Original Sin

by Midway, Bridget

He imagined that the guards probably got off on hurting other people. Cotton, the sick fuck, probably whacked off in his room while cursing Cain's name.

  After unlocking the door, Cotton shoved Cain into the room. "Take a seat, Meat."

  Meat, another nickname Cain hated. "I would, Cotton, but these cuffs are chafing a bit." Cain looked at the good doctor. "Permission to have them removed." When the doctor paused, Cain said, "I'm not a prisoner, just misunderstood."

  Staring at him for a while, Tuumlar finally glanced at the guard and gave him one solid nod, signaling him to remove the restraints.

  Once off, Cain assumed the steel chair across the table from the woman who had been in his thoughts for the last few years. He rubbed his wrists.

  "If I'm not a prisoner, Doc, why am I cuffed?" he asked.

  She cleared her throat, then concentrated hard to stare into his eyes. Although she kept her gaze straight, she blinked so fast it looked like her eyelashes fluttered. Even her nervousness turned him on.

  "You have unexplained rages. The cuffs are a precaution until I can regulate your emotional output," Dr. Tuumlar answered.

  "Anger management?" He snickered. "I guess that's what all of the precautions are for, huh?" He glanced at the pudgy guard in his silver jumpsuit. "Must he stay in the room with us, Tuumie?" Cain asked. He watched her flinch at the sound of the nickname he knew she hated. "I have a feeling you're going to ask some personal questions this session. I would much rather respond without an audience."

  The guard stepped close to the table, laser gun in hand. "You know the fucking rules, Nute. I stay in the room. You keep the conversation clean, understood?"

  Cain sat back in his chair and stared straight ahead. He knew how to play this game better than anyone. Not even on their best day could they break him.

  Tuumlar clicked on her recorder. With a noticeable quivering in her hand, she set it on the table with a clank, then took in a deep inhalation. He wanted to tell her it was okay, that he wouldn't harm her. But the game had begun.

  After announcing the date and time, she implanted a smile and began. "Subject C-A-I-N, as you are aware you just went through an extreme heat test. How did you feel throughout the test?"

  Nothing. Cain continued to stare at her but never responded. If her work relied on him, then she and the asshole at the door needed to play ball a bit to get him to concede.

  "C-A-I-N, did you understand the question?"

  Not one muscle twitched on his body. Control. He had his body and this room under his control.

  "Answer the question, Meat!" Cotton screamed.

  "Officer Gerson, please, let me handle my patient." Tuumlar never turned to the dickhead. She kept those pretty coffee browns on him.

  Her coming to his defense sent a warm feeling through his body.

  She huffed but continued. "About when did your internal coolant kicked on?" she asked.

  Sitting like a building with his hands pressed flat on the table, his elbows at the edge, Cain said nothing.

  "Maybe you would like some time in The Hole," Cotton said and grabbed for Cain's arm.

  On reflex, Cain flexed his sizable muscle but remained planted in his chair.

  "I wouldn't do that if I were you," Cain said, threat lacing his voice.

  "Or what?" Cotton snickered. "What are you going to—"

  Before he finished his inquiry, Cain sprang from his seat, twisted the gun around so that the barrel rested under Cotton's chin, and pressed the man against the wall. Cain secured him with one hand around his neck and the other around Cotton's wrist of the hand at the trigger.

  Cain barely acknowledged Tuumlar's scream as he stared intently into Cotton's bulging eyes.

  "I wouldn't even have to touch the trigger, fuck face. All I have to do is squeeze your wrist and your hand will close around the trigger and blow off that pea-brain you lovingly call a head," Cain said. "Isn't that right, Doc?"

  "C-A-I-N, please," she said, her voice as shaky as her hands. "Just let him go and step back. No one needs to get hurt."

  Without turning to her, Cain said, "Promise me I won't go to The Hole after this, and that this piece of wasted space will sit his fat ass outside of the room, and I'll behave."

  "The Hole I can arrange. But I can't not have security in this room, especially after seeing this."

  At that declaration, and still maintaining his hands in their positions, he turned to Tuumlar. "I would never hurt you."

  The seriousness of his tone must have struck a chord. She did the flutter blink again, then took a step forward to the duo.

  "Let him go, C-A-I-N. I'll interview you alone." Tuumlar put her hand on his arm.

  This time when Cain flinched it was a good thing. Her touch was the first flesh-to-flesh contact he'd ever gotten from her. The sensation swelled his cock until it pressed against his green camouflage pants. He wanted Sonjie to notice but she kept her gaze on his.

  "Dr. Tuumlar," Cotton began under a strained voice, "you can't. He's dangerous."

  Splitting her gaze between the two, she answered, "I have to take a chance."

  Cain smiled. "No chances. Besides, it'll take you all of two seconds to get into the room if I were to do something, right? So Doc is still safe."

  Grabbing his hand down by the trigger, Tuumlar tried pulling him back. To show he could be compliant, at least under her control, he obliged and removed his hand, then released his other from Cotton's throat.

  Red marks streaked Cotton's neck. The guard doubled over and held his hand to his neck as he gasped for air. "You'll pay, freak."

  "Officer, you will not touch my patient. I gave him my word he would be unharmed." Sonjie swallowed hard and waited for Cain to take his seat. "Blindfold him."

  Cain snapped his attention to the duo. Sonjie, trying hard to appear official, kept her gaze down to the floor as she strolled back to her chair. Instead of taking her seat, she stood motionless.

  "Kinky, Doc," Cain said, then sneered. "If I get the blindfold maybe you can wear the handcuffs."

  "Shut up, Meat!" Cotton, still gasping for air, shoved the back of Cain's head.

  "So will you at least tell me what the blindfold is for if it's not for a little thrill?" Cain asked.

  Cotton snapped a gray strip of cloth next to Cain's head.

  "Since I've allowed you to be without handcuffs, I need to cut down some of your senses. You won't be as potent without your sight."

  "Doc, you could never make me impotent." Cain smirked. "At least you didn't take away my sense of touch."

  Cotton covered Cain's eyes and roughly tied the blindfold behind Cain's head. Cain refrained from wincing, although the intensity of the tightened band definitely called for some reaction.

  Tuumie must have noticed how tight the prick made the tie. She quickly said, "Don't hurt him, Officer. That's enough."

  "Fine," Cotton said next to Cain.

  Cain felt a hand on his shoulder then warm, if not putrid, breath by his face. "Get out of line once and I'll destroy you myself."

  Cain turned to the noise and smell. "You'll have to catch me first."

  "Freak," Cotton said between obvious gritted teeth.

  Cain heard footsteps moving away from him. He caught Sonjie whispering something to him before closing the door.

  Within seconds, Tuumlar returned to her seat, evident from the way her chair legs scraped across the floor. He heard her fumble with an apparatus, then set it on the table close to his hand. Cain tapped the side of the object.

  "A recorder?" he asked.

  "Yes." Tuumie cleared her throat.

  "Thank you," Cain said sincerely.

  He heard nothing. Perhaps she didn't believe that he could be honest and sincere. Or maybe he startled her and he left her speechless.

  Cain thought about her. Despite not being able to see her, he wanted to kiss her long neck and stare into her soft brown eyes. She was perfect and probably didn't realize it. One thing was apparent: she was afraid of him.

/>   "Ready to get started now?" she asked.

  "At approximately one hundred-five point three degrees my auto-coolant kicked on," Cain said. "Since that triggered, I didn't have to sweat. I could have stayed in there longer if you wanted me to. My heart rate remained steady. My vision was clear. I was reciting one of Shakespeare's sonnets in my head when you stopped the test so my mental faculties remained the same. I wasn't thirsty or hungry. I didn't have to remove waste from my bowels. I didn't need or want to urinate." He rattled off the needed info before getting down to the final frontier. "Now, let's get off of this boring stuff and you ask me what you really want to ask me."

  Cain heard her rustle and fidget in her chair. He'd made her uncomfortable again. A part of him liked keeping her off balance. Another part wanted to calm her fears. He had no desire to hurt her.

  How could he want to harm this goddess? His memory bank recalled her attire before he was blindfolded. Wearing the regulation black T-shirt, Tuumlar's rounded tits sat above her flat stomach. When she'd gotten up earlier, Cain couldn't help but notice her long legs hiding underneath her below-the-knee blue skirt. He licked his lips.

  "Okay." She cleared her throat. "Why did you masturbate?"

  "Because I need a woman," he answered flatly. "I have been cooped up in this place since I could walk and I've never slid my dick inside of a warm pussy to know what that feels like."

  "C-A-I-N, if sexual companionship is all you need then—"

  "It's not all I need," he said, cutting her off. "I want it all. I need to hear a woman when she comes. I want to touch soft skin. I need to know what she tastes like. Doc, what do your pussy juices taste like? Is it sweet or is it salty like I hear?" He licked his lips. "Not about your pussy in particular, Doc. Just about pussy in general."

  He imagined with such an inquiry that sweet, ol' Tuumie was turning every shade of red known in the solar system. She cleared her throat again.

  "You're anxious. I can hear your breathing pattern. It's increased significantly. Don't act distressed, Doc. The guard might come back in and this time I won't be so nice."

  After a gasp, she asked, "Would you hurt him?"

  "If I had to."

  "Kill him?"

  He paused. "Possibly."

  "Why?"

  "Until he grows a pair of tits, I don't want him putting his hands on me."

  "But you masturbated A-B-E-L. Why did you do that?"

  He smirked. "I knew the real questions would come out as soon as we got rid of the unsavory elements in the room. But before I answer your question, let me ask you this. Did you like what you saw?"

  She snickered. "Excuse me?"

  "You heard me. I know you were watching us. I even wrote a little note for you on the mirror. Did you like what you saw? Did you enjoy watching me stroke my cock and then do the same to Abel? See, I have this running bet with Abe. I said that you would like seeing us together, which is why I made him look into the mirror. I know you couldn't take your eyes off of us, could you? Since I have a lot of time on my hands, I read a lot. I understand that you women like reading homoerotic fiction. Are you one of those women, Doc?"

  Tuumlar's face must have been Mars red by now.

  "My reaction makes no difference in this discussion."

  "I'm betting you are one of those women. I'm thinking you're imagining the whole thing over again and it's making you wet." He took in a deep breath, filling his nostrils with the sweet smell of her sex. The scent had to have been her pussy. He'd never smelled it before but the aroma drove him crazy. "Is that you, Tummie? Is that what you smell like when you get wet? I can smell you, just like back in the test room. I could smell you through the fucking walls. You took away my sight but heightened all of my other senses."

  "C-A-I-N—"

  "And stop calling me that. Call me Cain. I'm a man. I have needs and I need a woman." Sprawling back in his rigid chair, he let his hand rub against his hard dick straining against the zipper of his pants. "And from what I can tell, Doc, I suspect you need a man."

  "My needs are irrelevant." From the direction of her voice, she remained seated. Why hasn't she bolted to her feet and stormed out of the room? Was she intrigued, or was she trying to prove something?

  "To me, they're not. Don't you ever wonder about what could be? Urlean made his own sex cyborgs. I could be yours if you wa—"

  "Dr. Urlean should have had his license removed a long time ago and incarcerated," Tuumlar said through gritted teeth. "I'm nothing like that man. I never will be."

  "Touched on a sore spot. I could keep opening up that wound and talk about your relationship with him. Did he satisfy you at all, Tuumie?"

  She answered, "That's none of your damn business."

  He'd gotten to her. It was the first time he'd ever heard her curse. He liked pressing her buttons, not to make her angry, but to get her excited. He listened intently to her rapid heartbeats.

  With that kind of reaction, Tuumie's nipples must be nice and hard by now. He imagined what she would look like. Even in her black top, Cain visualized seeing them protruding nicely through it.

  Cain heard her moving her lab coat around. Was she about to leave him? He leaned forward.

  "What are you doing? Where are you going?" He leaned forward, placing his hands flat on the table.

  "Nowhere. I got my medicine from my pocket. Something for headaches. I'm getting one now."

  "I know something that would get rid of it." Cain twitched his finger forward, tapping her recorder. "I think you'll like it."

  "Maybe it's time to get you back in handcuffs and end this interview."

  "I don't think so." Time to get this party started. And to do that, Cain needed the perfect lighting.

  Faster than a blink, he stripped off his blindfold, grabbed her recording device and tossed it into the one strip of overhead lighting, busting out the lights and cloaking them in darkness except for the bit of illumination that streamed through the window in the door.

  While Tuumlar screamed, he jumped from his chair, grabbed her hand, and pulled her with him to the door, bracing his back against it. Cotton tried his best to get inside but with Cain's body pressed against it, Cain knew the guard wouldn't be gaining access any time soon. That didn't mean Cain had a lot of time.

  "What are you doing?" Tuumlar exclaimed.

  "Helping us both."

  Even without lighting, Cain, with his arm around Tuumlar's waist, pulled her to him and kissed her on her lips. As soon as his mouth touched hers, he thought he would blow the circuit in his computer chip.

  He never thought he would feel anything as soft as her lips. She tasted like the artificial strawberries manufactured on Earth and shipped to Mars. Forgoing sweetness and delicacy, he plunged his tongue inside of her mouth, taking possession.

  Her small hands pushed him back at first, then ever so slowly her body became pliant and curved into his. She snaked her hand to the back of his head and actually held him closer to her.

  "Mayday! Mayday! Need backup to the interview room," Cotton screamed. "C-A-I-N is attacking Dr. Tuumlar."

  Cain broke from the kiss and peered out of the window.

  "You should stand away from me so you don't get hurt when they come through the door to get you," she said.

  The concern she held in her voice swelled his heart. However, he had no time to enjoy the moment. Letting her go as soon as Cotton ran down the hall for help, Cain grabbed a chair and shoved it hard under the doorknob. That would buy him some time.

  Moving his hands around in the darkened room, he found Tuumlar again, cowering in the corner. Pressing her back into it, he felt her shaking. Her breath came out in ragged pants.

  "I told you I would never hurt you," Cain said. "I mean that. I just want to make you feel good." He took her hand and pressed it against his bulge. "This is what you do to me. Every time I see you or think about you, I get so fucking hard."

  "Cain, I—" But the words caught in her throat.

  He took adva
ntage of her speechless condition to kiss her again, sliding his eager tongue into her hot mouth. His dick got harder just hearing her call him Cain instead of his acronym cyborg name. To his surprise, when he let her hand go, she continued rubbing his cock through his pants.

  He pulled back from her. "No time to love you the way I want to. But I've always wanted to taste you."

  A loud bang sounded at the door as he lifted her skirt. Feebly she tried tugging it down but eventually let him have his way. With one hard snatch, he yanked her cotton panties from her body, ripping it off. He parted her legs by kicking her feet apart. The aroma of her cunt wafted up to his nose and it raised the hairs on his arms.

  He rubbed the pads of his fingers against her slick nether lips. So what he'd read in books and magazines about how a woman reacted when sexually aroused was true.

  "Ah, so not only do the soldiers have to be shaved smooth but the doctors as well? Or did you do that for me?"

  She didn't answer, but instead attempted to push him away again.

  "Tell me what you want, Doc, and I'll do it," he growled in her ear.

  Another slam hit against the door but it didn't budge.

  "You want me inside?" Cain asked.

  Tuumlar mumbled something incoherent but from the motion of her head next to his face, he felt her nodding.

  Not wanting to give her a chance to change her mind, he opened her pussy lips, hearing the slight smacking sounds from her wetness, and slid his middle finger inside of her.

  "Ohhhh!" She raised one leg.

  To oblige her, he hooked his hand underneath it to hold it up and parted her wider while he moved his finger in and out of her hot, thick walls. With each thrust inside of her, he felt her pussy clamp around his finger. The feeling played with his heart, making the organ do flip flops in his chest.

  He imagined what his dick would feel like inside of her as the thick walls grabbed him, squeezed it, milked him of all of his cum.

  "One, two, three!" a collective scream came from the outside right before another slam hit the door.

  Neither Tuumlar nor Cain spoke as he finger fucked her, she rubbing his shaft until he felt like he was going to explode at any moment.

  "Oh, Cain!"