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| Site contents Copyright © 2005-2015 Bridget Midway All Rights Reserved |
C-A-I-N and A-B-E-L
Chapter 1
Dr. Sonjie Tuumlar stared at the two nude men who paced behind the two-way mirror. Such advancements in
technology and yet the secretive reflective glass to observe specimens worked the best. Watching experiment
subjects on a monitor always took something away from getting the true data, from getting too close to the
subjects.
Placing her hands on a table in front of the darkened mirror, she leaned forward to watch the distinctly different
men. The cold steel table top sent a shiver up her arms and down her spine that caused her to twitch slightly
after contact.
One of the men had dark hair, almost as dark as her own jet black locks, shorn close to his scalp, as military
regulations would dictate. His skin color matched the reddish-brown clay dirt that covered Mars. His black,
thick eyebrows framed his wild dark eyes as best it could but containing the strength in his gaze proved to be
an impossible feat.
The way the man stared at the mirror, Sonjie felt like he was staring at her right through the glass. Impossible.
She hadn’t given him that type of enhancement yet. That surgery would happen some time down the road,
probably sometime after the war.
The second man, although had a similar dark skin tone, had a lighter coloring to him, almost a cross between a
morning sunrise with its light sandy hue and an evening sunset that contained rust and orange rays. His light
brown eyes deserved attention. And although he didn’t stare into the mirror like the first, he kept his gaze
zipping around the room, constantly taking in his surroundings.
Aside from having similar facial features like a strong, pointed nose, full lips and a distinctive jaw line, both men
had muscular bodies.
The first one had a wide back that was framed perfectly by his broad shoulders and long arms. Both had
rippling abdomens that came as a result of an intense exercise regimen the Federation Army conducted.
The second one’s back had just enough muscles to still be impressive. His large hands looked like they could
crush a leg of a Cerillion robot if he could get close enough. The only difference between his legs and the
darker one’s legs was that his weren’t as thick with corded muscles. Years of running over different terrains
made the first one’s legs like solid columns.
Impressive.
Dr. Tuumlar had to rub the back of her neck and avert her gaze to keep from fantasizing about the man’s
nearly perfect body. She wouldn’t know if he was truly perfect until she could touch him. But touching patients
in the way she imagined went beyond unethical.
She cleared her tightening throat. Before starting the experiment, Sonjie retrieved her prescription stick from
her pocket. The slight throbbing in her head, especially around her temples and directly in the center of her
forehead signaled the onslaught of an intense migraine. She would be useless for the rest of the day if she
allowed it take control of her.
Pressing the silver stick against her neck, she clicked once and felt a slight sting as the medicine pumped into
her system. Although this new prescription didn’t completely stop the intense headache, it had at least staved
the pain off long enough for her to have a productive day.
Waiting for the medicine to take affect, Sonjie closed her eyes and took a deep breath, hoping the wave of
relief would hit her quickly. As soon as the subtle throbbing in her head stopped, she opened her eyes and
focused on her test subjects again.
Clicking on a control panel button on the wall next to her head, she said, “Okay, do the heat test.”
“Yes, Dr. Tuumlar,” a voice from the control booth responded.
Even through the thick glass, Sonjie heard a slight buzzing sound of forced hot air being pumped into the small
room equipped with two cots, two chairs, a table with a deck of cards sitting on top and searing overhead
lighting.
She grabbed her pocket recorder and punched in some data on the small screen.
“Ninety-four degrees. No sign of sweat or irritation,” she said into the audio recording function of her recorder.
The first man brought his gaze down to the tiled floor then glanced up and around the room like he was
searching for something. When his gaze settled on his intended target, he smiled showing off an impressive
set of straight white teeth, unusual for any human since drinking water on Mars hadn’t been purified within the
last fifty years, and it was no better on Earth.
Maybe him not being completely human had something to do with his condition. Then again both men were the
products of Dr. Lars Urlean’s creation. Inexplicably Lars had chosen to ensure his teeth remained pristine
although the rest of his body had become decrepit.
However, it wasn’t his look that drew Sonjie to him in the first place. She’d been attracted to his mind and his
forward-thinking ideas. The man was a genius. Too bad he couldn’t use his gift for the betterment of Earth
humans than for himself.
Returning her attention back to the test subject, Sonjie, wanting to know what had caught his attention, gazed
up at what had struck him so funny.
An air duct. Most likely he’d figured out that they were pumping in hot air.
“First subject has discovered the air duct. Doesn’t seem phased by the forced air. Second subject seems
unaffected as well.” She gazed up at the wall thermometer gauging the temperature inside of the room.
“Temperature now up to one hundred-five degrees and rising.”
Her gaze returned to the room. The temperature wasn’t the only thing rising. To her surprise, the first one’s
penis, notable even in its flaccid state, now became engorged. His long, thick shaft swelled and made a steady
pilgrimage upward only making it high enough to be evident.
Due to Federation rules and ease in doing multiple surgeries on the men, he had no pubic hair surrounding his
erection, which made it look even more impressive.
Clicking on her recorder, Sonjie said, “First test subject has become sexually aroused during this exercise.
Afterward I will have to interview him to figure out what he was thinking during this experiment. If heat causes
this type of reaction then sending him to combat missions that contain extreme heat will become an issue.”
With his gaze still directed at the mirror, he wrapped his hand around his meaty shaft. Curiosity plagued Sonjie
as her hand reached over for the room’s audio button that would allow her to hear the two men while her stare
remained on him. As soon as she clicked the button, sounds of his guttural moans filled her darkened
observation room.
The man stroked himself with one long, smooth pass back and forth while the other looked on, staring at him in
amazement, curiosity or arousal. Sonjie wasn’t sure which was more apt of his response. Even she couldn’t
stop staring at his performance.
That’s what it had to have been: a performance for her benefit. Wouldn’t be the first time.
Once when she’d given them tests to see how long they could stay submerged underwater, he’d stayed down
over two days, damaging the lining of his lungs deprived of oxygen for so long. She remembered all of the
accelerator they had to use for him to get him back up to speed. Had it not been for his physical conditioning,
he would have been dead a long time ago.
No, not dead. He wasn’t exactly human. He would have been obsolete, decommissioned, destroyed.
His fisted hand increased in speed. Stumbling forward, he slammed his hand against the wall by the mirror to
brace himself as he continued to masturbate.
“Uhhhh! Ohhhh!” he moaned.
His closed eyes hid his increasing need. Then he popped them open, making Sonjie jump since she,
unbeknownst to her, had moved her face forward to the glass as soon as he came closer to the mirror. Her
heated breath fogged the barrier as she watched him. His stare bored through her.
She thought touching the table chilled her. His intense stare not only frightened her, it excited her, so much so
that her nipples tightened against her unflattering, military-issue bra. She crossed her legs to halt the wetness
flowing into her equally unappealing panties that made her feel matronly. Even in her late thirties, she was far
from being an old maid.
Through the mirror, she watched his body tremble. His bottom lip quivered. And the taut muscles in his arm
that braced against the wall shook.
She fully understood his feeling. Even without touching herself, Sonjie’s knees knocked against each other. If
she could, she wanted to join the men in the room, get a closer look, a better look.
She brought her recorder up to her lips. Before uttering a word, she licked them then swallowed again down
her moon-dry throat.
The habits of men were a mystery to her. The time she’d spent with the late Dr. Lars Urlean she wanted to
keep as a distant memory.
How could she have let that man touch her the way he did then convince her that having sex in front of their
creation, in front of E-V-E, Emergency Violator Equalizer, would be beneficial to her? Even though E-V-E found
happiness with Adam, thanks in part to Sonjie, Sonjie couldn’t forget the fact that Lars had used her. Hearing
about his death didn’t bother her one bit. Let him rot in hell.
She recorded her scientific findings. “The first male subject, even with his impromptu masturbation session,
has not broken out in a sweat yet.” She glanced at the thermometer. “Even at one hundred-forty degrees.
Unbelievable. If I can figure out the glitch in his need to become sexually aroused during extreme
temperatures, then I can--”
“Sonjie!” he growled.
She turned off the recorder. Her mouth hung open. To her knowledge, even throughout all of his interview
sessions, he’d never called her by her name. It was always ‘Doc’, ‘Tuumlar’ or the one she really despised,
‘Tuumie’. But never ever her first name.
Hearing him say it right before he climaxed, rushed a current from her aching vagina. Her clitoris throbbed
along with her pounding heart. Crossing her arms over her chest, she allowed her thumb to brush against her
pebbled nipple.
Sweat covered her forehead as she watched the display. Maybe she needed a break. Or maybe her reaction
wasn’t due to this man at all. Maybe the medicine increased her heart rate and caused her to sweat. So how
could she explain her doused vagina?
“Sonjie,” he said again, this time with a wicked smile.
Could he see her or was he just toying with her?
From the ceiling-to-floor mirror, it was easy to see the eruption of semen from the thick head of his penis,
spilling onto the floor around his bare feet and splattering against the glass.
With his ejaculation came Sonjie’s own relief. She let out a long breath and tried settling her electrified nerves.
He slumped his head down, rested his forehead against the mirror. His back and shoulders rose and fell with
his deep panting.
He breathed so hard that the mirror frosted in front of his face. Bringing his hand up to the glass he wrote in
the frosted glass ‘Enjoy?’
Him more than the other enhanced man could always get to her. She didn’t know what it was but he seemed to
enjoy jangling her nerves. That was the reason for security to stand by whenever she had to interview him.
On more than one occasion the larger of the two men had more violent outbursts and aggressive tendencies
than the other. He could be fine for one moment then snap the next. His intense nature remained focused as
though he knew how to control his rages. If only Sonjie knew that secret, she could help him harness it for
battle against enemies than against those trying to help him. Other mysteries surrounding the men had her
curious, worried, scared.
Bringing the recorder back up to her mouth, she finished her observation. “First subject has masturbated to
climax at a max temperature of over one hundred-forty degrees. Temperature now is at one hundred-sixty.
From their body temperature gauges, looks like their titanium skeletal system has clicked over to auto-cooling
mode. Body temperature has regulated itself to a normal ninety-eight point six degrees. I’ll get the outside
temperature to reach one-seventy before halting the experiment.”
She turned off the recorder. What she saw in the room made her mouth drop. Guess unsatisfied with his sole
satisfaction, the first test subject had to make sure he shared the wealth of pleasure he had just experienced.
He stormed over to the other man and without warning grabbed that man’s penis.
Like his body, the second man’s cock was long and lean. The intimate handling excited Sonjie more than
seeing him bring himself to orgasm. However the gesture didn’t seem homosexual in tone.
Something about seeing these two strong, good-looking men touching each other excited her as though the
men were handling her, caressing her, using their massive hands to bring her to an orgasm.
The first man stared at the second then turned to the mirror without uttering a word. He did it over and over
until the second man finally took notice of the mirror and kept his gaze there while the first stroked him.
His fist pulsed at the tip so that the second man’s body jerked each time he did it. In an unspoken gesture, the
first one wanted the second man to look into the mirror, perhaps to psyche Sonjie out into thinking he could
actually see her just like the first one had done when he’d jerked off. Psychological maneuvers were a part of
their training. They were supposed to be experts at mind games.
Mind games. That’s all that was.
“Rats confined to a space over a period of time do the same thing,” Dr. Zerlandt, her colleague, said from
behind her.
She jumped not realizing she hadn’t been the only one to enjoy this show. Feeling guilty for touching herself
earlier, Sonjie made sure to drop her hands by her sides and hoped to the gods that in the dark observation
room that Dr. Zerlandt couldn’t see her distended nipples.
Before this second subject could utter her name, she turned off the audio and brought her attention to Dr.
Zerlandt.
Scratching his fingers into his salt-and-pepper colored beard, he stepped into the room with a casual gait.
Sonjie couldn’t see his silver eyes behind his glasses and in the shadowy room. But she remembered them.
Although a few years younger than Lars, Zerlandt did manage to keep himself in good physical condition as
though he would be sent out to fight on the battle lines at any moment, too.
“Rats will eventually adopt homosexual tendencies when confined with other male rats over a period of time.
Why should these guys be any different? Just because they’re brothers?” He snickered.
“Point one, Doctor, I’m well aware of the reactions of sexually-functioning beings like rats when in a confined
space. But these men aren’t rats.”
“You’re right. They’re mutts we saved from the streets on Earth. They’re like prisoners. They’re only set free
when there’s a war to be fought.”
“They’re not like prisoners. I give them their space whenever they have requested it.”
He laughed at her statement.
She continued. “Point two, although these two subjects have grown up together in this test environment, first
under Dr. Urlean and now under me, they are not blood brothers.”
She returned her gaze to the duo just as the second man’s body convulsed and he shot a stream of milky
semen over the first one’s arm, hand and stomach. Again, she let out a long breath like releasing her own pent-
up sexual energy. If only it were that easy.
“Brothers or not, you need to let these guys go and report to their squadron unit. The High Commander is
breathing down my neck to know when they’ll be ready for combat.”
It was Sonjie’s turn to laugh. “She’s breathing down your neck? Last I checked you’re not associated with this
project. You only hear what’s going on with it when you listen in on the transmissions I get from her on a weekly
basis. I’m the one whose neck is on the line. I’m the one who has to make sure these men--”
“Cyborgs,” he said, cutting her off.
She ignored him. “--are equipped and ready for combat. They’ve gone through the tests very well.” The word
tests reminded her of the one going on now that Zerlandt interrupted. She slammed her hand on the intercom
button and said, “Stop the heat test. Give the room about twenty minutes to cool down before you all take the
subjects back to the changing room.”
“Yes, Dr. Tuumlar.”
“Subjects. That’s not what you call them. Knowing you, Sonjie, you’ve named these guys just like you did with
that first cyborg, E-V-E.”
Sonjie brought her gaze down to her recorder. Keeping her attention away from his prying eyes, she punched
in statistical information on each men. She then linked her hand-held device into the main computer to get
more data on their bodies’ reactions.
“The only name I’ve given them is Combat Artillery Invasion Neutralizer.”
“Which one is that one?” he asked.
“The larger one with dark hair and darker skin. He’s the one used in the ground forces. The other I call Aerial
Battle Executive Leader. I want to make him the point man for any air attacks. From what I’ve seen of both,
they’re more than ready to assume those roles.”
Knowing Zerlandt would ask why Sonjie kept the men there if they were ready to fight, she cut him off.
“But I need more time to perfect them both and there are some other experimentation I would like to do.”
“Whatever, Sonjie. It’s just Earth’s dime you’re spending each minute those fighting machines aren’t out
working for us.” Zerlandt turned to the door but stopped in the doorway before walking out. A huge grin
covered his face as he turned back to her. “C-A-I-N and A-B-E-L. You named them Cain and Abel?”
She didn’t think he would have figured it out this quickly. “It worked so well with E-V-E that I thought I would
keep it up for these men. I like those names better than Cyborg One and Cyborg Two. Most of them are still
human. They have a brain, a heart, lungs--”
“And a burning need to fuck.”
Sonjie blinked at Zerlandt’s candor. She would have thought working with the man side-by-side for over five
years would have gotten her used to his crude remarks. Didn’t help that she’d turned him down repeatedly for
dates and other intimate activities first by using the excuse that she and Lars had had a relationship then telling
him that she’d desired no man after Lars’ death by the hands of their own creation.
Both stories weren’t exactly true. Although she and Lars had been having sex, they weren’t an exclusive
couple, especially on Lars’ end. He bedded just about any woman who moved. Then when he tired of real
human women he created his own sexbots that he openly admitted to having them service him sexually. His
overwhelming need for sex from other people and other creations was part of the reason Sonjie ran to Mars for
shelter and distance.
And she hadn’t really desired many of the scientists she’d encountered since resuming her work on Mars. Her
colleagues were either linked to another woman after an Earth commitment ceremony, or they were all like
Zerlandt, just looking for a good time at any cost.
None of that interested her. Sonjie wanted a faithful man, one faithful man who would love her, appreciate her
work and her dedication…and an intense orgasm now and then wouldn’t be bad either.
“Learn to let go, Sonjie. Your heart is going to kill you.” Zerlandt pointed to the duo behind the mirror. “That’s
work. Don’t name them. Don’t befriend them. Don’t trust them. Just wind them up and let them go like the
machines that they are.”
When he stepped out of the door to leave he ran into the woman Sonjie had been thinking about for a long time.
“E-V-E!” Sonjie said.
Dr. Zerlandt said, “Speak of the devil and she arrives.”
~ ~ ~
Copyright © 2006 by Bridget Midway. All rights reserved.
Dr. Sonjie Tuumlar stared at the two nude men who paced behind the two-way mirror. Such advancements in
technology and yet the secretive reflective glass to observe specimens worked the best. Watching experiment
subjects on a monitor always took something away from getting the true data, from getting too close to the
subjects.
Placing her hands on a table in front of the darkened mirror, she leaned forward to watch the distinctly different
men. The cold steel table top sent a shiver up her arms and down her spine that caused her to twitch slightly
after contact.
One of the men had dark hair, almost as dark as her own jet black locks, shorn close to his scalp, as military
regulations would dictate. His skin color matched the reddish-brown clay dirt that covered Mars. His black,
thick eyebrows framed his wild dark eyes as best it could but containing the strength in his gaze proved to be
an impossible feat.
The way the man stared at the mirror, Sonjie felt like he was staring at her right through the glass. Impossible.
She hadn’t given him that type of enhancement yet. That surgery would happen some time down the road,
probably sometime after the war.
The second man, although had a similar dark skin tone, had a lighter coloring to him, almost a cross between a
morning sunrise with its light sandy hue and an evening sunset that contained rust and orange rays. His light
brown eyes deserved attention. And although he didn’t stare into the mirror like the first, he kept his gaze
zipping around the room, constantly taking in his surroundings.
Aside from having similar facial features like a strong, pointed nose, full lips and a distinctive jaw line, both men
had muscular bodies.
The first one had a wide back that was framed perfectly by his broad shoulders and long arms. Both had
rippling abdomens that came as a result of an intense exercise regimen the Federation Army conducted.
The second one’s back had just enough muscles to still be impressive. His large hands looked like they could
crush a leg of a Cerillion robot if he could get close enough. The only difference between his legs and the
darker one’s legs was that his weren’t as thick with corded muscles. Years of running over different terrains
made the first one’s legs like solid columns.
Impressive.
Dr. Tuumlar had to rub the back of her neck and avert her gaze to keep from fantasizing about the man’s
nearly perfect body. She wouldn’t know if he was truly perfect until she could touch him. But touching patients
in the way she imagined went beyond unethical.
She cleared her tightening throat. Before starting the experiment, Sonjie retrieved her prescription stick from
her pocket. The slight throbbing in her head, especially around her temples and directly in the center of her
forehead signaled the onslaught of an intense migraine. She would be useless for the rest of the day if she
allowed it take control of her.
Pressing the silver stick against her neck, she clicked once and felt a slight sting as the medicine pumped into
her system. Although this new prescription didn’t completely stop the intense headache, it had at least staved
the pain off long enough for her to have a productive day.
Waiting for the medicine to take affect, Sonjie closed her eyes and took a deep breath, hoping the wave of
relief would hit her quickly. As soon as the subtle throbbing in her head stopped, she opened her eyes and
focused on her test subjects again.
Clicking on a control panel button on the wall next to her head, she said, “Okay, do the heat test.”
“Yes, Dr. Tuumlar,” a voice from the control booth responded.
Even through the thick glass, Sonjie heard a slight buzzing sound of forced hot air being pumped into the small
room equipped with two cots, two chairs, a table with a deck of cards sitting on top and searing overhead
lighting.
She grabbed her pocket recorder and punched in some data on the small screen.
“Ninety-four degrees. No sign of sweat or irritation,” she said into the audio recording function of her recorder.
The first man brought his gaze down to the tiled floor then glanced up and around the room like he was
searching for something. When his gaze settled on his intended target, he smiled showing off an impressive
set of straight white teeth, unusual for any human since drinking water on Mars hadn’t been purified within the
last fifty years, and it was no better on Earth.
Maybe him not being completely human had something to do with his condition. Then again both men were the
products of Dr. Lars Urlean’s creation. Inexplicably Lars had chosen to ensure his teeth remained pristine
although the rest of his body had become decrepit.
However, it wasn’t his look that drew Sonjie to him in the first place. She’d been attracted to his mind and his
forward-thinking ideas. The man was a genius. Too bad he couldn’t use his gift for the betterment of Earth
humans than for himself.
Returning her attention back to the test subject, Sonjie, wanting to know what had caught his attention, gazed
up at what had struck him so funny.
An air duct. Most likely he’d figured out that they were pumping in hot air.
“First subject has discovered the air duct. Doesn’t seem phased by the forced air. Second subject seems
unaffected as well.” She gazed up at the wall thermometer gauging the temperature inside of the room.
“Temperature now up to one hundred-five degrees and rising.”
Her gaze returned to the room. The temperature wasn’t the only thing rising. To her surprise, the first one’s
penis, notable even in its flaccid state, now became engorged. His long, thick shaft swelled and made a steady
pilgrimage upward only making it high enough to be evident.
Due to Federation rules and ease in doing multiple surgeries on the men, he had no pubic hair surrounding his
erection, which made it look even more impressive.
Clicking on her recorder, Sonjie said, “First test subject has become sexually aroused during this exercise.
Afterward I will have to interview him to figure out what he was thinking during this experiment. If heat causes
this type of reaction then sending him to combat missions that contain extreme heat will become an issue.”
With his gaze still directed at the mirror, he wrapped his hand around his meaty shaft. Curiosity plagued Sonjie
as her hand reached over for the room’s audio button that would allow her to hear the two men while her stare
remained on him. As soon as she clicked the button, sounds of his guttural moans filled her darkened
observation room.
The man stroked himself with one long, smooth pass back and forth while the other looked on, staring at him in
amazement, curiosity or arousal. Sonjie wasn’t sure which was more apt of his response. Even she couldn’t
stop staring at his performance.
That’s what it had to have been: a performance for her benefit. Wouldn’t be the first time.
Once when she’d given them tests to see how long they could stay submerged underwater, he’d stayed down
over two days, damaging the lining of his lungs deprived of oxygen for so long. She remembered all of the
accelerator they had to use for him to get him back up to speed. Had it not been for his physical conditioning,
he would have been dead a long time ago.
No, not dead. He wasn’t exactly human. He would have been obsolete, decommissioned, destroyed.
His fisted hand increased in speed. Stumbling forward, he slammed his hand against the wall by the mirror to
brace himself as he continued to masturbate.
“Uhhhh! Ohhhh!” he moaned.
His closed eyes hid his increasing need. Then he popped them open, making Sonjie jump since she,
unbeknownst to her, had moved her face forward to the glass as soon as he came closer to the mirror. Her
heated breath fogged the barrier as she watched him. His stare bored through her.
She thought touching the table chilled her. His intense stare not only frightened her, it excited her, so much so
that her nipples tightened against her unflattering, military-issue bra. She crossed her legs to halt the wetness
flowing into her equally unappealing panties that made her feel matronly. Even in her late thirties, she was far
from being an old maid.
Through the mirror, she watched his body tremble. His bottom lip quivered. And the taut muscles in his arm
that braced against the wall shook.
She fully understood his feeling. Even without touching herself, Sonjie’s knees knocked against each other. If
she could, she wanted to join the men in the room, get a closer look, a better look.
She brought her recorder up to her lips. Before uttering a word, she licked them then swallowed again down
her moon-dry throat.
The habits of men were a mystery to her. The time she’d spent with the late Dr. Lars Urlean she wanted to
keep as a distant memory.
How could she have let that man touch her the way he did then convince her that having sex in front of their
creation, in front of E-V-E, Emergency Violator Equalizer, would be beneficial to her? Even though E-V-E found
happiness with Adam, thanks in part to Sonjie, Sonjie couldn’t forget the fact that Lars had used her. Hearing
about his death didn’t bother her one bit. Let him rot in hell.
She recorded her scientific findings. “The first male subject, even with his impromptu masturbation session,
has not broken out in a sweat yet.” She glanced at the thermometer. “Even at one hundred-forty degrees.
Unbelievable. If I can figure out the glitch in his need to become sexually aroused during extreme
temperatures, then I can--”
“Sonjie!” he growled.
She turned off the recorder. Her mouth hung open. To her knowledge, even throughout all of his interview
sessions, he’d never called her by her name. It was always ‘Doc’, ‘Tuumlar’ or the one she really despised,
‘Tuumie’. But never ever her first name.
Hearing him say it right before he climaxed, rushed a current from her aching vagina. Her clitoris throbbed
along with her pounding heart. Crossing her arms over her chest, she allowed her thumb to brush against her
pebbled nipple.
Sweat covered her forehead as she watched the display. Maybe she needed a break. Or maybe her reaction
wasn’t due to this man at all. Maybe the medicine increased her heart rate and caused her to sweat. So how
could she explain her doused vagina?
“Sonjie,” he said again, this time with a wicked smile.
Could he see her or was he just toying with her?
From the ceiling-to-floor mirror, it was easy to see the eruption of semen from the thick head of his penis,
spilling onto the floor around his bare feet and splattering against the glass.
With his ejaculation came Sonjie’s own relief. She let out a long breath and tried settling her electrified nerves.
He slumped his head down, rested his forehead against the mirror. His back and shoulders rose and fell with
his deep panting.
He breathed so hard that the mirror frosted in front of his face. Bringing his hand up to the glass he wrote in
the frosted glass ‘Enjoy?’
Him more than the other enhanced man could always get to her. She didn’t know what it was but he seemed to
enjoy jangling her nerves. That was the reason for security to stand by whenever she had to interview him.
On more than one occasion the larger of the two men had more violent outbursts and aggressive tendencies
than the other. He could be fine for one moment then snap the next. His intense nature remained focused as
though he knew how to control his rages. If only Sonjie knew that secret, she could help him harness it for
battle against enemies than against those trying to help him. Other mysteries surrounding the men had her
curious, worried, scared.
Bringing the recorder back up to her mouth, she finished her observation. “First subject has masturbated to
climax at a max temperature of over one hundred-forty degrees. Temperature now is at one hundred-sixty.
From their body temperature gauges, looks like their titanium skeletal system has clicked over to auto-cooling
mode. Body temperature has regulated itself to a normal ninety-eight point six degrees. I’ll get the outside
temperature to reach one-seventy before halting the experiment.”
She turned off the recorder. What she saw in the room made her mouth drop. Guess unsatisfied with his sole
satisfaction, the first test subject had to make sure he shared the wealth of pleasure he had just experienced.
He stormed over to the other man and without warning grabbed that man’s penis.
Like his body, the second man’s cock was long and lean. The intimate handling excited Sonjie more than
seeing him bring himself to orgasm. However the gesture didn’t seem homosexual in tone.
Something about seeing these two strong, good-looking men touching each other excited her as though the
men were handling her, caressing her, using their massive hands to bring her to an orgasm.
The first man stared at the second then turned to the mirror without uttering a word. He did it over and over
until the second man finally took notice of the mirror and kept his gaze there while the first stroked him.
His fist pulsed at the tip so that the second man’s body jerked each time he did it. In an unspoken gesture, the
first one wanted the second man to look into the mirror, perhaps to psyche Sonjie out into thinking he could
actually see her just like the first one had done when he’d jerked off. Psychological maneuvers were a part of
their training. They were supposed to be experts at mind games.
Mind games. That’s all that was.
“Rats confined to a space over a period of time do the same thing,” Dr. Zerlandt, her colleague, said from
behind her.
She jumped not realizing she hadn’t been the only one to enjoy this show. Feeling guilty for touching herself
earlier, Sonjie made sure to drop her hands by her sides and hoped to the gods that in the dark observation
room that Dr. Zerlandt couldn’t see her distended nipples.
Before this second subject could utter her name, she turned off the audio and brought her attention to Dr.
Zerlandt.
Scratching his fingers into his salt-and-pepper colored beard, he stepped into the room with a casual gait.
Sonjie couldn’t see his silver eyes behind his glasses and in the shadowy room. But she remembered them.
Although a few years younger than Lars, Zerlandt did manage to keep himself in good physical condition as
though he would be sent out to fight on the battle lines at any moment, too.
“Rats will eventually adopt homosexual tendencies when confined with other male rats over a period of time.
Why should these guys be any different? Just because they’re brothers?” He snickered.
“Point one, Doctor, I’m well aware of the reactions of sexually-functioning beings like rats when in a confined
space. But these men aren’t rats.”
“You’re right. They’re mutts we saved from the streets on Earth. They’re like prisoners. They’re only set free
when there’s a war to be fought.”
“They’re not like prisoners. I give them their space whenever they have requested it.”
He laughed at her statement.
She continued. “Point two, although these two subjects have grown up together in this test environment, first
under Dr. Urlean and now under me, they are not blood brothers.”
She returned her gaze to the duo just as the second man’s body convulsed and he shot a stream of milky
semen over the first one’s arm, hand and stomach. Again, she let out a long breath like releasing her own pent-
up sexual energy. If only it were that easy.
“Brothers or not, you need to let these guys go and report to their squadron unit. The High Commander is
breathing down my neck to know when they’ll be ready for combat.”
It was Sonjie’s turn to laugh. “She’s breathing down your neck? Last I checked you’re not associated with this
project. You only hear what’s going on with it when you listen in on the transmissions I get from her on a weekly
basis. I’m the one whose neck is on the line. I’m the one who has to make sure these men--”
“Cyborgs,” he said, cutting her off.
She ignored him. “--are equipped and ready for combat. They’ve gone through the tests very well.” The word
tests reminded her of the one going on now that Zerlandt interrupted. She slammed her hand on the intercom
button and said, “Stop the heat test. Give the room about twenty minutes to cool down before you all take the
subjects back to the changing room.”
“Yes, Dr. Tuumlar.”
“Subjects. That’s not what you call them. Knowing you, Sonjie, you’ve named these guys just like you did with
that first cyborg, E-V-E.”
Sonjie brought her gaze down to her recorder. Keeping her attention away from his prying eyes, she punched
in statistical information on each men. She then linked her hand-held device into the main computer to get
more data on their bodies’ reactions.
“The only name I’ve given them is Combat Artillery Invasion Neutralizer.”
“Which one is that one?” he asked.
“The larger one with dark hair and darker skin. He’s the one used in the ground forces. The other I call Aerial
Battle Executive Leader. I want to make him the point man for any air attacks. From what I’ve seen of both,
they’re more than ready to assume those roles.”
Knowing Zerlandt would ask why Sonjie kept the men there if they were ready to fight, she cut him off.
“But I need more time to perfect them both and there are some other experimentation I would like to do.”
“Whatever, Sonjie. It’s just Earth’s dime you’re spending each minute those fighting machines aren’t out
working for us.” Zerlandt turned to the door but stopped in the doorway before walking out. A huge grin
covered his face as he turned back to her. “C-A-I-N and A-B-E-L. You named them Cain and Abel?”
She didn’t think he would have figured it out this quickly. “It worked so well with E-V-E that I thought I would
keep it up for these men. I like those names better than Cyborg One and Cyborg Two. Most of them are still
human. They have a brain, a heart, lungs--”
“And a burning need to fuck.”
Sonjie blinked at Zerlandt’s candor. She would have thought working with the man side-by-side for over five
years would have gotten her used to his crude remarks. Didn’t help that she’d turned him down repeatedly for
dates and other intimate activities first by using the excuse that she and Lars had had a relationship then telling
him that she’d desired no man after Lars’ death by the hands of their own creation.
Both stories weren’t exactly true. Although she and Lars had been having sex, they weren’t an exclusive
couple, especially on Lars’ end. He bedded just about any woman who moved. Then when he tired of real
human women he created his own sexbots that he openly admitted to having them service him sexually. His
overwhelming need for sex from other people and other creations was part of the reason Sonjie ran to Mars for
shelter and distance.
And she hadn’t really desired many of the scientists she’d encountered since resuming her work on Mars. Her
colleagues were either linked to another woman after an Earth commitment ceremony, or they were all like
Zerlandt, just looking for a good time at any cost.
None of that interested her. Sonjie wanted a faithful man, one faithful man who would love her, appreciate her
work and her dedication…and an intense orgasm now and then wouldn’t be bad either.
“Learn to let go, Sonjie. Your heart is going to kill you.” Zerlandt pointed to the duo behind the mirror. “That’s
work. Don’t name them. Don’t befriend them. Don’t trust them. Just wind them up and let them go like the
machines that they are.”
When he stepped out of the door to leave he ran into the woman Sonjie had been thinking about for a long time.
“E-V-E!” Sonjie said.
Dr. Zerlandt said, “Speak of the devil and she arrives.”
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