I had been very clear in my Personals ad: "I'm not interested in penetration! But if you live in the Valley and won't mind me watching you jack off and come all over yourself while you watch me touch myself, leave me a message at 5991." I had never, ever placed an ad like this one. I had been thinking about doing it for years and then, one day out of the b...
I clicked my clicker and checked the display in the mirror, March 8, 2033. The characters floated in midair like snowflakes. I trotted into the bathroom where my roommate, Lauren, was taking a long, gurgling pee. She turned on the aerator and rose from the bowl, showing off her camel toe. "Oh, good, I have to go really bad," I whined, lifting my skirt and p...
The earlier chapters give some background on our hero's situation, and how he found himself sitting beside a sexy teacher in a short skirt driving a sportscar at high speed. All characters are over 18, and any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is purely coincidental. ***** The next afternoon found me driving in Miss Frobisher's little red sportscar...
Lacey was still staring at her freshly-minted chrome love cannon, blue bedsheets flung to the side in her private hospital bed (both in the bed being in a private room, and the hospital being private, as all hospitals are in the far-flung future of 2355 AD, Neo-Oxenhope), as a brown-skinned nurse came tottering into the room in high heels and an unconvention...
This was the place to be; Damon Hargrove made a habit to frequent 'Celeste's Bar & Grill', a charming establishment, and even though no one seemed to know exactly who Celeste was, the place was attracting the new generation of financially independent urban hedonists. Always fattening their bank accounts off the stock-value of recent advancements in virtual r...
Note: this is a bit of a divergence from the previous chapters, focusing more on Katie's humilation than force and mechanical torment. There's still plenty of bondage, struggle and desperation, though, so I hope you'll stick with me. Next chapter it's back to the usual robo-fuckery. --DT He made them listen. Katie spent some time squirming on her kneeling...
Ryoko Quinn Delapuzzo has worked as an engineering facilitator on Orbital Sphere 242 for over ten sidereal years. "Home sweet home 242," as Ry calls it, is one of the space stations that span a straight line like a string of pearls from Earth I to Mars I. Ry tolerated the recirculated air and water supplies within the synthetic orb, but longed for the day...
Kevin is totally helpless to an Amazon Fembot of unknown identity. Yet he'd wouldn't want to be anywhere else and she knows it ... Peek a boo ... Attempting to clear my head, I gazed down at the floor and became lost in thought for what must have been 30 seconds. Upon looking up, I let out a small gasp ... The phantom had surreptitiously slid her scarf dow...
The phone started ringing at 9:44 pm. That seemed awful late for a non-emergent call, but I let it ring anyway. "Call from San Diego, Kaw," it said, and again, "Call from San Diego, Kaw. I guess the telephone voice machine didn't know that CA stood for California not "Kaw." I get so many crap robo calls that I only answer calls that my system identifies by s...
'Discipline,' I said. 'I think that's what it's going to have to come down to.' My Muse looked surprised. 'Oh? You want me to put you across my knee?' 'Good heavens, no,' I said. 'I've never see the attraction of all that hot bottom stuff.' 'No,' she said. 'That's what I thought. Mind you, Lawrence, the chap for whom I used to muse before I came to you, h...