Chapter 3

Joe, a name he gave himself when he achieved his freedom, couldn't help analyzing the female who dared enter his prison. Shorter than himself, much shorter at five foot six according to his visual calculation, she trembled with fear. But at least she proved an attractive distraction compared to the moronic males they sent before.

He kept his gaze trained on her as she gnawed on a full lower lip. Her green eyes dilated wide, fear evident in their depths. It seemed his reputation preceded him. She dropped her vision to his chest and kept it there. For some reason, he swelled under her regard, and not just in the upper torso area. His cock showed interest too. His neural net sent a command to stand down. To his surprise, his dick seemed determined to mutiny. What is it about this human female that calls to my baser instincts?

Full figured, fuller than most human females leaned toward, she was the polar opposite of him with her pale, unblemished skin, her dark hair and complete lack of muscle tone. Not that her physical health mattered. As he and his reborn cyborg brothers had discovered, there was only one muscle human females needed, a pussy, and no matter a female's general shape, it was always a delight to exercise it. However, he doubted she'd come for a workout. A shame.

Judging by the kit clenched in her hand, she intended to take some samples. He'd hoped the human military and scientists were done with their stupid tests. He could have told them they wasted their time. Nothing they could do to torture him would ever force him to betray the location of the cyborg hideaway. No drug they could devise would ever fool the neural interfaces that regulated his body down to the last cell.

Joe would die before he'd give one inch to the bastards who created, then tried to destroy, him.

As the newest nurse placed her testing kit on the floor with shaking hands, well away from his shackled feet, he wondered at their newest tactic. In the past two weeks, they'd only sent the burliest of orderlies, humans a bare step above animals, who thought themselves so brave taunting the chained machine. How the cruel jokes stopped abruptly when he got loose and wrapped his hand around their easily breakable necks or bit off body parts when they leaned in a little too close. Satisfying as those little victories were, he longed for his freedom, a freedom that lingered just around the corner if he could only find what he came for, the secret of their creation.

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.