Original Sin

by Midway, Bridget

  Adam thought for a while, then smiled. "Tuumlar. She must have some sort of receiver to get your distress messages."

  A smile slowly spread over Eve's face. "You're probably right. If she was smart enough to come up with a way to combat her lover's robots with love then she would have figured out a way to supersede his remote."

  He stood from the bed. Scooping his arm under her legs and back, he picked her up and carried her to the door.

  "Your foot," E-V-E said and gasped.

  "Don't worry about me. The accelerator's kicking in."

  Giggling, she asked, "Where are you taking me?"

  "My room. I can't make love to you with a dead guy on the floor."

  "I love you, Adam."

  "Keep saying that all the way to my room and then some. I'll never get tired of hearing it."

  And E-V-E would never tire of Adam. If she'd known it would be this wonderful to be so human, she would have done it years ago.

  Epilogue

  One Year Later

  Adam kissed the shell of Eve's ear as she lay in bed with him, her back to his chest and his arm around her. His hand cupped her breast as he slowly entered her from behind.

  Eve's body tingled from that initial feeling each time Adam slid his cock inside of her. She reached her hand back and stroked his hair while her other hand gripped a handful of the comforter.

  "If you knew how good you feel you would let me make love to you forever," Adam growled in her ear.

  "I do want you to make love to me forever, but I don't think I'm the one who tires easily," she said and laughed.

  "Oh, is that a human joke?" He nipped at her ear, which made her laugh even more.

  His thrusts increased in speed until they were both breathing heavily. She felt his pounding heart thumping against her back.

  All women should be lucky to find a man like Adam. Thank the gods she had him and no one else could touch him.

  He smoothed his hand down the side of her body, over the valley where her waist dipped to the crest of her hips. He loved every curve.

  She coiled her foot around his leg so that they intertwined. Sweat covered their bodies until that was the only thing separating them. Holding onto her hip, Adam made a deep thrust inside of her and held it.

  "Oh, babe!"

  She felt his hot come shoot inside of her and she could no longer hold back her building tension. She let out a scream as the orgasm shook her body.

  Still inside of her, he held her. He kissed the side of her face but she wanted more. She craned her head around to kiss him fully.

  "Call for Captain B'Luven," the monotone computer voice announced. "Will you accept?"

  Adam pulled back. "What do you say, Eve?"

  "Duty calls."

  He slid out of her slowly then helped her sit up on the bed.

  "Accept the call but leave the video monitor off," Eve responded. She turned to her husband. "I don't need anyone seeing your naked body."

  He kissed her and put his hand on her protruding belly that held their baby. "Why? Aren't you proud of your man?"

  She beamed. "Of course. But for once can we keep your penis out of view from the High Commander? I'm sure she's sick of seeing it. Now me? I could look at it all day and never get bored."

  Adam cupped her full breast. "Never?"

  She put her hand on top of his. "Hold the transmission. I'll return the call later."

  "Transmission delayed. You must do a PSY-63 report for postponing this call," the computer said.

  "Fuck you," Adam and Eve said simultaneously.

  "That command does not compute."

  "Just give me the word and I'll do the command," he said and slid down on the bed to nestle his face between her legs.

  "Fuck me," she said in a whisper. "Fuck me."

  C-A-I-N and A-B-E-L

  Chapter One

  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 tabletop 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 after the war.

  The second man, although he 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's broad shoulders and long arms framed his wide back. 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. However, 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 recorder's microphone.

  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 sights 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 be
en 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 hadn't used his gift for the betterment of Earth humans rather 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. More than 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 more 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. He'd even fought off her staff attempting to retrieve him from what could have been his watery grave, again trying to prove something to either her or himself.

  To this day she still couldn't figure out his motive. She remembered how much 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 free 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 snapped his eyelids 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 brought her knees together to halt the wetness flowing into equally unappealing panties that made her feel matronly. Even in her forties, 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 panties?

  "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 clouded 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 feeling unfulfilled 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 thrilled 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 psych Sonjie 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.