Before they left he had pointed to various objects lying around the room and had asked what they were exactly. When they explained and then asked him to repeat what they had said, he seemed to take it in, to comprehend what they had told him but they weren’t completely sure. It was tiring for all of them. They noticed that he never smiled but maybe that was a usual human trait…they left him to it.
As they stood outside the door he said he had some business calls to make, she quickly grabbed him and whispered that she didn’t know what to do with the boy…she didn’t want to be left alone with him, there was something about this new…model…that made her feel a little funny inside. He walked away shaking his head, it seemed there was no pleasing some people.
The irony of that last statement made him chuckle.
The lunatics definitely had run of the asylum.
***
In the kitchen they could hear some strange sounds coming from upstairs.
“What do you think he is doing?” she asked.
By now he had finished his phone calls and they were both sitting at the table drinking tea. He dropped a third sugar cube into his cup and stirred the hot liquid with a spoon.
“I’m not really sure,” he replied.
“Perhaps it might be a good idea if you went and found out?”
He picked up his magazine, shook his head. “That wasn’t the agreement. You wanted one, not me. It is your responsibility, not mine.”
“Don’t be like that, we agreed together that one could be useful.”
“There is some truth to that,” he nodded. “And in time no doubt I will find something for the human to do for me but for now…after the last one…I think that you should be the one to bond. Set a basic routine and then we can move forward.”
She crossed her arms. “Are you always going to bring up what happened before?”
He raised his eyes from the article which he wasn’t reading. She caught his glance. “Okay, leave it to me.”
“I wasn’t going to do anything else.”
***
“Do you mind if I come in,” she said as she pushed the door open, not waiting for a reply. Gabriel, was lying on the bed, still naked. The pile of clothes lay on the floor in a heap. He had a book open on his chest. He didn’t acknowledge her. She pulled up a chair and sat down.
“How are you adjusting?” she asked. He didn’t answer for a little while so she went to add: you know, to your new surroundings? But he suddenly started to speak. “Why am I here?”
“That is a good question,” she replied clasping her hands before her. So tight that her knuckles went white. “My…husband…and I – we are unable to have children of our own.”
“Of course you can’t. We all know your kind can’t reproduce. But that’s old news, tell me something interesting.” He frowned. “But I’m not a child, I’m not a baby – so why me? Surely with all the money and wealth you have, why couldn’t you just go direct and buy a baby…I know plenty of people who would be willing…”
“Yes, we do have money, but it can’t buy everything.”
“I see.” The way he said it sounded like he didn’t believe a word she said – not that she was bothered by what he thought. She stared at Gabriel’s face but then between his legs. He was caressing himself – his eyes were closed, his tongue extended. She wondered, she wondered….
“You’re looking at me very oddly,” he stated, staring at her suddenly. He threw the book to the floor. His penis was erect, jutting up proud between his legs. He was grinning. “Is there something you would like to ask me?”
She didn’t speak but then again she didn’t look away.
Gabriel reached out and touched her.
“I’ve never fucked a robot before…how exactly would we do it?”
***
He was still flicking through his magazine when she came back into the kitchen. He looked up. “You’re a little flushed. Why have you got your coat on? Don’t tell me you’re going outside at this hour?”
She was lost within her own thoughts. Finally she spoke: “I’m going for a walk. I won’t be long.”
“Did you speak to…Gabriel?”
She was mute when she nodded but she added: “Everything is fine. Everything will work out. We understand each other now.”
“That quickly?”
“Yes. We reached an agreement. He understands our point of view. I’m sure he will join us later. He was exhausted and needed some sleep.”
“Whatever you say, I will be waiting for you when you get back.”
She rubbed her stomach and turned away.
***
He ran his fingers along the creased folds of his magazine. “Did you like the name we gave you? It’s just you and me now so you can be honest. It’s not too late to change it, I won’t be mad, I promise.”
Gabriel stared at him, blinked several times and totally ignored the question by asking one of his own. “Why am I here, I mean really?”
“I’m not…”
The human stood up, stretched his limbs, cracked his knees and ankles; ran a hand through his matted hair. “Stop playing games. I want to know why you brought me into your home. What service can I possibly provide?”
“Sit down will you?”
Gabriel didn’t do as he was asked – he paced backwards and forwards. He pointed to the door which led out into the back garden. “I could make a run for it. Right now. Right out there. I could go, over the fence, across the fields…I’d never come back, you’d never find me. I am clever.”
“I’m sure you are,” he nodded. “But I don’t think you will do it.”
“Quite sure of yourself aren’t you?”
“I am superior to you. I know full well what is out there my friend, out there in the wilderness – do you? You’re grinning at me as if you know everything, but you don’t know anything…if you did then you and your kind wouldn’t be…obsolete.” He got up went to the door opened it. “Go on…it’s not nice out there. I wouldn’t give you five minutes.”
Gabriel didn’t move. “You don’t like me do you?”
“Like has nothing to do with this. Perhaps I have realised that all this has been a mistake. One massive mistake.”
The human tried hard but he couldn’t completely hide the panic in his voice. “Why? Why do you say that? You can’t send me back, not now…please I don’t want…”
“Perhaps I don’t want something like you running around my home. Perhaps I’d rather you were in that cage locked up in a zoo with the other animals…”
Gabriel pulled up a chair. “You have a very strange way of speaking.”
He shrugged. “Well, it’s the way I speak, we speak, nothing more, nothing less. It’s the way of things.” Eventually he closed the door and joined Gabriel at the table. “So you are staying then.”
“I guess I am.”
“My wife will be pleased.”
Gabriel licked his lips. “I’m going to be honest with you. I fucked your woman. You probably guessed that. So do I fuck you or do you want to fuck me?” He removed his t-shirt and pulled down the front of his sweat-pants.
He wasn’t wearing any underwear.
***
The party was in full swing. And what a fun time everyone seemed to be having. Guests were milling about the house. It had been three or so months since the human had arrived and he had been tasked with serving everyone drinks and nibbles. All night he had handled himself well and they were both pleased. Of course, if Gabriel knew what was in store for him at the end of the party, perhaps he wouldn’t have been so enthusiastic. Everyone else knew what was on the cards and one or two had almost let the surprise slip but they’d done okay actually and the secret was pretty well kept hush hush.
When the clock struck twelve and he dimmed the lights and stopped the music he beckoned Gabriel over. They had been clever and had asked him to clear away the last of the glasses and plates a littl
e while ago and for him then to join them in the dining room. The boy did as he had been told. He didn’t suspect anything. These past months he had been servicing them both and allowed them to do what they wanted to him…he knew he had pleased them.
“Come here Gabriel,” he motioned with his finger.
The boy crossed the floor, stood near to them both. “What can I do for you?”
“We are going to play a little game.”
“Okay…” Gabriel nodded as he replied.
She pulled out a chair, offered it to the human.
“What do you want me to do?” the human asked looking around at everyone. “Would you like me to fuck everyone? I don’t know if I’ve got enough juice to go round but I can give it a good shot if that’s what you want?”
One of the other guests burst into laughter but then quickly shut up as she stared at them. She then rubbed the back of her husband’s neck. “No Gabriel, you won’t be fucking anyone right now, maybe later…but let me assure you you have nothing to be frightened about.”
“Cool, cool,” Gabriel whispered. “But if it’s okay with you, I’ll keep my options open.”
For several moments there was nothing but silence.
***
It had been planned to the upmost precision. They’d discussed and agreed the way forward. It was now or never – a shame perhaps but the perfect way to end a night like this.
“Lay your hand down on the table.” She showed him what to do. “That’s right. Now stretch your fingers, open them as wide as possible.”
Again, the human did as he had been requested. He could feel everyone in the room staring at him. He had no idea what their game was, but he ensured that they could all see that he was aroused and that his erection was about to break free from his trousers. He scratched his forehead with his free hand, he doubted now that it was actually sex they wanted…a couple of moments ago he had been so cock-sure (his pun was intended) but now…
…Gabriel went to say something but fell silent. He hadn’t seen it coming, he hadn’t at all but there had been a flash in the corner of his eye and then an object, an extremely heavy object smashed into his hand. It took several moments for the pain to register but eventually it did.
The boy screamed.
Of course he did.
And instinctively he went to pull his hand away but it was stuck right there – he looked down and when he finally understood, he screamed again.
Two things had happened: Gabriel had felt the first yes – his hand had been smashed with a hammer. Several bones were broken and at least one finger but it wasn’t just a hammer that had been used – they had followed that up with a knife – that had broken through the skin, the muscle, the bone and stuck into the wood of the table underneath,
“Let me see, let me see,” someone said and there was a minor scuffle as they jostled for a closer position.
Naturally Gabriel didn’t understand what all the excitement was about but when the knife was yanked from both his hand and the table and then when the blood began to spurt and his own tears fell, he finally got the picture.
“Yes, yes, there it is…there it is…” she murmured. Her husband was almost beside himself, his eyes wide with lust.
One of the others began to clap.
“I want to taste it,” one voice shouted.
“Why not?” she replied.
Gabriel knew he must have gone into shock – he looked about him, totally bemused by the events but also completely overwhelmed by the pain, the agony – he tried so hard to keep a straight face, there was no way he was going to give into these bastards. He squirmed slightly as one of them dipped their finger into the widening hole in his hand, they wriggled it about for several moments and then pulled it out – ever so fucking slowly; they put it in their mouth and rolled it around their tongue.
“What is it like?” she enquired.
“I can taste salt…iron…the ocean…the fire in his loins,” was the reply.
“I wasn’t expecting that,” she stated. Her face had flushed. The knife was dropped on the floor. “And Gabriel,” he asked. “How do you feel?”
The boy had to be careful, he held back what he really wanted to say, it was obvious his very existence was under threat but was that really what they wanted? They really wanted him dead? Gabriel chuckled to himself – as he looked up at his so-called Master and Mistress. Pretentious cunts. Who the fuck did they think they were? Sure, they looked like humans, they walked and talked like humans, but humans they certainly weren’t.
“I’m going to be sick,” he leant forward.
“Don’t! Please!” She was beside herself. “We only had the carpet cleaned last week, it cost so much more than we expected.”
Gabriel nodded. “I understand, sure I do, but it hurts, it hurts so much. Why did you do that to me? I never meant any harm, I never did anything to you.”
“You just don’t get it do you?” the Master whispered. “The fact that you live and breathe…that is enough…what is left of you and your kind…you offend us…”
Gabriel wanted to fire back some facetious comment that he knew his Master was lying because it wasn’t that long ago he had had the boy’s cock sliding in and out of those silicon lips.
“Anyway,” his Master continued. “We needed to see if it was true.”
“True? What are you talking about?” There was a sharp pain in Gabriel’s head, it was confusing him.
“Blood,” his Mistress mouthed. “None of us had ever seen blood before. Not even at school. Yes, we had read about it but none of us have ever seen it in the flesh so to speak.”
“And this was the only way you could prove it? The only way you could prove I was flesh and blood, skin and bone…that I was a real human?”
The Master put a cold object to the back of Gabriel’s skull. “No, but we think this will.”
***
Gabriel was shot twice. When they were certain he was dead, his corpse was laid down on the table. Everybody removed their clothes, piling them up by the door. The Master headed into the kitchen then returned a couple of moments later with one of their drawers – the one which housed all the knives and other sharp cooking utensils. He allowed everyone to take something - there was more than enough to go round.
He held onto her hand, gave it a gentle squeeze.
“You may go first.”
***
The dissection was over quickly. And once they had finished they laid their weapons down on the floor and began to feast on the boy. Like rabid animals they tore into his skin, his flesh, his muscles and bones and internal organs – the very essence of what made him human was ripped from the sockets. His genitals though they were left for the Master and Mistress to enjoy later.
There was a minor argument because the Master had put two bullets into Gabriel’s skull. One or two of then complained (only slightly of naturally because they all knew how honoured they were to be part of all this – it truly was once in a lifetime’s opportunity) about the damage that had been done to the brain but yes, it was only a minor and once they had cut away the offending areas they all chowed down with broad smiles upon their faces.
So as those hours passed, they ate, they drank, they made merry.
At three, four o’clock in the morning they wiped the smeared viscera from their faces, redressed themselves, said their goodbyes and then climbed into their cars and were driven to their respective homes. Such a good time had been had by all.
When they were alone, the Master held Gabriel’s penis between his fingers. “So what do you suggest we do with this?”
She smiled. “I’ve got one or two ideas.”
***
“You know, I’m not really feeling great,” Carole groaned the following afternoon. She was the one who had drunk Gabriel’s blood first.
“Why, what’s the matter?” Frank helped her lie down on the sofa. “Shall we do a full diagnostic test?”
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“My stom…..” was all she got out before she vomited. And vomited and vomited.
When she finally finished, Frank sifted through the contents of what she had brought up. “Now this is interesting,” he stated.
She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Why? What have you found?”
He leant down, picked something up. “Look at this.” He was holding something.
Carole had to blink several times because she could have sworn, whatever it was, was wriggling but no doubt that was just her imagination. He stood up, crossed the room and stood by the window so he could get a better look.
“Frank? What is it?” Carole panicked. Her eyes hadn’t deceived her – the damned thing was moving.
“It’s a worm of some kind,” he said.
“A worm?”
“That’s what I said.”
She looked down at the puddle on the floor which, if they weren’t careful, would soon seep into the floorboards – there was a definite stain already. Such a bugger to remove. There were a few more of them there, wriggling amongst the chunks of carrot and sweetcorn…small red / brown creatures, they looked oily, greasy, slippery with ridges on their backs, a horn or something similar at the front (if it indeed was the front). Each of them left a trail too…slimy, stinky…Carole turned her head away in disgust.
“I’m going to throw up again,” she whimpered.
Before he could answer, she shut up. Her hand covered her mouth, her face twisted into weird contortions. “They’re still inside me,” Carole whimpered between her fingers.
He turned. “I suspect that they are. I think I should call the doctor, it’s probably best that we get you checked out properly.”
Carole pulled at her clothes. “I’m scared Frank. Get them out, get them out of me now.” Tears streamed down her cheeks.
“Yes,” he replied, remaining calm. “Let me call the doctor.”
“Frank, please, swear to me, whatever happens, don’t let me go, don’t let me go.”
He smiled though never said anything in return – he just turned and stared out of the window.
***
Arrangements were made quickly and Carole was disposed of. The house was redecorated and all evidence that she ever existed, erased. Her name was never mentioned again. Frank, mainly because of his position in society was privileged enough to be able to order a new model to call his wife. She was fresh off the line and was given the name Natalia. She spoke with an accent. As she was new she was allowed to roam his extensive grounds while he worked. It didn’t take her long to catch up.
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