Neeri's Need: How to Crash a Party (5 page)

When she heard the beep and mechanical voice requesting the code, Neeri grasped the band around Ridge’s cock and balls and tightened until he grunted.
Then she scraped her claws lightly on his shaft. “Nice and loud, now,” she whispered.

He shouted the access code, over and over
. She flicked off the band and squeezed his balls to his shaft with one hand while clamping the claws of her other hand around his diamond hard cock. He pumped and shouted and shot his load all over himself, his entire body flushed a deep, dangerous red and drenched in sweat. When she let him go, he made a whining sound and slumped over, passing out cold.

Looking around, Neeri found a sani-center and cleaned her hands, smirking when she caught Sasha’s wide-eyed stare. “He’s going to have an interesting life. Every time he hears an access code, I’m betting he shoots off in his pants. Is the net down, Scales?”

It is. I see the docking platform just ahead.

“Time to get you ready then, princess,” Neeri said to Sasha with a malicious grin. “
How do you feel about gags?”

Sasha made her feelings about gags perfectly clear in a rather shrill
tirade peppered with colorful obscenities. Neeri applauded when she was done and then explained in detail the little drama they would have to act out in order for Big O to believe them. More obscenities filled the air, this time from both Sasha and Ocen. Neeri calmly pointed out that they were out of time and unless either of them had a better idea, they needed to shut the hell up and deal.

“But why a
gag?”
Sasha asked in near hysteria.

“Would you calm down? It’s just a prop. Plus it’ll keep you from saying anything stupid and giving us away.
Just think of this as a theatrical challenge. The better you act, the better our chances of fooling that big mechanical dildo.”

“I hate you.”

“That’s just stage fright talking. Ready?” Neeri held up a strip of cloth with a barely suppressed grin. The little red-head was making this ever so much fun.

Pale and pinched, Sasha slowly turned around. Ocen had eased out of his pilot’s nook and
now clasped one of her hands, his fine-scaled face drawn with concern.

Neeri snickered as she slipped the cloth between Sasha’s lips
, wiggling it until it was firmly in her mouth and then tying the ends behind her head. “You two are adorable. Give me your wrists, Red.” Sasha tucked her hands behind her back, visibly shaking. Neeri looped a strap around her wrists but tucked the ends into one of Sasha’s palms and closed her cold fingers over it. “Remember, this is just for show,” she soothed the amusing little human. “She’ll be back before you know it, Scales. Don’t try the doors until I let you know it’s safe.”

Ocen nodded, but his features looked even more wracked with worry.
He said nothing though, at least to her, as they turned toward the hatch.

Neeri marched Sasha out of the ship and down the long docking corridor to the big metal doors that stood between her and her prize.
Now the real fun begins,
she thought with a slow, predatory smile. Pulling Sasha to a halt an arm’s length away, she waited for a couple of breaths before sighing loudly and aiming a kick at the doors.

“Come on, Big O, I know you can see me!” she yelled, tipping her head toward the recessed surveillance unit above the doors. “Open up. I’ve got a present for you.”

“Neeri,” O’s flat voice reverberated in the corridor. “How did you circumvent the memory eraser?”

“Mmm, wouldn’t you like to know,” she purred
, slipping an arm around Sasha’s waist and cuddling her close. “Let me in and I’ll tell you all about it.”

Sasha made
a peculiar sound in her throat, like she was choking on a protest. Maybe the little human thought she was overdoing it.
Everybody’s a critic.

“You are resourceful to have made it this far. How did you acquire the access codes for the security protocol?”

“That is an excellent question with a
fascinating
answer. Open up and I’ll explain.”

“Why are you here
, Neeri?”

“I want back in, O. It’s boring out here.”

“Boredom is illogical. I cannot authorize your return.”

“But I brought you a yummy play toy,” Neeri pouted, running fingers through Sasha’s red hair and snugging her closer. “Don’t you remember her?”

“She is in my data net as a successful release and reintegration. You have captured her? Why have you brought her?”

“You thought she and the Ophidian were a mated pair. You were wrong, O.
Don’t you wanna find out why?”

“That is not possible. The data was very clear.”

“Run a scan if you don’t believe me. She hasn’t had intercourse. And she’s just
dripping
with lust for me. I’ve been playing with her all the way here.” Neeri nuzzled close and nipped Sasha’s earlobe, grinning when the little woman jumped and quivered. “Oh, she’s so sweet and tender. I almost hate to let you have her.”

“A scan confirms your claim of no intercourse. But humans are notoriously reticent. She may have—”

“Reticent? Not this one. She’s bound and gagged and still creams for me,” Neeri bragged and slipped a hand into the waistband of Sasha’s slacks. The red-head stiffened and squeaked, but Neeri tightened her arm around her and whispered, “Relax. The more you act like you enjoy this, the faster he opens the door and you go free.” Then she slid her hand slowly down Sasha’s quivering abdomen, teased her curls for a second, and cupped her pussy lips with a hum of approval. “Deliciously hot and wet,” she taunted both O and Sasha, watching the woman’s cheeks flush with bright color.

Brushing slow fingers across those slick lips, Neeri brought her other hand up and cupped Sasha’s breast, flicking her thumb over the woman’s
cloth-covered nipple. Sasha jerked a little with another sound in her throat, a more breathy sound this time, much to Neeri’s delight. Pushing a finger in between those hot folds, Neeri pressed up and then pushed down with aching slowness, watching in fascination as Sasha started to loosen and melt against her, brown eyes blurring with pleasure. The human was extraordinarily responsive, even when she didn’t want to be. Ocen was pretty damned lucky.

“Should I make her cum for me, Big O?
Would that finally get you off?”

Neeri could feel Sasha’s thighs quivering, heard her breath catch and rush out every time she stroked that swollen little clit.
The red-head whimpered a little when Neeri caught her tight nipple between her fingers and rolled. Neeri dipped deep and gathered hot liquid, slathering it ruthlessly over that throbbing nub before teasing just the tip in small, light circles. Sasha’s hips began to move in twitching circles too, her head tilting back as if it had become too heavy to hold upright.

Neeri was gratified to fe
el her own clit swell and pulse, zips of lust flashing up her spine. But she still wasn’t as hot as she expected to be. Normally, she’d be rubbing herself off on Sasha’s bound fingers, bringing them both to writhing climax. She undulated against Sasha’s hip and licked along her jaw just for show, because O would expect it.

Then Neeri drew out her hand and held her shiny fingers up to the surveillance
before giving them a salacious lick with a loud purr of approval. Sasha muttered something around her gag in a severe, shaky tone, but Neeri ignored her. “Sweet and thick as honey. Come on, O. You’re dying to find out why she’s not mate-thralled.”

The doors slid quietly open.

Neeri darted through them without hesitation, pausing on the other side to blow Sasha a kiss and flash her a wicked grin. Then she bounded through the corridors, racing toward Big O’s sanctum. She burst into the central control station with a theatrical squeal of delight, and leapt at the large, multi-armed AI. He caught her, of course, one of those long, slithery appendages wrapping firmly around her waist and holding her off the ground. His visual visor swiveled toward her, expressionless.

“Neeri, what are you doing? You left the subject at the threshold.”

“The bots can pick her up. I’m just excited to see you, O.” She stroked the thick arm holding her and wriggled in his grip. “Mmm, tuck this between my legs and you’ll see how excited.” This was familiar ground, something he would expect her to say. She’d been trying to get the big mechanical prick to fuck her with his many appendages since she’d been hired. Sadly, the AI had no sex drive, or sex organs for that matter. She only called the thing
he
because those arms reminded her of really long, flexible cocks. She’d had a horde of fantasies about him holding her down on his control panels and pumping those things inside her everywhere. “Why did you send me away?” she pouted.

“You had become a liability to the program. The rules are very clear—no contact with the subjects. You compromised the Ophidian’s data flow.”
He set her down close to her old holo-viewing station, turning back to his work without a blip of concern.

Neeri hid a predatory grin of satisfaction.
Just a creature of habit was Big O, responding to expected patterns of behavior. The Neeri he’d always known was hedonistic and superficial, interested only in the pleasure of the moment and of no particular threat. His logic matrix expected her to continue this behavior.

“Okay, so I made a mistake. But you guys never let me out of here!” she whined, sidling closer.
“You can’t make a Lyo watch sex every day and not get any at all. It makes us crazy. Especially with you waving these things at me all day long,” she murmured, stroking one of his arms.

He ignored her touch
, letting her move closer to his core. “They will not allow you to return.”

“Not even as a subject? Throw me in a cell, O.
I’ll give you the hottest data flow you’ve ever seen in this place.” She straddled the arm and hooked fingers in a groove of his core plating, dragging herself up that thick appendage. It gave her a thrill—after so many fantasies, riding one of his arms and feeling it slide between her pussy lips made her juice flow, but she didn’t stop to savor the sensation.

He was already reaching for her and she didn’t have much time. “
Inappropriate as always—what are you doing?”

She’d slid her hand around his head while he spoke, ignoring the arm that wrapped around her waist once again. Before he could lift her away, she clawed the plating off the back of his head and plunged her hand inside. “Killing you,” she snarled into his visor, ripping his delicate neural netting apart.

His arms went limp, sliding away from her to crash to the floor. She eased off his motionless body and leaned over the control panels, shoving dead appendages out of the way. Muttering to herself, she quickly flicked through the holos of the subjects, looking for Adin. He wasn’t in the same little white cell. With a hiss of fear, she ran a search, pulling up the security grid at the same time. As she’d warned Ocen and Sasha, the system had registered the loss of its controlling AI and reacted, instituting lockdown procedures. It wasn’t in full defensive mode yet, but if she didn’t start giving it orchestrator input, all hell would break loose.

“Ocen,” she snapped
, racing to stay ahead of the lockdown and keep the corridors open. “Get your scaly ass in here! This thing is freaking out and I don’t know if I can—” She bit off the rest with a curse when a distress beacon began to chime. She hurried to kill it, but the system could tell she wasn’t its main operator—it put the distress on a delay instead of shutting it down, waiting for the orchestrator to resume normal functions.

I am here. Direct me,
Ocen said in her mind.

“Left corridor to the T-junction, right about ten paces to the lift, down two levels,” she rattled off, checking on the search for Adin’s location. “They moved him and I don’t—okay, here it is.
He’s in medical…” Her voice faded away, ears ringing and knees unhinging. She had to catch herself on the edge of the control panel but couldn’t peel her eyes away from the holo image of Adin, cuffed to a long table with tubes in his arm. Ferocious longing closed her throat, heart thumping with alarm. What had they done to him?

Medical? Is he all right?

“Yes,” she wheezed, scanning frantically through the data. “He’s—he’s just sedated. He hasn’t been…cooperating.” She stared at the history of their time apart, an ache growing in her chest. He had refused all other females, despite his growing physical distress. The mating burn had driven him to violence, and they’d had to sedate him to prevent injury.
Oh, Adin.
“Straight ahead then to the right,” she rasped to Ocen. “Follow the signs.”

Her gaze lingered on that long muscled body, his intricately patterned scales gleaming like sapphire in the lights of medical. He lay still, eyes closed, and Neeri realized she was having trouble breathing. Tearing her eyes away, she went back to fighting the system for control of the facility, trying to ignore how her hands shook. “Ocen, hurry up. I might have to pull the plug on this thing, crash it. That means it’ll get awful dark and weird down there.”

Define weird.

“The cell wall matrices will freeze or fail. It’ll be like a maze, plus some of the subjects will be loose. Watch your back. A few of them don’t play well with others.”