Cyborg Doms

  Cyborg Doms

  H.C. Brown

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  Cyborg Doms © 2013 HC Brown

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  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?

  Chapter One

  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.

  The metallic cylinder stopped on the top floor. The door swished open to reveal an opulent palace. Fane strode through the opening and turned right. He glanced at the marble sculptures of females in various poses of submission that lined the hallway. What would his boss order him to do to the new females today? His body grew hot. He enjoyed dominating and the stolen moments with Jace in the training area. Without that sweet man in his life, he would have gone mad the first year in this hellhole.

  The only other pleasure he received as Gryd’s slave came from the hours of domination in the Pit. With the delicious thought of his flogger cutting across white flesh, his second cock threatened to burst from its sac. He pushed down his arousal. Gryd viewed the cyborgs as machines, and in truth, most of them had become unfeeling robots, but not him or Jace. The sexual enhancements had increased their emotional response rather than destroy it. Each day had become a battle to hide their intense craving for sex. God forbid if Gryd discovered their humanity existed, he would deactivate them in an instant.

  The door swung open, and Jace filled the opening. Fane had met Jace at the enrollment station and they’d become close friends—Fane trusted Jace with his life. Jace—or 515—hailed from a small planet called Javronia in the Orion System. He was a genius and had taught Fane how to control his AI. Jace claimed to be the equivalent of twenty-five Earth years. While Jace had hair that shimmered like mercury flowing down his back, Fane’s hair fell to his shoulders in a sheet of black silk. Jace’s dark blue eyes sparkled mischievously in a boyish face. Fane’s rugged features were set in a suntanned complexion, and he had a small scar under one eye. They were complete opposites; Commander 7 referred to them as night and day.

  Fane inclined his head. Mind Speak communication between Jace and me. “Morning.”

  “It’s our lucky day. We both get to work on this one.” Jace gave him a wink. “I’m so fucking horny. I don’t think I can keep this charade up much longer.”

  Fane leaned against the doorframe casually. “Commander 7 caught me dreaming again this morning. I think I’m talking in my sleep too. If the boss finds out we’ve messed with our programming we’ll be deactivated. We gotta get outta here.”

  “Yeah, the asshole is moving in on me too. He said I enjoyed myself too much during the scene yesterday. You’re right, it’s getting too hot to stay here. “ Jace rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve been giving some thought to finding a way to escape.”

  Fane met his gaze. “Yeah, it’s only a matter of time before one of us slips up”

  “Well, you wanted to control your AI. You understood one day we’d be almost back to normal.” Jace grimaced. “Gryd won’t make it easy on us if he discovers we’ve only been staying here because we enjoy dominating his slaves.”

  “So you’re the fucking genius, get us off this God damned planet.”

  “There is a way. Gryd sent a ship to Dallion to collect a batch of females. 729 and 384 were trusted with the mission. I checked the flight plans. They leave again in two days.” Jace grinned. “I’m gonna find a way for us to replace them and escape”

  Fane raised a brow. “What makes you think Gryd will replace them with us?”

  “We’re the only cyborgs available with the upgrades necessary to fly a ship. It will take Gryd a month to get another crew up to speed. We’ll only need an hour or so to upload the Starship program—so you in?”

  “Sure. I’m guessing you have a plan?”

  “We’ll talk later, I’ll need some time to work out a way to disable 729 and 384” Jace palmed his package. “But right now, my cocks are both waiting to party.”
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br />   Fane followed his friend along the hallway. They paused at the door to Gryd’s chambers and composed their expressions. Fane took the lead and moved ahead into the room.

  “There you are at last.” Gryd glared his displeasure. “For cyborgs, you are both abnormally tardy; I’ll arrange for your clocks to be checked. “He pulled a red velvet cloak around his naked body and motioned them closer. “I have visitors for you to entertain.” He pointed to a cage containing two undulating females, Vallion, to judge by their coloring.”636, pick one and bring her into the viewing area.” He grinned at Jace. “You’re next, 515. I have something special planned for you today.”

  Fane watched Gryd leave the room and raised a brow. He enjoyed sharing with Jace, but having one female to pleasure alone was a treat. He bit back a grin. “One each—we must have visiting royals.”

  “I’m not sure I’m too thrilled. Last time Gryd planned something different for me I was obliged to entertain a big, fat Karoan male.” Jace shuddered. “I couldn’t walk for a week.”

  Fane’s attention went back to the cage. The Vallion females hung on the bars, their small, perky breasts and long nipples plainly visible. ”Well, they’ve imported a couple of females for us, so don’t worry too much.” He inhaled their feminine scent: they were both in heat. “Oh man, can you smell that?”

  “Oh, yeah.”

  Fane moved toward the cage and gazed at the females. They mewed, and their slim bodies undulated, competing for Fane’s attention. He opened the door to glide a finger along the leopard spots running from cheek to neck on the closest female. She rubbed her soft skin across his palm and purred.

  “What’s your name?” He grasped her arm.

  “Clo, Master.” She rubbed against Fane’s bare chest.

  Fane lifted her chin. “Do you want me to flog you, Clo?” He nuzzled her neck. “And fuck you?”

  “Yes, please, Master.”

  “Why do you always ask them?” Jace rested his forehead on the bars. “They know why they’re here. They signed a contract with Gryd just like we did.”

  With a snort, Fane met Jace’s gaze. “I guess the part of me that is still human likes to dominate and fuck a willing female.” He shrugged. “Asking keeps me human.”

  “So what if a female says no.” Jace frowned.

  Fane bit back a grin. “How can they? Like you said, they signed a contract: refuse and they get sent back to the colony. It’s a win-win, but asking consent makes me feel better. I may have an uncontrollable sex drive, but I’m not a rapist.”

  Gryd’s voice boomed in his earpiece. “636, I’m waiting.”

  Taking Clo by the hand, Fane led her toward the door. He stopped at the entrance to the auditorium, took a leather collar and chain from a hook on the wall, and slipped it around Clo’s neck. She dropped onto all fours and rubbed her svelte body against his leg. Lord, he wanted to drag her into his arms and let himself dissolve into her heat. So much had changed in his life. Since accepting the enhancements, Gryd expected him to perform on cue without emotion. He played the part and closed off the part of him that needed affection, love, and sensory delights. Had he really become a sub-human? No—he had emotions, the deep longing to cherish, to dominate a female with the intention of pleasuring, not bringing pain.

  Fan caught sight of his reflection in the mirrored wall. His eyes were brilliant blue, not the gray he remembered, and his body bulk had doubled compared to what he had had some four years ago. The bio implants had enhanced him, although the computer interface had taken a little getting used to. The AI blended seamlessly with his own neural pathways, forming an intelligence matrix. Over the years, with Jace’s help, he had mastered the AI and used the complex, super computer to his advantage. Although mixing his genes with a Zanock had given him the benefit of a second cock, this life was not what he had expected. The advertisement for this position had suggested a life in an intergalactic military establishment. In reality, he had become a sex slave.

  The door swung open, and Fane led Clo into the arena. He attached the chain to a center post and selected a flogger from an assortment on a bench. The eager visitors—there to observe—leaned forward in their chairs. Fane glanced along the front row of plush, blue, velvet seats. The visitors were the same as usual: slobbering half- breeds incapable of attracting a female of their own. How he despised the ugly creatures. Two portly men wearing matching purple woolen cloaks sat on either side of Gryd. Beside them sat a female with long, flowing blonde hair. She wore a green feather mask and a matching cloak open at the front to reveal a shapely figure. Fane met her gaze with distain. Another voyeur whose only intention is to see other females brutalized. They have no idea of the true pleasure he craved to give the slaves under his whip. “Blindfold her. The clients want to remain anonymous.” Gryd waved a hand at Fane.

  Damn. He plans to give the female to his friends.

  Fane ran a hand over Clo’s head before complying. Such a beautiful, compliant female, and he had no choice but to give her into the hands of these assholes. The Vallion purred and pushed her hot body against him. Pressing his lips together, Fane moved slowly around her. Gryd and his friends were little more than animals; they would rut the female like pigs. Fane would make certain his part in the experience was as pleasurable as possible for her.

  He caressed her round, white buttocks, the skin cool against his palm. Fane closed his eyes for a second to block out the heated gazes from the visitors and slapped once, twice. Clo arched, pushing her bottom toward him and mewing. Fane groaned. Large, red handprints marked her pristine flesh. He traced the marks with his fingers and watched the skin blush. Running his fingers up Clo’s back, he moved to her head and lifted her chin. “Do you enjoy my touch?” He took the flogger from his belt and dangled it in front of Clo’s face.

  “Yes, Master.”

  Trailing the flogger ribbons down her back, Fane glanced at Gryd for approval. At Gryd’s nod, Fane stood, legs apart, raised his flogger, and began to strike her soft skin with careful, even strokes. Six cuts and a pause to sooth the red welts had Clo’s pussy wet and glistening. The sweet scent of her arousal made his mouth water. His primary cock grew heavy and pressed against the front of his tight, leather pants. Only a little more stimulation and his second cock would spring into action. Computer, reduce sex drive, slow heart rate.

  “Cut the skin on her back.” A visitor rose to his feet “I want to see blood.

  Sadist. Fane shot a glance at Gryd. “She is wet and ready now.”

  “Flog her until I see bloody welts. I want to see her beg for mercy.” Gryd motioned to his companions to follow him into the arena.

  You bastards. Fane glared at Gryd. He’d used his skill to bring Clo to the brink of pleasure-pain. His marks crossed the smooth skin of her back; she hovered on the edge of climax. To cut her went way past any idea of pleasure for her. “The Vallion is in heat, Sir. She will not cooperate to your guests’ satisfaction if pushed past the limits of pleasure-pain.”

  “Very well. It would cost me a fortune if I returned this specimen damaged.” Gryd waved his friends toward Clo.

  The visiting males dropped their cloaks and approached her, both naked and ready for action. Fane stepped to one side to await instructions.

  “What do you want, little cat?” Gryd lifted Clo’s chin. “Do you want us to fuck you?”

  “Please.” Clo wiggled her ass.

  One man knelt behind her and grasped her hips, then plunged his cock into her pussy. Clo writhed in pleasure with every deep thrust. The other man went to stand by Clo’s head. He pushed his thumb into the corner of her mouth; her pink tongue lapped at his intrusion. Without waiting, the man lifted his shaft and slipped it into her mouth. Clo sucked greedily. She appeared to be enjoying the experience. Fane bit the inside of his cheek. He could not take much more stimulation—his computer was on overload.

  “Room 2.” Gryd tipped his head toward a door across the arena. “The female is the High Commissioner’s wife. Do wh
atever she requires.”

  Fane threw Gryd a practiced, blank expression, turned, and walked toward the assigned door. The advantage of being a cyborg was that he did not have to reply to commands. Gryd expected him to comply without comment. That was fine with him—the less interaction he had with the bloated weasel, the better. His sac ached. Perhaps the Commissioner’s wife would ease his frustration.

  Inside the appointed room, an attractive female lounged naked on a large bed. A pornographic hologram played in the center of the floor. The room oozed opulence from the wide, intricately carved marble fireplace to the paintings on the walls. Expensive perfume scented the air. Fane stood by the door and gazed at the woman.

  “Ah, there you are, 636.” She stretched leisurely and smiled. “I will call you Apollo. You are able to fabricate any costume I require, is that so?”

  One female away from the prying eyes of Gird would be a pleasure. He would take his time and enjoy fucking this high born. In fact, he would do nothing too extreme for this rich lady. He would put her across his knee and spank her until she creamed. I will make you beg, sweet Commissioner’s wife. “Yes, and what would you like me to call you, madam?”

  ”You may call me Trisa.” She gave him a slow smile. “My fantasy is to have sex with a golden god. I so love Earth’s mythology.”

  Computer, remove domination garb, make my skin gold. Increase my aphrodisiac scent. Give me sex speak. His skin tingled and the scent of male musk filled the room. He moved toward the bed naked, his skin shimmering gold. Running his thumb over Trisa’s bottom lip, he met her gaze and lowered his voice to a deep, sexy drawl. “I can be your fantasy, Trisa. Do you want a Greek god to love you?” He cupped her breasts and squeezed. “Do you want me to make you scream in ecstasy?”

  “Oh… yes.”

  He squeezed her nipples a little harder in order to judge her response. Trisa tipped her head back; her face held an expression of bliss. Her full mouth opened slightly, and her tongue flicked out to wet her lips. Fane sat on the side of the bed and slowly caressed her body. He slid his hands around her buttocks and sank his fingers deep into the soft flesh. “Do you like it rough, Trisa?”