A nighttime
break-in
at the imposing estate of
brilliant inventor
Alistair Vance was supposed to be the perfect heist for experienced
thief Loretta
. Her target: a valuable painting. Get in, get out—that was the plan. But before she could even touch her prize, the trap springs shut.
In the salon waits a
highly intelligent mechanical security system
. Before Loretta realizes what’s happening, metal grippers and
relentless tentacles
pin her body. The system offers her a
devious deal
: freedom in exchange for studying her most intimate human reactions. Loretta’s resistance is useless against the
precise, merciless stimulation of the automaton
. Helpless, she’s at the mercy of her own sensations—and the device has only just begun its protocol…
An intense, uncompromising cyber-BDSM short story thriller about losing control to cold metal and artificial desire.
EXCERPT:
Two new tentacles emerged from the housing. At their tips, however, were not grippers but two small, rotating attachments with paper-thin, feather-like lamellae. They looked a bit like… feather dusters? Yes, like miniature feather dusters.
The machine guided these instruments slowly toward Loretta’s curves. When the fine feathers began moving in gentle, lightning-fast rotations around her stiff nipples, Loretta gasped.
Shit, that was… good. It tickled and stimulated her (...) simultaneously in such an intense way that she involuntarily arched her back to escape the touch.
