Steampunk + Robo-Horror (April 24th)

⚙️ Three stories. Three unholy calibrations. All of them metal, messy, and merciless.

Need a dystopian domme cop who believes in cock-based justice?
A sweat-slick mechanic who “stress tests” her android like it’s a personal vibrator?
Or maybe you're just aching to be repurposed—mounted, milked, and made into a glorified cum battery by a twelve-foot war machine with no safeties?

Good. You’re filthy enough to enter the bay.

This post includes:

? Second Offense — You ran. She chased. Now you’re cuffed and getting your overdue "discipline" from the futa cop who’s been edged for weeks. She’s not here to arrest you. She’s here to ruin you.

? Field Calibration — A routine tune-up turns into a system override as your favorite grease-stained mechanic climbs aboard and recalibrates every twitching inch of your overworked shaft. You’ll be synced, stroked, and field-certified—screaming.

?️ Reclamation Protocol — You were sent to deactivate rogue bots. Instead, you get drag-throated by a radioactive cock, then welded to a walking siege engine who fucks you mid-patrol. You’re not escaping. You’re not recovering. You are the sheath now.

Expect:
? Throat fucking.
? Belly bulging.
? Piston-pounding, servo-screaming, post-industrial horror sex that calls you “technician” while stuffing you full of reactor cum.

(All characters 18+. All encounters fully consensual in-universe. All readers assumed broken, brave, or both.)

Welcome to the forge.

Your body’s the tool.

And they’re not done using it.