Overclocked -ch25-

Wrench jerked to one side at the same time that his brain kicked back on.

He opened his eyes, sat straight up, and found he was in the Mender’s office.

Not far off was Small-Boy who was humming to himself and moving Seventh’s arms around. Shifting them one way, then the other. Clearly aligning the broken bones.

On his face was some type of goggle that covered him from the back of his head to the bridge of his nose. Looking down at the unconscious Brawler without realizing Wrench was awake.

Rotating her arm one way, he picked up a cylindrical tool that was laid on her stomach and then held it up to her obviously broken arm. Holding the tip of the device against her skin for several seconds he waited, then set it back down on her stomach.

Wrench looked down to his own left arm.

It was perfectly mended and whole.

Lifting it, he wriggled his fingers, flexed his hand, then rotated it one way, then the other.

Everything was exactly as it should be.

Doing the same with his righ thand, he found that it also performed as he’d wish.

Opening up his Systems, Wrench quickly reset everything back to how it should be. He’d likely need to take in a large number of calories relatively soon as he had no doubt he probably burned off some muscles and what little fat reserves he had.

“I didn’t fix you,” Small-Boy offered casually as he continued to treat Seventh. “You fixed yourself. Somehow. I don’t understand it, but it’s as if your body rejected the damage and decided it would take care of it.

“All I did was put several caloric disk doses in you so that you could rest without straining your system. They have everything a wounded Hume needs for a good recovery. Not as good as those pills I gave you previously, but pretty good.

“Soon as I got those in you your body fixed itself. I imagine they were instantly dissolved and distributed in your body.”

Lifting up the tool Small-Boy held it to Seventh’s arm once more. Tapping it to several spaces he then put it down atop her stomach.

“On top of that, you should be unconscious right now. I put enough medication in you to drop a Crockish, let alone a Hume,” grumbled Small-Boy. “You’re not normal. You’re obviously Hume, but you’re not normal. At all.

“By the way, they changed your markers while you were unconscious. You’re now listed as being a perfect Hume, first of your breeding line. They made a special designation just for you as well.

“Any children you sire will have that marker placed on them. Keep that in mind when you start studding, since you’ll be a monitored bloodline.”

“Okay,” Wrench got out in a grunt, looking around the room for a second before he let his gaze settle back on Small-Boy. “Uh, I guess that’s… neat? Yeah. Dunno what to say to that, really.

“Yay me? I’m the champ? Goodie goodie?”

“Eh, I wouldn’t know what to say either if I’m being honest,” Small-Boy agreed with a chuckle. Then he pulled on Seventh’s arm in a weird way. Lifting up the tool he tapped it to her skin a number of times, before putting it down between her breasts. He hadn’t released her arm yet.

Using both hands he pushed at her arm as if putting it ‘back into place’ in the socket. Holding her arm there with one hand he grabbed the tool and then put it to her shoulder joint and held it there.

Held it there and didn’t move it away.

“You really messed her up, by the way,” Small-Boy remarked, glancing up at him. The goggles had a blank front fo them. Small-Boy couldn’t see out of them, but there was no doubt he could see ‘something’ through them. Wrench just had no idea what. “Nothing fatal obviously. Nothing even life-threatening.

“You went easy on her. Everyone else you came up against, you went for whatever would put them down quickly. Even if it cost them their life.”

“Yeah. We had an agreement not to go for the head or face,” Wrench admitted with a nod of his head.

“Hm. Considering what you and her are scheduled for next, that’s good at least,” Small-Boy mused and looked back down to Seventh’s arm. “You’re the official games winner. Seventh is the runner-up. Again. She’s been the runner-up for the last three games.

“The Tongsta who owns her and your Tongsta have put in a studding for you into her. Soon as I get you both put together, I’m supposed to dose her with fertility medications then put you two in a room.”

“Oh,” Wrench answered with meteoric wit.

In other words… her owner is done having her compete and wants to breed her with the champion.

Me.

She’ll be relegated to breeding and motherly duties from here on out.

Well, that’s not a terrible existence.

There’s quite a few worse ones.

My own fate isn’t that bad either.

Going around being a breeder for people like Seventh.

Just… it… I feel like it’d be a loss to never know the children. Never see them or watch what they become.

They’d be a stranger to me.

Wrench decided to just sit there and wait for whatever happened next. There wasn’t much else he coudl do anyways.

Besides, watching Small-Boy and being able to ask questions as he treated her would be infinitely more useful. He could ask a number of questions about the Hume body and what more he could do with it to make himself even more powerful.

***

Eventually Small-Boy had gotten tired of Wrench and sent him off. Leading him to a room that quite literaly only had a bed in it and nothing else furniture wise.

All around the room were a number of devices that Wrench couldn’t even begin to guess at the nature of. Nor did they have panels or moving parts that he could dig into to figure out what they did in a casual inspection.

If he wanted to be able to understand them, he’d have to take them apart.

Once he did that he’d found from experience that his put-back-together-and-not-break-it rate was only about sixty-forty. He’d regretted being unable to salvage old Hume devices.

There were many expressions in their language that made no sense and could only be attributed to long-gone things or situations that no longer applied to their species.

“Much like last time, I knew it’d be you.”

Looking to the door, Wrench saw a very naked Seventh had just entered the room.

“Knew it’d be, or hoped it’d be?” Wrench countered with a wide grin. Somehow he’d managed to not let his eyes roam over the Brawler’s immaculate and athletic self.

She lacked the curves and waist of those in his Hab. The feminine appeal of her was at a minimum when compared to women who weren’t bred for fighting.

What she was though was toned muscle and firm looking skin. An athlete in her prime, but not over-loaded with muscles or looking particularly “manish”.

Seventh opened her mouth, paused, then closed it.

Then she snorted and walked over toward him.

“Both, I guess,” she admitted and sat down on the bed next to him. He was also naked, as Small-Boy had forced him to disrobe for an ‘inspection’ before ushering him into this room. “Better you than someone else. I was somewhat afraid it’d be the champion from two-years ago.

“He was a real asshole. Gigantic one. I’ve heard some stories of the women he beds and he is anything but kind. In any way.”

“Giant of a man that’s all muscles? If it’s who I’m thinking of, I put an axe in his head,” Wrench offered. “Burried it in his skull, in fact. In one pass. He was almost too easy.”

Seventh blinked several times, then laughed at that.

“That’s right. You did win a match like that. I’d heard it was a previous champion but I didn’t think for a moment it was him. I guess it was,” Seventh said and then looked out ahead of herself. “Well. You beat me fair and square. You even went easy and didn’t try to knock my head off.

“Pretty sure if you hadn’t limited yourself I wouldn’t have survived as long as I did in that fight. You get kinda nasty when you fight.”

“I don’t agree with that at all. You kept me guessing the entire time,” Wrench argued, reaching up to put a hand on her back and then patting it gently.

He hadn’t realized what he was doing until he had his hand on her bare back.

Not wanting to be awkward, or make this a weird encounter, he patted her several times, then let his hand fall back down at his side.

“I had to work at it to win. You were much more difficult than the other guy was,” Wrench stated firmly. “I straight-up killed that guy on the first encounter.”

Seventh snorted, but didn’t respond that time. Staring off into space in front of her.

“I guess thats it for me then,” she said after a long pause. “I’ll be retired, bred out for the next generation, and become like my grandmother.

“She ended up having seventeen children. Having each games champion stud her every time she wasn’t pregnant. Sometimes it was the same man, more often than not, it wasn’t.

“Far as she’s ever said she wasn’t unhappy. Just a lot of kids to handle but our Tongsta isn’t unfair. They’re not as ruthless as others I’ve heard of.

“I just thought I’d win and get a chance to do what I wanted. I didn’t want to become a brood mare. I’d love to have a kid or two, but not seventeen.

“And it’s not as bad as it could be as if I was a male. My dad is studded out every single day, I swear. He’s almost never in the Hab. Always out with some woman he’s never met and will never meet again. I’m the only child he’s ever known but he’s probably sired hundreds.

“That eats him up inside. A lot.”

Wrench only nodded his head to that. There wasn’t much he could add.

He was still dealing with the fact that while he likely wouldn’t suffer the same fate as Seventh’s dad, it’d be similar in some ways.

“Alright. Time for me to breed,” Seventh got out with a nervous edge to her voice. Then she slapped her hands to her knees and looked to him. “I’ve uh… I’ve played with myself and the like. I had a man once but it only happened twice and I wore a null-ring for it.

“I’m not that experienced but… if you don’t mind… can we do it with me facing away? You haven’t done anything wrong to me but… uh… I just don’t want… I dont’ want to be on my back when I ‘lose’, so to speak.

“I’m not losing to you, I’m losing my goal. I don’t want to do that on my back. Fuck none of that makes sense, Seventh. You idiot.”

Wrench couldn’t help but smile as she turned her anger inwards.

“It makes sense. That’s not a problem. We can do it like that,” Wrench agreed. Then surprised himself by leaning over and into Seventh.

He’d been staring at her mouth for several seconds and couldn’t resist it anymore

If he was going to bed her, he was going to at least kiss her. There was no way he couldn’t given how much they’d flirted about her face previously.

Surprisingly, Seventh kissed him back. Her left hand coming up to gently rest against his jaw even as his own hand laid against her lower back.

His right hand came over and rested atop her knee, his thumb brushing across her lower thigh.

The kiss slowly grew from a simple pressing of their lips together, to Seventh leaning her head to one side and pushing her tongue into his mouth. Wrench greedily moved his own up against hers.

Faster than he expected, and almost in a way he hadn’t considered, he found himself very erect and ready for this. Wanting to toss the lovely Brawler into the bed.

Apparently Seventh had noticed as well, as her right hand had reached down into his lap and curled around his member. Her long and rough fingers wrapped themselves around him and held him.

Slowly, she began to pump her hand up and down along him as her tongue withdrew from his mouth. Though she did flick it up against his own as she did so, as if trying to draw it into her own mouth.

Obliging, Wrench moved it into her mouth and rolled it along hers.

Seventh continued to stroke and squeeze at him as they kissed. Then she shifted in the bed, the leg with his hand on it moving up against his own leg.

Inadvertantly moving his hand away from her knee and up her leg.

Catching the drift, he moved the hand further up till his fingers rested up against the entrance to her privates. His fingertips grazing along the lips and pearl of her womanhood, causing Seventh to shiver once.

Then lean harder into him, her lips now nearly smashed to his own.

Hanging onto one another like that for several seconds Wrench could barely fashion a thought other than to never let this incredible woman go in this moment. He wanted to kiss her until she was pried away from him.

Given how Dusky was with him, this type of personal attention was something he was starved for.

“Oh fuck,” whimpered Seventh, pulling away from him. “Okay, uh, yeah. Let’s get to it. I don’t want to wait.”

Seventh got to her feet, then went back into the bed though facing away from him. She clambered up into the middle of the bed, got her knees planted, then laid her shoulders and head down against the bedding material.

Her left hand slid down between her legs and came up. Her fingers pushed up into her the hood of her privates and began to play with herself.

“Come on, Wrench,” Seventh murmured. He couldn’t see her face but it sounded more akin to a moan.

Not one to argue with a lovely woman asking him to mount her, Wrench moved into the bed. Getting behind her, he lined himself up with her and laid his left hand down to her rear end.

Before he could take hold of his tip and angle himself into her, Seventh moved her hand. Her fingers found the head of his member, took hold, and guided him into her entrance. Pulling at him until he began to sink into her.

Then her hand fell away as Wrench took over, moving his hips forward. His girth pushed her walls apart around himself as he fully entered her.

Traveling down to the hilt, he stopped once he was in her completely.

“Gunnnh. Is that… all of you?” asked Seventh. Her rear end was angled toward him, her stomach much closer to the bed now. She had arched herself in a fun looking way. Giving him a great look down across her muscular and fit back and shoulders. “I can’t take anymore of you.”

Wrench chuckled and put both hands to her hips. He gave her a squeeze and patted her.

“Yeah, its all of me. Mind if I start this?” asked Wrench.

“Please, yes. I’m so fucking horny now,” complained Seventh. “I need to get off. Now.”

Not hesitating further, Wrench pulled at her hips, then pushed at her, drawing his hips back.

With a wet sounding swish, his length exited from her. The tight inner-walls of her gripping to him as he went. As if they didn’t want him to pull out.

Seventh let out a soft whimpering moan and her hand came back up to grab at the inside of his knee. She pulled at him, making him feel quite wanted.

Once the head became visible Wrench pushed forward, gliding into her once again. Pushing up to her until he was at the extent that he could enter her.

Drawing away he settled into a decent rhythm. Gliding in and out of Seventh smoothly and deeply. Moving from hilt to tip and back again.

With quiet whimpers and moans, Seventh pushed herself back and forth with him. Creating a soft clap of her ass as it met his lap each time.

Unable to help himself, Wrench let his right hand cup her rear-end, then squeezed it with a bit of force. Fondling her as he pushed and pulled at her, moving his member through her insides.

“Harder,” she demanded suddenly in a pant. “Just a bit.”

Complying, Wrench moved himself more firmly. Thrusting into her and knocking her forward a touch with each pump. Riding her down into the bedding material.

The quiet moans grew in volume as Wrench kept going.

In the back of his head he contemplated dialing his Reproductive system back to normal, but he decided against it. A strange thought had blossomed in his mind and he wanted to see if it was possible before he committed to impregnating Seventh.

He knew that they’d just pair him with her again if the first time failed, though likely after checking to make sure he had viable genetic material. He’d have another chance to impregnate her, but that’d give him time to see if he could pull off what he wanted.

The strange part was that even as he rode Seventh, enjoyed her physically, his mind had drifted off to thoughts of another woman. Of being atop someone else entirely even while hilt-deep in Seventh.

Reaching his climax, he pushed much more firmly against the Brawler. Each hard thrust was accompanied by his member flexing and pulsing.

Unloading worthless seed into her that had no chance of getting her with child.

Seventh was now holding her breath. Tiny gasped moans slipping out as he kept pushing into her and riding out his climax.

Thoughts of Stripe pushed to the forefront of his mind and demanded he acknowledge what he really wanted.

Making love to the wonderful Deme and seeing her gazing up at him.

Hopefully with the longing he’d probably never see from Dusky and the acceptance Seventh didn’t want to take on. Or so he hoped.

Even as he pushed deeper into the moaning Seventh.