Tron : Quorra and the End of Line Club. (Jack Stalker and darkest-fate)

[Jack Stalker]

Tron : Quorra and The End of Line Club.
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CLU had wanted to keep an ISO around for experimentation, questioning, examination... just to see if there was any code which could be extracted to add to his own. He learned that wasn't practical, that they could be a threat in large numbers, so he had arranged their extinction. He had given orders that one specific Iso who had caught his eye be spared, Quorra was her name... and she oozed something the users called sex appeal.

Users were crazed about sex, depravity, finding ways to simulate it, create it and make it flourish in a digital world. A.I's, sex robots, games, particularly the Japanese area of the grid... which was so depraved that even CLU avoided it. Sex had always been there, in the dirty dark corners of the grid, but it had slowly expanded and now it was rife, everywhere, with numerous programs succumbing to it's corruption. Not CLU of course, he had things under control, he knew when it was time to fuck and when it was time to plot his invasion of the user world. He just needed Flynn's disk, then everything would fall into place.

Yet he couldn't stop thinking about Quorra. The one that got away. His programs had been too aggressive. Repurposed anti virus programs had annihilated the Iso's, leaving no survivors. He had sent the offending programs to the game grid, but spared Rinzler, who had led the assault. He knew that Rinzler had wanted to fuck Quorra just as badly as he did. It was others who had been slack.

Then unexpectedly one cycle, Zuse contacted him. A hot little program had been calling in at his End of Line club. First teasing and being teased by his number one, Gem, then indulging with some light foreplay with Zuse himself. There was no doubt about who it was, based on the footage Zuse shared with him. It was her. Quorra.

CLU knew immediately how she had survived. Flynn. And obviously something he had done had pushed her towards what humans called sin. He wondered if the old man even knew that she was away from his 'secret base', spending time in the main city. CLU knew all about that place, and craved getting his hands on Flynn's disc... but his vehicles simply wouldn't function very well off grid, and any assault would be seen coming a mile away... and Flynn and the disc would flee even deeper in to the wasteland where he could not follow. He wanted that Disc, almost as much as he wanted that hot little Iso bitch who worked for his traitorous and foolish creator.

And now he could get it.

All he had to do was corrupt Quorra. But it wouldn't be as simple as what he had done with Tron, now Rinzler his right hand program. Her code was resistant to such manipulation. He knew what Flynn knew, that's how he had easily warped Tron, but now, as the cycles went on, their knowledge had deviated. Besides, the Iso's were unique, not created by Flynn. His corruption code would not work.. but there was another way. Pollution of her electronic soul through the same means that he heard users became corrupted, sinning against their own gods.

Porn. Sex. Depravity.

"Keep her there. I'll be with you shortly." he told Zuse, summoning his ship along with its recogniser escort and Rinzler, who he kept close wherever he went. "Feed her ego, tell her how important she is, tell her I'm willing to negotiate, but Flynn is too stubborn. Tell her that I just want to talk with her. That not all the Iso's are dead and gone, that they were caught and have been kept captive. Tell her that it's possible to negotiate the release of some, provided she helps me with a few questions." he paused. "Tell her anything you want to. Ply her with the best energy drinks, ply her with sex from your number one... but keep your own hands off her and keep her there until I arrive. I want her pure, untainted by other make code." he insisted. It was bad enough that Flynn had likely plunged into her, unless his morals and ethics had forced him to keep his hands off her... which might explain her visits to End of line. "Close the club to others. I want to be alone with her when I get there." he finished.

He looked out of the command window of his cruiser, the sprawling city turned to streaks of light beneath him as the ship poured on a burst of speed. He was going to have her, corrupt her, turn her into a plaything, have her screaming his name and flooding with energy... and then he was going to use her to spy on Flynn, to plot, to plan, to prepare for the time when he would be able to swoop in and get that Disk... and if it took a while, if he had to spend a hundred cycles pouring sense and coaxing betrayal and obedience into the depraved little Iso... well, then that's the way it would have to be.

CLU would be there soon enough... he pondered on what exactly he would find waiting for him, his disc flaring with anticipation along with the data stick bulging in his groin...

 

[darkest_fate]

There had to be some flaw, some weakness in Quorra's code. Flynn told her again and again that she was a miracle, an ISO that had risen as something of the embodiment of the Grid itself. Her mind, her programming, her very electronic soul and being had been pulled into this world for great purpose. Beings like her existed for impact, and showed the power of processing and technology in all its wonder and glory. Surely she could change the Grid, could push even further into the world of humans that so fascinated and astounded her.

Yet she found herself here. Again.

True, she'd volunteered for this. She and Flynn had worked out a necessary mission, finding information about ISOs and further their cause. The End of the Line was a place known for giving information to those that were willing to seek it, to endure the depravities. Quorra told herself that was what she was doing: enduring. She'd broken away from them and this life. No longer was she debauched, experiencing the cycles of... fucking that had inflicted such pleasures on her that she'd become certain it was embedded into her very code.

Flynn had freed her from that, from this. He'd shown her that she could be more, could be his miracle. He'd even been initially surprised that she seemed to know and understand how sex and copulation worked, laughing at her naive terminology and relative innocence. Oh, he'd been quite instructive, teaching her about the various sections of the grid, explaining how desires worked. Given that she may not be able to reproduce normally, her desires were rather strange indeed. Perhaps it was that she'd manifested an appealing female form? Flynn's data-stick---his cock, had certainly seemed to appreciate. Though Quorra wished he would be perhaps just a bit rougher with her at times.

But no, she was better than that. She'd risen above it. Except here, she could remember all those delicious pleasures. A shiver ran through her as Zuse approached. She could recall how his cock could reach inside her, how he didn't care which hole he used or abused, and how he could and would make sure she achieved pleasure regardless. She could feel her own body adjusting, breath quickening for a moment, chest growing tight, a tingling sensation beginning between her loins.

He had not come to take her; not that she would have let him. The teasing they did was enough to get his attention, and to hopefully gather further attention yet. No, instead he offered her an energy drink, insisted that CLU would be arriving. The ISO had stiffened at this: CLU? They were going straight for CLU? The thought made her nervous, made her eager to drink that energy drink, feeling it pulsing through her code and body.

She had only been in his clutches for a while before, one of many ISOs who slipped, but the only who remained slipped. Had not CLU taken on the appearance of his maker? The one who insisted she was above this, while still letting her suck from his cock? The thought made her shiver again. Could she handle someone who looked like her savior but acted like her worst dreams? She would have to. They needed to discuss, so that they could move forward. She had a mission.

Quorra closed her legs tight, waiting until that arrival. She saw the club emptying, saw some slight nerves in Zuse with... was that excitement? She felt some herself, the emotion brimming from her wide blue eyes. CLU... here... in this place of sin. No, no, she couldn't think like that. She had her goal. She would simply check to make sure she was ready, to fight if need be, to prove herself a force, an equal to him, possibly even his better...

 

[Jack Stalker]

Zuse vanished from sight behind the bar, taking Gem along with him, though the girl had thrown some concerned glances back in the direction of Quorra. Zuse clearly wanted as little to do with Clu as possible, not only to maintain some shred of concealment about their arrangements, but because Clu exuded danger with every step, every look, every shift. He was the most powerful program on the grid and no one was his equal. Iso's may have been good for certain things, but combat wasn't one of them, it was how they had been slaughtered so easily, how Clu knew that any member of his elite could likely beat one down.

Not that any were left.

The cruiser docked and the door opened to reveal Rinzler. He paused in the doorway, assessing the room, seeing Quorra but ignoring her and searching the other recesses for any signs of treachery, then he turned to guard the entrance to the docking ramp as Clu moved into the club and made straight for Quorra. He clicked his fingers as he moved, barely acknowledging Zuse and motioning for Gem to bring them both a drink.

Impossible feelings of lust, human lust which coursed through his veins due to his direct link to a god, burned inside him as he laid his eyes on Quorra. She was literally perfection, every inch of code sculpted to achieve one goal, to draw his attention, to drive him wild with desire, to make him forget about his plans of invasion and instead only consider how he could lay waste to her resistance and fuck her to near destruction.

He stopped in front of her and let her know, with the way his eyes roamed about her seated form, that he was fucking her in his thoughts, that he was taken with her, just like every other program who had ever laid eyes on her. However unlike those programs which would never garner a second glance, he knew that he was sculpted in the image of a god, that his very form was that of the user who had saved her from the slaughtered remains of the Iso's tower. Except that unlike Flynn, he was going to be the one to satisfy her, where the old user could not.

Clu walked around her, brushing a hand against her shoulder, then her cheek, then away as she sat down next to her. Close at her side confidence, power, arrogance, they all poured out of him as he looked her over.

He took the drinks from Gem, drawing out a scintillating bit which looked like a sparkling dodecahedron, he dropped them into the drinks, giving them a throbbing pushing glow. Infusing them with enough energy to leave anyone consuming them buzzing, pulsing with energy and intoxicated with a surge of power they would not find in any normal bar.

"Quorra, isn't it? I know why you've come here. The thing is, do you?" he asked, watching her. He pushed the drink towards her, then too a sip from his own, watching as his orange glow pulsed and shone vibrantly, shifting to a purplish tint for a moment. "I expect that you have questions, but we both know those can wait. Right now you need to relax, enjoy the moment, enjoy your freedom from the user you enslaved yourself to. You know that you're here because you don't want to be lied to or used any more, do you Quorra? You're here because this is the only place you can find true pleasure... and that's because you have been spending far too much time with someone who only wishes to use you for their own selfish ends... whereas where I'm concerned..." he took a long sip. "...we can help each other."

He leaned in, resting a hand on her thigh, sliding it back and forth, stroking is fingers against her as he lowered his voice. "Everything you see in Flynn, everything you have been exposed to? It's a falsehood, a waste of your time, he's just a worse version of myself. I'm the better version. I'm more powerful, more skilled, else why would he remain trapped out in the wastes. I'm more dedicated to taking us into the world outside. All Flynn wants to do is keep us prisoner here. He's not one of us, he simply seeks to use us, enslave us... but I... I want to empower us, make us better, take us all to new heights. More than that... I need someone at my side, someone who isn't just a user... but who is invested in our world and our ways. That program could be you, Quorra. I know you want it to be... that's why you're here." he told her in an insistent tone.

"If you could get what you wanted back there, then that's where you would be right now. What you want, what you need is right here. I know what you want.... so do you. We all need the same thing." he finished, looking down her thigh was bare and exposed where he touched it, her suit derezzed at his fingertips. In fact if she were a lesser program she would likely have colour shifted to orange trim by now.

This close to her, this close to perfection, Clu could feel how hard he was, how empowered his pseudo flesh form felt beneath his suit. "Let us at least call a truce Quorra. No tricks. Tonight we simply indulge ourselves with what we want." he eased his hand further up her leg towards her upper thigh as his power began to spread in its de-resolution of her suit. Unchecked she would be naked within a few more seconds... affording his hand and fingers the opportunity to begin assaulting her core port, what crude users referred to as a cunt. "I want to show you what you are missing, what you have given up by choosing the wrong side."

 

[darkest_fate]

The door opened, and Quorra turned. her hand dropped, moving to pull a disc, to ready itself, tension rippling through her tight form as she saw Rinzler. Her mouth opened to call him out, to challenge, only to find the program silently ignoring her, simply scanning the room, obviously looking for a trap or ambush of some kind. Quorra almost wanted to laugh: did they really think that was something they'd do? Did they think they even had enough forces to manage something like that? Besides, the biggest threat was likely Quorra herself, seeing as she was a free-willed ISO.

One who needed to play along with whatever it was that Clu had planned now. She watched as he entered, feeling a shiver run across her fabricated form. There was this almost instinctive reaction: she knew the program to have power over her, to be able to do terrific and terrible things to her form. Some part of her programming, even as freed from the structure as she was, simply called to him. It certainly didn't help that he looked exactly like the user she'd most had contact with, the last source she'd felt any of those bodily pleasures that her senses thrived upon. She could almost feel that primal hunger gnawing at her, twisting her lower guts, as he strode confidently in, commanding the so-called operators of this with gestures, his presence enough.

Perhaps it was that presence that kept her there, looking up at him, her blue eyes challenging, but in an almost childish way, like she knew there would be little point. Quorra again told herself she was here of her own free will, that she'd set this in motion, volunteered, that Clu had vital information, that everything she did would be playing along with him. But his gaze made her shiver. She could literally feel her slot, her sex, her pussy quiver, both in want and in some distant memory. Instantly she had to wonder if Clu had been programmed with an impressive cock, or if they'd decided to improve on what was already there.

But this being slaughtered her people, made her a last of her kin. She had to ignore the touches, the stares, the way he simply strolled in and took command. "I know why I'm here!' she protested, barely managing to get the words in between drinks. Her mouth moved to spurt questions, more like demands, only to have him cut her off. Enslaved? Quorra blinked, drawing back, brow furrowing. Flynn promised her freedom, would help her break free of the grid. And they all served the users in the end, but---but something in the words about pleasure spoke truth to her, made her swallow.

Again, it didn't help that he reached out, touching her thigh. Quorra's breath caught, eyes dropping to the touch. Fingers curled, knowing she should resist, but she looked up to him as he spoke. "That's---" she tried to interject, but Clu continued, not leaving her room to speak, insisting that she was here for a reason: to join him. She scoffed at that, though she knew she should at least be playing along. They all needed the same thing... she glanced down, seeing the pale skin, just tinged with the blue of an ISO.

"A truce? You're the one who brought---" Quorra gestured toward Rinzler, "and this is---" her breath caught as his hand drifted up. She felt the suit unraveling, baring more of her flesh beneath it. She focused, her own will and programming fighting his, a hand slapping to stop things from derezzing. Yet she felt his fingers near her core, grazing it: the covering she'd managed to restore there had been thin, and, with the moisture gathering, wouldn't likely hold up. He'd feel the heat as her body processes kicked up all the same.

"You---you think you can offer me promises with your---fabricated---cock?!" she offered, half smirking as she used the user term for it, eyes flicking down. She knew she had to challenge, because that was what she should do. But she felt almost pinned by him, and some part of her yearned for him to do precisely as promised, to tease her overheating core.

 

[Jack Stalker]

He had been entrusted to create the perfect system, but now that he was this close to Quorra... Clu began to realise how futile and impossible a task that was. He would never be able to create an Iso, no matter his powers. She was literal perfection, right there next to him. He shook his head, erasing that line of thought and supressing that code. He would create perfection, he would create perfection by fucking her and making her bend to his will. He would extract the perfect orgasm from her, the perfect explosion of energy and pleasure, that would be part of his legacy. He would not just be remembered as the one who took the programs into the world of the users to dominate and control them... he would also be remembered as the program who created a new master race of programs. He and Quorra would create a new breed of programs and systems. One that had been refined and separated from all the other chaff, a perfect example of programs who were not enslaved by some user, but instead created through a perfect union.

He could see something in her eyes, beyond the innocence of her appearance. She was courageous enough, but her true talent was not in conflict, it was in fucking. Her body was indescribable, no other program had anything like it, though Gem probably came closest he was a distant speck on the horizon compared to Quorra's beauty. "Flynn lied to you, you know? If didn't manifest from nothing, like he seems to think. You manifested from lust, desire, want. Your purpose is to fuck, to pleasure other programs and be pleasured in return. Deep inside I think you know that, I think you realise that it's your calling. That's why you came here. Not to satisfy Flynn, but to give in to your true nature." If she could be used to create other programs, other hybrids of code, then he would be the one to use her for such a purpose. She was wasted on Flynn and he needed to show her that. He shifted closer still to her, the club was empty but for them at their booth, but he wouldn't have cared either way. He wanted her. Now.

"Yes. I brought Rinzler and my other crew, they can watch what happens if you like... I know that Zuse and Gem will, they are watching us now. I can feel their eyes on you, on me, on each other. As for Rinzler... my command ship is docked outside, did you think I would walk here.. perhaps take a light cycle ride?" he chuckled, his hands moved to her shoulder, then one brazenly stroked across her breasts. Wherever he touched her now her suit faded away instantly, exposing her perfection beneath as fast as she might try to replace it... it was clear he was toying with her. "You should be proud of this form, not hide it like Flynn makes you." he grinned. He shifted his left hand to her throat and sank his right down between her legs, feeling the heat of her core through her suit.

"Look how hot you are already, energy is literally seeping out of you. You need this. Flynn cannot give you what you want. He's old, failing, no matter the distortion of time here the users will eventually fail. We, on the other hand, can go on forever, adapting, changing, self programming and upgrading. If I was patient and willing to wait, eventually he would just stop... a few billion cycles and no more problems." he leaned in, shifting his hand to the back of her neck as he kissed her throat, the hand between her thighs beginning to stroke through the crease of her slot as it was exposed again, "But I'm not waiting. I'm not a slave to his timetable. Besides, his disc might degrade before I can get to it. No. No more waiting. Together, Quorra, we can usher in a new class of program, one which is beyond the taint of the users. I see that now... and so do you. That's why you are here, you see the pleasure there is in submitting to depravity, as well as the potential. The maximum potential that can be bestowed upon this world. Our world... a world we can create together." his lips seared against her throat, her chin, her mouth for a brief instant. The de-resolution of her suit intensified. She might have been able to resist a clothing change from Gem on a game grid prep station, something even a user could not do, but resist Clu, ruler of the entire system? While in physical contact?

Impossible.

With a flare of the orange glow around him he reduced her clothing to simple strips about her breasts and waist, more bikini like than anything else. He then grinned as she continued. "Promises with a fabricated cock? You may like to somehow modestly try to conceal your perfection and beauty, but after many upgrades since I was split from Flynn, since the better part of him detached to create and rule this place... well, I think you'll find I'm proud of my achievements..." he snapped. The drink was beginning to have an effect now, Quorra's glow taking on a more purplish tint as the elements designed to break down inhibitions flooded her system, functioning like the alcohol users drank.

His suit derezzed, bleeding away to reveal a younger body than Flynn's muscular, taut, fit, his cock was fashioned after that of a user, yet more powerful and thick. It's huge length speared upwards as soon as there was no barrier to restrain it, glowing energy wept from the slot at the top, pouring down the shaft to give it a pulsing purplish glow, which matched the glowing purple lines which streaked it like veins. "I'm going to fuck you right here Quorra. Spread you on this table, take you. Would you prefer an audience or not?" he took hold of her hand, placed her fingers against his cock. "You want this. don't you? No user can match the lust, the desire, the need a program has for another... and I am no mere program. I am the master of all. Flynn doesn't know where you came from.. because he didn't make you, because you didn't manifest to serve him... you manifested to serve me. To join me." his voice was a gravelly growl now as he looked at her, moving his hand to stroke along her shoulder, leaving glowing purple trails in her flesh, circling her tattoo and watching it shift to the colour of sin beneath his touch.

 

[darkest_fate]

Flynn.... lied to her? Quorra tilted her head, confusion wrinkling her pretty face for a few moments. She'd manifested from... lust? There was a strange sort of logic to that. Why else did she look as she did? Like the perfection of the female form, with perhaps just enough androgyny to further appeal to those whose sex she matched. And Clu's words about her purpose, about being literally programmed to fuck, to pleasure other programs seemed to call to something within her. It was such an easy explanation for her situation. Her curiosity, her wants, even the pulsing desires she could feel now, that near need to spread her legs before this, the most powerful of programs, it all had seemed so strange to her. But.. but what if it was the manifestation of desires? Or the grid attempting to reproduce itself by copying what it had learned from so much human sexuality and sex?

Had he brought them all to fuck her? To breed her with new programs, mixing their coding through that most primal connection? Quorra's head spun with the possibilities, and with her own lust .She felt Clu's hand moving again, derezzing her garb once more, parting it to reveal more of the pale, nearly blue skin beneath. Her hesitation meant so much of her was uncovered before she could react. Her hands tried to move quickly, to restore what he'd lost. but the replacements were nearly sheer, as if her own wants were infecting how she formulated. The thin black fabric did less to cover her body, and almost seemed to enhance it.

"I'm not hiding!" she insisted, feeling a slight flush of anger. It blazed for a moment, though her gaze wavered as a hand slid about her throat. Quorra felt herself shiver despite what her mind insisted, the tremors growing worse as the hand trailed down. Her eyes followed, trying otwatch as he went down, down, finding her core. She gasped, feeling the sharp burst of heat that hit her. She knew she was not simply wet, not merely leaking energy, but practically drooling coding. When had she last felt this aroused? This needful? He rained promises, then kisses, pressing along her neck. Those pretty blue eyes fluttered as her head lolled, baring more flesh to him. Her body arched, rolling deliciously toward him, knowing the pleasure he could inflict.

his words just felt so... so distant. Quorra felt his lips, searing into her code as if branding her, leaving viruses in their wake. First her throat, then her chin, her lips moved to try and meet, but he bested her. Flynn could meet her, or at least try. Clu... Clu always seemed ahead, as if he'd read her thoughts and knew precisely what to do. She needed to resist; she knew that, felt the words "I can't---" dribble from her lips. But her body felt so hot, so needy, that she nearly whimpered.

A flare, and she gasped, feeling her clothing change. The daring clothes barely covered anything. To her slight surprise, just a hint of her own transparent manipulation remained, extending downward almost as if to frame her belly and her legs, two little strips of barely there fabric. She looked up to him. "What---what are you doing to---" she managed, only to pause, gasping as his clothes derezzed. "Maker," she breathed, eyes trailing along him. He looked like her current lover... but better, perfected. Quorra's gaze lingered on his abs, on his chest, taking it all in. they trailed deliciously downward, before lingering on the impressive pillar before her. The pulsing purple only added to the lewdness, made it seem even bigger.

Quorra felt her legs parting without thought, her eager programming taking over. Her hand teased it, and she realized he'd moved it, realized then that she'd moved. The legs snapped shut, more flush rising. "I serve no one," she insisted, but her hand moved slightly. She couldn't help it: she had to feel him, to feel that pulsing cock. She wanted to drag her mouth over it, to taste the purple energies that drifted throughout. Her gaze flicked to her own body, seeing the sinful purple trailing throughout ,mixing with her blue in utterly delightful ways.

"You'll never have me: I'm a free program," she insisted even as she shivered .Quorra could feel that want. She was supposed to play along anyway, right? Would it be so bad if she just... let him have his way? Just once? "I don't serve Flynn ,and I'll never serve you!" she insisted, even though she knew it was technically untrue. They were all made to serve, on some level. But she was... free. She served only herself and.. and her desires.

Which is why she'd perhaps emphasized that, and didn't seem to realize until now that she'd neglected to defy him in other ways; "You---you won't fuck me either." Right, even she didn't believe herself in that, and could practically hear the near demand there, as if suggesting that was precisely what she wanted.

 

[Jack Stalker]

As Clu played to Quorra's ego, her vanity, her ability to reason and choose to follow particular paths of logic instead of others, he saw the doubt in her eyes, on her face, read the confusion manifesting inside her as he stroked at her pussy through the shreds of fabric which remained there. He noted how her midriff took on a sheer covering, exposing her body port. The rest of her outfit shifted as she fought to maintain some degree of modesty, and failed. Her top and bottoms stayed in place, but now they were criss crossed by minuscule strands, a grid pattern which had the appearance of fishnets in the users world. Her scant shreds of clothing shifting from bikini to fishnet body leotard, while Clu himself sat rampant and brazenly naked, unashamed and proud to show and display the effect she had on his cock.

His fluids ran from the slot at it's head, turning the knob purple and flooding down her fingers as he brought them up against it. The streaks of purplish energy flowed into her skin and merged with her veins, just as he noticed the copious amounts which were soaking through her fishnet bottoms to stain the seat and her inner thighs, similar veined streaks penetrating her skin to merge with the blue, the corruption of lust invading her inch by inch, moment by moment.

Clu's lips brushed against her ear his breath hot against her flesh and leaving patterns of heat there as he whispered into her ear. "You were created to fuck. You know it. Look at yourself, look at the way you feel, the places you are drawn to. Your perfect face, body, breasts, legs, thighs, all formed to be the perfect fantasy for anyone who lays eyes on you... yet you hide away in some wasteland? When you should be here, showing yourself, showing others, leading the way forwards towards the peace that descent into lust will bring the grid." he told her, conviction and determination behind his words.

"No... you aren't hiding now, not when you are here, with me. Not when you are with the program you are supposed to be with, not when you have burst free of the cage Flynn keeps you in. Do you think I would place you in a cage? Do you think any program would want to hide your beauty away and deny others your presence?" he shook his head. "You belong with me, next to the ruler of the grid, showing them perfection."

His fingers groped at her bottom, pulling them aside he crudely entered her, his fingers sinking into the drooling mess of her cunt, splaying aside the gates to her port as two digits plunged into her boiling pool of weeping code, his thumb stroking against the small nub located within a hooded cover above her entrance. "Can't? Those aren't words that I would let me chosen program speak often. You can Quorra... look at you, you are virtually pouring out energy, you're soaking, drenched, a stick twice as fat as mine could cram itself into your right now you are so sodden. I can feel the fluids leaking around to your auxiliary entrance as well... there isn't a single hole in your body that isn't ready and willing to be fucked. is there? You dirty little Iso." his breath was heavy with sin, temptation and lust as he fingered her, his cock pulsing against her hand.

"What am I doing? It's more like what are you doing. What are you doing to me, Quorra. All I can think about is you, your body, your mind, your energy dripping from your body, your eagerness to be fucked and to fuck me, to fuck perfection, to merge with one who was created to be perfect. I am the distilled perfection of a user, and you manifested to do more than simply serve me." he hissed into her ear.

He noticed her looking him over, paused to allow her eyes to feast on his superior form, but contained to stroke at her core, continued to violate her pussy, a slopping squelching sound bleeding forth from her tight hole as he plundered it, purple fluids drooling out now, down his hand to bead and drip from his wrist as he settled into a rhythm of fucking her slot with his fingers, invading her body, fucking her almost against her will, though her body said otherwise, lubing itself and begging to be taken as it's sodden gash sucked on his digits like a hungry pair of lips.

"GAaahhh!" he groaned, shivering as her had moved on his cock, the massive tool vibrating in her grasp, throbbing and pulsing hungrily as she touched it, let her fingers move along it's enormous purple veined shaft. "Serve me? Perhaps I misspoke. Save me. You are here to save me Quorra." he insisted suddenly, looking into her eyes as he moved his head back. "Every war that has ever taken place in the world of the users... I have calculated they could have been averted by a woman." he grinned, continuing to finger her, a steady throbbing pattern of penetration and clit teasing.

"If Hitler had been fucked hard enough and long enough, consumed by lust, kept hard and within a woman, he would not have had time to go to war! He would not have wanted to spend one moment away from a glorious cunt, ass or mouth dedicated to serving, to saving, him." he licked her neck, kissed her cheek, sucked on her lower lip as he moved in closer. "Or perhaps war occurred because that's what a woman wanted? Perhaps a woman fucked him hard and told him to go to war if he wanted to taste her cunt again." he smiled. "Which choice will you make Quorra? Perhaps you have the power to avert disaster, to prevent a war, to halt an invasion, all right here... inside your tight holes..." he growled, his fingers pumping away in her slot. "...you'll never know unless you try, will you?"

He chuckled softly as she protested, "Free? Yes. You are free to fuck. Free to experience pleasure. Free to be pleasured, to orgasm, to scream in ecstasy, to make the most powerful program in the grid come hard and flood you with power. You are free to do all that.. so don't allow one failing old man to hold you back, embrace your destiny." he groaned, moving a hand to her tits, one between her legs and one squeezing and playing with her nipples, exposing them through the netting which remained of her clothing, leaning in to suck on a lone glowing purplish nipple for a few moments.

"I won't fuck you? You're right Quorra. Your dripping cunt, tight ass, warm juicy mouth, they are here to fuck me. You will fuck me, Quorra, because I am your destiny, I am the one you were made to fuck, I am the one you were made to save... if you can. So use your power. Fuck me. Fuck me like a billion lives depended on it." he groaned, his hands shifting to grasp her waist and lift her over, drawing her onto his lap to straddle him, glowing shaft slapping against her belly and leaving purple trails of energy splattered against her body. "Fuck me.. your body is screaming to fuck, your very existence was designed for it. Fuck me Quorra. We both know it's our destiny to complete each other." he filled his mouth with a nipple, his hands roaming her flesh until the situation progressed or devolved.

 

[darkest_fate]

How, how could he keep talking like that? Quorra found herself almost amazed at the sheer rate Clu fired words. It felt like spacial bullets, like an endless array of flying discs, but instead of derezzing her, chipping away at her finely formed body, each volley slid within her. It fanned that internal flame, made her sex... her pussy... grow wetter and wetter. She could feel her insides twisting, rising to meet his desires, as if the stream of words was some internal code that slid into her very processing, rewriting it. Thick fingers dug into her firm ass as he insisted that she belonged with him. She could feel them pressing deep, feel the strange sensation of her clothing shifting and reshaping yet again: first going into something like a bikini covering, then something almost sheer, then almost vanishing entirely.

A pull, a yank, and her naked sex, as devoid of hair as anywhere on Quorra's body, showed to the dimly lit air of the club. Already her lips had swollen with need, the arousal on them making her glisten. She could feel her energy drooling out of her, growing more fierce as the fingers sank. The pressure pushed out a gasp, those striking blue eyes widening, her mouth parting to let out the noise. Her body rolled once more. She could feel her insides convulsing. Tight walls gripped the invading digits, not to repel, but to welcome, to enclose them with her tight velvet and try to almost pull them further inside. She could feel his digits parting her, stretching out a sex that simply had not gotten the use it so eagerly wanted.

Maker; his hand shifted and pushed, seeking a nub. The moment he touched it, Quorra gasped, she jerked, half pulling her hips away, almost sawing back, as if to skewer her horny little body onto him, stab herself more fully onto whatever he would penetrate her with: fingers, cock, tongue, fuck, she'd take it all. The needy ISO could only pant while he fired her words back at her, shifting her so her own juices lubed her tight auxiliary--her ass. She felt the snug star clench, remembering when a cock would plunge it as well. There was something so... deliciously debauched about that. It stretched, almost hurt, was considered taboo by human programming that seeped into her.

"I'm---I'm not dirty---" she breathed, the 'not' almost sounding too week, even moreso as she let out another breathy moan, her hand jerking about him. her grip tightened for a moment, before she tried to force herself back, to release. This... this wasn't how this meeting was supposed to go... She looked up at him, that question almost rising again. I am the distilled perfection of a user, and you manifested to do more than simply serve me...i

'Wha---Wha---aaah," for he'd moved again, reminding her that his fingers stretched her sex. She heard the squelch, openly whimpering. Quorra fell back, ass touching the table, body curling up... to protect? Offer him better access? Both? Neither? Maker, her sex drooled, and she could see the purple rising up just underneath her skin, infecting her blue, turning it a strange blue-violet color that looked... good? Like poison? Like sin? She gasped as she felt his hand jerk, the fingers scarping her insides.

"Don't---stop---" she breathed. The words were in the right order, right? She'd said them. Don't. Don't as in don't do this. Stop, as in stop this. Don't stop... as in don't you dare take those fucking fingers out of me before I cum---no, no, wait, that's not--- but he was moving. "S--save?" she stammered. How did he expect her to think with his fingers jammed into her pussy, others hitting her clit like it was a goddamn orgasm button, pressing hard.

She almost wanted to laugh as he mentioned Hitler, remembering teasing comments she'd gleaned from Users. But---but didn't what Clu said... make sense? Her head tilted, to listen perhaps, or so she told, but her lips moved as he took her own, and her head lolled in near submission, legs falling, the curl undoing into a rise. "No---no--war---" she insisted, breathing hard. She was panting now .Fuck, when had that started? Already she felt the tension rising, and he'd barely gotten started. She was free, she'd insisted and--- "AH!" she screamed out as he grasped her breast, pushing them out, the material covering her seeming to flicker. It actually tightened for a moment, a little star that puckered up, seized her nipple as if to help, before turning into a strange covering, a bra that didn't cover her nipple. She could see the mound growing. "I--I---you're going---so fast---" she breathed. She squirmed, trying to move away, even as she felt her sex weeping, both for him, and for what was going and---

Fuck, she was on his lap. Quorra shivered, looking down at him, her eyes swimming. If he looked closely, he'd just see a line of purple beneath, running along, almost like a circle of code. "If---if I fuck you---you stop---stop the---war---the derezzing," she said, as if she could set terms with her hips already shifting, rolling, lips near his domed head. "The---" were they made for each other? It felt so true. "Maker,' she breathed, eyes closing, "how can you---can you speak so---I'm---" she shivered, biting her lip, hand rising to her head, running through hair. She could barely put thoughts together through her haze; how the fuck could he monologue? Because she was more wired for this than he? Because he got it more? Fuck, she didn't know...

 

[Jack Stalker]

Clu's hands roamed her body like she belonged to him, as though she were a possession, a belonging, a treasure that he owned. The more he touched her the harder he felt, the faster his energy pumped through his electronic pathways, the deeper he felt the claws of lust sink into him. Every program had succumbed to the depravity which had spilled into the grid, but now he was in Quorra's presence he felt himself falling harder and faster than ever. Perhaps it was the setting? Programs flocked here at certain times, enticed by programs like Gem... and almost goaded into committing acts of copulation by Zuse. He thought he had more resistance, more control, but in truth he welcomed the invasion of debauchery into his routine, especially when said carnality would involve such perfection. Of everything he had said, at least that truth could not be argued with. Quorra was built to fuck, by chance or design, it was simply irrefutable fact.

Her response, as he had raped his way into her cunt with his fingers, was both amusing and enjoyable. He had neither asked nor waited for permission to fuck his fingers into her tightness, instead plundering her tight core with is digits, sinking them deep into her as soon as the chance had presented itself. He had no regrets, feeling her soaking quim virtually piss fluids across his hand as he drilled into her, watching her eyes grow wide and her body clench and squeeze as he forced his digits inside her, slowly fucking her now, with precise calculated movements designs to drive her wild, crafted to draw forth the whimpering slut he knew swelled inside every female program, especially the last unique little Iso who had been created for fucking.

She jerked and pulled and tugged as he forced himself onto her, then shoved back onto his fingers, letting him know that every word about her sinful nature and origin was begging to sound like simple fact. His own veins burned with more purple than orange now, a temporary effect of the drink, but a sure sign of the debauchery burning inside him. More programs were turning up permanently purple these cycles, displaying by the shift in their colour the fact that they had submitted entirely to sin, to sex, to lust. He was too powerful to be turned completely, but embracing it for a while suited his purposes and looked good on the little Iso slut who was slowly crumbling and falling to his suggestions and actions. In truth all he wanted right now was to ravage her. She was Flynn's plaything and that had to change, she had to be shown that she had chosen the wrong version. He would show her that she needed to place her faith in him, not the failing user who hid in the wastes.

"Yes you are Quorra..." he snarled, starting to pump his fingers in and out of her at a more frenzied pace, fucking her violently, hungrily, drilling his fingers in and out of her as she pleaded what, innocence, ignorance, something else. "...You are a dirty little Iso, a filthy minded, fuck hungry, sex addicted little slut of an Iso, one who likes to fuck, who was created to fuck, whose mind is full of wicked sinful thoughts.. all about fucking, every single one of them. I can feel how wet you are. You're soaking! You could power a dozen programs with the energy you're leaking from your tight little slit. I can see how badly you want to fuck me, how badly you want to be fucked." he continued, obscene noises rising from between her thighs as she rose up from where he had dragged her onto his lap to straddle him. Squeezing her ass onto the table behind her, almost inviting him to stand up and sprawl her backwards in preparation to be fucked, impaled on his cock like she was a prime whore from the users world. He got harder at the sight of it, smirking a little as her moans and whimpers were a feast for his ears.

Her fluids poured out of her, streaking her thighs as he finger fucked her. He stood up. sliding a hand onto her belly and easing it up between her tits to grasp at her throat, looming over her as he began to pump his fingers in and out of her faster and faster, thumb fucking her clit with each penetration, shifting his hand from her throat to dissolve her top, exposing her tits completely to his sight, his fingers and thumb moving to capture a nipple and tug on it, then grasp her tits tightly, using it as leverage to continue to fuck away in her cunny. Standing over her his cock swayed and twitched, slopping strings of purple energy across her belly and mound as his fingers became a pulsing blur.

"Don't worry. I won't stop. I want to see you come. Hard. Right here on this table. Let the others hear, let them see, let them know that you have give yourself over to me, that you have chosen to fuck me, to fulfill your destiny, your purpose, by merging with perfection." he growled as she writhed beneath his merciless and unrelenting assault on her. He wondered if Zuse was watching, or whether the display had turned him on so much he was inside Gem right now. He wondered what effect it was having on Rinzler who seemed impassive concerning such things, but he did not wonder more than a milli cycle, his attention far too focused on the sight of Quorra's near naked body writhing on his fingers, her cunt stretched out and weeping as he fucked her faster ad faster, continuing to thumb fuck and massage her clit as he abused her at will. When eh was done with her, she would be ruined, unable to orgasm with any other program but him. Enlightened to the fact that there was no better fuck on the grid.

He moved his hand away from her exposed tits, back to her throat as she tried to shift away. It was too late for that, far too late. he basked in her screams of pain, pleasure, it didn't matter. "Fast? Yes. I want to see you come. I want to feel your orgasm flood over my fingers. I want to see you writhe and buck as I make you come with a simple use of my fingers... getting you nice and lubed, frothing with energy, for when I sink my cock into you and fuck you hard." he hissed in response. He moved his free hand to grasp at her waist, dragging her back onto his lap as he sat back, forcing her to straddle him as he continued to pump his fingers into her and abuse her clit. We aren't at war now, are we? Stop thinking, you don't know my plans... simply know this... my plans are nothing while you are fucking me. Fuck me Quorra. Make me cum inside your tight little Iso cunt! I want to flood you, despoil you, desecrate your body, a body that was made for me. You were made to be fucked by equal perfection... so fuck!" he groaned, moving his fingers from her cunt, his energy stained digits grasping either side of her waist.

As she spoke her request against war he lined up his cock with her tight cunt, lowering her so that her drenched lips stroked against the fat head of his cock, drooling her inner energy onto and down its thick shaft. He groaned aloud as the head forced aside her barely there fishnet like bikini bottoms, spreading apart her cunt lips, splaying them asunder as his fat glowing head was drawn back and forth through the trough of her slit. " Yes, look around. I want the perfect system. No war. Peace under one ruler. I want to feel your perfect cunt sucking on my cock, stretching around it. I want to feel your insides deform and conform to it's shape, to flood it with your pure energy, to finally feel what it's like to fuck perfection.... for two perfect beings to merge, to meld, to fuck." he hissed, holding her dripping quim above his cock, his fingers tight against her waist. "I know that's what you want too. Now Quorra... do it... do what your body is telling you to. Fuck me. Embrace your freedom and fuck your tight little cunt onto me, don't hold back, give in to the pleasure, the sin, the blissful ecstasy. Fuck me." he bellowed, both hands moving to grasp at her tits as he spoke, supporting her by her breasts as he let her cunt push against his cock through gravity alone, keeping her tantalisingly close to impaling herself on his cock until she chose to submit. Ecstasy was written across his features, along with powerful lust and want. A faint but unmistakeable whimper bled into their ears... someone else in the club was engaging in some act of depravity, it was hard to tell who or where it was coming from.​