In the Cuffs
Hey, sorry for the delay, but I've been involved in doing other things in my life, and I've also suffered from quite a bit of writer's block. Truth be told, I'm kind of running out of steam with this fic, so I'm sorry to tell you all, but it might not be going on for much longer. I'll keep going for as long as I can, though, because your reviews are the best part of writing these fanfics.
In this chapter, the title pretty much says it all. Some of my loyal readers have been bugging the hell out of me for this kind of chapter (halo-and-callofduty-fan, I'm looking at you!), so I finally figured 'why the hell not'?
And I usually set the scene up, but this time, I decided to dive straight into it. Enjoy.
John did not dream that often, but when he did, it was usually related to actual events from his life, particularly his career as a Spartan. He dreamed of his moments on the battlefield, from seeing his enemies and allies alike fall under a hail of bullets or plasma shots, or blown into many pieces by a violent explosion. Or seeing one of his fellow Spartans, his brothers and sisters, die, and then come to be known as 'Missing in Action'; something that only he and a select few others knew the truth about.
But some other dreams had events that he did not remember happening in his life. Him dying, his few remaining friends falling in battle, being assimilated by the vile entity known as the Flood, or being captured by his enemies and subjected to horrible experiments and torture.
This particular dream was a torture one. He was in a cell of some kind. The room was so dark that not even his enhanced eyesight could make out the shadows. He could see anybody else, let alone able to determine whether they were humans, Elites, Brutes or whatever.
John was stripped of his MJOLNIR armour, and now stood only in a simple pair of pants. His arms were held in some kind of shackles above his head, and try as he might, he could not get them free. He did not even know how he ended up in this position in the first place.
"There's no point in struggling," a smooth voice said from out of the darkness, "you are well and truly trapped, my dear Spartan."
There was something unusual about that voice, familiar even, but John's frantic mind could not make it out. He was too busy fighting against his restraints at that moment. Still, he could not help but notice that it did not seem particularly malevolent. In fact, it seemed almost… playful.
"Yes," the voice said again, "you are now completely at my mercy, John."
The voice also sounded smooth and feminine. And, come to think of it, it seemed very familiar…
"And now, I get to have my fun with you!"
Hang on. Was that Cortana?...
John snapped awake, and in the space of just a few seconds, he took stock of where he was and what situation he had found himself in. With a feeling of relief, he saw that he was not in a prison cell, but rather in the bedroom that he shared with Cortana. And he was not standing up with his hands restrained above his head. Instead he was lying on the bed.
There was one thing that remained the same though: his hands were restrained above his head. Straining his head to look upwards, John saw that his wrists were locked in a pair of handcuffs, with the chain looped around the middle bar of the head frame.
Ok, so that's one thing out of my dream that is still true, John thought. Now why the hell am I in this position? I wonder if—
And then he put two and two together and remembered the voice from his dream. The smooth, sensual, feminine voice that had sounded all too familiar. All of a sudden everything started to make sense to him.
"Cortana," John groaned.
As if bidden, the AI-turned-human appeared before him. She was straddling his waist with an extremely mischievous grin on her face that told the Spartan that she had some interesting plans for him that definitely had something to do with the fact that he was now cuffed to the bed frame. Plans that certainly had something to do with some type of erotic fun.
"Glad to see you're awake, my dear Spartan," she practically sang.
John sighed. "Cortana, is there any reason as to why you have cuffed me to the bedframe like this?" He already knew the answer, but part of him simply felt like asking her for the sheer sake of it.
"Oh, I just thought it would be fun of us to try a little… experiment, of sorts," she replied, her grin seeming to become more mischievous. "An experiment in… bondage and domination, I believe."
"An experiment?" John echoed dubiously. "Seems to me that you simply want to tie me down and then have your way with me."
Cortana shrugged. "Well, I suppose that if you wished to explain it in the most basic of terms, then that would be the drift of it, but I for one like the way I described it."
"Of course you would," John muttered.
Cortana chose to ignore that little remark and continue explaining. "Anyway, I've heard some stories about people using cuffs and other sorts of bondage equipment during sex, and I thought that it would be an interesting idea."
"Uh-huh. And where exactly did you hear these ideas? I don't think many of the scientists and researchers at the base are prone to just spout off about this kind of stuff."
"Well, you're right about that," Cortana admitted as she began to trace imaginary symbols on his chest with her finger. "This is the sort of thing that the soldiers would say. And you know me; I'm nearly always paying attention. That and, well, there's only so much you can do at the base before becoming bored out of your mind."
John raised his eyebrow. "Are you telling me that you spend much of your time at the base coming up with weird and unusual ways for us to have sex?"
Cortana laughed. "Well, not all of the time, John. Just most of the time, I guess."
John flopped his head back on the pillow. "Now you're just teasing."
Cortana moved herself up so that her face was next to his. "It is one of the things that I do best," she said, before planting a loving kiss on the Spartan's lips. "Now just sit back and enjoy your little punishment."
Cortana's playful mood finally seemed to rub off on the usually stoic warrior, and he allowed himself a smile. "As you wish," he said.
The smile on John's face was all the encouragement that the former AI needed and she let loose a giggle. It was getting close to a year now since she had undergone the procedure to become human, and in that time, she and John had engaged in a passionate relationship, making love at least several times a week. Admittedly, her new body had taken some getting used to, but once Cortana had settled into the flow of things, she could understand why humans seemed to enjoy engaging in intercourse so much. The chemical responses that this act induced were simply euphoric, and when one added in the emotional aspect of a relationship like the one between her and John, well, that just made a truly wonderful thing all the more special.
And Cortana had not been kidding when she said that teasing was one of the things that she did best. As an Artificial Intelligence, she had always been witty and quick-witted, but had lacked the ability to do anything serious in the physical sense due to her simple lack of corporeal form. But now that she was a solid presence that was no longer an issue. She had developed a playful streak at least a kilometre wide, and had almost zero compunction about using it.
Leaning back from the chained Spartan, Cortana continued to shoot him a smouldering look of desire as she pulled off her top and then her shorts, revealing her amazing nude form. Just the sight of those tantalising curves was enough to make John's manhood harden, and his shorts began to bulge. Cortana noticed this and smiled. This man had often been considered by others to be an unfeeling killing machine, but she knew better, and the fact that the simple sight of her body was enough to provoke such as response in him never ceased to amaze her. Not only that, but it simply served to turn her on even more.
Cortana decided to experiment with this a little, and she began to slowly and sensually run her hands over her body; her flat stomach, her long neck, her toned thighs, her large breasts. As she did so, she closed her eyes and let out long and soft moans at the feeling that her own hands were giving her, relishing in the wondrous sensation that had originally been denied her in her former life as a holographic avatar. She remembered all of the times that her new flesh and the nerves within had stimulated her to the peak of pleasure; from when she first pleasured herself to the countless times that she and John had made love. She held all of that in her mind and let her hands wander, eliciting breathy moans and gentle sighs of desire all the time.
Cracking her eyes open, Cortana saw that John's manhood, obscured by the fabric of his shorts and already significantly hardened, seemed to become even more solid, and this legendary soldier known as the Master Chief let out an involuntary whimper that could only be described as one of pure desire. Cortana smiled, knowing that she had succeeded in her goal, and that she definitely had him right where she wanted him.
Lowering her body back down to his, Cortana kissed the part of his flesh just above the band of his shorts, below his navel. Running her tongue along it in circles, she felt the Spartan's body react to her ministrations. Her face was now perfectly positioned that all she had to do was move a little bit lower to his aching member…
But instead, she moved her head further up his torso, planting kisses along it as she went. She heard him let out another whimper, whether it was of desire or frustration, Cortana could not tell, but she figured it was a little bit of both. But she was not done with her fun yet. Not by a long shot. She had him right where she wanted him, and she was going to get as much fun out of this experience as she could.
As she continued kissing up his torso, Cortana would frequently come across one of the many scars that covered his body; reminders of his long life at war. Even now, she found it disheartening that one man could endure such pain, and in a path that was not of his choosing. Nonetheless, she managed to make it all worthwhile. Cortana ran her lips and tongue along the sensitive skin, eliciting groans from the usually stoic Master Chief.
As she kept moving up, Cortana let her body tease his in an obviously-blatant way as she let her breasts drag along his crotch; first the right one, followed by the left. Feeling the soft ample mounds pressed up against his manhood seemed to be almost too much for the Spartan, and he let out a low animalistic growl through gritted teeth. For a moment, Cortana thought her sensual teasing was going to make him erupt in premature orgasm, but he managed to clamp down on this, and he body relaxed once again.
Cortana smiled and crawled up his body till her face was equal to his. "Ooh, for a second there," she sang teasingly, "I was afraid that you were going to go off early."
John growled back in response. "It's not that easy to maintain self-control when you tease me like this."
"Maybe not, but admit it, you would not have it any other way, would you?"
John simply gave her a look that was usually only seen in a man that was being sexually tortured endlessly by a woman, but was too stubborn to admit that he was enjoying it so much. Cortana giggled, and then continued with her kissing, this time starting just below his neck and moving down.
As she persisted in assaulting the Spartan's torso with her lips and tongue, Cortana once again allowed her curvaceous body to rub against his, particularly his groin area. Though he was prepared for it this time, John still groaned in sheer desire at the feeling.
When she finally reached his groin, Cortana immediately hooked her fingers into the band of his shorts and smoothly pulled them down. All nine inches of John's thoroughly hardened manhood sprang into view, and she wrapped her hand around it, giving it a few gentle strokes. Normally, she liked to just use her hands or her mouth to stimulate him, but this time, she decided to do something much more sensual.
Positioning herself between John's legs, Cortana moved her body up until his member was against her chest, positioned in between her breasts. With her hands, she pressed the two ample mounds together, sandwiching his manhood between them. Cortana heard a low groan from John, and she smiled as she began to move herself up and down, letting her breasts go up and down the length of the Spartan's organ and stimulate the sensitive nerves collected within.
From his prone and captive position, John felt his mind start to spin. Ever since that little incident on the beach, he and Cortana had managed to develop an amazing sex life with each other, and had done it in practically every known position, as well as in a variety of environments; ranging from in the driver's seat of a Warthog to the zero gravity atmosphere of orbit. It seemed as though Cortana wanted to experiment everywhere and any way that she could and he was all too happy to comply.
But even now, she still managed to blow his mind. Truth be told, he had always wanted to do the sex act known colloquially as a titjob, but he had not been too sure how to mention this to Cortana. Of course, given her somewhat liberal attitude to their sexual escapades he probably should not have worried too much. Now she had gone and done it for them, so he was finding no reason to complain. Instead, as Cortana continued to move her breasts practically bounce up and down his manhood, he simply leaned back slightly and relished the sheer ecstasy of the sensation.
Cortana could not help but smile as she beheld the reactions her movements were giving to her lover. She had actually known that he was willing to experiment with a titjob, but being the uptight Spartan that he was, he tended to keep his mouth shut about things like this. Fortunately, she knew him better than he knew himself, and she was more than willing to accommodate.
Slowing her movements down, Cortana then stopped and pulled her chest back from John's crotch. The Spartan looked down at her questioningly, wondering why she had suddenly ceased these incredibly erotic and stimulating ministrations. He opened his mouth to ask something, but then closed it again once Cortana bent down and began to use her own on his manhood. Instead, he chose to lean his head back once again, and let out another low groan of desire as he felt the former AI moving her lips up and down his shaft and swirling her tongue around the head.
Since John's member was about nine inches long, Cortana was hard pressed trying to get as much of it into her mouth as she could, but it really did not bother her in the least if she was unable to do so. All that really mattered to her was the pleasure she was giving her man, and that which he gave her in return. For a couple of minutes, she licked and sucked the Spartan's manhood, spurred on by the grunts of pleasure that he sporadically let off. A couple of times, John pulled against the chains of the cuffs around his wrists, but the way they tightened around the bedframe reminded her that he was captive, completely and wholly in her grasp.
And that was the way she wanted him. This time, she was the one in control.
Releasing John's organ with a soft 'pop', Cortana licked her lips and fixed her man with another smouldering glare; one that told of the sheer pleasure that she was feeling at how she had complete control of him. He returned a look that said 'do to me whatever you want'.
Crawling up John's body, Cortana positioned herself so that her womanhood was situated directly over his crotch. Lowering herself downward, she felt his manhood slide deeply into her moistened opening until all nine inches were sheathed into her warmth. As she settled for a few seconds against him, Cortana closed her eyes and let out a low moan, feeling her body tremble slightly at the sensation.
Opening her electric blue eyes, Cortana looked down at her captive lover; effectively her little sex toy in this little romp of theirs. The normally stoic and unflappable Spartan was beginning to pull against the chains of the cuffs and letting out small but noticeable whimpers. Cortana knew why; usually he liked to hold her close and have his hands on her body when they made love, and even though she usually wanted that too, this time, she wanted him to be completely at her mercy.
Smiling lecherously, Cortana leaned down to give John a brief but passionate kiss on the lips. "Calm down now, my dear Spartan," she said liltingly, placing her finger on his lips to shush him. "I have only just begun to have my fun with you." She pushed herself back up so that she was up straight and straddling him, and then she began to slowly rock her hips, grinding against his and stimulating his organ once more.
Feeling so utterly helpless and yet completely enjoying this situation, John simply relaxed and watched his woman use her body to pleasure his. Even when she had still been an AI, there was no doubting the intense connection between the two of them, but since she had only been a hologram, and he had his sex drive stunted by his augmentations, well, that left things kind of limited. But now that Cortana was human, and he had gotten over that little hurdle of his, it seemed as though they could not get enough of each other. Sometimes John wondered if he should have found a way through his sexual issues sometime in the past, but it was all a moot point; Cortana had been and would always be the only one for him.
And although he would never admit it to her or anyone else, although he had been used to being in control of most kinds of situations, particularly on the battlefield, he really enjoyed it when Cortana played the dominant role during sex. If this was torture, then he would gladly let her torture him like this for the rest of his life.
Cortana stopped grinding her hips against John's and started to move her body up and down his manhood in a soft bouncing motion, squeezing her large breasts as she did so, and letting out moans and groans all the while. It was not long before she began to feel the pleasure begin to build up inside her, letting her know of her impending orgasm. She sped up her movements, stroking and stimulating John's organ at an even quicker pace. As she felt herself being pushed closer to the brink, Cortana heard John begin to groan at a quicker pace; a sign that he was approaching his own climax as well. Usually, she would just let them come together, but this time, she had a different plan in mind. One that would inflict a kind of torture on him that he would want much more of.
As she reached the pinnacle of her pleasure, Cortana stopped in her bouncing, sheathing John's manhood to the hilt in her, and let out a long moan of ecstasy as she felt her orgasm wash over her. After a few seconds, the euphoria began to subside, and she looked down at John with her glazed blue eyes. A light sheen of sweat was beginning to appear on the Spartan's body, and just by looking at his face, Cortana could tell that he himself had been getting close to his own orgasm before she stopped suddenly to experience her own. But that had all been part of her plan.
Leaning down again, Cortana pressed her curvaceous body against John's muscular one and gave him a peck on the lips. "Is something the matter, my dear Spartan?" she asked playfully, knowing full well what was up with him.
The Spartan, normally an unrelenting force, now seemed to be at a loss for words, only managing to let out a few whimpers. After a few tries, he finally got out a response. "You, uh… you seem to have… had no trouble… uh, climaxing… but… but I, uh…"
Cortana could not help herself here. She let out a laugh at the whole situation. The famed Master Chief, a certifiable nightmare on the battlefield, was reduced to putty in her hands! It was so delightfully wonderful! "But you were unable to do so?" she finished for him. John nodded weakly. "Well, that's the whole point, my love. I want to make you practically beg for it." At this point, John's look became one of sheer helplessness, and he seemed to sweat even more.
The former AI absolutely loved the irony of it: the Covenant had not been able to make the Master Chief back down, and she had been able to use her feminine wiles to bring him to his knees!
With John's hands still restrained above his head, Cortana was able to place her hands on the mattress on either side of his chest, allowing her to gain optimal balance and begin rocking and bouncing her hips against his once more, moving her womanhood up and down his member and beckon him towards bliss once more.
From his captive position, John's head was practically spinning. Here he was, in a captive position by his girlfriend, who was now using her perfectly feminine body to bring him to the point of orgasm, but let him down before reaching the peak, thus prompting him to want it all the more badly. When she had still been a sentient computer program, neither of them had even the slightest inkling that their relationship would eventually evolve to this point, but neither of them found any reason whatsoever to complain about it.
And that body of hers! Just watching Cortana throw her head back with her bright blue eyes closed, her long and slender neck, and those perfect breasts bouncing with her movements. John would have given anything at that moment to have his hands free so that he could grasp those wonderful mounds, but at the moment, he could not even find the words to speak, let alone string words together into a coherent sentence. Through the dim haze of his clouded mind, he was aware of the pleasure beginning to build up inside his lower regions once more.
As Cortana felt her second orgasm ripple through her body, she heard John's groans increasing, and she knew that he was getting close to his own climax. Though part of her felt like making him hold off for a bit longer again, she decided that she had tortured him enough, and that it was time to bring this encounter to a satisfying conclusion. And she felt the best way to do this was through something new.
As John felt himself reaching orgasm once again, he felt Cortana stop and move herself upward, allowing his manhood to fall out of her. At first, he thought that she was trying to torture him again by making him hold off and he started to open his mouth in protest. Whatever protest was on his tongue quickly died when he looked down and saw her wrap her hand around his shaft and begin to stroke it furiously.
As she stroked John towards his finish, Cortana looked up at him and into his glazed eyes. "Come on, John," she said in a husky tone, "don't hold back on me." She smiled sensually. That smile alone was enough to push John much closer to his breaking point, and her handjob brought him even further. John's groans increased in volume and intensity, and with a quiver from his muscular form, he reached the peak and went over.
With a loud groan from the Spartan, Cortana felt John climax, and as she continued to stimulate his manhood with her hand, she looked down to see a stream of his man juices spurt out and land on her breasts. Continuing to tease his organ, another stream came out, and another. By the time she was finished, John was lying limp on the bed, still handcuffed, and his manhood was limp and spent. Cortana's breasts were practically covered with his semen.
After taking a few seconds to allow her lover's breath to return to its normal rate, Cortana looked at him, a smile back on her face. With one finger, she absently traced lines and circles in the sticky substance that now coated her ample bosom. "So, John," she said with a giggle, "I trust you enjoyed your little torture?"
Looking down at her, John managed a weak grin. "Well, I must admit that it is better than anything the Covenant could have done. Their methods tend to hurt quite a bit."
Cortana laughed again at his little quip, and then stood up. John was slightly mesmerised by the sight of her breasts covered with his male fluids. It was simply one of the most erotic sights he had ever seen. "I'm glad you liked it," she said. "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go clean myself up." She turned and headed towards the bathroom.
"And then you'll let me out of these cuffs?" John asked.
As she reached the doorway, Cortana looked over her shoulder at the still-captive and naked Master Chief. "Oh no, my dear Spartan," she said in a tone that was both lecherous and malicious. "Not yet. No, I still have plans for you."
With that, Cortana headed into the bathroom; leaving John to wonder just what else she had in store for him.
Be honest, was this the hottest chapter yet? I'm just asking because I kind of got that vibe when I was writing it. Hell, the climax part is pretty evident of that, right?
For those who want a threesome, sorry, but I'm afraid that it's not happening in this fic. I just wanted to show John and Cortana's sexual relationship and keep it between them. If any of you want to write one involving a third participant, by all means do so, but I'm sticking to this format.
Also, to MasterChief-Spartan117, your suggestion that the third member being Dr Halsey seems kind of… well, weird to me. I always thought that John looked upon her as a mother figure, and although he is engaging in a sexual relationship with an AI-turned-human who is effectively Halsey's daughter, for him to do it with the doctor herself would be something like that Oedipus story from Greek mythology. (In short, truly sorry to disappoint you, my friend, but not happening.)
Anyway, I will try to be not so long with the next chapter.