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"Sodom and Gomorrah"
Vivian paced a two foot-by-two foot space in the hallway-long cell. It was the only area in the cell where
none of the caged cyborgs had sex. She glanced up and found sexual activity all over the place.
If the cyborgs couldn't convince the guards to fuck them, then they fucked each other. Directly beside
her was a group of three: two men and one woman. The female cyborg was on her hands and knees.
One male cyborg had his cock in her mouth while the other male knelt behind her and fucked her
doggie style.

Vivian's heart raced, and not because she enjoyed the scene. In the short time she had been in this
modified prison, every time one of the cyborgs had anal sex, something strange would occur. Either the
recipient of the anal action would go on a sexual free-for-all, wanting and needing to have sex with
everyone in the cage with it, or the opposite would happen. The other cyborgs satisfied anally would
become hostile, wanting to fight with anyone and everyone. One time a female cyborg grabbed Vivian
and almost punched her before another male cyborg subdued the machine.

"Guards, you have to stop them! " Vivian pointed to the scene to the guards that strolled by her.

Some didn't acknowledge her as usual. The others stopped and took in the action like it was some
sort of play put on for their amusement.

Vivian turned away, hoping to find someone who would listen to her. She knew that the one scientist
who had passed her earlier had heard her when she screamed for help. There was no way he could
have not. Vivian didn't need to be here. She shouldn't have been sent here. Just in the wrong place at
the wrong time.

Staring across the hall to the other cell, she found two male cyborgs having sex. One male cyborg
braced his hands on the bars while the other one slid his long cock in and out of the other's asshole.
Even from across the hall, she heard the smacking sounds, and it turned her stomach.

Since the guards did nothing, it was then that Vivian realized that they wanted the cyborgs to kill each
other to force their own extinction. If anything happened to her, it would be murder, not retirement or
whatever else the scientists had called it.

When she heard the exam room door open, Vivian wasted no time in letting her captors know that they
had the wrong person.

"Please, help me!" She stretched her hands through the bars as the one dark-skinned officer, who had
approached her on more than one occasion for sex, pulled an older model cyborg down the hallway.
Vivian knew where that cyborg was going. If the Federation wanted them saved, they were taken down
another hall for reprogramming.

Those who had failed the test came right back down the main hallway to the killing room. That's what
they all named it because they knew what they did in that room. The scientists and officers all called it
the immobilization room. They could pretty up the name if they wanted to, if it helped them sleep at
night. Vivian knew better.

Another officer came to their cell and opened the door. "Mary 01TBS997Z." He scanned the room.

Vivian glanced at the trio still having sex. She noticed the female cyborg trying to look at the officer.
She was probably Mary but right now, Vivian had to be her. She needed a way out and this had to be it.

"Yes, sir. I'm ready." Vivian padded to the officer.

Without question, he pulled her from cell and yanked her down the hall to the room with the quiet
scientist. Vivian thought of him as the quiet scientist because every time he walked down the hall, he
didn't say much. He always kept his head down, barely even talking to his colleagues.

The one time the man did lift his face, Vivian found something so compassionate in his cold blue eyes.
She just hoped that compassion translated to other areas, mainly in dealing with her and her plight.

"Next cyborg, Doc." The officer shoved Vivian in the room and directed her to sit in a chair across from
the stoic doctor.

The man glanced down at a small device in his hands then back up at her. "Wrong cyborg." He shook
his head.

"How can you tell, Dr. Wiit? You can't see shit behind that mess of hair she has in her face," the officer
snickered behind Vivian.

After being captured, Vivian allowed her thick, long curly hair to cover her face. At times, the protective
veil let her shut out what was happening around her.

Vivian sat down when her heart pounded out of control. "I'm the one you should see right now."

Ignoring her, the doctor continued talking to the guard. "See. This is what she should look like." He
flipped the device around and showed a picture of the cyborg that was busy with two other male
cyborgs. "She's not as tall as this one and the real Mary is pale, not as dark as this one."

"Please don't turn me away. I need to talk to you. I need help." She extended her hands across the
table to touch him, but he pulled back.

"Sorry, Dr. Wiit. She spoke up when I asked for the other cyborg."

The guard grabbed her arm again, rougher this time, as though punishing her for the lie. "I'll take her
back and get the other one. I'm sure that'll be a quick interview anyway. The real Mary was fucking her
brains out."

"They usually are." Dr. Wiit shook his head and set down his device.

"Wait, please don't send me back there. I need help. I'm not one of them. You have to believe me."
Vivian held onto the table as the officer tried pulling her away.

After staring at her for a while, Dr. Wiit shrugged. "One interview is as good as the next." He glanced
at the officer. "Leave her."

The guard let her go and stood by the doorway.

Vivian, although relieved to be interviewed, had a new fear wash over her. If she didn't say the right
things, give the right answers that this Dr. Wiit wanted to hear, she would be making that long trip down
the wrong hall.

"What's your name?" Dr. Wiit began without even looking at her. "My name is Vivian Yarbeck. My
family and I live on the outskirts of—"

The doctor held up his hand. "Wait. Let's start this again." He picked up his device. "What's your
name?"

"Vivian Yarbeck." She slowed her speech in case her motor-mouth rant had confused the doctor when
she answered before.

He glanced at her, then started punching keys. "You should have a cyborg name. Usually something
with numbers and letters in your surname."

"That's what I've been trying to tell you and anyone else who will listen to me." She lowered her voiced
so that only he could hear her. "I'm not a cyborg."


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