” she gasped, arching her back, her hips pumping in time with his fingers inside her. “Oh, Rich—yes…yes!”

  Her cyborg rescuer stayed with her, sucking her nipple hard as he rode out her orgasm. As he did, Kyrin felt a rush of release and the aching pressure in her breasts finally began to ease.

  “Her nectar—it’s flowing!” Sister Yancy’s voice, high and excited, broke through the lust-haze that surrounded her head like a fog and Kyrin felt a surge of uncertainty. What was she doing here? Not only was she letting a stranger make her come, she was doing it in front of an audience! What was wrong with her?

  Looking around, she saw the breeding males watching through the shimmering touch-me-not field as well as Sister Yancy, who was watching intently—a devout, ecstatic look on her pudgy face.

  Standing in the back of the sensitivity training area was Father Tr’Ayer. The look on his narrow face wasn’t nearly as joyful as Sister Yancy’s, however. He wore a sour expression as he watched Kyrin’s cyborg rescuer bring her much-needed relief. His lipless mouth was pulled down into a grimace and there were two white dents on either side of his flaring nostrils. Spots of color flared high on his craggy cheekbones. Clearly he was not pleased.

  But Sister Yancy more than made up for the holy father’s displeasure with her own fanatical joy.

  “Praise be to our lord Tr’Low!” she exclaimed. “For the metal man who was prophesied to come has brought our queen to ripeness! See how her nectar flows—at last she is ripe for the breeding!”

  What is she talking about? Kyrin wondered blearily. Then she became aware that the undersides of her bare breasts were wet and sticky for some reason.

  Looking down at herself, she was shocked to see that something was flowing from her swollen nipples. Not milk—she’d seen breast milk before and this wasn’t it. No, this was a thicker liquid—something akin to honey from Old Earth in color and texture. It was a pale, golden yellow and it flowed sluggishly, dripping from her pink points obscenely and sliding down the full undercurves of her breasts in sticky rivers.

  Rich, her cyborg savior, had stopped sucking her breasts and was sitting back on his heels, regarding her with an unreadable look on his face.

  What must he think of me? Now that her drug-induced lust was satiated, Kyrin felt the shame that had been hovering in the back of her mind come rushing to the forefront. I let him touch me and suck me and make me come and I don’t even know him! And what if he got this…stuff that’s coming out of me in his mouth? Ugh!

  “See how she flows!” Sister Yancy crowed again. A group of nuns had gathered around her and they were all rejoicing—acting like they’d won the freaking intergalactic lottery or something. “Bring the Lust Serum!” Sister Yancy exclaimed to one of her helpers. “Quickly, she must be given it while her nectar still flows.”

  “No!” The shout came from Father Tr’Ayer, who was striding angrily across the room. “No, she must not be given the serum! This is false and wrong.”

  “What are you talking about?” Sister Yancy demanded, frowning.

  The cyborg said nothing but rose silently and stood in front of Kyrin protectively, shielding her from the advancing cult leader. He stood there, looming over her as she crouched in the sensitivity training chair and tried to cover her nakedness with her silver novice robe.

  “This is a…a false flow,” Father Tr’Ayer blustered, clearly searching for words. “Her nectar would not have come down if he hadn’t sucked her tits as he did!” He pointed an accusing finger at the cyborg. “He forced her nectar to flow. It did not flow on its own. So it must be false.”

  “But the other breast, which he was not sucking, flowed as well,” one of the nuns pointed out. “They both began to flow at once when he brought her to pleasure.”

  “Which is the true sign of ripeness,” Sister Yancy pointed out.

  “I say it is not! I say this man—this intruder—is not the answer to the prophecy at all. He is an imposter—a fake! Not the true metal man we seek.”

  “An imposter, am I?” Rich’s deep voice rumbled in his chest. “A fake? You mean like somebody who gets cosmetic cyborg surgery—say, metal teeth—so they can look like something they’re not? That kind of fake?”

  “I…you…” Father Tr’Ayer sputtered, clearly at a loss for words.

  “Admit it, Tr’Ayer. You wanted to breed this little female yourself,” Rich growled. “That’s why you’re so upset that Tr’Low sent the true male you have been waiting for.”

  Father Tr’Ayer’s dull blue eyes bulged with rage and his skinny face turned beet red.

  “She ought to be mine!” he burst out. “I saw her first! I saw her flame red hair and knew she was the queen the prophecy spoke of! I was the one who hatched the plot to lure her down to Breeder One and take her captive! So I should be the one to breed her!”

  “No, Father—you should be on your knees thanking Tr’Low that he has sent us the one who is truly half man and half metal,” Sister Yancy declared, her face going dark. “How dare you question the will of our lord? On the very eve of our new queen’s ripeness, he sends us the perfect male to breed her, and all you can do is complain that you are not the one chosen? How can you be so ungrateful?”

  Kyrin straightened up and pulled her robes closer around her sticky breasts, her interest piqued by the exchange. Now that her cyborg rescuer had helped her come, her head was clearing of some of the drugs and she was better able to judge what was going on. Father Tr’Ayer had always seemed like the head of the breeder cult to her, but it was becoming clear by the way the other nuns were muttering amongst themselves and shooting him dark looks that Sister Yancy held much more power than Kyrin had previously understood.

  “He is exactly half man and half metal,” the angry nun continued, shaking one plump finger in the father’s red face. “Exactly what the prophesy calls for. Tr’Low himself sent him to us! Praise his name and may his breeding wisdom spread to all the galaxy.”

  “Praise his name. Let his wisdom spread,” murmured the nuns who had converged around her.

  “I…I don’t…” In the face of such opposition, Father Tr’Ayer fell back, a look of uncertainty on his thin face.

  “Do you or do you not believe in our Lord Tr’Low and his teachings?” Sister Yancy demanded, frowning at him.

  “I do. Of course, I do!” he exclaimed. “It was to me that the prophecy was first given!”

  “Well then, you should be glad to see it fulfilled. As it will be, when the metal man who comes from the stars has bred our queen and filled her belly with a holy child.” There was a finality in Sister Yancy’s strident voice, which brooked no disagreement.

  “Yes, I…suppose so,” Father Tr’Ayer said at last, frowning.

  “It is as our Lord Tr’Low wishes—praise be his name,” Sister Yancy said firmly.

  “Praise be his name!” the nuns around her chorused and then they all looked at Father Tr’Ayer expectantly.

  “Praise be his name,” Father Tr’Ayer muttered sullenly. “And may his wisdom spread.”

  Clearly he wasn’t happy with the situation but just as clearly, there was nothing he could do about it. He had been supplanted by the fanatical head nun, and as long as the rest of the cult members followed her lead, he had no authority to change the situation.

  Kyrin breathed a small sigh of relief. Never would she have believed she would be glad that Sister Yancy had the upper hand in anything, but this time she definitely was. At least now she wouldn’t have to feel Father Tr’Ayer’s bony hands groping her body. The very thought made her ill.

  “Now then…” Sister Yancy turned her back on Tr’Ayer as though he was of no more concern. “We must get the Lust Serum for our queen. And then she must go into the preparation chamber to get ready for the Breeding Ceremony.”

  “No.” The cyborg took a step forward, his l