Zanthia nodded. “Yes, sir. Biological life is difficult to generalize. One of the books that are loaded onto that tablet should explain the different classifications. Most sentient life is humanoid. Humanoids have two arms, two legs, one head. And sentient life is mostly either mammals or reptiles, although that differs on some planets. Tentacle monsters are the biggest exception, sir. Everyone thinks they’re reptiles, but they’re actually amphibians.”
“I should like to meet one. For now, I shall converse with you further once I have internalized these reading bytes,” he said.
Mark took Zanthia through more boring metal corridors to her quarters, then left her there. Like the rest of the ship, her room had steel walls and a plain gray floor.
Bleep.
She turned her head and watched a display on the wall change. Scrutinizing the numbers and symbols, she realized it showed that the gases in the ship were now the same as the atmosphere on Nidia. Zanthia tentatively removed the atmo-suit and soon she sat, in a dark red wraparound dress, red pumps, and her black curly hair flowing down to her waist, feeling like she was the last great space explorer.
This wasn’t so bad, she decided, and the idea of being able to add a new section to the protocol handbook was more exciting than sitting at her desk in Government Prime or arguing with Tefanese moguls about the oil agreement. So far, the cyborg had been polite, and he was certainly handsome. Perhaps this mission was going to be a cinch after all.
* * *
It was barely an hour later. Now that she wasn’t wearing a breathing apparatus, Zanthia had fixed her makeup, and her lips matched her dress. Her cleavage was shamelessly displayed. The official dress of Nidian diplomats was designed to distract anyone she met, to give her the upper hand in negotiations. While she didn’t know if cyborgs—robots, Artificial Intelligences, whatever—were distractible by such things, she was sure going to find out so she could add it to the protocol handbook. When a light came on above the door, she stared at it. The door slid open a few seconds later, and Mark stood before her. She smiled with as much warmth as she could muster.
“I have read the information you gave me,” he said. Now that he stood before her again, she was reminded of his true size. Despite being a cyborg, his presence filled the room. His body was breathtaking and she was shocked that her mouth was watering. Literally watering. Who did that when they were attracted to someone? A heat spread across her face and neck as she tried to rein herself in and avoid showing her indiscretion to him.
The shapeless white linen pants and top were a distraction, and Zanthia hoped he would let her take him shopping and dress him in a suave pantsuit and dress shirt. He would look devastatingly handsome. Or if he didn’t like the sound of that, she definitely saw him wearing nothing but a pair of denim jeans, showing off his amazing body, which his current attire only alluded to.
She tried to remind herself that his amazing body was probably designed on a production line and intended to impress humanoids, just as much as her appearance was calculated to impress him, but where she used the gym to tone her ass and bought special push-up bras to fabricate better cleavage, his physique was effortless. She wanted to see all of it. Were there thousands of him on his home world? His eyes were silver and they belied the fact that he wasn’t quite human, although he seemed indistinguishable in any other way. Of course, there might be something under his clothing that proved he was cybernetic rather than flesh and blood, but she couldn’t see any obvious outlines, aside from the clear bulge of something in his pants.
She swallowed and dragged her thoughts back to the present. He’d read the information. He knew all about their galaxy, and she still knew nothing about his. She hoped he wouldn’t ask to see any of the planets on the list of places she wasn’t allowed to show him.
“What would you like to see first, sir?” she asked.
“Minos Kerala. It sounds highly intriguing.”
Zanthia forced herself not to raise an eyebrow. Minos Kerala was by no means prohibited, but with the whole galaxy at their disposal, why would he want to go to some crappy backwater planet whose main export was sunburn?
“But sir, if I might be so bold as to make a suggestion for your itinerary, the beautiful landscape of Nidia or the rolling fields of Telia II are considered far more delightful than Minos Kerala. I personally was born and raised on Nidia, and I can vouch for its delicate scenery and highly intellectually advanced people. Minos Kerala, I’m sorry to inform you, is a planet of vice with little cultural significance to the rest of the galaxy, sir.”
The cyborg did not speak for a moment, as if he were considering how to respond.
“I do not understand. You said you would show me anywhere I wished to see.” His tone sounded reproachful, but Zanthia knew robots had no feelings, and a cyborg was basically a complicated type of robot, so she must have been mistaken.
“But of course, sir,” she conceded. She didn’t want to be obstructive.
“Then I will set a course for Minos Kerala. Additionally, I have learned from reading the fiction that you gave me, that Unit 7090 Mark III is a long name for someone. I would like you to call me Mark. Or Daddy,” he said casually.
Zanthia’s eyes widened for a moment before she caught her expression and fixed it. What books had been on that tablet? Kerzon had selected them. She would have something to say when she next saw him. The reason Mark had wanted to go to Minos Kerala rather than Nidia was becoming abundantly clear. She knew that Minos Keralan culture shamelessly paraded BDSM and ageplay around as if such things were normal. On Nidia, however, people only had sex to reproduce, and they didn’t play such unseemly sex games, no matter how much they might want to. Why would a cyborg prefer to engage in that sort of thing rather than see all the architecture and orderly societies that were symbols of Nidia’s important colonial rule? It didn’t make any sense. Zanthia tried to calm her thoughts.
“Is there a problem?” Mark must have noticed that she was getting flustered. She silently cursed her lack of control around him. “You said you would be of service in any way I required. I wish to travel to Minos Kerala and experience BDSM and ageplay. The books you gave me indicated that these are part of Minos Keralan culture. Another book you gave me contained the saying, ‘try everything.’ I wish to travel to Minos Kerala and try everything, and I would like you to call me Daddy, so I can treat you as my little girl and experience this ageplay that was referred to in the books you gave me. The device that we sent into space, the one that played a message telling humanoids how to find us, recorded everything that happened around it and transmitted it to Spheron. I already gained an understanding of ageplay and daddies from listening to the transmitted conversations between Ralnar and Sarah Rowardennan, who found our device, and in the time that passed since I first was made, and taught about humanoid society through those recordings, I have become attached to the idea. First, however, I must set up some equipment in another room. I wish to examine you.”
Mark left her standing there, gobsmacked, as she struggled to come to terms with this bizarre change in circumstances. He wanted her to call him what while he did what? The threat of being posted to Pombos loomed in her future, and Zanthia wondered which would be the worse fate. Her rational side intervened before she caused a major diplomatic crisis.
Pombos, for years to come, would certainly be worse than putting up with this cyborg’s demands for however long this diplomatic mission lasted. Being a female diplomat on a planet where women weren’t allowed to do anything would mean years of being more ineffective and frustrated than she already felt. She resolved to do what he asked of her, for now. At least he was easy on the eye.
Understatement of the twenty-fourth century.
When he returned a few moments later, Zanthia had just about forced her brain to understand that this wasn’t about her; this was about making sure he had whatever he wanted, so that this meeting did not end in the AIs starting a war. As long as she was facilitating his needs, she was
ensuring his species didn’t wipe hers out.
“Please follow me, Zanthia; you will not need your clothing on my ship.” His tone betrayed no emotion, and Zanthia followed him.
Regardless of how important this mission was, she decided it was too far to expect her to walk naked around someone else’s spaceship. Her brain, used to the idea of separate beds for married couples, decided that he must have been trying to make a joke when he said it. When they reached a particular door, he turned. Was that the hint of a glare in his eyes?
Zanthia was trying to work out how, exactly, a cyborg could glare, when she found her dress being undone, falling open to reveal her black bra and panties.
“No, you mustn’t. This is considered offensive to biological life!” she protested, but he didn’t listen. Suddenly she was afraid, less for her own safety and more that she was close to losing her shit. Diplomats had been retired from active duty for refusing to do far worse things than being bared by a cyborg. Did Mark even have a sex drive?
He slid the dress down her arms until it tumbled to the floor, then he walked behind her and examined the underwear. Something about the cold, unemotional way he went about his work seemed to fill her tummy with butterflies. What did he plan to do with her? The full reality of her situation became apparent when he slid fingers into each bra cup. His touch was surprisingly warm, and for some reason, Zanthia found that reassuring.
A second later, she heard a clipping sound, then her bra fell away. All three straps had been cut. He slid his fingers into her panties and the clipping sound happened again, then all her underwear was in shreds on the floor. She blushed furiously with the humiliation of being naked and exposed, but he wasn’t done.
He stood to the side of her and wrapped one of his big arms across her chest, stilling her. Before she made sense of the position she was in, he swatted her bottom sharply, forcing her into his other arm, which was pressed against her breasts. She gasped in shock as it hurt more than she cared to admit.
The sting quickly turned into a warm glow that made her clit come alive, and she fought hard to suppress a moan. His hand landed again several more times, filling her with the sharp surprising sensation that transformed into a tingling heat that penetrated her soul. Her nipples pebbled against his bracing arm. Extremely embarrassed, she tried to hide how she felt as he spoke to her.
“When I give you an instruction, you are to follow it. You are to remain naked at all times on the ship. Do you understand? Answer, ‘yes, Daddy,’ or ‘No, Daddy.’” His voice was still impassive, but Zanthia knew this was a warning. Would he caution her again? What would he do that was worse than baring her and spanking her bottom?
“Yes, Daddy.” She stared at the floor, feeling exposed and vulnerable.
He opened the door and stood aside, saying, “I believe the custom is, ‘ladies first.’”
Zanthia held her breath as she stepped into the room. She frowned. It looked like a very advanced medical lab. There was a raised examination table in the middle of the room and some large devices rested against the metal walls. Around the sides of the examination table, restraining straps dangled ominously. The residual tingle in her bottom faded away as she considered this new information. Her stomach was suddenly full of butterflies, and it was all she could do not to show how afraid she was. Her body wanted to make her eyes pop out of her head then run far, far away in the opposite direction.
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Additional Books in the Twenty-Fourth Century Daddies Series
Her Daddy and Her Master
Only moments after first setting eyes on Laila, a desperate young woman fleeing from a backwater planet to avoid a forced marriage, Basil’s conscience drives him to offer her a place on his ship. Though his intervention draws the wrath of the powerful gangster who had sought to claim her, Laila’s innocence and beauty quickly capture Basil’s heart.
Despite her fear that they will one day tire of her, Laila delights in the attention of her rescuer and his partner, a huge, handsome half-elf named Flin. Taking on the role of her firm but loving daddy, Basil does not hesitate to spank Laila’s bare bottom whenever she is naughty, but she can also count on him to protect her, comfort her, and care for her as his little girl. Flin, on the other hand, sets out to teach Laila how pleasurable it can be to surrender herself completely to his stern, practiced dominance and his thorough, intimate mastery of her body.
Laila’s love for Basil and Flin grows deeper each day, and as painful memories of the past slowly begin to fade she finds herself looking forward to her future for the first time in her life. But with the ruthless criminal from whom she escaped still seeking to hunt her down, can her daddy and her master find a way to keep her safe?
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Her Cyborg Daddy
Zanthia is well-trained in the art of diplomacy, but she quickly finds herself in way over her head when she is assigned as the liaison for Unit 7090 Mark III, also known as Mark. The stunningly handsome, impossibly virile cyborg ambassador from an AI civilization has plans for his first encounter with a woman, and those plans include making Zanthia call him daddy, spanking her bare bottom when she is naughty, and enjoying her beautiful body in any way he pleases.
Though she is shocked by Mark’s demands, Zanthia soon finds herself quivering with desperate, shameful desire as she is stripped naked, restrained to an exam table, and brought to one helpless, blushing climax after another. That is only the beginning of her ordeal, and over the coming days Zanthia learns what it means to belong to a daddy who will not hesitate to explore even the most intimate and embarrassing of his little girl’s needs. But when Mark brings Zanthia with him to his world, will the arrival of a biological lifeform throw his civilization into chaos?
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When Andrew takes it upon himself to bathe her, Callie resists and quickly earns herself a painful, humiliating spanking, but to her surprise the punishment leaves her not only blushing with shame but also helplessly aroused and longing for the handsome laird to dominate her completely. Callie is further shocked when Andrew’s close friend, Brandon, returns to the castle and she learns that she will be expected to submit to him as well.
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