Overclocked -ch12- (Patreon)

Wrench rolled over, let out a groan, and wished the alarm he’d set would stop. That he could just ignore it and go back to sleep.

That wasn’t really an option though.

He needed to go double-check everything, make sure Pretty-Face was where he was meant to be, and his people were behaving. Not to mention he still needed to start picking through the School and Solo from their Hab to see if he wanted to invite any over.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck.

Fuuuuuuck.

With a sharp sigh, he reached over and deactivated the alarm. It was part of the nightstand and one of the universal tools all Fixers had.

An alarm to make sure one could wake up at any hour needed to do whatever the maintenance need was.

Nope. Let’s just go back to bed.

Sleep is wonderful. I could go for more of that.

It’ll be fine.

I’m sure it’ll be fine.

Rolling over onto his back he forced his eyes open and stared up at the interior of his pen. Looking at the white colored ceiling. His mind kick-starting into action.

No… no I have to get up.

There’s a lot to do.

Almost too much.

I have to adjust the gas ratio and —

“Hi Wrench,” came a warm and soft voice from the bottom of his bed. There was a inhalation of breath, followed by a wet and moist sensation sliding over his partially erect self.

Looking down he found the upturned and lovely face of Duchess perched between his legs. She’d managed to crawl up into the bed without him noticing.

Her grey eyes were peering up at him with his shaft held between her pink lips. She gave him a cute look with her eyes widening as her head dipped down. Enveloping him slowly down to the hilt with ease given he wasn’t quite ready yet.

Tilting her head to the side, her brown hair slid behind her head and spread out over Wrench’s thigh. At the same time she laid her hands down to his bare thighs and lifted her head up.

Sucking firmly against his shaft as she drew back, her eyes never looking away from him as she did so.

As she pulled back, he had a wonderful view down her front. Straight down her impressive and on display cleavage. She’d taken off her dress at some point and was only wearing her underwear.

Making a soft humming noise Duchess moved her head back down, taking him into her mouth down to the hilt. Pausing there, his length hardening quite quickly against her tongue, Duchess sucked at him.

Making soft popping noises as she broke the suction every so often while moving her head fractionally back and forth. At the same time her tongue was pushing, rubbing, and scrubbing at the underside of his tip. Where where it joined to the rest of him.

Slowly, her lips pulling at his flesh as she did so, Duchess worked him back and forth through her mouth. The speed and flow of it luxurous and deliberate. Her tongue swirling and licking at his tip when she had him almost out.

Caressing and curling around the side of his length when he was filling her mouth.

She managed to impressively get his tip down her throat several times as well, though she couldn’t seem to do it consistantly. Each time she managed it her eyes would scrunch up as she fought her gag reflex.

Wrench noticed she that the humming noise he’d heard earlier, was back. Every time she took him deeper, she the noise. It didn’t seem intentional in any way either.

She kept her hands on his thighs but now began to speed up. Her head, neck and shoulders, flexing as she bobbed back and forth along him.

“Mmm, mmm, mmm. Mmm?” Duchess hummed, looking up at him for a moment with expectant eyes. Her eyebrows were drawn up and she looked curious.

He assumed she wanted reassurance.

“You’re doing great, Duchess. It feels really good. I’m going to finish if you keep going like that,” Wrench warned. He had no idea why Duchess had gone in on him like this but he wasn’t going to complain about it. Some women could take the load when he finished, some couldn’t.

It was just better to warn her of it then surprise her.

“Mmmm,” Duchess murmured around him, her eyes now crinkling at the edges and smilling. The corners of her mouth curling upward. “Mmm, mmm, mmm.”

The never ending hum of each down-stroke was it’s own thing inside his head now. A slight vibration that ran along his member as she devoured him.

Unable to resist, he reached his right hand down and slid it into her hair. Curling his fingers into it and resting his hand against her head.

Duchess laid her head briefly against his hand, pausing with hims girth completely lodged down her throat. Her lips wrapped about his hilt.

It was long enough for him to recognize that she didn’t mind his hand on her head, before she began to push herself even faster. Moving her head up and down with short hums as she did so.

Her lips pulled at him, her cheeks hollowing out slightly with a good amount of suction. Grey eyes never looking away from him even once. Staring up at him the entire time she blew him.

His fingers took a bit of a hold on her head and he followed her speed and momentum with his hand. Only to end up laying the other hand to her face and jaw. Holding onto her firmly now.

Duchess didn’t care, nor did she mind it looked like.

She just kept working away at him, determined to get him off.

“Mm! Mm! Mm!” she hummed in a demanding sort of way.

“I-I’m there,” Wrench hissed two seconds before his shaft flexed hard.

Duchess tilted her head, stuffed the head of his manhood against the roof of her mouth, and began sucking on him. Her tongue was pulled back and blocking the path down her throat, though it was washing back and forth across his tip the entire time.

With each spurt, every spasm of his shaft, Duchess cooed happilly, sucking at him the entire time. Almost as if she were drawing everything out of him with every pull.

After a handful of seconds Wrench felt it when his tip became overly sensitive. Duchess hadn’t quit yet and was still sucking, licking, and pulling at him. Her head rotating back and forth and creating friction across his length.

“Okay. I’m-I’m done. It’s almost-too much,” squeaked Wrench when it felt like he wanted to curl up around her head to get her to stop.

Duchess didn’t ignore his plea, sucked one more time on him, then came off with a long exhalation. She leaned her head back and breathed out in an odd way, her mouth clearly filled with his spunk.

Closing her mouth she rolled out of the bed and then moved over to the trashcan nearby. She tapped the foot-pedal, leaned over it, and let his load fall out of her mouth into the can.

She didn’t hover over it or spit out the remnants. Her foot came off the pedal and she looked to him with a laugh. Smacking her lips twice, she moved her mouth around, her tongue pushed at the insides of her cheeks.

“That wasn’t half as bad as I thought it’d be. The taste wasn’t bad but it was so thick. I’m not sure I could have swallowed that,” Duchess admitted, moving away from the trash can. She got to the dresser and picked up her dress which was laying across the top of that.

“Fair enough,” Wrench murmured, the empty and warm feeling of being sexually satisfied taking his worries away.

“Well, I hope you feel better,” Duchess said and came over to him. She patted him gently on the thigh. “Next time just let us know we need to take care of you so that we’re square. If you’re not pleased, we’re not earning our keep. We’re willing to help Dusky out, but you still have to tell us.”

Duchess gave him another smile, adjusted her dress, then left quickly. Closing the door to his pen behind her.

Ah… that… she either was sent by Dusky, or came on her own.

Thinking that they weren’t holding to their end of the bargain, I suppose.

Right.

That wasn’t impromptu or anything like that. It was just part of the exchange.

Sighing, Wrench laid his arm over his eyes and felt like an idiot.

A foolish and love-sick idiot young-man. Instead of the much older man he’d been not long ago who no longer held to such things.

“It must be the age of this body. Something like that,” grumbled Wrench, trying hard not to think about how lovely Duchess looked. Or how she’d made his heart race. “I’m too old and too young at the same god damn time. Fucking hell I’m all mixed up.”

It only took him a few minutes to gather his thoughts, refix his mind into place, and exit his pen. He made his way down the hall and to the exit quickly.

The last thing he wanted right now was to run across Dusky and have his fears confirmed. Because knowing her, she’d likely ask him how Duchess did and that’d shatter what illussion remained of thinking she’d done that on her own volition.

Coming out of the pens he found Stripe not far off. She was currently talking to a man that was physically older than Wrench was, but looked to be around twenty-five. A man who most certainly didn’t quite know what he was doing with himself other than trying to live.

His hair was a pale-brown color with soft-blue eyes. He was nearly as attractive as Pretty-Face, just not in the muscular and stupid sort of way. This man had the appearance of someone who was best behind a clipboard.

Stripe had a flustered countenance, her hands fluttering nervously in front of herself, her eyes looking down and to the side and her face tilted away.

Her upper body was also leaning away from the other man, who had his hands on his hips with his lips flatly pressed together.

Must be an Admini. A bitchy one.

“Ah! Wrench!” Stripe said and turned to face him completely. She gave him a smile that made her far prettier than he’d thought of her previously. “This is Spook. We were talking about meals for the Hab.”

“Yes, yes,” stated the young man with a small nod of his head. He looked mildly offended and upset. There was a truly insulted air on the man that really rubbed Wrench the wrong way. The sheer entitled feeling the man was giving off infuriated him. “I was able to catch Stripe as she came out just now and we’ve been talking.

“She insisted that she couldn’t help me with it though. That she’s not in charge of the food but was just helping out.”

“That’s true. Stripe was helping me out of the kindness of her heart. She’s not the person you talk to, or at,” Wrench growled and moved to stand in front of the man. “If you want to bother someone, leave her out of it. Bother me.

“Bother me too much though and I’ll fucking kill you and dump you on the filter with the others. So watch your damn tone you fucking insignificant ant. Before I crush you with my boot.”

Wrench had put himself between Stripe and Spook. Leaning toward the taller man and glaring up at him.

Need to overload myself with nutrients and work on my height. Still need to keep working at my body.

I have the systems to modify and change myself, so why the hell not?

Next time I have time to just sit and eat food, I’ll do that.

Maybe as soon as Pretty-Face is gone.

“I-I-I-I’m sorry!” squealed the man, taking two steps back. It looked like he wanted to run away and hide. His skin growing extremely pale in a rapid fashion. “I clearly lost my head! I’m just invested in making sure everyone gets fed! That’s all!”

“Fine. Stripe is in charge of your damn meals then,” Wrench stated firmly, then turned to look at Stripe. Given her timid personality he could easily see her being taken advantage of, he’d have to be aggressive at the outset with the others. “You may sleep in a pen, or the ducts each night. You get three meals a day, you help me distribute food to your Hab. You decide what they eat, and how much they eat.

“If this bastard bothers you, tell me. I’ll break his damn arms or legs. If anyone bothers you at all, tell me. I’ll give them the same treatment. If you dont’ want to feed them, don’t. I don’t care.

“You up for that Stripe? You can say no and I’ll deal with it myself.”

“Uhm… yeah, I can do that. I’ll sleep in the ducts if you don’t mind. Just the hallway. I really do prefer sleeping alone if possible.

“Oh, uh… you can close off all the doors to make sure I don’t have access. Or… or… I-you could tie me up if that makes you feel better? I wouldn’t want you to worry or think I was doing anything with ill intent,” Stripe said quickly, her hands clenched within one another against her stomach. She met his eyes, held his gaze for a few seconds, then glanced away, looking down to the ground. She reached out and tentatively touched his wrist with three of her fingertips, then quickly brought her hand away from him.“Thank you Wrench. I’ll take you up on the offer.”

Considering Stripe hadn’t asked him for anything other than to sleep near the door, he felt quite comfortable offering her a place to lay her head and food. She’d been nothing but nice and polite to him.

“That’ll be fine, thank you Stripe,” Wrench said with a chuckle. Looking up he noticed the Schools and Solos were all quite close. Going about their own business, but hovering relatively near. “Come on. I need to do some duct work. You can get your own meal and we’ll chit-chat a bit.

“And you, Spook. Tell your Hab that I’ll talk to anyone that wants to talk shortly. I just need a few minutes to get things settled in the ducts.”

“Uh… alright, yeah. I can do that,” muttered Spook. “Uhm, do you have Adminis?”

“Nope. I don’t. Just me,” Wrench answered, moving over to the door of the ducts.

“Could I, my partner, and kids join your Hab?” asked Spook. “I promise that I’d be just as… just as-just as sincere in taking care of your Hab as I have my own.”

Wrench paused after opening the door, holding it there for Stripe.

The Solo sped past him quickly, her chin tucked down to her chest as she zipped by.

If he’s that much of a dickbag for his own Hab, wouldn’t he be that much of one for mine? There’s nothing wrong for him fighting for what he believes should be done for his own.

I’d do the same, wouldn’t I?

I can forgive it. I can embrace it, even.

Let’s make him work for us in advance and see how he does.

“You know what, Spook. I’ll consider that,” Wrench admitted with a nod of his head. “Put together everything your Hab will need at a reasonable level.

“At the same time, find the best Schools and Solos from your Hab and convince them to come talk to me. That they want to join my Hab. Make it easier for me to take everyone from your Hab that my Tongsta would want to look at later.

“Just… no men. No men allowed other than the possibility of you. Only women. My Tongsta isn’t fond of them. I’m working at curbing that as… well, a Hab needs more than one male. Simple reality.”

“I can do that! I can do that, easily. I’ll get the best out of the old Hab, for ours. Easily. My partner is a School and has great relations with the best ones,” Spook promised then hesitated. “But uh… I have a son. That’s okay, right?”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Kids don’t count,” Wrench allowed. “Goodie won’t care about that. She’s made it clear no other men though. She thinks thats what I want and I’m not about to disuade her from it either.”

“Got it, I can do that. Uhm… ah… do they have to be… willing to sleep with you?” asked Spook.

Grimacing, Wrench shook his head.

The last thing he wanted was more bartered women. It wasn’t what he wanted at all.

“No, not at all. Last thing I’d want from them, in fact. Might even be better if they don’t want to sleep with me.

“Alright, thanks. We’ll talk more later,” Wrench said and stepped into the ducts and closed the door behind him. Stripe wasn’t far off, standing with her back to the wall. She was quietly inspecting her fingernails with a sad look on her face.

She’s rather dirty at this point, isn’t she?

No extra clothes, sleeping rough, no way to clean herself.

I’ll let her use the Fixer shower in the clean room while I run some tasks. I just didn’t want to leave her out there with Spook.

“Hey, want a shower?” he asked, watching the Deme’s face.

Stripe blinked, looked up at him hopefully, and then nodded her head quickly.

“Yes. I stink terribly,” she said quickly and without any guile at all. As open and easy to read as could be. “May I? Please? I don’t have anything to trade though and… ah… I don’t have anything to trade.”

“It’s fine. Consider it part of your arrangement for helping me with the food,” Wrench said and then pointed down the hall. “Go to the clean room. Doors open.”

Wrench set off for his own tasks. He had things to do and he wanted to check the security cameras for Pretty-Face as well.