Mercenary Abduction (Alien Abduction) (24 page)

With a loud click, the door to the cage swung open. Steeling herself to stand straight, and not

cower like she longed to, Chloe stepped into the cage with the machine and prayed she’d get out alive —

with all her body parts intact.

*

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.”

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