Chapter Three

The stark white walls and linoleum floors of Cyborg Sector were quiet. The slight hubbub of scientists at work had died down as the humans slowly trickled out into the real world. If anyone had been listening, the only sound they would hear in the barracks was the click of a lone keyboard in the next room. The cyborgs’ hearing was good enough to detect it, except they were all in sleep mode.

All of them except for one. AD-214’s interface activated briefly, then turned off again. The distant clicking ceased, followed by the boom of the door to the barracks as it swung open and shut again, echoing in the large space. The scientist who came into the room walked swiftly and silently to the end of the row, her feet clad in old sneakers that didn’t make a sound against the hard floor. She furrowed her brow at the small monitor outside of AD-214’s clear cell.

“You shouldn’t be waking up right now,” she murmured as she noted the information on the screen. “But I could have sworn the system gave me an alert.” She scanned the other cyborgs in the vicinity, shrugged, and turned to leave.

AD-214’s interface clicked on again as the scientist turned her back. Though he could only see the side of her face, his recognition software scanned and identified her, scrolling information across his retina. AMANDA CONRAD, AGE 23, EMPLOYEE OF CYBORG SECTOR. His system initiated a more detailed search, and these results displayed instantaneously: BLUE SQUADRON; POSITION: MEDICAL OFFICER.

Amanda didn’t notice that AD-214’s eyes were open or that the readout on his monitor was off the charts. She wasn’t anywhere near the control room. She didn’t see that the red light — the same one that had initially called her into the barracks — was blinking rapidly once again.

AD-214’s eyes closed and his interface shut down. The blinking red light turned off. Amanda left the barracks, hung her lab coat in her cubicle, and rode the elevator down to her compact car in the parking garage. Cyborg Sector fell silent once again.

An hour later, Jenny and Dr. Feldman stepped off the elevator and into the office. “You are a very bad girl, did you know that?” he asked as he pushed her up against a cubicle wall.

She giggled as she felt his hardness pressing against her. “You have no idea just how bad I can be, Dr. Feldman,”

“Call me Alex,” he murmured as he leaned down to nuzzle her neck, nipping at the delicate skin near her collarbone.

“Okay then, Alex, just how much badness do you think you can take tonight?”

His laugh sounded like a deep rumble as he moved down to pull at the buttons of her little top with his teeth. The top one came off with a pop, and goose bumps prickled along her skin as the cool air conditioning touched her cleavage. He felt himself harden even more at the prospect, and he plunged his tongue between her breasts. “Are you saying there are even more options than what we did before?”

Jenny tipped her head back, exulting in the good doctor’s work. She smiled as she thought about their tryst on Tuesday night. She knew what his excuses were whenever any of the girls around the office wanted to date him: he didn’t want to fraternize outside of the office. Her solution was simple. She asked him to stay in the building. His desk had never been used so well. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

Alex ripped the remainder of her buttons off with his hands and tossed the shredded shirt to the floor. Her breasts were ripe and round in her push-up bra, just begging him to claim them with his mouth. “Yeah? You wanna fuck on the elevator?” He wrapped his arms around her waist and bit into her soft flesh as he imagined the fun of plowing into her as the elevator plunged toward the basement.

“I think we should save that for next time,” Jenny replied as she ran her hands through his pale hair.

Alex moaned at the mention of a next time. He knew he could have any of the women in this building that he wanted, but Jenny was by far the most willing. He couldn’t imagine that any of the other scientists would be up for this although he would be happy to give them a chance. That little blonde girl would make a nice threesome with Jenny if she would ever loosen up a bit. She had beautiful tits. What was her name? Amanda?

Jenny slipped her hand down between Alex’s legs, rubbing against his bulge. “I want to do something horrible. Something so dirty that I’m not sure you’re up for it.”

“Really?” He pulled back so that he could raise an eyebrow. “Do tell.”

“Let’s fuck in the barracks.”

She hadn’t been wrong. It was enough to give him pause. Sex in that room, where there were hundreds of men watching them? Although they were asleep, and they probably didn’t know what sex was any longer.

“Won’t it be great?” she asked. “It’s like we’ll be doing it in front of an audience, right out in public, except no one will see us. What do you say?”

Alex looked at her for a moment, unsure. There were no cameras anywhere in the building, at least.

Jenny wrapped a leg around Alex’s waist and pulled him against her with the strength of her inner thigh. “Are you in?”

“God, yes.” He scooped her up underneath her ass, not willing to break contact with her curves, and carried her across the office to the massive door. The automated locks picked up the ID card in his pocket and clicked open. He had only to turn around and shove his backside against the door to access the barracks.

“Where do you want to go?” Alex asked.

“Right up there.” Jenny directed him to the front of the room, where every single enhanced soldier could see them if their eyes were open. “Right on the floor.”

Alex sank onto the tile. It didn’t matter that it was hard and uncomfortable; his crotch was too. It was time to do something about that. He didn’t bother undoing the button and the zipper on her pants, but merely yanked them off and threw them aside instead. Jenny’s silky purple thong matched her sexy bra. He looped his finger through her panties and pulled them aside to flick his tongue over her pussy. It was already wet with arousal, and he couldn’t contain himself any longer.

He pulled out his cock and plunged into her. She was hot and soft, and he closed his eyes in pleasure. She moaned underneath him, and he drove hard, shoving in his dick all the way to its base.

“Do you like taking all of it?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.

“God, yes,” Jenny cried as she wrapped her legs around him. “Push that fucking cock into me.”

Alex pounded against her. He could hear her ass slapping on the hard floor, but she didn’t complain. Alex needed this and deserved it. This facility wouldn’t even be here if it wasn’t for him, and if Dr. Alex Feldman wanted to fuck a random woman in front of a room full of cyborgs, then Goddammit, he could. His seed poured out as he collapsed on top of her.

“You didn’t even let me give you a blow job,” Jenny complained from underneath him.

Alex pushed himself up on his arms to see if she was joking. Her luscious pink lips were pouting at him. “I’m sure we can find an opportunity to do that,” he replied. He would gladly spend another late night at the office to have that mouth wrapped around his cock.

“I’m good at it, too,” she boasted. “I’ll suck your brains out right through your dick.”

Alex instantly regretted coming so fast, but Jenny was getting up and putting her pants back on. They wandered through the rows of cyborgs to the doors.

“If they could see us, do you think any of them would know what we were doing? I know we’ve taken out all of their emotions, but sex isn’t an emotion for a guy. It’s just instinct.” She eyeballed the camouflaged crotches with interest.

“I doubt it,” Alex said. He wasn’t sure if he was right. After all, it wasn’t testable. He mostly didn’t want her to think about it too much. Jenny was wild enough already. He wouldn’t be surprised if he caught her trying to have sex with one of them, and he wanted her all to himself.

The two scientists had been so caught up in their rutting that they weren’t thinking about work. If only one of them had been near a desk computer or in the main control room, they would have seen the blinking red light. Even though they had glanced at some of the soldiers on their way out, they hadn’t examined the one all the way at the end of the second row.

His eyes were open and tracked their progress.