Still in the Cuffs

Greetings again, my faithful readers!

Again, sorry for the wait, but I've had a few other things occupy my time lately (and I will admit that I am something of a procrastinator). Anyway, I've been reading up on the news of Halo 4, and I am still excited for it! I hear that they will probably be focusing on the relationship between the Chief and Cortana, and I am oh so eager to see what developments will arise.

As much as I would like to see Cortana become human and start a physical relationship with the Chief, I must admit that I am not so confident of that. To be honest, many of my shipping preferences (particularly in Star Wars) tend to fall by the wayside, which totally sucks and might actually make me lose hope in having a meaningful relationship of my own.

If you think that Cortana should somehow become human in the next trilogy, voice your support people! It happened for Joker and EDI in Mass Effect! Although EDI did not actually become human, but rather transferred into a robot body that was nonetheless sleek, sexy and visually appealing. But it essentially falls into the same category, right?

Moving along now. This is actually a continuation of the previous chapter, and you might need a bucket of cold water next to you when you read it. Doubt me? Then read on and find out…

With a sigh, John felt himself awaken from the sleep that had taken him. Cortana's previous ministrations had left him slightly drained, and rest had come easy to him. But knowing the former AI, it would have been only a matter of time before she would have woken him up again anyway, simply so that she could enjoy inflicting more torture on him; torture that would have been agonising and wonderful for him at the same time.

Straining his head to the side in order to glance at the clock on the bedside table, John saw that it had been only three hours since their previous adventure, and that dawn was still a while away. Looking to his other side and downward, he now saw the form of Cortana, as naked as he was, cuddled up against him with her arm thrown across his torso and a contented smile on her beautiful face.

Cortana had always been playful, both when she was an Artificial Intelligence and now that she was a human, but nobody could have guessed that she had also developed a kinky streak, but it seemed as though she was now indulging in it to her heart's content, and the man whom she had entered into a passionate relationship with had experienced the brunt of it all. Not that he found any reason to complain about it, though.

Just over three hours earlier, John had awoken from a fitful sleep to discover that his lover had actually gone and handcuffed him to the frame of their bed, and she had proceeded to have her way with him, bringing to the point of climax more than one before letting him down, until finally letting him orgasm and release his load all over her ample breasts. Afterwards, she had gone into the bathroom to clean herself up, but not before she promised John that she was only just starting to have her fun with him.

After coming back out of the bathroom, Cortana had decided to get a little bit of rest before continuing with her sexual torture, and had fallen asleep beside John in the way he now found her. The Spartan had also decided to rest as well, still being handcuffed to the bedframe.

But now, he was awake, and wondering what lay in store for him. Though she continued to slumber, he had little doubt that Cortana still planned to inflict more insidious sexual torture on him, and he could only wonder what that could possibly be.

Straining slightly against the cuffs that continued to bind his hands, John found his mind wondering how much longer he would have to wait until his lover would awaken. He contemplated waking her himself; after all, it was not as if he did not like the torture. Quite the opposite, in fact.

Actually, another possibility began to enter John's mind, and he realised that it sounded much more appealing.

And he was a Spartan; it was not as if restraints such as the ones around his wrists were something he had not dealt with before…

Cortana smiled as she awoke, stretching her body slightly as she moved. She reminisced on the events that had occurred just a few hours before, and how she had the famous Master Chief completely at her mercy; handcuffed to the bed and all but begging for her to torture him with pleasure. Cortana had used her body to inflict agonising ecstasy on the augmented super-soldier, bringing him to the brink before letting him down, just to make him want it so much more.

And when she finally made him climax… Cortana had felt him erupt inside her womanhood, her anus, and in her mouth, and it always felt like the most wondrous sensation in the universe. But having him expend his seed upon her breasts was a whole new experience, and she had enjoyed every second of it. It was – no pun intended – the icing on the cake of seeing him completely at her mercy.

And she was not done with him just yet. Oh no, Cortana was far from finished with John. She could hear him in the bathroom, but when he came back, she would…

Cortana's eyes shot open at the sudden realisation. She had left him handcuffed to the bed. If so, then how could he have managed to get into the bathroom?

Cortana began to sit up, only to find that she could not manage it; she was being pulled back by her left hand. Looking up, she saw that the handcuffs – the same ones that she had restrained John with – now had one cuff looped around her left wrist, and the other secured against the railing of the bed.

John had managed to slip out of the restraints and now used them to cuff her to the bed!

"I believe the proverbial saying in this instance is that the shoe is on the other foot."

Recognising John's voice, Cortana looked towards him as he stood in the bathroom doorway, still as naked as she was. Though he had been schooled from a young age to keep his expressions under control, he had his arms crossed and made no attempt to hide the smug grin on his face.

Cortana glared at him, her blazing blue eyes flashing with annoyance. "Very funny, John. How the hell did you get out of the cuffs?"

John practically sauntered over to his restrained girlfriend. "Cortana, I'm a Spartan. Throughout the course of my life, I have found myself restrained by virtually every kind of cuff known to humans or former Covenant races, so understandably, I learnt long ago how to get out of them. Those cuffs are made of a tough metal, but they are also of a very simple design; one that can easily be circumvented."

Cortana's eyes narrowed. "So, in theory, you could have gotten out of the cuffs at any time? Even when I was busy having my way with you?"

John responded with a casual shrug. "I guess. But I suppose I must admit that I was enjoying your torture a little too much to even want to break free."

The corner of Cortana's lips quirked upward in a grin. "Glad to hear that. Now, are you going to let me go?" she gestured to her cuffed wrist.

The Spartan walked over to the bed and climbed onto it. "Not just yet," he said in a low, smooth voice. He positioned himself so that his massive and muscular form was hovering over Cortana's prone body. "I'm thinking that since you got to have your fun with me, then it only seems fair that I get to do the same to you."

The captive woman opened her mouth as if to voice some kind of protest, only to find herself cut off as John's lips descended onto hers, silencing her in a deep and passionate kiss. Instinctively, Cortana let her lips open slightly, allowing her and John's tongues to begin dancing and swirling around each other. Any protest that started to form in the mind of the former AI quickly died, and she found herself not caring in the slightest, wanting only to let the soldier have his way with her. Though she enjoyed it immensely whenever she was able to assume the dominant position during sex, Cortana would have to admit that she actually liked even more when the tables were turned, and the Spartan dominated her.

Moving his chapped lips down from Cortana's full ones, John started to kiss down her neck, moving along the pulse points, licking and nibbling ever so gently at the tender flesh there. Cortana leaned her head back and let out a contented sigh that slowly turned into a moan of pleasure. She felt her whole body go limp save her right arm – the one that was unrestrained – which she placed on the back of John's head, holding him and practically urging him in closer.

Moving down to her breasts, John reached up with his hands to grasp the firm and supple D cup sized mounds. He squeezed them and pinched the nipples before using his mouth on them, licking and sucking on them, stimulating the delicate flesh.

As John worked her breasts, Cortana felt the excitement building rapidly in her, and almost immediately, she felt herself being worked towards her peak. John's fondled my breasts many times before, she managed to think through the euphoria that was already starting to cloud her mind, but he hasn't made me come from that alone! As the pleasure continued to build, the thoughts just as quickly left her mind, and she gave herself over to the ecstasy.

While stimulating Cortana's breasts, John could hear her breathing get quicker by the second and become more ragged; something that he had learned a long time ago meant she was fast approaching her climax. He knew that some woman came just from having their breasts stimulated, but he could not recall it ever happening to Cortana.

Not that he was caring, of course.

John persisted with his licking, rubbing and squeezing of his lover's breasts, hearing her increase the rate of her breathing until she reached a crescendo. At this, Cortana involuntarily bucked her hips upwards and let out a brief squeal of pleasure. She followed this with a low moan as she came down from the sudden high of her unexpected orgasm.

Ceasing his actions on her breasts, John waited a few moments for Cortana to come down from her sudden euphoria before looking up at her with a grin. "I think that's the first time that's happened for you; orgasming from breast stimulation," he quipped.

Cortana swallowed and took a couple of breaths before she could answer. "I… I think… you're right, John." She looked as though she was trying to say something else, but the climax had left her mind too muddled to form a coherent thought.

John decided to take opportunity from that. "Well, I'm not done yet," he said. "You got your fill from torturing me, so it's only fair that I get to even the score." Cortana opened her mouth to say something, but immediately found herself cut off as the Spartan resumed his assault on her body. This time, he started at the flesh just below her breasts. He had heard that for many women, this particular area was rather sensitive, and Cortana was no exception. As he ran his lips and tongue over the skin below her right breast and stroked the skin under the left with his finger, the former AI let out a little yelp that was equal parts surprise and pleasure.

Once again wracked in physical bliss, Cortana could do nothing apart from lean her head back against the pillow and close her eyes as she was subjected to the achingly wondrous sensations inflicted upon her body. Her free right hand seemed to have a mind of its own as it rubbed her neck before moving down to her breasts and gently squeezing them, adding to the feeling.

John proceeded to move down his lover's perfect body. After becoming a human, Cortana had made a point of keeping in shape, eating right most of the time and exercising regularly. The result was a well-toned and curvaceous figure, complete with a flat abdomen, which the Spartan was now kissing downwards, stopping briefly to dip his tongue into her sensitive navel, earning a brief giggle from her.

Moments later, John's face was down at Cortana's womanhood, now thoroughly moistened due to her increased level of excitement, not to mention her previous orgasm. Flicking his tongue out, he teased the delicate flesh for less than a second, yet it was enough to make Cortana gasp and arch her back forward in pleasure; a seemingly involuntary response. Grinning slightly, John lashed out with his tongue again, this time for a slightly longer time, and received a similar response.

John repeated this process, drawing his lover's exquisite torture out for the length of a minute and then longer. For Cortana, she felt a brief sting of ecstasy before being brought down. But before she could completely settle, John struck again, resulting in another spike of sensation for her. The end result was a level that kept increasing ever so slowly, bringing her closer and closer to her next climax. She wanted to reach her peak and get it over with, but at the same time, she wanted it to last as long as she could make it.

At the same time, John could hear Cortana's gasps increasing in both length and volume, indicating that she was slowly but surely getting closer and closer to another orgasm. His tongue and jaw were beginning to feel the slightest amount of fatigue, but he persisted. As far as he was concerned, the positives definitely outweighed the negatives many times over. As Cortana's gasps got longer and louder, he increased his tempo, until she reached her pinnacle, and let out a loud and lengthy moan, her hips once again bucking upwards.

This time, however, the Spartan was not interested in letting the former AI recover. While she was still coming down from the significant high of her latest climax, he began teasing her womanhood once again, this time using not just his tongue, but his fingers as well.

Cortana let out another cry as she felt John insert his fingers into her and begin working the sensitive bundle of nerves that served as her clitoris. As he did so, he once again lashed out with his tongue, teasing her delicate flesh.

Less than twenty seconds had passed since her last orgasm, and Cortana had felt the pleasure well up inside her once more. "J… Jo… John…" she attempted to say something, but could only managed to squeeze out his name before her third climax washed over her body. She felt her head spin and her vision began to go blurry.

John was fully aware of what Cortana was experiencing, but he did not hesitate for even a second, instead choosing to persist in using his tongue and fingers on her delicate womanhood. This was exactly as he had planned, after all…

Her head positively swimming, Cortana felt as though she had lost all control over her muscles. Her restrained arm fell limp, pulling against the cuff. Even her voice had seemingly failed her, leaving her completely unable to voice even the feeblest of protests. Through the murky cloud of euphoria that now shrouded her mind, she could feel only the excruciating pleasure that the Spartan was inflicting upon her, and all she could do was think incomplete thoughts.

Please, John… please…

Please what? Please stop? Please continue? Cortana did not even know what she was thinking of, and she found that she didn't care.

She felt the pleasure building up inside her one more time, and as she felt herself being pushed over the edge once more, she fell into blackness…

Cortana cracked opened her eyes. It seemed to take a great amount of strength to do so, but she finally got them all the way open. Her vision was blurry, and as she waited for it to clear up, she attempted to drag her mind out of the euphoric haze that she was in. As her eyes focused once more, Cortana looked down and saw John still positioned in between her legs. Instead of pleasuring her, he had stopped and looked up at her, as if waiting for her to make a full recovery.

As she looked down at her lover, Cortana noticed that her entire body was shaking. It was quivering ever so slightly, and she seemed to have no control over it. It was as if the pleasures that she had been subjected to had caused her body to react in a way that was independent from her mind. Her mind itself was still somewhat fogged from the events that had just occurred.

"What happened?" Cortana asked in a shaky voice.

John grinned as he responded. "You had four orgasms in a row. The pleasure was obviously so great that it caused you to pass out."

Normally one to have a comment for every situation, Cortana was rendered speechless at this. She had been aware of the fact that John was giving her multiple orgasms, but the very thought that he had actually made her pass out from them was… well, it was absolutely mind-blowing! Like the fact that her body was quivering uncontrollably, it was a testament to how her lover could inflict such wondrous sensations upon her. Just another one of the many reasons as to why she loved him so much.

Her body still trembling slightly, Cortana managed a weak smile. "I guess this is part of your torture for me," she said. "I had my fun with you, and now you are getting even, right?"

"Oh, absolutely," John replied smoothly. "The main difference is that you managed to keep me on the edge of having an orgasm, but letting me down just before I had it, and doing that process over and over again. My method is pretty much the opposite; I make you come over and over again until you can't think straight. I wasn't exactly planning to make you pass out, but I'm not complaining." He gave a victorious grin. "And I don't think you are either, are you?"

Cortana's body had finally managed to stop its uncontrollable trembling, but John's remark had sent an involuntary shiver of pleasure through her. "Oh, definitely not, John," she said breathlessly.

John's grin became more predatory; a look very rarely seen on his face. "Good. Because I am not done with you yet."

Cortana opened her mouth, whether to protest or whatever, she did not even know exactly. Any words that would have formed on her lips died as the muscular Spartan repositioned himself, moving his head away from the spot in between his legs and putting his waist there instead. Cortana let out a soft squeal of surprise as she felt the tip of his manhood penetrate the soft lips of her opening, and this turned into a low moan of contentment as she felt himself slide his shaft all the way into her, burying himself to the hilt.

Almost immediately, Cortana could feel her body start to quake in response to the sensations she felt as the Spartan began to move in and out of her in a slow but determined pace. An involuntary jerk of her body reminded her that she was still handcuffed to the bedframe, but as John began to increase his thrusts, the former AI once again to lose all forms of care, and simply revelled in the sensation.

Seeing his lover at his mercy, John was spurred on to increase his tempo. Memories of their previous encounter earlier that night flitted through his memory, reminding him of how she had had him at her whim, inflicting exquisite torture upon him. Well, now the tables had turned, and John could not deny that he was enjoying even the sheer irony of the situation.

With each one of his thrusts, John saw the way that Cortana's body reacted. Her breasts moved back and forward with each thrust, and her head was thrown back into the pillow. For the most part, Cortana's eyes were shut tightly, but every few moments, they would open, and he would get a sight of her electric blue yes, clouded in euphoria.

Cortana's moans started out low and even, but with each consecutive thrust, they got slightly louder and more ragged, and the length of time between them got shorter and shorter. John knew that she was getting close to climaxing again, and he increased the speed of his thrusts even more.

Cortana's breathing reached fever pitch, and as she experienced yet another orgasm, her body clenched and bucked upwards involuntarily. She caught her breath and let out a long moan as the feeling washed over her. John slowed his thrusting, but never stopped completely. He wanted her to recover slightly, but not by much. No, that was all part of his little plan for her.

"I hope you're not going to pass out on me again," he growled softly, "because I am still not done with you yet." Cortana cracked her blue eyes open, looking up at her lover. It seemed as though her voice had failed her once more, but her eyes held all the meaning that he needed. Right now, they essentially said keep doing whatever you want to me.

John persisted in his thrusting, plunging himself in deeper and harder. The flesh of his thighs met with hers over and over again, making a gentle slapping sound as they did so. Even over this, Cortana's moans were easily heard. He knew it was just a matter of time before she was going to reach yet another climax, and she did not disappoint.

Cortana let out another moan as she had her next climax, and it took every ounce of her willpower to prevent her from lapsing back into consciousness. As agonising as she felt this torture was, she did not want it to stop for even a second. She had heard of people quoting that they felt like they had died and gone to heaven, and that almost seemed appropriate for her at this particular moment.

As she climbed back out of the haze of pleasure she was swimming in, Cortana was aware that John had ceased in his thrusting, and now leaned over her to capture her lips in a gentle kiss. Her left hand was still cuffed to the bedframe, but her right hand was free and she placed this on the back of his head, drawing him closer into the kiss. As they parted, she took in a deep breath, not realising until then that she had been running short of air. Apparently, the multiple orgasms had done a number on her breathing.

"I don't suppose," Cortana started, pausing to take another breath, "that you are finished just yet."

John simply smiled in response and gave her another quick kiss. "Not quite," he said. "By the way, how many times have you come tonight?" Without waiting for an answer, he did his own calculations. "Let's see, you had two when I was handcuffed, then you had another four when I went down on you and made you pass out. And now, I've just given you two more. That's eight in total! Wow, that's definitely a record for you!"

Cortana was rendered speechless at this revelation. Sure, she had been aware that she was experiencing multiple orgasms, but the pleasure brought on by them had definitely clouded her mind, thus making it very difficult to keep track of the number of them. And when one was subjected to that kind of ecstasy, they usually cared less for keeping track and more with just experiencing the situation. Still, the thought of her having a grand total of eight orgasms from a night of hot, passionate sex was unbelievable, to say the least.

"Oh yeah," the former AI said, finally finding her voice. "That's definitely a record for us." She smiled seductively. "I don't suppose we could go for number nine?"

John gave her a look. "Is that an invitation?"

"Well," Cortana said in a breathy voice, "you did mention that you were not quite finished yet. And I am completely at your mercy…" she trailed off, indicating the handcuff that still connected her left hand to the bedframe.

"That is true," John said. He pulled backwards a small amount, allowing himself to slide out of her womanhood. "But let's try something a little different." With that, he used his strong arms to easily flip Cortana's body over so that she was now lying face down on the bed. This movement earned a gasp of surprise from the former AI. Nonetheless, she her boyfriend have his way and positioned her with her rear end sticking up in the air.

At first, Cortana figured that John was going to give it to her doggy style, and she looked back in anticipation. She received a pleasant surprise, however, when she felt the tip of his manhood against the opening of not her womanhood, but her anus.

"I figured we might try anal again," he said. Cortana said nothing, but nonetheless gave him a quick smile before turning her head back forward.

That was all the motivation that the Spartan needed, and he slowly eased his shaft into Cortana's ass. It was made easier by the fact that it had been lubricated by her own juices, including the small amount of fluids from her own orgasms. It was much tighter than her other opening, but John still managed to get nearly all of himself inside. After taking a couple of seconds, he began to thrust in and out.

Cortana's head was practically swimming with the current sensation. Hell, it practically swam with images from the whole night. First she had handcuffed John to the bed, and had proceeded to give him a titjob, a blowjob, and then straddled him and ridden him to the brink of ecstasy, only to let him down before repeating the process. She had proceeded to stroke him off to his own climax, covering her breast with his juices.

Then she had woken up to find that he had slipped out of the cuffs and put them on her, and had then gone down on her, making her come repeatedly before passing out. Afterwards, he had made love to her missionary style. And now he was bending her over and pumping himself in and out of her ass.

Through it all, Cortana had been subjected to a total of eight orgasms; definitely a personal record. In fact, as she felt John slam home into her rectum over and over again, she felt the stirrings inside her that told she was on her way to her ninth climax of the night…

As he thrust hard into Cortana, John watched as the movements made her ass cheeks jiggle, and her moans spurred him on in his movements. The feeling of her tight anal opening around his member sent little thrills throughout his own body, and he let out his own soft groans. He had definitely had more than his fair share of fun in this encounter, but he figured that it was time for him to bring it all to an end. As he heard Cortana's breathing quicken in warning of her next climax – damn, nine orgasms! John thought – the Spartan felt the sensation inside him that he himself was approaching his end.

Her face pressed against the pillow, Cortana felt the familiar welling of pleasure caused by the experience of John's manhood thrusting in and out of her anus, and she felt herself come for the ninth time that night. She was now completely overwhelmed, and only dimly aware of John's own ragged grunting. She knew he was getting close to his own finish, but her mind and body were completely spent, unable to form a coherent phrase, either verbally or mentally. She just wanted to let John do with her what he wanted. And that was exactly what he did.

Thrusting into Cortana one last time, John buried himself as deeply as he could and groaned loudly as he reached his climax. Cortana felt hot spurts of liquid as she felt him fill her ass with his juices. Once expended, John slumped against her, his own ragged breathing slowing to a steadier pace.

The pair just lay like that for a few minutes, the residual pleasure leaving their bodies sapped of energy, and neither could be bothered to move. Eventually, John let Cortana out of the cuffs, and the couple settled into a more comfortable position. Both of them noticed that Cortana's body was starting to tremble once again

"I guess having numerous consecutive orgasms does that to you," John quipped.

Cortana smiled and leaned up to place a tender kiss on her lover's lips. "Well," she said, "I guess that's a personal record for me; nine times in one night!"

John held her closer. "I don't suppose you want to go for ten?" he asked mischievously.

Cortana sighed. "Tempting, but maybe another night. Right now, I could do with a rest." She snuggled her nude body closer into the Spartan's own naked form.

John felt like offering a rebuttal, but then decided not to bother. The two of them had gotten more than their fair share of pleasure that night, and that was enough for them. Looking down at his lover, John saw that Cortana was already asleep. He figured that being subjected to the kind of ecstasy he had given her would definitely have exhausted one out thoroughly.

Instead, he smiled and put his arms around Cortana, drawing her in closer. He gently brushed his lips against her forehead and closed his own eyes.

His last thought before succumbing to sleep was that it was probably a good thing that they were not required to be anywhere in particular later that day, because they could probably do with a sleep in.

Be honest here, this feels like the hottest and steamiest chapter I have ever written; not just in this story, but ever. I feel this might be the climax (no pun intended) of the fic. Don't worry, I'll keep going for as long as I can, but that will most likely be only a few chapters.

Till next time, my friends.

Also, if you think that Cortana should definitely become human, then let it be known on all the sites that matter; 343, Bungie, and the like.

I also would like to see Miranda Keyes come back to life somehow, but that's a different matter.

To reiterate, till next time.