Cyborg Heat: A Science Fiction Cyborg Romance (Burning Metal Book 1)

by Lisa Lace

  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.

  Chapter Four

  Amanda leaned against the wall of the elevator as she rode it up to her apartment. It had been a long day, but the strain of her work never seemed to catch up to her until she was home. The elevator stopped and opened its doors, letting her out on her floor. She pulled out her keys as she headed for the door.

  When she had rented this apartment after college, she’d had big plans. Large sliding glass doors overlooked the city, and she had immediately begun making notes for how she wanted to decorate her first living space. It would be the perfect place to bring a few friends over for a dinner party and drinks, but there would also be a nice reading nook where she could curl up with a good book.

  On a celebratory high after both graduating and being hired into Cyborg Sector, Amanda had picked out paint swatches, circled all the furniture she wanted in a catalog from the local outlet store, and had even asked her mother to go shopping with her. It wasn’t a big place, but it was hers. She loved the fact that it had two bedrooms because that meant she had plenty of room for exercise equipment.

  Moving her workout stuff into the spare bedroom and unpacking her boxes of clothes and books was as far as she had ever gotten. She quickly became so absorbed in her work that she was working longer hours than the job required. She wanted to find answers. Amanda soon forgot her college friends that she had been so excited to invite over. She simply didn’t have time to mess around with social matter
s. The walls remained stark white with only a few cheap bookshelves to break up the monotony. She hadn’t purchased any new furniture although she accepted a few castoffs from an aunt who moved out of the city.

  Amanda plopped down onto her old, saggy sofa with a sigh. How could she have been so stupid as to ask out Dr. Feldman? A co-worker wasn’t the worst option for him, but he was still way out of her league. Amanda had embarrassed and alienated herself in front of the person she admired most. It would be impossible to face him the next day, and she could only hope that he hadn’t shared her mistake with anyone else at Cyborg Sector.

  A large black binder sat on the old coffee table, and Amanda reached out to flip it open. She had begun collecting clippings of everything related to Cyborg Sector as soon as word started spreading to the public. Some of the articles were from actual newspapers, but the majority of them came from the Internet. Amanda used to spend hours looking up any information she could find on the project and the man behind it. It had inspired her to go into this field of work in the first place, and she kept the binder to remind herself of her goals as a scientist.

  Her parents encouraged her, taking her to any conventions or competitions in the tri-state area that were remotely related to her interests. Turning to the next page of the binder, Amanda found the blue ribbon she won in a robot-building contest in junior high. Students came from all the local schools. Amanda had been the youngest competitor there, and the only girl, but she had never let her gender or age intimidate her. If anything, it made her work harder to prove she could do it.

  “Fuck it,” she muttered to herself as she slapped the binder shut. “Why am I letting something this stupid bother me? I don’t need that jerk’s approval, and I certainly don’t need him to like me.” She stomped down the hall to the spare room.

  Originally, she was going to paint and decorate the space, but she had turned it into an exercise room. Her interest in interior design had waned quickly, leaving the room looking like nothing more than a bedroom with a treadmill and a weight bench instead of a bed, but she hadn’t lost interest in training her body. She loved the loose, rubbery feeling in her muscles after a good workout. Amanda’s interest in exercise went hand-in-hand with an interest in robotics. Learning how the body functioned was one of the things that made her a good engineer. Working in Cyborg Sector meant that she got to study robotics as well as the human body.

  Amanda increased the stereo’s volume and began warming up. She stretched and bent, preparing her body for what was to come. She pounded her feet on the treadmill, pumped her muscles on the weight bench, and wrapped it all up with some yoga to cool down. The full-length mirror on the back of the bedroom door showed her all of her hard work was paying off. Her arms were slim and well defined, her stomach tight and flat, and her ass was firm. Only her breasts refused to cooperate with the rest of her body, overwhelming her small frame with their mass.

  After she had turned on the shower, Amanda stripped off her sweaty clothes and stepped into the hot stream of water. Exercising always made her a little horny, and she luxuriated in the curves of her body under the soapy lather. She ran her hands over her round breasts, appreciating their fullness much more here than she did in the mirror. Her thumbs rubbed gently over her nipples, arousing them to pink buds.

  Unable to resist, Amanda squeezed the rest of the lather out of her loofah onto her hand before slipping it between her legs. She ran her hands against the insides of her upper thighs, teasing herself. Her sighs echoed against the shower walls as her hand rubbed back and forth, knowing the places everything felt the best.

  Amanda bit her lip as she fantasized about Dr. Feldman walking into her bathroom and seeing her in all of her glory, soap dripping from every curve as she pleasured herself. He would want to join her, but she would make him wait and watch until she came. That would put him in his place. Only then would she let him in, looking at the water flowing down over his hard body and cascading over his cock. He would slip it inside her, pushing her against the wall of the shower with his efforts as he buried his face in her wet breasts.

  Amanda slipped a finger inside herself. It was a ridiculous fantasy, but it was fun. She rubbed a hand against her clit, moving faster and faster as she headed toward a climax. Her walls pulsed around her finger as she came. The neighbors could probably hear her moaning, but she didn’t care. They would have to get used to it.

  Throwing a towel around her body, Amanda headed back into the living room to watch a little television before going to sleep and starting everything all over again tomorrow. She wouldn’t let her small mishap with Dr. Feldman worry her. He could take his opinion and shove it up his ass. She was a good scientist, a good worker, and a good person. If he decided he wanted her, he was going to have to work for it.

  That night, Amanda tossed and turned in bed. She had gone to sleep in a good mood, feeling satisfied both physically and sexually. But her nightmares were haunted by images of a cyborg uprising. A revolt had never happened before, but deep inside of her she knew the possibility was real.

  They came in her dreams. Flashing images of angry cyborgs cutting down the innocent humans around them as they escaped from the Cyborg Sector building. She watched, completely unable to move, as the soulless creatures stepped out of their cells and marched in formation toward the town.

  Chapter Five

  Amanda pushed up her glasses and ran a hand over her face. She held the bottle of cold water she had brought from home over her forehead. Her eyes were still puffy from the night before, an after-effect of staying up too late. It meant that anyone who knew her would automatically think she had been crying. Anyone who didn’t know her would think she was sick or had been stung by a bee.

  The elevator loudly chimed when it reached her floor, pounding its notes into her head. Why did they have to make the thing so loud? She felt like she was hung over, but a single shot of whiskey before bed couldn’t affect her this much. She was exhausted and emotionally wrung out.

  Amanda passed Jenny’s cubicle, noticing that she hadn’t arrived at work yet. Her computer monitor was still off and her lab coat was hanging on its hook. That was odd. Amanda was running a little later than usual, so Jenny definitely should be here already. At least she wasn’t around to harass Amanda about not going to the party last night.

  With a sigh, Amanda fell into her desk chair and turned on the computer. Scientists and researchers were still flittering in around her, most of them converging around the water cooler or the coffee station. The beginning of the day was never intense around Cyborg Sector. It was an unwritten rule that nobody bothered each other about work for the first hour. Glancing over her shoulder, Amanda noted that Dr. Feldman wasn’t in yet, either. She couldn’t be sure if he planned on being here today or not. He made his own rules.

  Taking a sip of water and turning back to her monitor, Amanda nearly spat the contents of her mouth all over the screen. The alert light was going off for AD-214 again. Checking the logs revealed it had gone off multiple times throughout the night. Pulling on her lab coat, Amanda rushed through the barracks door and headed straight for the far end of the second row. She was far more awake than she had felt just a moment ago.

  Her heart pounded in her chest as she passed the other cyborgs, not seeing them as she made her way to her destination. As a scientist, she knew she wasn’t supposed to get emotionally attached to her work. Everything was supposed to be fact, logic, and reason. There was no room for mushy sentimentality. Besides, these soldiers weren’t technically humans, and they didn’t have distinct personalities anymore.

  But AD-214 was different. He had been one of the first cyborgs she worked on, and she had made significant improvements to both his operating system and the biomechanics in his hand and leg. He was her pet project, and the amount of alerts in the system meant that something was wrong.

  Amanda stopped in front of his cell. The readout on his monitor was extremely active, and his eyes were open. They followed her movem
ents as she turned off the alarm and checked his vital signs. It wasn’t unusual for a cyborg to watch a human working with them. In fact, this kind of activity was encouraged. The current theory was that it helped build their artificial intelligence system. But the fact that she hadn’t given the command for him to wake up unnerved her. He should be asleep until someone activated him.

  With no other options, Amanda released the lock on the bulletproof glass cage and swung the door open. She looked directly into AD-214’s blue eyes. “Follow me.”

  Amanda didn’t have to turn around to know that the cyborg had stepped out of his cell and was obeying orders. He was following her to the lab, a place they had been together many times before. She could do many things from the computer at her desk, but nothing beat hands-on testing in the lab.

  She shut the door behind them, grateful that they had the facility to themselves for the moment. If the other scientists found out that there was something unusual going on with this particular cyborg, they would ridicule her or want to help. She couldn’t imagine a positive result from either outcome.

  Following the standard protocol when working with the cyborgs, Amanda turned and addressed him directly. “Good morning, AD-214.”

  “Good morning, sir,” he replied, his back ramrod straight and his artificial hand touching his eyebrow in salute. All of the cyborgs were programmed to call everyone sir, regardless of their gender. His voice was distinctly human, deep and powerful.

  “We’re going to run through some basic tests this morning, soldier. Are you ready?” It had taken Amanda a little while to get used to commanding the soldiers like this. It felt odd to boss around these big, muscular men with serious faces, but after four years working in Cyborg Sector, it was finally second nature.