Saturday, November 16, 2013

Cyborg Doms by H.C. Brown

Fane Jacobs, or 636, is a genetically and robotically enhanced human, with the ability to change his appearance at will. He is trapped on Terros 9 in 3010 with a psychopathic owner, Gryd. His duty is to entertain Gryd's guests both male and female with his skill in the dungeon.
Forbidden to show emotions, he longs for the comfort of a lover, and his dreams are filled with the image of a sweet sub.
Cyborgs are classified as machines on Terros 9, they have no rights. After his friend, Jace, is pack-raped by a group of male guests, Fane and Jace steal a starship, and travel back in time to Earth in 2040. Jace takes off for a night with the right man, while Fane explores the city.
His attention is drawn to a woman being attacked by a gang of thugs. He rushes to her aid and is shot. The woman, Dr. Tamara Bright, resembles the sub from his dreams. She discovers his integrated neural matrix and other enhancements on the Bio Scanner. Will she turn away or will she fall for the deliciously, handsome cyborg?
Terros 9. 3011 Earth Years
Fane’s gaze drifted to her full, luscious mouth, and when she swiped the tip of her pink tongue across her lips, he could almost taste her. His cock hardened. She tossed a mane of rich burgundy curls over one shoulder. One long, silky strand remained to brush against her full, tempting breasts, the twin peaks threatening to burst through her tight, white T-shirt. He reached for her to draw her soft body against him. “I’m gonna love flogging you until you come.”
“636, report for duty.” Commander 7 prodded Fane. “Gryd has just brought in a batch of new girls.” He chuckled. “Get rid of that hard on—you don’t want to waste it.”
Fane rolled off his cot. His balls ached. He pushed the now-familiar dream from his mind and interfaced with his internal computer. The Artificial Intelligence module in his brain had the ability to change him into any persona, from skin color to dress and speech. The AI was a remarkable piece of technology. Fane gave Commander 7 a bland look. Reduce sex drive. Dress me for domination.
“If you’re dreaming about sex, report to Reprogramming.” Commander 7 met Fane’s gaze. “You’re not a man, 636, you’re a machine designed to entertain Gryd. Dreams are a malfunction of your program.”
“I don’t dream, Commander.” Fane shrugged. “I am always in complete control. “How many times had he hidden is human self from this man? His ability to dream had become the single fragment left of his humanity.
Without another word, Fane brushed by him and made his way to the transport tube. Agitation rode on his shoulders. He repeated the mantra in an effort to cling to his humanity: I’m not a fucking machine. I remember everything. My name is Fane Jacobs. I’m thirty Earth Years. I do not belong on Terros 9.


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