| Author: | Grace Vilmont | ISBN: | 9781311376749 |
| Publisher: | Elliot Silvestri | Publication: | October 23, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Grace Vilmont |
| ISBN: | 9781311376749 |
| Publisher: | Elliot Silvestri |
| Publication: | October 23, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Return to a time of experimental sci fi erotica. Sick, twisted, experimental.
A hundred years in the future Brent and Dana buy a willing and custom made slave for their sexual amusement. They spared no expense in finding Rowan, the right slave for their needs. But even a beautiful, custom ordered slave isn’t the solution to all their problems. Dana is too much of a sadist and Brent is too much of a playboy for a slave to fix anything. Rowan, however, can certainly help them be who they want to be…
This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences.
Content warning: features graphic sex, sex between humans and robots, BDSM, dominant females, submissive females, impregnation, cheating spouses, robot slave sex, willing slave play, strong language, , erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.
Excerpt:
“SHE’S GORGEOUS!” DANA exclaimed when the slave walked into the room.
“She should be,” Brent half-grumbled. “I paid a fortune for her.”
“No slave mark?” Dana asked.
“She’s marked,” said Brent. “Lift up your left foot, slave.” The redhead did so, still facing away from her new owners. On the bottom of her left heel was the logo of the company that had sold her to Brent and Dana. “A subtle placement,” Brent said.
“And is she ringed?” Dana inquired. She was lounging on the couch watching the initial showing of the slave. Her handler was waiting off to the side, quietly. He knew his role in this part of the sale; he would say nothing unless asked a direct question. When the owners agreed to take delivery he would take their thumbprints on his slate and disappear.
Brent spun the slave around and pulled her hair back from her ear. A small golden ring dangled from the lobe. “Of course. We don’t want her to have free will, do we?”
“And…elsewhere?” Dana asked, her interest piqued now.
Brent shrugged and looked at the handler. This was not his area of interest. After waiting a second to make sure a verbal answer was needed the handler spoke.
Return to a time of experimental sci fi erotica. Sick, twisted, experimental.
A hundred years in the future Brent and Dana buy a willing and custom made slave for their sexual amusement. They spared no expense in finding Rowan, the right slave for their needs. But even a beautiful, custom ordered slave isn’t the solution to all their problems. Dana is too much of a sadist and Brent is too much of a playboy for a slave to fix anything. Rowan, however, can certainly help them be who they want to be…
This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences.
Content warning: features graphic sex, sex between humans and robots, BDSM, dominant females, submissive females, impregnation, cheating spouses, robot slave sex, willing slave play, strong language, , erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.
Excerpt:
“SHE’S GORGEOUS!” DANA exclaimed when the slave walked into the room.
“She should be,” Brent half-grumbled. “I paid a fortune for her.”
“No slave mark?” Dana asked.
“She’s marked,” said Brent. “Lift up your left foot, slave.” The redhead did so, still facing away from her new owners. On the bottom of her left heel was the logo of the company that had sold her to Brent and Dana. “A subtle placement,” Brent said.
“And is she ringed?” Dana inquired. She was lounging on the couch watching the initial showing of the slave. Her handler was waiting off to the side, quietly. He knew his role in this part of the sale; he would say nothing unless asked a direct question. When the owners agreed to take delivery he would take their thumbprints on his slate and disappear.
Brent spun the slave around and pulled her hair back from her ear. A small golden ring dangled from the lobe. “Of course. We don’t want her to have free will, do we?”
“And…elsewhere?” Dana asked, her interest piqued now.
Brent shrugged and looked at the handler. This was not his area of interest. After waiting a second to make sure a verbal answer was needed the handler spoke.
