AN: In which, 87,000 words in, we finally get to our second sex scene. Hope it's good, it's only the second one I've ever written.
The reconstruction of Pacifica was something that Adam was entirely disinterested in, so he left it in the digital hands of Uriel, who was greatly enthused to play city planner. So in the remaining days until the beginning of the next month, Adam played troubleshooter in the region while Uriel drafted up plans for the district. By the end of that second month of Uriel's arrival in Adam's head, the initial plans were finished and sent off to the relevant parties.
All such parties seemed rather amazed that 'Adam' took a personal hand in the actual development efforts, and even more amazed when he seemed to know a thing or two about the process. Since he was the boss, they had to listen to 'his' orders regardless.
A civilization is, at best, nine meals away from rebellion. Pacifica had been cut off from the city and therefore starving for quite some time now. The best way to earn the undying loyalty of the citizens in the area would be to first supply their basic needs, and do it away from where work had to be done.
There were three roadways into Pacifica, all three of them were blocked off. Only military personnel, company employees, or construction workers were permitted to pass on these roads in vehicles of any kind. This was to prevent fuckers from have joyrides into his new territory.
The first structures erected were temporary, designed to work well enough but to be demolished as actual permanent housing was erected. A 'fortress' of stacked concrete blocks made up the initial structure, painted black to make it slightly more heat efficient in the colder months. Within was all the basic comforts that Adam required for himself (that is to say, none but his guns), and a few rooms for the kids and woman. He offered to let them stay at his personal floor back in Arasaka tower, where there were vastly more creature comforts, but they insisted on clogging up his new temporary fortress.
Around this initial fortress were a number of temporary apartment complexes. They were prefabbed things designed to be very quick to build, efficient enough to house about a thousand people each, and easy enough to connect. By the end of the first month, there were roughly thirty such buildings set in easy-to-patrol rows to the side of the initial fortress. It was said that Night City had a population of more than six million, thankfully Pacifica was a fucking hellhole so it had some of the least people of any region, maybe only three hundred thousand. Even with the stupid-quick construction of huge groups of men in exoskeletons and pre-fabricated housing blocks, they had only enough housing to manage a tenth of that number.
Fortunately, he had a simple solution to that. He let the areas of Pacifica he wasn't ready to expand into rot, and when he was ready he'd clear them of any stragglers himself. He had the authority to do this, not that it mattered most of the time. But most folks don't try to argue with Adam Smasher nowadays. In order to manage a higher population, he'd need the industry to support it.
To encourage residents to move from whatever shitholes they squatted in to the temporary housing, he offered them three things. One ration a day for free, one liter of water, and shelter. In exchange, they had to follow a list of rules that Uriel came up with. If they made themselves too much of an issue, they'd die when Uriel noticed and burned out their chrome. If they didn't make themselves too much of an issue, they got all their basic needs taken care of.
Then, to get a lot of mostly unpaid labor to help clear out all the fucking garbage that these animals caused themselves, he had a slightly better offer. Two rations a day, a hardhat, boots, and gloves. And they got half of the legal minimum wage in pay. Uriel felt a little bad about this, but they had a lot of fucking work to do, and they can improve conditions later when they could fucking afford it.
To those who wanted to help keep the other fuckers in line, they were given three rations a day, a cheap gun and ammo, and a single free drink of the dogshit cheap beer that some Arasaka military officers were guarding after each shift. That got him a basic workforce and a basic policing squad on the cheap, and since they were far fewer in number than the 'citizens' Uriel could monitor them more effectively. If they started acting up, Uriel shut down their chrome for a minute and sent them a message to stop fucking around. They had very few incidents after two weeks.
So, the first thing Uriel began once the initial housing started getting the fuckers out of his way, was to assign the Arasaka construction crew (the same one that was normally assigned to clean up after him) to start building some of the infrastructure. Namely, the coastline was fucking worthless as it was right now, and that was inexcusable. The fuel prices were tolerable right now, but they would add up soon, so Uriel told the crew to get rid of that first dock and cordon off that entire initial bay area.
The entire coastline of Adam's new territory would one day be nothing but buildings to produce electricity. Tide generators in concrete structures with solar panel roofing, giant wind turbines were a fucking eyesore and he wasn't allowed to put nuclear power plants anywhere, so these two would have to do. The second line of buildings on the coast would be water treatment and purification facilities, to ease up that potential long term cost as well. The third line of buildings would be the first set of towers, the first three floors of which would be solid concrete bunkers, but the upper seven floors would be dedicated to huge hydroponic farms to supply organic food.
Organic food was a fucking luxury item in the year of 2077, so selling such would be huge profit for the district in the future. Uriel planned to force set their prices to 80% of normal, to encourage basically everyone to buy from them first and then everyone else after. Because if you sell out all your good but cheap stock, then it only drives up the demand for such in the future, and thus speeds the sale of the goods by a huge margin. It would also allow those in the region to purchase such goods first, thus increasing the rate at which people migrate to the region in the future, thus increasing the rate at which they could expand.
All of those were fucking years off at this point. In the three weeks in which Adam was given reign over the district, they had a total of one of each set up for initial production. The workers of the future worked really fucking fast, and worked long hours, but they were not omnipotent. The initial production runs would all be a slight deficient until the long-term benefits began to show themselves. Of course, the long term benefits would be that the district could fucking ignore the outside world for all they wanted to outside of military action, so that was nice.
This shit was his now, he wasn't going to let some fuckers from another place get their grubby hands on it.
All of this required a great deal of funding of course. But the recent PR campaign that Arasaka underwent generated an absolutely ludicrous amount of money, and everything with his face gave him a royalty fee. All of which he was directly spending on the development of his new land. He didn't really need any more money, so it was better to put the new income into something that might actually be useful to him.
That, and he was getting his medical services on the cheap too. See, when fuckers in his new territory started acting up, he could be quite efficient in getting paid for it. Whenever some gang tried to fuck around in his land, Uriel disabled their chrome, he killed them (or had some of his new policing forces kill them) and that left them with corpses and chrome.
That new ripperdoc union? He gave them the corpses, they paid him for the chrome they got out of it, and the remaining meat was turned into fertilizer to help grow some plains-grass in the areas he didn't want eroding anymore. That niche that the scavs left behind ended up being partially filled by him, except he only killed fuckers that were already going to die for causing him problems.
In exchange for this supply of chrome, a few ripperdocs acted as medics for his burgeoning new land. So he got to cut costs there by simply handing off the meatbags he already had to butcher. He never knew that bargain-hunting could be so rewarding, he took everything bad he had ever said about couponers back!
Actually no, those fuckers were still annoying.
He honestly thought that he would be forced to kill more fuckers acting up, but all of the above combined with his already terrifying reputation meant that his district had probably the lowest overall crimerate in the region. This was annoying to him, as a lack of meatbag criminals to kill meant that he had less chrome to hand off to the ripperdocs, and less fertilizer for the exterior plains, and less fun in 'developing' the region.
Eh, the initial burst of fuckers to kill was probably good. The dry-grass was already growing pretty decently, and the ripperdoc union seemed to have stabilized more or less with that initial funding (oops?) and many of the stupid meatbags died off real quick.
Apparently a few thousand cocky fuckers having their chrome turn off, stabbed to death, and converted into useful participants of society was rather intimidating, who knew?
That was the bread portion of keeping a people under control, all he had to do next was the circus.
There was a huge abandoned stadium in the region that was, while filled with garbage, still structurally sound. So all those cheap laborers got the distinct job of cleaning out everything that wasn't nailed down. A few thousand tons of garbage taken out and shipped off to recycling facilities later, and it was a barebones structure of concrete with a large central area.
So, he had the busty one take over the hosting of duels, a task she took to with great enthusiasm. For a mere five eddies, anyone could go into the stands and watch two or more people (often with weapons or chrome) beat the living shit out of each other. The 'tickets' lasted for an entire day, so it was a fucking bargain for people who had little better to do. The participants paid for their entry the same way, ten eddies for entry, and a tournament-style bracket every week with the top four participants getting a share of the pool, a third of it if you win.
There was only one rule to the tournament, no ranged allowed. This was a place to beat the shit out of each other. The ripperdocs liked it too, because they got a shit ton of practice off all the wounds from the survivors. If you fought, you told the busty one what you wanted her to do with your corpse if you died, most chose to get their chrome handed off to a friend so far, although a time or two a fighter chose to be burned instead. Only twelve deaths in three tournaments thus far, not too bad at all.
The first tournament had about a hundred watchers and a dozen fighters. The second had about a thousand watchers and hundred and fifty fighters. The third tournament had about ten-thousand watchers and a thousand fighters. It probably wasn't going to go up much more from there for a long while, but the stadium was rigged for about a hundred thousand people in all, so they could expand more in the future.
It was dirty, it was brutal, it was good old fashion bloodsports, and the folks fucking loved it. Something about the honesty of two men foregoing guns and using their fists, chrome, and weapons to beat each other bloody appealed to people. Some of the more 'civilized' regions of NC called it barbaric underground fighting rings, but they didn't get to do jack shit about it. This was his land, he'll have bloodsports if it makes his job easier.
Gangs from other regions in NC started hearing about the whole affair, and Adam quickly approached them with some ground rules. Mostly that they keep their rivalries in the arena and if they cause problems he was going to murder them and sell the corpses. They kept real polite when he started enforcing that rule.
It was beginning to look like the gangers were starting to organize into semi-official teams representing their gangs, so the busty one made it more official by having sub-tournaments throughout the week to weed out all but one fighter from each gang for the main tournament. This shit made money hand over fist, and kept the folks in the region busy with team rivalries instead of fucking with his construction workers.
Of course, they cleaned up after themselves, Uriel made fucking sure of that with personalized messages and the occasionally disabled bit of chrome. They started being real fucking considerate after the first two big tournaments.
Thus was his first three weeks of working on this fucking land. About a tenth of the region is under control, a single power plant, a single water purification facility, a single aquaponics tower, a temporary fortress, thirty temporary apartments, and a bloodsport tournament filled with gang-backed fighters. A really fucking productive first few weeks made possible by cost-cutting, extreme violence, and all of his merchandising royalties and Arasaka stipend in cost.
In this time, Uriel went ahead and released more music. On one hand, he had to listen to his own fucking voice through the radios everywhere in the region, on the other hand, it was actually good music instead of more techno shit. He wasn't sure what he would actually prefer at this point.
His new club came in too, way faster than his supposedly unbreakable sword, which was apparently still being worked on. A simple stick of hexagonal patterned carbon nanotubes that expanded outwards a bit after the 'handle' section, covered in a layer of high-entropy alloy metal. All in all about two meters of surprisingly lightweight club that he would need to seriously focus on breaking to damage at all.
It worked, he could use it to bash meatbags, and it withstood panzerfaust just fine. It was a club, it did club things, it did them well. He was happy with it, shame it cost him about as much as the last ten guns he had bought, but he needed a dedicated melee option. He had ditched the holster for the Kendachi-MonoThrees, something Saburo was initially mad enough to message him about until he told the old man he needed a club until that new sword came in. The old man ended up being fine with it afterwards.
He occasionally let the kids go up to Rogue and pick up jobs. So long as they didn't oppose Arasaka, that was fine. He reviewed their footage afterwards and told them what they did wrong each time, which was becoming progressively less time consuming with each job they took. He wishes he wasn't so busy, he hadn't been on a murder-job for a fucking while now.
Of course, right now he was busy with something else. Namely, working on that favor for the busty one.
Victoria Armstrong was a relatively tall woman, six feet on the dot, with tight muscles across her frame, womanly proportions, and some of the nicest tits around. Adam Smasher was eight fucking feet of broad framed chrome, even in his gemini body. Needless to say, he dwarfed her utterly, just not to the extent that he dwarfed almost everyone else.
It was rather easy for him to pin her to the wall, arms above her head, and leg between her thighs. As strong as her generations of selective biological practice made her, Adam Smasher was still one of the strongest fuckers around with his basic myomers being thickened strands for shorter borgs. So holding her in this position even as she writhed and thrashed pleasantly was also easy.
Using one hand to massage her hips as he dominated her lips with his own? Well that made it slightly harder, but not impossible. Just hard enough to make it interesting for the both of them.
"Hmm~" She moaned against him as she grinded her groin against his leg. This was one of his favorite ways to hold a woman during this initial stage, his great height and strength allowed him to keep them relatively helpless. Victoria was woman enough to thrash even with his strong grip, something she did often.
It was less of a one sided domination against her than it was against Chiri. Victoria wrestled back, less of an instrument for him to play and extract moans out of and more of a fellow competitor. Not enough to win, but enough to make him try. It was quite exciting.
"Come on~ you going to make me wait forever~?" She challengingly teased him, clearly wanting to get a move on with this. Adam refused her, the build up was important. Instead, he adjusted their position.
Adam picked her up fully by the arms, and carried her over to the bed. He placed her in his lap, back against his chest as she grinded into his groin. No woman, not yet.
He forced her legs apart with his own, and forced her arms behind her back. She was pinned at this point, thrashing eagerly as she panted. My, what a bouncy woman. He took both of her chrome wrists in one of his comparatively large hands, and forced her back to arch, head resting against his collarbone, by pulling them down a tad.
At this point, she was pinned entirely, and he had a hand free. He grinned and spoke in her ear.
"Not yet."
She shuddered against him, trying to force her hips further down into his lap.
He reached around, and grabbed one of her breasts, softly but firmly kneading it downwards towards the nipple. Fun fact, doing this for thirty minutes a day and drinking plenty of whole milk and lactate can actually increase breast size over the course of several months. Of course, he was just doing it now because it was fun.
He pinched her nipple, just hard enough to make it interesting, she groaned a bit and her chest heaved. Oh my, she was sweating already? He hadn't even stuck it in yet. What an eager thing he had in his lap.
He let his hand trail downwards, brushing against her stomach but carefully avoiding her actual groin. It was best to build up to these things, inexperienced little bastards jumped right into playing with the clitoris and sticking two or three fingers in. That wasn't the best way, the best way began with featherlight brushes that slowly closed in.
So he did just that, hand firmly on her inner thigh, gently massaging the area. Her legs were forced open, she couldn't move her arms, all she could do was thrash in his lap as he played with her. She moaned again as he squeezed lightly.
He let his fingers brush again, slowly trailing up her thigh to her groin. It was not time for actual penetration yet, this was still the buildup. With two fingers, he set them on either side of her now rather ready sex, framing it. She shuddered, and he had just barely begun to apply pressure.
Up and down, he trailed in twin paths to either side, but not actually touching yet. It was the gentlest form of torture. He grinned at her groans and legs that squeezed his own.
"Please~" She begged even as she attempted to break free of his grasp.
"Please what?" He asked, already knowing full well what she wanted.
"Please stick it in~" She finally clarified, all the while shaking at his light touch. Adam grinned.
"Not yet." He whispered.
Now, and only now, did he lay a single finger on her groin. She shook in his grip as he did. It was all about the fucking build-up, not the climax (well it was about the climax, but that wasn't what he was referring to). Momentum and Rhythm.
Slowly, he repeated what he had done. One finger on her groin, a small amount of pressure, up and down. Judging from her moans, he still knew what the fuck he was talking about.
Then, as her shaking intensified, he got a little bit faster and faster. Never enough to be called "fast", but quicker than his torturously slow pace. Eventually her movements reached their effective high point, and once he figured out what that was, he stuck the first digit of his finger in.
Her entire body tensed, and she cried out, shaking from a single fucking digit. He didn't move, letting her ride out this first climax of hers. Adam grinned, she was fun to play with, and he was a very good player indeed.
After her shaking had died down a tad, he started with his slow probing. His finger went in, curled just a tad to brush against the rougher portion that was commonly referred to as the G-spot (did you take notes last time?) and dragged it down until only a single joint remained inside again. Each instance of friction against her inner walls reigniting her thrashing, stroking her pleasure just like one stokes a fire.
Soon enough, a veritable symphony of moans and cries started coming from her lips, and he busied himself with kissing the back of her neck. Once she had reached her second height of writhing, he stuck a second finger in.
She gasped out as she reached her second climax. Her pleasure was amplified by the fact that she couldn't escape his firm grip, all she could do was feel and react. Adam felt like he wanted to be mean to her, and he had an idea.
"What did you want again? I've forgotten." He sarcastically asked, pulling his wet fingers from her and resting his hand against her thigh.
She gasped and whined against him, out of breath. Eventually, she pulled herself together enough to respond.
"P-please, breed me already~"
Well, it was only polite to oblige a lady.
He stood, turned, and forced her face first onto the bed. She raised her hips eagerly even with her arms still pinned behind her. He lined up with her entrance, and thrust deeply within. She moaned, muffled by the fabric of the bed.
Well that wasn't good, he wanted to hear her moans. Leaning so that his weight was still upon her, he took the hand that wasn't pinning her arms, and grabbed her hair.
Pulling a woman's hair was another act that seemed simple in theory but had a technique to it. You couldn't grab anywhere, you had to grab close to the base of the back of her head, where the skull met the neck. That was the hair that was best to grab.
A handful of that, and a pull that was firm enough to force her head up but gentle enough to not cause pain (or at least, not an unpleasant amount of pain, it varied from woman to woman). Head pulled back, hips held up, arms pinned behind her back. Victoria looked like the most eager woman in the world at that moment.
Adam grinned, and began to thrust. A quick stroke inwards followed by a slightly slower exit. A messy slap each time their hips connected. An unmuffled moan whenever he hit just the right spot.
Soon enough, her legs were convulsing a little bit more with every thrust, and her arms strained even as her breaths intensified. Sweat forming a pleasant sheen across her well-toned skin. She couldn't focus enough to talk anymore, just shake and groan at his thrusting.
Once she had reached the third apex for movement, Adam allowed himself his first climax. He gripped her hair and bit tighter, and paused his thrust at its deepest point until it was done. She breathed heavily, and was about to say something.
He didn't want to hear a single word out of her mouth for a few more hours. He resumed thrusting just as she was about to say something, cutting her off.
Her moans and writhing resumed very quickly.
Adam had been out of practice for a few decades until he started playing with Chiri, but just like riding a bike, you never really forget.
He grinned, he had a few more hours to go before the sun rose. He had time to burn.