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Gunmetal Dreams	By : Spiritmonk Category: +. to F > Appleseed Views: 1961 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Mental Contamination
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******************MAJOR SPOLER ALERT******************

This story takes place at the very end of the movie “Appleseed Ex Machina”, and as such, divulges some major plot points. Please DO NOT READ if you’d rather not know what happens and haven’t seen the movie.

******************MAJOR SPOLER ALERT******************

This story begins near the very end of the movie, immediately after Briareos, Deunan, and Tereus enter the core of the Halcon facilities. It diverges from there… drastically.

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Chapter 1: Mental Contamination

Deunan, Tereus, and Briareos stood, guns poised, in the core of the Halcon headquarters. In the center of the black metal room, a large metal machine slowly began to open like a flower, light flooding the room.
“What is that?” Deunan whispered, clutching her weapon tightly.
As the jagged petals folded into the floor, the soft luxurious clinking of notched metals sliding together filled their ears, and they saw what looked to be a writhing mass of wrist-thick metal cords emerge, each tendril tipped with short, sharp, needle-like protrusion. As the cords parted, the floor glowed red, and they could see that the cords were connected to... a standing female form
This figure had no legs; the same cords that sprouted in tens out of her back spiraled from her waist into a hole in the floor. In fact, her upper body was only metal as far as the eye could see. The only human part of her was her face and her neck. Her face was wreathed with wires, and her features were ashen grey. Her face was familiar… it was…
Deunan gasped. “Oh my god… It’s Xander.”
“Kesner…” Briareos muttered. “…What have you done?”
“Good To See You Again, Briareos.” Xander said in a brushed metal voice, and as she spoke, two huge sections of the wall on either side of the Hecatonchires extended swiftly. He threw his arms up as the plates slammed into him. As he struggled to keep them from crushing him, dozens of the same metal cords that surrounded Xander erupted from the two panels and plunged into Briareos’ metal body. He screamed out in pain as they punctured his armor and lodged there, holding him immobile.
Deunan shouted his name and rushed towards him, but a pack of the cables flew towards her, slamming into her and throwing her backwards where she hit the ground hard. The air rushed out of her lungs as she let out a grunt.
“Deunan!” Tereus shouted. With a snarl, he turned and leveled his gun at Xander.
“Go Ahead And Shoot.” Xander said calmly, the shadow of a smile almost twisting the edges of her lips. “Just Be Aware That If You Kill Me, All The Ones Who Have Merged With Halcon Will Be Lost Forever.” Her eyes shifted to Briareos, still struggling to keep from being crushed. “That Of Course Would Include The Hecatonchires As Well.”
Tereus hesitated, fury still etched across his face. His finger held steady on the trigger, but he did not shoot.
Deunan weakly lifted herself onto her knees, still catching her breath. “What are we going to do?” She said, as she stood and also lifted her gun to point at Xander. “How are going to stop this thing?”
“That Would Be Impossible,” Xander said, without inflection. “Surrender Yourselves Now, And Become One With Halcon.”
As she said the last, a group of the coils broke away from those surrounding her and extended towards Deunan at blinding speed. Deunan sprinted, jumped, and twisted, dodging the first two narrowly, and shot the third upon hitting the ground, the metallic tendril knocked off course. She spun again, kicking the next two out of the way, and paused, leveling her gun again, trying to get a steady shot.
As she was aiming, more cables flew toward her. They wrapped around her thigh as her gun went off, wildly missing the mark as she was pulled off her feet and hurled backwards. She cried out as she landed hard once again on the hard metal floor of the room.
“Deunan!” Tereus yelled again, his gun still extended. But before he could react, another group of the coils collided with his chest, lifting him off the ground and sending him sprawling.
Deunan could hear the slow, menacing clinking of the cables getting louder, and she dragged her eyes open just to see one of them strike forward into her shoulder viciously, lodging in her armor and piercing her skin. Deunan grunted and flinched, her eyes screwing up with the pain. When another cable slammed into her thigh, she cried out and her body tried to pull away but the cords held her fast against the ground.
"It Is Foolish To Try To Fight Me, Deunan Knutes", Xander's voice echoed through the small chamber. Deunan groaned and she struggled to raise her head. Just as she did, the cables holding her down detached themselves and another slid under her, grabbing her waist and spinning her around. She landed sprawling face-down against the cool metal and her head rang as it collided with the floor.
"Halcon Has Access To Power Beyond Your Imagination. You Will Be A Part Of Something Much Greater Than Yourself."
Cables wrapped around Deunan's wrists, dragging her off the ground to hang limply before the gaze of the metal woman. Deunan ached all over, and her strength was fading, but she grit her teeth and shouted, "Fuck Halcon! I'm going to end this madness, even if it means ending you, Xander!"
Xander stared unblinkingly at the suspended warrior, seemingly unfazed. "You Exhibit A Powerful Will, Deunan. You Will Make Halcon That Much Stronger If You Give Yourself To Me."
"I... Will... NEVER... Belong... To Halcon..." Deunan spit at Xander.
"A Pity You Will Not Acquiece Immediately. No Matter. You Will Simply Need To Be Convinced First."
As Xander was speaking, Deunan saw two new cables extend towards her, mind-blowingly quickly. She just managed to see two razor-thin wires extend from the centers like whips before they began spinning rapidly in dizzying patterns, circling her. The whips spun towards and around her body, too fast to see, but Deunan could feel the air rushing by on her bare skin as the whips passed, dancing in intricate swirls.
Wait... my bare skin?!
Deunan looked down at her body, just as her armor and undergarments fell in shreds to the ground beneath her feet. She was naked, and she could see and feel goosebumps raising on her skin, and her nipples hardening in the chill air of the chamber. She growled and looked back up at the woman as the whip-knife cables retreated back into the writhing mass of metal. Two different ones shot forward, slithering along the ground until they paused under Deunan's suspended body. They suddenly lunged towards her, and before Deunan could summon the energy to kick them away, they had each coiled tightly around one of her bare legs, holding them immobile. Deunan shivered at the cold sensation of the notched metal sliding against her skin.
She struggled against her bounds, but they held her fast. As she twisted, trying to wriggle her legs out of the coils, the cables began slowly pulling outwards on each limb, stretching her arms and pulling her legs apart. She cried out and tensed as best she could, expecting for Xander to try to rib her apart limb by limb. Just before she was stretched to an uncomfortable level, however, the pressure stopped and the cables held her there, motionless in the air, spread-eagled obscenely. She tested her restraints again, but she had almost no movement now, except a very slight amount of rotation in her hips and torso. The chill of the room sent tendrils of cold air sliding against her chest and neck, making her shiver again.
Xander tilted her head, her eyes impassively roving over Deunan's exposed body. The nude girl grimaced and stared the metallic woman down, refusing to be cowed despite her humiliating position. When Xander spoke, Deunan noticed out of the corner of her eye that a single cable had detached itself from the plates holding Briareos and was extending towards her midriff, snaking slowly through the air.
"Time Might Have Been Saved If You Had Been More Compliant And Accepting Of Halcon's Dominance And Power. While It Is Impossible For You To Resist Forever, A Localized Infiltration And Subversion Of Your Defenses Will Accelerate Your Assimilation Into Halcon."
The cable had reached her immobilized form now, and was sliding against the apex of her inner thigh. She grit her teeth as the cool metal notches slid along her skin, just a hairsbreadth shy of her exposed genitals and curved, pressing hard into the flesh of her buttocks and moving upwards.
As the cable began to slide up her back, words burst from her throat, born from a desperate determination.
"You can never break me, Xander!"
A smile appeared on Xander's pale face then. A cold, metallic, humorless smile that gave Deunan no doubts about her remaining humanity.
"I Don't Need To. The Hecatonchires Will."
Briareos?
Suddenly, she felt the cable plunge into the skin at the base of her skull. She could feel a cold liquid spread over her skin... the pinprick of a needle...
No...
The cold was spreading... She was submerged in liquid metal... She could feel it spreading over her legs... Her chest... It filled her lungs, her ears, her nose... It was inside her...
No....
She was falling into darkness, into cold...
Falling...
...
.

"Deunan?"
Deunan's eyes flew open and one hand flew to the gun at her hip as she leapt up from the hard concrete ground into a fighter's stance, gun-cocked in front of her, aiming at...
Briareos stood in front of her, an eyebrow cocked and a smile on his face as he raised his arms in mock surrender. "You got me, little Cat. I surrender."
Deunan glanced around the alleyway, eyes roving for signs of danger as she said, "Where is she, Briareos? Where did she go?"
Her partner's smile faded. Deunan noticed his body tense almost imperceptibly and a hand drop to hover near his revolver as he glanced around quickly. Still, a confused look was written across his handsome, tanned face as he looked back at her. "Who, Deunan? We're alone. I just took a look around."
Deunan noticed her gun was still pointed at Briareos, and she furrowed her eyebrows as she lowered it slowly. She looked around again, the spectre of danger hovering over her mind. Her senses still told her that something was wrong... She shook her head, "I... I don't know... It was... I can't remember."
Briareos' body relaxed as he grinned again and stepped over to her. "It was just a dream, Deunan. You're safe, remember?”
Deunan did remember. She remembered entering the city of Tyr on foot with Briareos yesterday, at 14:00. She remembered shutting off their com lines and stealing quickly and quietly through the ruins of that once-great city. She remembered the ambush that was waiting for them in the city square. She definitely remembered kicking the asses of each and every rogue cyborg group that had had the misfortune to ambush her and Briareos. She remembered continuing on, before deciding to take a break while the sun was still out in the dilapidated carcass of a building of some sort. She remembered Briareos offering to take watch as she tried to catch a quick rest. Of course she remembered.
“No, Briareos,” she said, hanging her head with a sigh. “We’re not safe. We’ll never be completely safe in this world any longer. There’s always someone after you, always someone watching. There’s always someone who wants you, who’s trying to use you…”
“Well, you’re right about that to some degree,” Briareos laughed. He stepped forward, holstering his gun. “You’re not safe. Not as long as I’m around.”
Deunan glanced up, startled. “What? Bri, I don—“.
With a sudden movement, too fast for Deunan to see, too close to react to, her partner grabbed her wrists and slammed her into the wall behind her.
“I’m after you, Deunan. I want you,” he pressed her body against hers, pinning her to the wall as his head dipped to her neck. “I. Want. You. Deunan, “ he growled between his licks. “And I definitely want…” His head tilted up and his next words were hot against her ear as he breathed, “to USE you.”
Deunan closed her eyes and breathed in relief, arching her back and pressing herself against her lover. She thought she could feel his girth, already hard as metal, pressing against her stomach, but maybe it was just his gun. She struggled fruitlessly against his hands holding her wrists above her head and reveled in the sensation of being overpowered. She knew already that she had no chance of breaking his grip. He was only holding her wrists but it felt like her whole body was held captive. Fuck, he always turned her on so easily. She let her head fall back and let out a quiet moan as Briareos began to nibble his way down her neck, lightly licking her skin after every punishing bite.
“Briareos, this is really NOT the time,” she hissed.
“Proper timing is essential,” Briareos intoned as his teeth reached the neckline of her suit, reciting one of the lessons they had pounded into them by the Special Weapons and Tactics arm of LAPD SWAT. “You win battles by intuiting the enemy's timing, and utilizing a timing which the enemy does not expect.”
Suddenly Deunan found his gorgeous eyes staring right into hers, challenging her, holding her captive. Deunan could feel her body catch on fire almost instantly.
“Now, I’m positive you didn’t expect this kind of tactical advance just this moment, so I’m pretty sure I’m going to win this battle.” Deunan dropped her eyes submissively; unable to stand up to the electricity in his gaze any longer. “Besides, you may not have expected it, but by now I’m sure you’re ready!”
With that word, his knee shot up, pressing and grinding into the crotch of her bodysuit. She gasped in pleasure, her eyes fluttering closed, her hips moving against him. She could feel her own wetness against the material and it only stoked the flames inside her. Briareos let out a furious, animalistic growl and in a flash he had her throat between his teeth. Deunan’s body went rigid, her eyes flying open. Holy fuck… Briareos has never been this wild. She could feel the wetness literally starting to drip down her leg and her whole body ached with a need it seemed she had never felt quite as strongly as just then.
The seconds passed, Deunan pinned against the wall, body tight as a board, with Briareos’s strong arms holding her wrists against the stone wall, and his teeth around her trachea. Besides their intensely heightened breathing, neither moved a muscle, his hot breath and tongue right against her skin. Deunan imagined what it must feel like for Briareos to be able to feel her pulse against his tongue. A spark of fear kindled in her, and she suddenly felt apprehensive. This was her partner, her lover… he would never do anything to harm her… right?
Just as she was thinking this, Briareos’ teeth tightened almost imperceptibly. Deunan’s belly fluttered with fear, but she had realized what he wanted. She held on to her trust for him as she let the fear and the desire consume her, and she relaxed her body, her eyes closing, and her arms falling limp in his grasp. She succumbed to him, to his power over her. Briareos’ teeth unclasped from around her neck and his hands let go of her wrists, letting her arms fall to her sides helplessly as he took a step back from her. She stood straight, but her head and eyes were downcast. She knew she couldn’t meet his stare.
After a moment, he spoke, his voice gravelly and thick with desire, “Take off your suit.”
It was the first order Briareos had given her in a long time. How… long, again? It didn’t matter. She obeyed, and her hands went to the zipper in the back of her military bodysuit. She knew this was wrong, knew that they shouldn’t be doing this, not here. They weren’t safe. Someone could come any moment and ambush them again… But these thoughts weren’t sticking in her head. She found it much easier to think about how turned on it made her that she could see Briareos’ hardness distinctly outlined against his leg by the tight material of the suits, how wet her pussy felt, or how she was almost sure Briareos could see her engorged nipples poking through her suit.
She unzipped herself slowly, her heightened senses enjoying the feel of the suit releasing its hold on her. And with it, Deunan could feel her worries slipping away. She was tense all the time, she had taught herself never to relax, to always expect danger… but it felt so good to give in to it, to trust in Briareos and to let go of her worries. She felt ready to give herself to him… but he’d have to take her first, of course.

She stepped out of the material that was bunched around her feet and kicked it to the side, within a moment’s reach if something happened.
She was naked now, her lean, muscled body fully on display for her lover. She had large, full, D-sized breasts, tipped with small dark nipples, a muscular, slim abdomen, and a short tuft of soft blonde hair above her pink, exposed slit, which was already so wet that she felt a trickle begin to roll down her thigh. Her legs were slim, powerful, and long. She tended to think of them as her most attractive assets. She thought she could still feel something long and cold against the inside of her thigh, but an instant’s glance told her she was imagining it. Though she still did not look him in the eye, she could almost feel his hungry gaze sweeping every inch of her, from the red bite marks on her neck to the moisture emanating from her sex. Her embarrassment and shame at being controlled so easily was all just fuel for the fire. There was no breeze, but she could feel the goosebumps rise all over her body from the slight chill of Tyr, starkly contrasting to the heat within her body.
Within just a few moments, Briareos had shed his suit as well. Since the suits were designed to be worn without undergarments, his hard cock was now fully exposed, standing up at an angle from his body. Just the sight of it, the red, engorged head and the thick vein-covered shaft made Deunan’s knees feel weak. She could feel her clit pulse slightly in anticipation. She stood stock still, her hands at her sides, her head lowered, and her eyes firmly fixed on his penis as she awaited his next order.
Briareos reached down and picked up a revolver off the floor from his discarded bodysuit and cocked it, holding it out in front of him with one hand, pointing directly at Deunan. Her eyes widened and she looked up at him in shock. She searched his eyes, but all she saw was a dark, smoldering lust, overwhelming and all-consuming.
“Suck it”.
Deunan’s brow furrowed at those words and she opened her mouth to express her confusion but he cut her off, “Suck my gun, Cat.”
His forceful, purely sexual use of his pet name for her sent her reeling mentally. She realized what this was; what he was demanding of her. He wanted to see how much she trusted him, how much she was willing to put in his hands. She had known for a long, long time that she trusted Briareos with her life, and while some deep unquenchable instinct advised her not to submit, she forced it down. She trusted him fully, and completely. She was his, through and through.
She stepped forward slowly, her eyes locked with Briareos' as she stepped until the gun was an less than an inch away from her lips. Her heat was pounding incredibly hard, and she felt lightheaded. Never breaking eye contact with him, she allowed herself to fall deep into his fiery eyes, and her tongue slowly slipped through her lips and licked the cold metal of the gun barrel.
A rumbling sound of triumph and approval came from Briareos’ muscled chest as she began to lick the end of the gun again and again, running her tongue over the smooth, icy metal. He was holding it at just the right height, and his hand was remarkably stable. She had noticed his finger wasn’t on the trigger, which relaxed her… somewhat.
With a last burst of courage, resolve, and love, she opened her mouth slowly—never breaking away from Briareos’ eyes—and took the whole barrel of the small revolver into her mouth. As her lips wrapped around the steel, just barely small enough to fit in her mouth, a storm of emotions was building up inside of her. Her natural, primal instinct for self-preservation was fighting with her lust and her trust in this man, and as she overcame her fear and survival instinct she was falling into new depths of excitement and lust. She was giving herself to him completely, fully realizing his power over her. And gods, it felt so indescribably incredible.
As her head began to bob back and forth on his gun, she knew she was stoking his manhood into a raging inferno by submitting so wholly to him. She made her movements even faster, licking the tip of the gun and letting her saliva coat the metal until it shone as her spit was dripping down to the floor. Her sucking became even more obscenely sexual, and she began to make audible sucking sounds, and quiet moaning. She knew there must be a puddle of her juices under her feet, and she could feel an orgasm building inside her without any stimulation. She felt that the instant he let something touch her clit, the instant he gave her permission to cum, she could probably have the strongest orgasm of her life.
Her eyes flickered down to Briareos' cock, and she was pleased to see it bobbing and twitching with his heightened heartbeat, a drop of precum beginning to form at the tip. Deunan wanted that cock inside her so badly. She wanted to be ravaged, to be fucked. When her eyes came up to meet his, she realized he'd seen her glance. His eyes narrowed and it sent shivers through her and she let out a little whimper through the metal filling her mouth, moving faster to try to please him, her tongue licking over the opening that tasted slightly like gunpowder and oil.
"Good kitty, good kitty." Briareos' low voice rumbled. She moaned obscenely loudly at that, her heated voice echoing around the abandoned building, more saliva dripping from her mouth as she took the gun into her mouth again and again.
"Do you want my cock, Cat? Do you want me to let you to cum all over my cock?"
"Mmmnnmnhh", Deunan moaned and nodded, her hands clenched at her side, fingers itching to be wrapped around his cock or running over her own pussy. Her breaths were coming in fast and raggedly, tongue flying over the metal lodged in her mouth, performing all the tricks she knew he loved when she serviced him.
"Too bad. Right now, this is about what I want." He chided, and pulled the gun from her mouth. She gasped, standing ready for whatever he wished, legs noticeably trembling from anticipation. Spit was running out of the corners of her mouth, down her chin, and droplets were falling down onto her heaving breasts. She was glad he'd moved on from the gun. It turned her on, but even with all of her training and experience it was still more than a little worrying having a weapon like that pointed at you, much less putting it in your mouth. No matter who was pointing it at you.
He stepped forward placing his other hand’s open palm on her flat stomach, and she whimpered at his touch. She had to try so hard to keep from pushing it down lower with her hand to where she needed it. He didn't move it up or down, though, he simply pushed slowly, leading her body back to the wall behind her until she was pressed up against the rough bricks.
Briareos quickly slapped the inside of each thigh with the gun. She understood what he meant and spread her legs, revealing her wet pussy to the open air of the alley and his gaze.
He flipped the gun around in his hand and reached forward with his fingers, suddenly grasping her hardened nipples in a vice-like grip. She gasped and grit her teeth as pain and pleasure tore through her body. Her hands flew up on instinct to fend him off, but a sharp word pierced her instinctual movement.
"STAY."
She swallowed, and lowered her hands slowly back to her sides, leaving his fingers twisting her nipples, tugging on her small breasts. Fuck. If anyone else dared try doing the things she let Briareos do to her…. but that was why she loved it; only he could see this side of her. He moved his hands up and pulled, and Deunan's mouth dropped open as she arched her back forward to alleviate the sharp pain. But he knew she liked it rough, and the pain was stoking the fire in her. He pulled her nipples viciously until her breasts were taut, her fingertips gripping the rough wall behind her to keep from falling forward. Every breath sent shocks of pain through her. She knew she had a high pain tolerance, but her nipples were sensitive and she was close to begging him to stop. She knew that's what he wanted, though, so she bit her lip. She'd make him earn every inch of her submission.
He kept a firm grip of her, holding her on her tiptoes as the seconds ticked by. The pain was growing to unbearable levels. Deunan shut her eyes. She needed to be fucked, screw the consequences. Her lips opened and behind clenched teeth she said softly, "Bri, ple--"
BLAM!!!!!!
She jumped, pain lancing through her chest again. A gunshot? In a flash her hands were up at her chest, twisting Briareos' wrists just enough for his hold on her to release. Her nipples throbbed as blood returned to them but she was too preoccupied with the gunshot to notice. Did we miss someone? Did someone sneak in while we were fooling around? Shit, my gear is so fucking far away.
She tried to dodge to the side to her gun, but collided with Briareos' arm, which had shot out in her way. She glanced at him, and shouted, "Briareos! We've been found! We need to run! We need to... What the hell?"
Briareos was standing in front of her, his outstretched arms and large muscular frame blocking her way, hard member standing erect, his face grimaced with what looked like annoyance as he glanced over his shoulder. And... behind him... about 10 feet down the alley... stood another Briareos.
This one was wearing a high-tech armor suit with headgear, his arms outstretched, a smoking gun clutched in his shaking hands. His features made him look like he might be even slightly… older somehow. Blood was dripping from his hair and running down his face, which looked panicked and furious. Her eyes met his. He was shouting something at her, his mouth opening and closing, but she couldn't hear anything. She felt dizzy. Her vision shook and she felt cold.
"Briareos... What? How? ...Who...?"
As she watched, too stunned to move, the clothed Briareos glanced away in alarm directly at the blank alley wall… seemingly at something behind or beyond it that only he could see, and his gun went off twice, pointed right at the bricks. But she didn't hear the shots this time. Suddenly he flew off his feet, seemingly hit from the side, but there was nothing... No one else in the alley. She expected him... It... to collide with the alley wall, but he just went through it as if it didn't exist, disappearing from sight.
"TERE...!?" She paused, confused as to what exactly she had been about to say, then turned to the naked man in front of her, "Did you see that? Who was that? What's going on?!"
Briareos didn't say a word. Suddenly her face reeled to the side as he slapped her, hard. She gasped. It took a second for the pain to reach her, and he in that time he swiftly grabbed the back of her neck (coldmetalneedledanger), kicked her legs open, and with an incredibly smooth, mechanical motion, shoved two whole fingers directly into her sopping wet pussy.
"AhhhhhHhhhhHhhh!!" She almost shouted, but it left her throat as a strong moan. Her knees buckled and her weight fell onto his hand against her labia, pushing his fingers even farther into her. She couldn't take it, she was going to come. She was still so wet from his earlier teasing, but his thick fingers filled her up to the brim. The pleasure had burst into her like an explosion. She gasped, gripping the arm that was holding her neck and the one pushing up inside her. They were cold, his muscles taut and steely.
"FuckBrithisisn't... the time..." She panted, "We... Needto... nnnoooOOOOO" She screamed as he suddenly pressed his body into hers, supporting her weight against the wall, pulling his fingers out of her, and shoving them back in harshly over and over in rapid succession, like a jackhammer. Her body bucked as she came, hard, her muscles spasming around him as waves of pleasure coursed through her. She was clenching, clenching against his pounding fingers, her mouth opened in a silent moan.
He didn't slow down though, he just curled his fingers and moved his arm even faster, his fingers mercilessly filling her, reaching deep, deep inside her. Faster than she thought an arm could move. She couldn't even think coherently, the pleasure was so blinding, the sensation completely overwhelming. She was so wet, wet enough that even this onslaught was smooth and painless. She could feel something rising in her, threatening to drown her. His fingers were sliding impossibly fast in and out of her sopping hole. She couldn't even distinguish his movements, anymore, it just felt like a metal rod was ravaging her, pressing hard against her g-spot. He moved his thumb so that it pushed against her clit every time he thrusted into her, and she lost it completely.   
She vaguely noticed that she was letting out a keening wail now, her eyes scrunched up tightly, all of her nerves and mind focused on the feelings coursing through her. His fingers and hand were slapping against her wet flesh fast enough to sound like a vibrator, his fingers reaching and pressing deep into her, into her, into her, into her, and his thumb flitting rapidly, relentlessly against her swollen clit.
A wave, a tsunami, was building inside her. Too much, too much.
She couldn’t handle it. It was growing, she was going to drown in it. Fuck. It was going to come out of her. It grew, it grew… it swelled… she was lost in it… It peaked…
She felt all the muscles in her body relax for half of an instant, and she knew what was coming. Deunan tried to scream but no sound came out this time as a second orgasm tore through her, and as it seemed like every single muscle in her body contracted tightly—so tightly—in ecstasy. Nerves overloading, her legs shook involuntarily. She felt like she was peeing. She dimly saw liquid squirting out of her pussy, over and over, drenching Briareos' palm and arm, too much to believe.  
He lowered her weight back onto her own feet, but she was still coming, the waves of ecstasy making her body heave and tremble slightly, and she collapsed onto her knees and hands in front of him. She was breathing heavily, shuddering through the aftermath of her orgasms. Her vision was clearing, she must have almost blacked out. She could feel the liquid running down her legs, beading on the hard metal flo-- She blinked, and found herself looking at the rough concrete ground of the alley again. She could have sworn it had just been a brushed metal surface. Her knees weren’t even skinned from the impact. Panting, she shakily pushed herself off of her hands to sit back on her heels. Something hard and warm slapped her lightly on the cheek. Briareos stood before her, rubbing his cock on the side of her face. She glanced up into his face, but there was no smile there. No mocking grin, no warm spark in his eyes. He grabbed his cock and pushed it against her lips insistently, the pre-cum streaking across her face and cheek. His hand went to her short blonde hair, grabbing a fistful roughly and holding her head steady.
Something was definitely wrong. Briareos has never been like this with her. He’d played with her fantasies before and they’d had an amazing time playing master and servant, but it was always a give and take. There were some lines they didn’t cross and even if he was shouting at her, or hitting her, she could always somehow feel the affection and love behind his voice, and see it in his eyes. She trusted him, no matter what they were doing, and she had always given her consent because of that. This wasn’t like that. There was no emotion in his face, but that wasn’t the problem. It was the lack of emotion… in him. Behind his face, behind his eyes… there was nothing. This wasn’t Briareos. It was his body all right, but he was missing. Like a machine, without a soul.  
A shiver ran through Deunan that was distinctly unpleasurable. She opened her mouth for him and Briareos slid his hot cock into her. She left her hands dangling at her sides, seemingly submissive and obedient as he twisted his fingers in her hair and began rocking back and forth, fucking her face. It was huge, larger than she.... remembered. She could barely get her jaws wide enough that her teeth wouldn't scrape his skin. Her tongue played with the bottom of his shaft as she began trying to think of her next move. Both of his hands were now in her hair, which meant he’d already dropped the gun. She tilted her head, twisting her mouth and tongue around his pumping cock, gagging slightly as his large girth was thrust down her throat. Her eyes watered but she had a weak gag-reflex, which had always served her well in these activities with him. She tried to sneak a glance down at the ground. The revolver, still glimmering with saliva, was laying discarded a couple of meters behind Briareos’ right heel.
Suddenly her head was yanked backwards by the hair, the hard member pulled out of her mouth, a strand of spit dangling from her lips. She gasped for breath, a tear falling down her cheek from her watering eyes. He slapped her face with his rigid cock, her own saliva mixed with his pre-cum splattering against her skin. The back of her neck still hurt. He took a step back as she coughed and panted for breath and stood, hands on his hips, his engorged cock still twitching, now covered in her spit and his own secretions. He looked at her, still kneeling in a small splashing of her own cum and saliva. She was staring him in the eyes, trying to see what was going on. She dimly remembered something about another Briareos who had appeared in the alley. The back of her neck still hurt.
Am I going crazy? She desperately thought. Briareos, is this really you? What is going on?  
The man before her outstretched his arms, gestured to his throbbing member, and smiled, a smile that never touched his eyes. They remained as cold and hard as brushed metal. His mouth opened and his lips moved, almost in slow motion, and she could see his mouth was saying the words: “Mount me. Join me, Deunan.”  
But the voice she heard — echoing inside her head — as he spoke was pained, was struggling. Completely out of sync with the mouth that was moving on this man’s face. 
Help me…. help me, Deunan… 
It was Briareos. THAT was Briareos. That voice. Not human, no... not anymore... but alive, and real. Her Briareos. With love in his voice and care in his arms when he held her.
He was in pain. He was trapped. She knew now, she knew that thing wasn’t him. And… it knew that she knew.
The naked man-shaped thing’s face flashed anger, and he took a step forward snarling, but Deunan was ahead of him. Her hand flashed up to behind her neck and she kicked off of her leg into a roll across the smooth metal “concrete” floor. As she rolled her hand latched on to the invisible cord that she knew was there and jerked it out of her neck. As she came up from her roll, she was back in the brushed metal room, several metallic, notched cords bunched together in the rough shape of a human right where the fake Briareos had been standing a moment before.  
She had rolled to the left, so she was right next to the revolver, its barrel still glistening with her spit.
Guess that part wasn't totally an illusion... She whipped it up at the floating metal tentacles.
  God I really hope I counted right and this is still loaded. She fired.
BANG!! BANG!!
Two of the tentacles careened out of the way from the force of the bullets, the rest moved toward her.
That FUCKER! It WAS loaded! How dare he!   
She’d never forgive Briareos for that stunt he had pulled with the gun. Except… it wasn’t him that had done it. She’d never forgive Xander, then. For making her Briareos do that to her. For making her believe in a lie. She had toyed with Deunan’s emotions, gotten past her guard. And she’d used him to do it. She’d kill the bitch.  
Deunan spun and, ignoring the tentacles behind her, sprinted away from the wall, her vision tunneled in on the metallic women surrounded by her floating tentacles. She was stark naked, running at full tilt, holding a wet revolver, straight at the centerpiece of the whole Halcon network. And she didn’t care. If she could take down Xander, this would all end. Even if she had to sacrifice herself to do it. She hoped Briareos and Tereus were ok, but she couldn’t spare the moment to look for them.  
“XANDEEEEEERRRR!!!!!!” The warrior screamed as she ran, dodging and weaving, spinning away from the cords that flew towards her.
She aimed at Xander’s head and fired twice, but a tentacle was already there to block the shots. She leapt into the air, mere yards from the floating woman now, but surrounded by a horde of metal cords. They extended towards her and she fired. The bullet ricocheted against one of the small cords plugged into Xander’s exposed face, breaking it and sending it spinning, red liquid spilling everywhere down the side of Xander’s head. The cyborg screamed.
Deunan pulled the trigger again but the gun was out of bullets. She was caught in the midriff while she was falling by one of the cords which wrapped around her naked torso and held her in midair, knocking the wind out of her. She threw the gun at Xander, but a tendril knocked it aside harmlessly. Her hands flew to the cord holding her but could not loosen it. She kicked but the metal tentacle held firm, pressing painfully against her ribs.
Xander had her hand over her face, and when she removed it, the small tube Deunan had dislodged was mended, and the red liquid—seemingly blood—was smeared on the side of her head, which was mostly covered in protruding tubes and metal. Only Xander’s face and neck were seemingly still human skin. And that face was as impassive as ever.  
“You Do Indeed Have A Strong Will Deunan To Have Resisted The Mental Contamination. I Was Right About Choosing You. I Calculate You Will Not Fare As Well Against A Physical Intrusion. Behold Now What Halcon Has Done For The Hecatonchires.”
  Deunan was about to shout something at the metal bitch but suddenly it dawned on her what Xander had said. She gasped and swung her head around, shouting, “Briareos!”  
She noticed Tereus collapsed in a heap on the ground, her own clothes in a pile nearby, and… where Briareos had been attacked by the wall panels, there were now eight giant metal panels in a circle, surrounding where she had last seen him standing. She couldn’t see if he was in there or if he was alright. She struggled with her bonds again but she realized she was being lowered to the ground.  
“Briareos! BRIAREOS!”  
When she hit the ground she lurched forward, and the cord released. She stumbled, trying to get to where Xander was holding Briareos inside that machine. As she stepped forward, a loud hissing noise filled the room, and the eight panels moved outwards, dozens of writhing metallic cords visible between them. Then, like the machine that had revealed Xander when they had entered, the panels facing Deunan sunk into the floor, the cords retreating back into them.   Deunan froze. As the panels fell, she saw Briareos.  
His large metallic body was suspended above the ground, back against the remaining panels. His lenses were dark as if he was in sleep mode and his body looked limp against the metal machine. Puncture marks covered his chest and arms and legs all over, and dozens of cords still protruded from his back and head, holding him suspended. He looked… ravaged. There was no blood pouring out so maybe it hadn’t been deep wounds…. but his mind… was her Briareos still there?  
This was no false memory. This was real life, and this was her Briareos. Illusions be damned; this was the man she trusted, her partner. And he was in danger. At that moment, for Deunan, stopping Xander came second to saving his life. She started towards him, her arm outstretched, just wanting to get him off of those cords and back into her arms…
Suddenly her brain froze. She had missed something.  No, she had simply ignored what couldn’t be there. What couldn’t possibly be there. She must have been mistaken.
But no, there it was, impossible, human, whole… and…
...hard.  
Briareos’ pelvic armor and most of his clothing had been removed, revealing his metallic torso and chest, and where there was normally a utility belt and access panel, right at the apex of his metal legs… there was a massive, hard, throbbing penis and a matching set of testicles right underneath.  
Deunan took a step back. She had never… That was impossible. Briareos didn’t HAVE human genitals. He couldn’t. They had… explored every possibility, consulting with scientists and cyborg experts, but the inflatable option left a lot to be desired and his system couldn’t divert enough blood to make a real, human, stem-cell-created penis functional and still support the rest of his biological organs. They had settled for an attachable metal dildo that could be loosely hacked into his systems so he could experience some pleasure from it. It was never quite the same but it was the best they could do now when they wanted penetrative sex.  So the very human, very formidable member standing before her eyes was an impossibility. Was this another illusion?
But this… everything else looked real. Deunan reached slowly toward the back of her neck but no invisible cord met her fingers. Ok, this isn't another Halcon induced dream-world... but... She was dazed. This must have been Xander’s doing. But why? It looked too real to be a hologram. The cock between Briareos’ legs was twitching up and down, presumably with his heartbeat.
Heartbeat. So… he must be alive.  
As she thought this, suddenly, the cords holding Briareos extended from the wall, setting his heavy body on his feet with a loud thump. The tentacles remained attached to his chassis, and he stood slightly spread-eagled. Deunan didn’t know what to do.
  Xander’s voice echoed throughout the room as Briareos began to move.  
“The Hecatonchires System Took Time To Infiltrate.”
  Briareos’ hands lowered to his sides.
  “In Case The Mental Attack Was Resisted, We Decided To Prepare A Backup.”
  Briareos’ head raised, looking directly at Deunan’s small, nude form, just a few yards away.
  “Resistance Is Futile. Surrender Yourself Now, Deunan Knute, And Become One With Halcon.”  
Briareos’ eye lenses flickered to life. They were not the blue that Deunan had insisted on because she loved it on him. They were bright red. The cock protruding from his groin was still hard, still huge, and Deunan could see a drop of pre-cum forming on the tip.  
“…Just Like The Hecatonchires Has.”  
Briareos took a step towards Deunan.  

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TO BE CONTINUED! :D

I have a cool ending planned for this, so stay tuned! Hope you enjoyed. I know there was a lot of plot here but there's gonna be a whole lot more sexytime in the next chapter.

Also.... If anyone has desire for it... Maybe I'll write a special in-between chapter about what exactly was happening to Briareos (from his perspective) between those metal panels? With all those tentacles? Explaining why he's so hard already? Hmmm?

Let me know ;)
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