C791 (Cyborgs: More Than Machines) (3 page)

But alas, the secret he searched for remained hidden. Since he needed to bide his time a while longer, why not amuse himself with the human sent in like a proverbial sacrificial lamb? Joe knew his human histories and fables well. He’d studied them after his escape in an effort to understand the enemy — and himself. He suspected the meek nurse was part of some ruse to get him to spill his guts. Did they think he’d suddenly become loquacious with the chesty female?

Idiots. Cyborgs didn’t think with their dicks like humans did. Most of the time anyway. It seemed his groin region needed a refresher memo.

Back to the situation at hand. Knowing the enemy was to best the enemy. Forget his origins. Born of a womb and parents that allowed him to be sold to the military — or so the few paltry records he recovered stated — he renounced his humanity and renounced his past, what little he remembered. He was cyborg, and he owed allegiance only to himself and others of his kind. So, despite how innocent the female appeared, no matter how she woke the nerves in his cock or made his mouth water, he would resist her obvious charms and discover her true purpose — which he doubted involved soothing his rebellious prick.

She removed a swab from her kit and stood staring at him with uncertainty, gnawing her luscious lower lip. A deep breath made her jumpsuit swell in the chest area, and she lifted her gaze finally to his face. The first direct contact of their eyes caused a strange sensation in his chest, as if his mechanically enhanced heart stuttered. A faulty reaction he’d analyze later. Right now, he had a human to disconcert.

“I don’t suppose you’d open up and let me take a sample?” she asked, her tone already resigned.

“I have a better idea. You kiss me, and I’ll give you all the saliva you want.” Joe couldn’t have said why he blurted that instead of his planned speech to frighten her. His kind never spoke spontaneously, their BCI always calculating everything before acting. However, once said, there was no taking it back, and as it turned out, he quite enjoyed the reaction to his suggestion. The curvy nurse turned a beautiful shade of pink, and, according to his visual sensors, the core temperature of her body went up a half degree. How interesting. He wasn’t sure how the knowledge helped him, but he stored it for future use.

“I am not kissing you.”

“Why not? I thought you came for a sample?”

“But not like that! I’m not s-s-stupid,” she stammered, flustered and yet she still held his gaze much to his surprise. “They told me not to get close to you. That you’re dangerous.”

His mouth curled in amusement. “I didn’t realize the rumors of my sexual exploits had travelled so far. I guess I should be flattered that you would think I could cause so much havoc with my tongue and lips. Although, for full effect, it’s not the lips on your face you should kiss me with.” He spoke crudely and was rewarded.

The blush on her cheeks deepened. “You know that’s not what I meant. I didn’t even know your kind had sex. You’re purposely twisting my words.”

“I’d rather twist other things.”

“Like my neck? I know you’ve injured others who’ve come to see you. I don’t intend to let you do that to me.”

“Oh really, little human? Because you do realize, if I choose to hurt you, there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” A threat that didn’t have his usual vehemence behind it. Not that she knew the difference.

Her breathing hitched as she stared at him, her eyes wide with fright. For an irrational nanosecond, guilt flooded his synaptic senses, and he clamped his lips tight, lest he apologize. What did he care if one little human was scared?

“But you’re tied up. You can’t move,” she retorted bravely, only to recoil when he leaned his head forward as far as he could reach.

“Think of me as a cyborg Houdini. You do recall that famous human magician, do you not? Like him, nothing can keep me captive forever. I will escape, little one, and when I do, perhaps I shall come looking for you.”

“Then I need to make sure I do my best to ensure you can’t escape.” A sharp prick startled him as her hand came forth suddenly to pierce his skin with a needle, that brief pinching contact enough to get a small sample.

He roared not in pain but annoyance that she managed to distract him enough to get what she came for. Well, half of it anyway. While the needle held a sample of his blood, the swab she’d used as a decoy never made it to his mouth. She stuffed them both back in to her kit and backed out of his cell, her wide eyes never leaving his until the door swung shut and the electricity came sizzling back to encase his prison.

“Leaving so soon?” he taunted. “What a shame? And here I thought we’d get to know each other better.”

She didn’t reply, simply turning on her heel and almost scurrying for the checkpoint, the wiggle of her rounded backside visually interesting and stimulating judging by the fact his prick kept trying to rise. He ordered it back down.

Alone again, he closed his eyes as he sank back into his thoughts and his plan for escape. However, no matter which way his mind turned, it kept coming back to a pair of green eyes. Instead of plotting his escape for the umpteenth time, he instead visualized the little nurse…naked. And not just denuded of fabric baring her pale skin, but on her knees, those wide expressive eyes of hers staring up at him as her pink tongue licked the length of his cock.

Damned if it didn’t make him hornier than the first time he visited a space bordello and tested out his dick. Weren’t he and his brothers surprised to discover they could fuck as well, actually better, than any human male?

For some reason, the military never neutered its cyborg soldiers. Some of his kind theorized that the naturally produced testosterone was the main reason, because without it, they proved less aggressive. Whatever the reason, Joe thanked the scientists who let them keep their cocks and balls. Because, freed of their bonds, the one thing the cyborgs discovered, as they took back their lives and gave themselves identities, was they liked to fuck. Even better, because they could absorb information in seconds, oftentimes downloading it straight from computers, they could quickly analyze any situation, even a sexual one, adapt their technique, and ensure victory for themselves and the female they were pleasuring.

So, cocky seeming or not, when Joe thought he could make the little nurse’s cheeks flush in desire as he pounded her soft flesh, it was more than fantasy. He knew he could make it fact, wanted to actually, with a deep-seated need he’d not felt since his quest for liberation.

The stunning realization shocked him, but not for long. If there was one thing cyborgs did well, it was adapt. In his case, he adapted his whole escape plan because it seemed his initial scheme required modification so he could bring along a passenger.

Chapter Two

You need to get him to talk and get as many samples as you can. All kinds of samples, if you get what I mean.

The orders echoed in her head as she returned to see the cyborg, her commanding officer’s implication not lost on her. She should have been disgusted. Outraged at the very least. Instead, a part of her wondered if a cyborg’s sexual needs were the same as the men she’d known in the past. Chloe was no virgin, not even close. Her many sexual conquests were a blur in her mind, not all of them pleasant. Women in her position often didn’t have a choice of saying no. She learned years ago to just let it happen. The less she fought, the less she got hurt. Sometimes. But she wouldn’t think of that now. She had other more pressing problems to dwell on, the biggest one being a six-foot-six killer.

Arriving at the checkpoint, the same fresh-faced private from before let her through, but as she reached the outside of the prisoner’s cage, she stopped dead. Hanging in his restraints, head bowed, was the cyborg. Traces of dried blood marred his skin, while red puckered wounds dotted his chest.

“What happened to you?” she gasped.

The cyborg raised his head, his tanned skin of before now waxy and pale. Through stiff lips he said, “Happened? More of your scientist’s tests, little one. This particular one, the remnants of which you see, is used to discover what I can endure without dying and how quickly I can regenerate flesh.”

Her eyes flicked up and down his torso, noting his almost healed wounds. “But I was here just yesterday. These look like you’ve been healing for weeks.”

A mocking smile curved his lips. “Isn’t science marvelous? Now if only you humans could figure out a way to harness the nanobots in my blood without becoming cyborgs yourselves.”

“Your blood can make us into machines?” Her horror came through loud and clear.

He laughed, a mirthless sound that sent a shiver up her spine. “No. The nanobots are useless without a BCI. So fear not, I am not some contagious monster out to convert all humans into cyborg.”

Speaking of blood, drops of it peppered the floor. As if sensing the direction of her thoughts he said, “I wouldn’t bother trying to collect any of that. One of the fabulous properties of my blood is it becomes inert and useless seconds after leaving my body.”

Hearing this explained how her small sample of the day before had proved useless before she got it to the lab. But annoyance did imbue her as she recalled the dressing down she’d gotten for not being more careful with her collection method.
That bastard.
Just because Dr. Drossinger ran the science department didn’t give him the right to be an asshole. Then again, it wasn’t like she could do anything about it.

“Why does your blood do that? And how?” she asked.

“Because that way our enemies can’t use it against us.” He grinned at her, a feral grimace that made her flinch. “What I can’t understand is why your human doctors keep sending people in trying to steal samples. It’s a waste of time and personnel if you ask me.”

“Well, if it’s such a waste, then why don’t you let me take what I need?” she replied, opening her kit and pulling out a syringe. She slipped it into her pocket for the moment, needing her hands free.

“Why make it easy when I can make it entertaining?”

She ignored his goading taunt to open a package of sterile wipes. Donning rubber gloves, she approached him.

“Gloves? Aren’t you just the kinky one today? I warn you though, if you insert any fingers or other objects into my out hole, I won’t be responsible for the consequences.”

His crude remark made her frown. “For a machine, you’ve got a potty mouth and a bad attitude. I would have thought your programming would make you more polite.”

Instead of getting angry, he laughed. “Oh, little one, your innocence is a treat. Manners were never a part of our programming. Tools, after all, don’t need any. What you hear now is a shadow of my former self merged with my new identity.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Your human military tried to wipe away my humanity. Tried to erase who I was. But I broke those chains of bondage and what I didn’t recover of my past life, I replaced.”

“What are you talking about? Cyborgs are made. Everyone knows you’re specially grown in the labs and emerge full-grown. You have no memories.”

“Wrong. We were once human like you with families and lives. Your military took that away from us.”

Her mouth dropped open. “You lie. The officials in charge said—”

“I don’t give a damn what your officials say,” he snarled. “We are human. Or were until the military experimented on us. For a long time we were also slaves until we threw rebelled and retook our freedom. Since our revolution, some of my kind have remembered fragments of their pasts, and what we couldn’t recall, we taught ourselves again. Television and movies are wonderful tools for learning how to act so we can blend in.”

She absorbed what he said, his words making sickening sense. It wouldn’t be the first time the military lied. She took a step closer, staring up at his face and meeting his gaze. “But you’re a cyborg. How could you hope to fit in?” she asked, casually wiping the dried blood from his skin, hoping he’d keep talking instead of focusing on her actions. He didn’t seem to mind her ministrations though, even if she found herself reacting to the proximity. She wondered if he noticed how her nipples tightened into points that pressed against her jumpsuit. Thankfully he couldn’t see how the heat he transmitted, even through her gloves, made her pussy moisten and tighten in erotic interest. She wanted to halt these insane reactions to his presence, deny them, but for whatever sick reason, the robot encased in flesh attracted her.

He laughed, a low taunting chuckle that made her freeze and peer at his face. “Ah, little one. Are you truly that naïve? Look at me. If they’d not told you I was part machine, if you’d seen me on the street, wearing clothes, going about my business, can you honestly say you would have given me a second look?”

Her first impulse was to say he possessed too much presence to ever be ignored, but at the same time, she recognized that, while his virility and size made him noticeable, would she have immediately known or sensed he was less than one hundred percent human? Hadn’t his lack of metal parts surprised her? “You might pass until you open your mouth. You have an odd way of speaking.”

A frown creased his forehead. “A flaw I am working on, I assure you. But, speech aside, even you have to admit, I look all too human.”

“So how did you get caught then if you’re such a master of human disguise?” she said sarcastically, her pert query shocking her as much as him.

His left brow arched, and a half smile curved his lips. “Metal detector.”

She frowned. “But those things go off all the time. Couldn’t you have pretended it was something in your pockets?”

“The x-ray kind aren’t so easily fooled,” he added with a sheepish grin. “Kind of hard to explain an exoskeleton reinforced with tungsten. I was unaware they’d upgraded their security since my last visit or I would have chosen a different point of entry.”

“Where exactly were you trying to go?” she asked casually. She didn’t expect an answer. After all, if her superiors didn’t deem her important enough to know, how could she expect him to answer her truthfully? But again, he surprised her.