Sexual Experience Shaming
In One Night With My Billionaire Master, Arianna, the heroine, has a reputation for being a slut. People judge her harshly because of this reputation. They look down on her, view her as ‘less than.’
Ironically, this reputation is bullshit. She’s, in fact, a virgin. But being a virgin creates almost as many issues as being a slut. There’s the perception that every woman her age has had sex. Men expect Arianna to be experienced, might wonder what is wrong with her if she hasn’t slept with other men.
I wish I could say this was a purely fictional situation, that women (and yes, it is mostly women) aren’t judged on our sexuality but we are.
I know plenty of women my age (in their 40’s) who have never had sex. They watch the sexually active women on TV and feel shame (how many 40 year virgins do you see on TV?). They listen to their buddies talk about sex and they either pretend like they fit in or they remain silent.
I also know plenty of women my age whose numbers of sexual partners are in the three figures. They lie about this number or ‘don’t remember.’ They aren’t likely to talk about their one night stands with their happily married friends. They definitely don’t bring it up on first dates.
One of the (many) things I love about Logan Ross is he loves Arianna when he thinks she’s a slut and he doesn’t love her any less or any more when he finds out she was a virgin (though he IS upset that she didn’t communicate with him). Her sexual history doesn’t matter to him. He loves her for who she is.
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Note: If you purchased Mastered 2, you already have this story.
One night. No one must know.
This is the text I sent Logan Ross this morning. The billionaire financier is my father’s number one nemesis and has been pursuing me for months. He wants to own me, completely, promising exquisite pleasure balanced by equally intense pain, vowing to dominate me, to show me wicked things a virgin like myself shouldn’t be interested in.
But I am extremely interested, and I’ll risk everything—my job, my family, my future—to experience one night of total submission with this powerful Dom.
Will one night be enough for both of us?
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Releasing Rage – Chapter One, Part Three
I’ve been sharing the first few scenes of Releasing Rage.
You can read the previous scenes here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2015/07/28/releasing-rage-chapter-one-part-one/
Here is the third and final part of chapter one.
He grunted. “Then clean me from the top of my head downward, little engineer.” She approached him. “You’re too small to reach,” he advised her unnecessarily. “Use the elevation platform.”
That placed her breasts at his eye level. Joan trembled as she massaged his scarred scalp with the cleaning cloth, purifying each strand of hair. It was an intimate act. His long straight locks were decadently soft. His hot breath wafted over her skin.
“Did they give my little engineer breeding drugs?” His tone was mocking. “I smell her arousal.” He inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring.
“C models were designed to reproduce.” Joan swiped the cloth over his broad forehead. That skin was also crisscrossed with old scars. How many times had he been experimented on? “Everything about you, from your deepened voice to your enhanced pheromones, was modified to maximize your appeal to females.”
“It appeals to cyborg females.” His lips twisted. “They have no effect on, other than to frighten, human females.”
“And you’re an expert on human females,” she mumbled, dabbing the cloth carefully over the more delicate skin around his brilliant blue eyes. His model number was inked below his right eye. Joan traced the mark with her fingertips.
“I was forced to breed with twenty-two human females, one hundred and fifteen cyborg females, before the program was deemed a failure.” He watched her.
“They forced you to breed with strangers?” Joan stared at him, horrified.
“If you truly served me, you’d show me respect and call me sir.”
He was an obstinate cyborg. She suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. “They forced you to breed with strangers, sir?”
“The breeding didn’t result in offspring.” There was no emotion in his reply. “A cyborg’s nanocybotics views a fertilized egg as a damaged egg and repairs it.”
“I’m sorry.” She didn’t know what to say, what to do to make that right.
He lifted one eyebrow.
“Sir,” she amended.
C899321’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction. “I’ve survived worse, little engineer. Save your pity for the human females.” He blew over her nipples, knowing damn well what he was doing to her. “They had to breed with a primitive cyborg, tolerate my touch. Even with the breeding drugs, they weren’t as aroused as you are right now.”
She had to get her attraction to him under control. Joan scrubbed harder, rubbing the cleaning cloth over his grooved cheeks, his flattened nose, his full sensual lips. “I’m caring for you because this is my duty, sir.” This reminder was more for herself than for him. “This is what I’ve trained my entire life to do.”
He opened his mouth. She chattered about nonsense, not allowing the cyborg to speak, to use that sexy voice of his against her.
As she told him about the agri lot she grew up on, the solar cycles spent as a ward, the courses she mastered at the Academy, Joan explored the squareness of his jaw, his compact neck, wide shoulders, sculpted biceps, pecs, abs. He had lived longer than many humans and had scars that made her cringe, yet was a prime male specimen, fit, strong, virile.
She progressed downward. “What happened here, sir?” She touched the dozens of lighter nicks of skin over his stomach, having seen similar marks on his face and chest. “These are fresh.” They’d occurred more recently than his scars and had completely healed. “But they’re not battle wounds.”
He didn’t answer.
She gazed upward. His face was hard, his anger returning.
Joan caressed his hips with the cloth. The nearer she moved to his cock, the more concentrated the marks became. She paused when she reached his base. She had cleaned plenty of mock cyborgs at the academy but this was different. This cock was attached to a real male.
“You’re to clean all of me.” C899321 pushed his hips forward, thrusting his shaft toward her. “Must I do your job for you, female?”
“No, sir.” Joan jutted her jaw. “I can do this. It’s like cleaning a female bovine’s teat.” She folded the cloth around him.
“I’m a cyborg, not an animal.”
“We’re all animals, sir.” She stroked him once, twice. His cock was thick and long and had an interesting ridge. As the blood disappeared, she realized that the ridge was another scar. “They experimented on your cock?”
“They removed one of my balls.” His voice deepened even more.
Shit. She cupped his sac, having avoided looking directly at this private part of him. He was right. One ball had been severed.
“What was the point of that?” Her outrage grew. “They could have taken a seminal fluid sample without removing a testicle.”
“They wanted to see if the nanocybotics would repair it.”
“A tiny portion would have shown them that.” She no longer wondered why he was so angry. She wondered why more humans hadn’t died.
Because his torture hadn’t ended with the experiments. His shaft and sac were also striped with nicks. “Did my predecessor make these fresh wounds, sir?” Joan caressed him with the cloth. A bead of pre-cum formed on his tip and she cleaned that too, poking into his slit.
He grunted, not answering her question.
She gazed at his cock. He remained hard. When the bovines weren’t milked regularly, their teats would swell and crack, and the animals would then bellow with agony, the sound twisting her heart.
She didn’t want C899321 to endure more pain.
“I could…ummm…finish you, sir.” She couldn’t look at him while she said this.
“Finish me?”
She waved at his cock. “I could milk you with my hands, release the tension.”
A long nerve-racking pause followed her embarrassing offer.
She peeked up at him. He stared down at her, his eyes sparking with emotion.
“Sir?”
He shook his head, his long hair, now dry, brushing against his broad face. “Finish cleaning me, female. You can milk me like one of your beloved bovines later,” he promised as though that was a treat he was granting her.
“My offer benefited you, not me,” Joan muttered.
She glided the cloth over his thighs, knees, shins, catching the drips on his feet. He then turned and she repeated the process, moving downward, learning the breadth of his shoulders, the small of his back, the indents in his ass cheeks.
He couldn’t watch her and that made it easier to clean between them. The nicks deepened into gouges around his puckered hole.
“He violated you, sir?” That was outside her realm of understanding. Caring for a cyborg was a trusted duty, one half of a partnership. “If you hadn’t already terminated him, I would have.”
“He was one of your kind.” The cyborg didn’t believe her. “You would have joined in or done worse.”
“You don’t know me.” She snapped the cloth, ensuring it had renewed fully, and cleaned his thighs and calves. “I should report him.”
“He’s dead. What purpose would that serve?”
It wouldn’t serve any purpose, other than embarrass the engineer’s family. “You should have justice, sir.” She scrubbed his heels.
He turned, pushing her away from him. “I took my own justice.” He backed into the docking station. His cock remained hard, jutting from his hairless base. “As I’ll take my own justice when you harm me.”
She shivered, his tone telling her he wouldn’t hesitate to kill her. “I’d never harm you, sir.” A cleaning bot rolled between her bare feet, sucking up the spilled blood. Would it be her blood it cleaned in the future?
“Kneel before me,” the cyborg ordered.
She obeyed, gazing up at him. His eyes blazed, reflecting lust, triumph, a hint of cruelty. The cyborg enjoyed having her at his mercy.
And she liked following his commands…a little too much.
“Put those agri skills to work and milk me, female.”
“My name is Joan, sir.” If he planned to kill her, he should know that. She ran her hands over him from base to tip and back again. He was soft skin over hard metal, ridged with the scar, smooth at his bloomed cock head, his shaft slick, self-lubricating. “You’re C899321.”
“You’ll call me sir.” He grunted, swaying into her fingers.
“You’re in pain, sir.” This was a kindness, not a sexual favor, she told herself.
Joan skimmed her fingertips over his solitary ball. He quivered, unable to hold back his reaction to her touch.
She’d give him relief and he’d feel grateful to her. Gratitude would lead to trust.
Joan stroked his shaft, formulating a plan.
“That’s it, female. Touch me with those delicate human hands.” He moved faster against her, animalistic noises coming from his throat, raw and fierce. “Show me how you can serve me.”
“I will, sir.” She’d show him and he’d decide to keep her, allow her to live. This hand job could delay her death for a planet rotation or a solar cycle or permanently.
Joan tightened her grip, increasing the friction, and his cock bobbed with appreciation. “You’ll never wish for another engineer.”
“I don’t need an engineer.” The skin on his face pulled tight, his lips flattening. “That’s why I killed the last one.”
No, he killed the engineer because the human hurt him, tortured him. He wasn’t a bad being. She worked him with everything she had, with all the experience she’d gathered over the solar cycles, all the passion in her lonely, neglected heart. Her breasts jiggled with her efforts. Her knees protested their contact with the hard floor.
It wasn’t enough for him. He covered her hands with his, guiding her up and down, up and down his shaft, his ball slapping against her fingers. “Frag.” His voice reached deep inside her. “Frag. Frag.” He sounded desperate. “Make me come, female.”
She slipped one of her hands away from his, folded her fingers over his sac and squeezed. He roared, driving his hips forward, pushing her backward. Cum arced from his tip, splattered on her breasts, and she screamed with ecstasy, her pussy clenching around nothing.
The sensation was unlike anything she’d ever experienced, his essence warming, tingling, pinching, a thousand bubbles bursting over her skin. It was too much, too good.
“Need. Relief.” She reached to wipe his cum off her breasts.
“No.” C899321 caught her wrists, preventing her from removing his savage branding. She twisted, writhed, whimpering, trying to free herself, light and sound blurring.
It was several moments before her rational thought returned.
“What was that, sir?” She slumped against his legs, worn out by pleasure.
“My nanocybotics.” He released her wrists. “They’re concentrated in my cum and, to a lesser extent, my saliva. Your skin will absorb them. Until I give you permission to move, stay where you are and don’t touch them.”
Joan gazed up at him, blinking, her mind numb. He wanted to mark her.
It was the primitive action of a primitive male.
And she had no objections.
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Half Man. Half Machine. All Hers.
Rage, the Humanoid Alliance’s most primitive cyborg, has two goals—kill all of the humans on his battle station and escape to the Homeland. The warrior has seen the darkness in others and in himself. He believes that’s all he’s been programmed to experience.
Until he meets Joan.
Joan, the battle station’s first female engineer, has one goal—survive long enough to help the big sexy cyborg plotting to kill her. Rage might not trust her but he wants her. She sees the passion in his eyes, the caring in his battle-worn hands, the gruff emotion in his voice.
When Joan survives the unthinkable, Rage’s priorities are tested. Is there enough room in this cyborg’s heart for both love and revenge?
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Writing Erotic Romance – Prologues
I wrote a 3,000 word, 12 page prologue for Breathing Vapor, the follow up story to Releasing Rage (Breathing Vapor will release in November).
Mira, my heroine, acts like a major beyotch when she’s around other beings. She has a great reason for acting this way but I was worried that if you didn’t know this reason when you first met her, you might find her an unsympathetic heroine (i.e. you’d hate her guts).
So I wrote a prologue, sharing a scene from her past that showed why she was that way. It was powerful. It made me, as a writer, cry.
It was also unnecessary. My awesome editor convinced me I didn’t need it, that I’d created a character readers would love without knowing the backstory. I took it out and you know what? It’s a much stronger story without the prologue.
I’ve written many prologues. Not one has survived the editing process. Why? Because usually a prologue isn’t required (usually! There are always exceptions to every rule, including this one, but those exceptions are rare.).
Why Editors (and Readers) Hate Prologues
A prologue is set at an earlier time and often a different place than the core story. Every time writers change settings, we jar the reader out of the story. Jarring the reader out of the story between the prologue and chapter one is a HUGE risk. The reader hasn’t yet become emotionally invested in the story.
Especially since the first pages are a prologue. The reader bought the story expecting the hero or heroine portrayed in the back cover copy. In Releasing Rage, readers want to meet a tormented, angry hero. They don’t want to read about Rage when he had a kinder, gentler view of the worlds. It is kind of like seeing a guy’s baby photos on a first date. It’s much too soon for that.
Prologues are also backstory dumps. Backstory is powerful. Readers often read for it (in the case of E.L. James’ Grey, they’ll buy an entire book to read a character’s backstory). That’s why they turn the pages. “This hero is completed fucked up. I have to know why.” We can only use a juicy piece of backstory once. Do we really want to use it at the beginning of a story, before the reader cares about the character?
Alternatives To Prologues
A great writer once told me that ideally backstory should be threaded into a story as the reader needs to know it (threaded, not dumped – again, you don’t want to draw readers out of the story). That timing often makes it more powerful.
In romance, this revelation is often easy to do because a heroine, loving a fucked up hero, for example, will eventually want to know WHY he’s fucked up. The reader can discover this at the same time.
If both of the characters already know the backstory, it is a bit more challenging. If the past truly haunts the character, he or she will likely dream about it. An incident might also trigger a memory. In Breathing Vapor, the heroine sees someone and, at first, thinks that person is a person from her past. The character might be facing the same decision they faced in the past. Will he or she make the same choice?
There are thousands of great ways to reveal backstory. If you’re stuck, reread beloved stories and note how those authors handle it. (Or email me and we can brainstorm!)
How did I handle the unsympathetic heroine in Breathing Vapor?
Mira acts like a beyotch when she’s around other beings. The solution? I show her true nature when she’s alone (actually, she’s caring for a cyborg baby but he can’t tell anyone about her kindness so she feels she’s safe).
Yes, the solution was ridiculously simple. I threaded the rest of the information throughout the core story and eliminated the prologue entirely.
How have you eliminated prologues in your own manuscripts?
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Half Man. Half Machine. All Hers.
Rage, the Humanoid Alliance’s most primitive cyborg, has two goals—kill all of the humans on his battle station and escape to the Homeland. The warrior has seen the darkness in others and in himself. He believes that’s all he’s been programmed to experience.
Until he meets Joan.
Joan, the battle station’s first female engineer, has one goal—survive long enough to help the big sexy cyborg plotting to kill her. Rage might not trust her but he wants her. She sees the passion in his eyes, the caring in his battle-worn hands, the gruff emotion in his voice.
When Joan survives the unthinkable, Rage’s priorities are tested. Is there enough room in this cyborg’s heart for both love and revenge?
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Upcoming Releases
August 19th
Releasing Rage
SciFi Erotic Romance
Half Man. Half Machine. All Hers.
Rage, the Humanoid Alliance’s most primitive cyborg, has two goals—kill all of the humans on his battle station and escape to the Homeland. The warrior has seen the darkness in others and in himself. He believes that’s all he’s been programmed to experience.
Until he meets Joan.
Joan, the battle station’s first female engineer, has one goal—survive long enough to help the big sexy cyborg plotting to kill her. Rage might not trust her but he wants her. She sees the passion in his eyes, the caring in his battle-worn hands, the gruff emotion in his voice.
When Joan survives the unthinkable, Rage’s priorities are tested. Is there enough room in this cyborg’s heart for both love and revenge?
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September
September’s special project has been cancelled. However, that means I’ll be giving newsletter subscribers an exclusive surprise in December! I’ll talk about that soon.
October
The Good Assistant
Contemporary Erotic Romance
My boss, John Powers, represents everything I want in a man. He’s the CEO and founder of a powerful company, that position having made him a billionaire, striking in an I-survived-a-bar-brawl sort of way, and too clever for my sanity.
I’m his assistant and desperately in love with him. I’d willingly serve him both in the boardroom and in the bedroom.
There’s one problem.
He doesn’t mix business with pleasure.
Ever.
November
Breathing Vapor
SciFi Erotic Romance
I don’t yet have a cover for Breathing Vapor but here is an unedited first kick at the blurb.
Vapor is the most advanced cyborg the Humanoid Alliance has ever developed. He’s a finely honed weapon, a warrior without parallel, half man and half machine. No locks can contain him. No beings can stop him. Whatever he wants, he takes.
He wants Mira Breazeal, the Designer’s daughter.
She’s his one temptation, his sexy target. Vapor shouldn’t crave her caresses, steal her kisses, make her scream with ecstasy. The cyborgs want her dead, would question his loyalty if he doesn’t kill her. The humans would shoot him on sight if he dared to touch her.
Their love is forbidden. Their desire could be lethal. One human and one cyborg will risk everything for a moment of passion.
December
Being Green – A Newsletter Subscriber Exclusive
SciFi Erotic Romance
As a thank you for being awesome, every newsletter subscriber will have the option of receiving Being Green, a 40 page short story, for free. This story will be provided in Mobi/Kindle, ePub or PDF formats so it should work with your eReader. (If you haven’t yet subscribed, sign up here – http://tasteofcyn.com/2014/05/28/newsletter/)
I don’t yet have the cover for Being Green but here is the blurb
Green, a cyborg warrior, cares for one being—his plant Windy. When Windy becomes sick, he’ll do anything to heal her, even venture across the universe to visit a worlds-renowned plant doctor.
He doesn’t expect to find love.
Doctor Shelby Cooper is the sole resident of a tiny planet. She prefers to be alone rather than risk caring for another being and then losing him. The curvaceous scientist is determined to resist Green’s patient caresses, his thought-burning kisses, his slow seduction.
She has underestimated the power of a cyborg’s passion.
That’s it, thus far, for 2015. I already have one story written for release in 2016 and many more planned!
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Releasing Rage And Baby Cyborgs
I’ve always loved cyborg heroes. They’re half man, half machine, and all sexy. But I waited to write a cyborg series until I figured out how cyborgs are created.
The first cyborgs were human warriors who had been hurt in battle and were melded with machine parts. These cyborgs had computers installed within them but they were primarily human. They didn’t have model numbers. They had names.
Building a huge army of cyborgs by converting human warriors wasn’t feasible. The process took too long. It was too manual. Scientists had to figure out a way to mass produce cyborgs.
They already knew how to create robots. Scientists knew how to clone beings, how to grow organs. The missing piece was nanocybotics (which I’ve already talked about here – http://tasteofcyn.com/2015/07/24/why-cyborgs-live-forever-nanocybotics/ ).
The goal was that once the first batch of male and female cyborgs were manufactured, they would then breed and create baby cyborgs, providing a steady supply of warriors to send into battle.
The cyborgs were created as hyper potent and programmed to breed. The males would cycle through a variety of females, forced to breed with them, punished or killed if they refused (Rage from Releasing Rage was one of these males). The males and the females were separated. They didn’t bond, didn’t spend much time at all with their breeding partner for that planet rotation.
The breeding programs were unsuccessful. The nanocybotics viewed a fertilized egg as a damaged egg and would repair it, returning it to its non-fertilized state. Scientists could apply a nanocybotics suppresser in the laboratory but coding it into the cyborg’s DNA was too complex.
Since this fertilization process had to be done in a laboratory, it made sense to also eliminate the breeding and childbearing process. Sperm and eggs could be harvested from male cyborgs and human females respectively. The units (babies) could be grown in vats, their growth accelerated to provide the humans with warriors faster.
Not having a breeding program meant that it was unnecessary to manufacture and store female cyborgs. Cyborgs going forward were all male. Many of the modern warriors have never seen a female of any species. However, they still have the driving need to breed. Some cyborgs view this as yet another way humans torment them.
So, yes, cyborgs can have babies (offspring) but the breeding programs showed scientists that this couldn’t be done naturally. But, to paraphrase Jeff Goldblum’s character in Jurassic Park, life always finds a way.
When a cyborg finds a female who, by a fluke of genetics, can host his nanocybotics, his nanocybotics become a part of her, changing her, merging them in a genetic sense. His sperm is no longer seen as foreign, as being an invader to her body. There’s no need to eliminate it.
Bam! Cyborg babies. (grins)
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Half Man. Half Machine. All Hers.
Rage, the Humanoid Alliance’s most primitive cyborg, has two goals—kill all of the humans on his battle station and escape to the Homeland. The warrior has seen the darkness in others and in himself. He believes that’s all he’s been programmed to experience.
Until he meets Joan.
Joan, the battle station’s first female engineer, has one goal—survive long enough to help the big sexy cyborg plotting to kill her. Rage might not trust her but he wants her. She sees the passion in his eyes, the caring in his battle-worn hands, the gruff emotion in his voice.
When Joan survives the unthinkable, Rage’s priorities are tested. Is there enough room in this cyborg’s heart for both love and revenge?
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Financiers, Venture Capitalists, And Other Sexy Money Men
Logan Ross, the hero of One Night With My Billionaire Master, is a financier. If a company needs money, he supplies it… for a price. He also buys shares in undervalued companies he wishes to eventually control.
A venture capitalist, in contrast, normally focuses on newer and growing companies. Both take risks on companies that banks and other institutions wouldn’t. But the money receiving companies or shareholders always have a choice whether or not to accept the financing. There are plenty of financiers and venture capitalists and other sources of financing to choose from (which makes the actions of certain characters in One Night With My Billionaire Master even more despicable).
I have a weakness for hunky money men. I’ve worked for and with several venture capitalists and financiers. Some were wonderful, definitely hero material. Some weren’t.
One venture capitalist changed my life forever. Being a business babe, I spent quite a bit of time on the business forums, sharing knowledge with other business folks. I’ve made quite a few buddies over the years. One of these buddies was JS, a young venture capitalist who made his seed money (his start out money) in technology.
I was one of the few women on the male-dominated forums. JS thought I had some great experience and knowledge. He also was a big supporter of seeing more women start and run businesses.
JS wanted me to blog on business. I was scared. One of my female buddies had run an up and coming business blog. A woman-hating male reader had tracked her down and almost killed her (hurting her in all of the ways a man can hurt a woman). I didn’t want that to happen to me.
So JS set up a blog and allowed me to write anonymously for him. I wrote a blog post every day for several years until he died (of cancer while he was in his early 30’s). Then I set up my own blog (using what he taught me about remaining anonymous) and have been blogging daily about business ever since then.
Whenever I write about a venture capitalist or financier, I think about JS and how generous and supportive he was. I think Logan Ross, the hero of One Night With My Billionaire Master, and JS would have been good friends.
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Note: If you purchased Mastered 2, you already have this story.
One night. No one must know.
This is the text I sent Logan Ross this morning. The billionaire financier is my father’s number one nemesis and has been pursuing me for months. He wants to own me, completely, promising exquisite pleasure balanced by equally intense pain, vowing to dominate me, to show me wicked things a virgin like myself shouldn’t be interested in.
But I am extremely interested, and I’ll risk everything—my job, my family, my future—to experience one night of total submission with this powerful Dom.
Will one night be enough for both of us?
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Releasing Rage – Chapter One, Part Two
Last week, I shared the first few scenes of Releasing Rage.
You can read it here: http://tasteofcyn.com/2015/07/28/releasing-rage-chapter-one-part-one/
Here is the second part of chapter one.
“They thought to pacify me with the use of a human female?” he thundered, his deep gravelly voice clawing across her skin, awakening parts in her she didn’t realize slept. “I’d kill you before I allowed you to touch me.”
This insult didn’t hurt her the way he’d intended. Joan knew she wasn’t the slim tiny female males desired. She was solidly built, good breeding stock, as her mother had once said.
She discarded his words and focused on the torment in his tones. He hurt. Horrifically. Her fingers twitched, the urge to reach out to him, to comfort him, tremendous. Judging by the flex of his powerful biceps and thigh muscles, by the anger radiating from him, he wouldn’t appreciate that response.
He also wouldn’t listen to any command she issued. A reprimand, verbal or physical, would add to his hostility. Some being had already tried to restrain him and failed. The reportedly unbreakable wrist and ankle cuffs attached to the frame of the uploading dock had been shattered, rendered useless.
Joan discarded four solar cycles’ worth of theory on how to handle malfunctioning cyborgs, realizing now that the academy experts knew nothing.
Her late father, however, had taught her how to deal with wild beasts.
“I would never touch you without your permission.” She lowered her gaze, showing submission, recognizing C899321 as the dominant male he was. He’d seek to harm any aggressor, to protect himself and his territory. If she wasn’t female, she suspected she’d already be dead.
“I also would never hurt you.” Joan stuffed a couple of cleaning cloths into her pockets and dropped to her knees, into a puddle of red. The moisture soaked through her flight suit. “I’m here to serve you, to clean you.”
She slowly crawled forward through the liquefied remains of the previous engineer. Having lived on an agri lot and spending the last solar cycle in the waste processing chambers, guck no longer fazed her.
“You don’t want to be dirty.” Joan kept her head bowed, her voice calm and soft. “That would interfere with your mechanics.”
She filled the silence with a flow of reassuring words, telling him she meant him no harm, that she was there to help him. Joan kept her gaze lowered, concentrating on his feet. He stood with them braced apart, preparing for an attack, ready to defend himself. His feet appeared human except much, much larger, his metal frame concealed with skin. When not covered with blood, that skin would be gray.
The current J models could pass for human, designed not to frighten the general population. The C models were clearly cyborg, from their giant stature to their unnatural skin tone. Some engineers found them to be scary and primitive. Joan didn’t. She associated C models with safety, with caring, with C345925’s unexpected act of kindness.
Joan knelt in front of C899321. Her heart pounded so loudly, she suspected with his superior senses, he could hear her.
Moments passed. She remained motionless, allowing him to look at her, to smell her, to become accustomed to the sound of her voice.
He shifted his weight from his right foot to his left, signaling his readiness and she spoke. “I have a cleaning cloth in my pocket.” She held up her hands, showing him her empty palms. “Can I remove it?”
She waited and waited and waited. He said nothing.
“I told you I wouldn’t take action without your consent.” She wasn’t foolish. Touching a wild thing without permission resulted in death.
“Yes.” His voice was impossibly deep.
“Thank you.” Joan slipped her fingers into her pocket, slowly as to not spook him, and extracted a blue cleaning cloth. “I value your trust.” She opened the enhanced fabric, stretching it tight, allowing him to examine it. “May I clean your feet?”
There was another long pause.
“Yes.”
“Thank you.” No male should have a voice like that, like an endless night filled with decadence and sin. She resisted the urge to wiggle her ass, her pussy moistening, her nipples tightening, and focused on her task, cleaning his ankles, heels, every toe, talking as she did so. The cyborg lifted first one foot and then the other, allowing her to swipe the cloth over his soles.
The fabric sucked up the blood, rearranging the molecules into air. His skin was soft, warm, surprisingly scarred. Joan frowned. “Your nanocybotics must have been suppressed when you were damaged. There should be no marks.”
She traced a long slash on his right foot. It was an old wound. “The enemy found a way to do this.” That alarmed her. This flaw in his defenses put her cyborg at risk. “Why wasn’t this development covered in any of the information bulletins I’ve viewed?” Engineers should be working on a countermeasure.
“Are you mentally deficient?” His tone was harsh. “You must be if you volunteered to breed with a C model cyborg.”
Joan gritted her teeth at his assumption about her role. “I’m your engineer, not a breeding female.”
“You lie.” He snorted softly. “Your uniform is gray, not blood-red, and if you were truly my engineer, as you claim, you’d know my damage was inflicted by my previous handlers.”
“I was positioned in the waste processing chambers. That’s why I wear a gray uniform.” Signaling to everyone her lowly status. “And why would a handler hurt you? Our job is to ensure you operate at optimal efficiency.”
“Why would they hurt me? Because they’re cruel humans and I’m a disposable cyborg. Because I operated outside specifications. Because they wished to duplicate my kill rates. Do you need more reasons?”
They’d experimented on him. She gazed at his toes, absorbing this knowledge. Blood had dripped down his legs, coating them with crimson once more. “May I clean your legs?”
He sighed, his muscles flexing and releasing. “You clearly need to be told everything. I must be cleaned from the top down.”
She knew that. “You’d agree to me cleaning your face?”
“Do I have a choice?” His words were bitter.
“Yes.” Joan looked upward, meeting his gaze. “You know how best to maximize your kill rates. Within these chambers, I serve you.”
His eyes flashed with blue currents of energy. “Stop with your lies. I won’t believe them.”
“You’re bigger, stronger, think you’re more intelligent.” She lifted her chin. “Why would I lie to you?”
“I’ll test you, little engineer, and if you fail, you’ll die.”
“I expect nothing less.” She’d been tested her entire lifespan. She and death were old friends.
His eyes narrowed. “Stand.”
Joan scrambled to her feet, her legs aching. Up close, he appeared even taller, broader. For the first time in her life, she felt small.
She liked the feeling. A bit too much.
“Undress,” was his next command. “If you serve me, you should be as naked as I am.”
Joan wished she could argue with that logic but she couldn’t. A subordinate would never wear more clothing than her superior.
She lowered her gaze and slowly undressed, aware of the deficiencies in her form. Her skin was pale. She hadn’t basked in a sun’s rays for solar cycles. Her breasts were too generous, her stomach rounded, her hips wide and her thighs thick.
“Your boots also.”
She unfastened them, the floor cool against her feet, and she stood in front of the cyborg, completely naked.
“Look at me, female.”
Joan met C899321’s gaze, the heat in his eyes tightening her nipples. He wanted her, his cock hardening, his breathing growing ragged.
“Raise your arms and widen your stance.”
She did as he ordered. The position lifted her breasts, as though she offered them to him. It also gave him easy access to her pussy.
Joan was acutely conscious of his size, his strength, his arousal. He could take her, easily overcoming any feeble resistance she made.
The cyborg didn’t move. Instead, he examined her slowly, his gaze resting for endless moments on her breasts and mons.
“Turn around.”
She obeyed him, allowing him to gaze at her ass. He didn’t attempt to touch her and, for that, she was grateful. All he did was look, his perusal as sensual as a caress.
“You aren’t designed like the previous breeding females.”
Her face heated. “I’m not a breeding female. I’m your engineer.”
“So you continue to tell me.”
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