HAREMS AND SLAVES
SciFi BDSM/Bondage Bondage/BDSM Fetishes
Setting:
Future/Different World
Published
4 / 2011
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SYNOPSIS
In a strange future society where a handful of men hold unimaginable wealth and power, a new class of beings have been created. These are the gybots: synthetic girls who can be created to order and physically altered at their owners’ whims; submissive creatures of limitless desire, who wish only to serve their masters’ most depraved hungers.
Mia Teryn is a human girl, newly graduated and in need of a job. She finds employment in the household of the fabulously wealthy Erion and Sareen Delorne. Mia soon finds herself pressed into service as a vessel for Sareen’s Sapphic lust, and witnessing with horrified fascination the uses to which Erion puts his gybot slaves. She will unwittingly become a pawn in the power-struggle between the Delornes, and a friend to the strange, artificially-created beings who share their world.
EXTRACT
A hot, reasonless anger surged through Delorne. He very nearly slapped the little
slave. He could imagine perfectly the arc of his hand flying through the air, the sharp,
satisfying crack of it against her cheek. The sweet, piercing sound of her pain…
But no. His hand would leave a mark that would take a day or two to heal. Sareen
would be angry if he did that; she liked taking the gybots out for mid-day walks, or using
them to serve drinks and appetizers when they entertained. In the elevated social circles
the Delornes moved in, a gybot marked or otherwise injured by an angry hand was a sure
sign of an uncontrollable temper, and therefore lower-class sensibilities. It would cost
them in desirable invitations for the Spring season. Delorne shrugged off the brief spasm
of rage, but he let its remnants color his voice as he growled at Rillie. “Don’t lie to
me, you little slut. You can’t stand not being able to finger yourself. Nasty bitch. I
know how you lie in your kennel at night frigging that hot little slit of yours. Crying
out as you cum, squirting your dirty juices all over your pillow.”
He curled and uncurled his finger with a sharp rhythm as he spoke, making Rillie
squeak and shiver, silver tears leaking from her huge eyes. Delorne knew that the tremors
wracking her body were small orgasms, strong enough to rob her of speech. A
properly-tuned gybot could be made to cum explosively from something so minor as the
sensation of a feather whispering over her skin, or from a hard spanking on the ass, or
simply being roughly spoken to…sensitive little Rillie barely needed any tuning at all.
Delorne smiled as her naked toes dug into the carpet, her tiny, perfect teeth chattering
noisily, erasing her protests as her head fell back and her eyes rolled up. Her
finely-tooled cunt-muscles were gripping and ungripping his finger so strongly that they
might well have cracked the bones.
