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Captive: A Dark Cyborg Romance by Loki Renard

I hid, but he found me. Now he is going to breed me.

I was there the moment he awakened. I saw the pain and rage in his eyes as they experimented on him. Now he is free, and he has come to claim me, to use me, and to breed me.

He has no concept of boundaries or limits. He will not be gentle. He will take me hard and savagely, over and over, and if I resist he will punish me as shamefully as he sees fit.

He is going to make me beg for mercy… and then he is going to make me beg for more.




Publisher’s Note: Captive includes spankings and sexual scenes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.

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Author: Loki Renard

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Length: 41,100 words


“You will be caged,” he says. “You will be leashed. You are mine and I will keep you.”

Now isn’t the time to argue, so I don’t. I sit there and I hope he takes mercy on me, and I hope whatever punishment an angry cyborg comes up with is something I can take.

“I will not lose you,” he says, running his fingers through my hair in a gentle caress that I lean into, so grateful for it. “You cannot be trusted. You are like an eager little puppy, getting into everything, creating trouble for the one who cares for her.”

His hands take hold of me by the arms and legs and he gently, but firmly, turns me over his lap. I lay still, obedient as I can as his palm smoothes over my bottom and then lands in a slap that is not as hard as it could be, not by a long way.

“Bad little girl,” he growls, spanking me with swift little stinging swats. I know this can’t be the whole punishment. He is warming me up, and I am grateful for it.

“I’m sorry,” I squeak. His palm is peppering my cheeks with light taps. Then it stops and I feel him pull one cheek away from the other. I hear the click of something opening, and then I feel a cool dab of gel against my bottom hole.

“Bad little girls get their anuses fucked,” he tells me, pushing a hard finger against that tight bud.

“I don’t want to be bad,” I gasp.

“You can be good right now by relaxing,” he says, pushing that finger harder still until the ring of muscle gives way and allows his digit to slide into that wet little hole, replete with lubricant. I can feel how desperately my ass grips his finger, and how easily he can take that hole of mine.

“Tell me what I’m going to do to you,” he prompts me. I know what the answer is, even though I don’t want to.

“You’re going to fuck me… there…”

“Say the word.”

“You’re going to fuck my ass.”

He’s pushing his finger in and out of my bottom, drawing lubricant back and forth, forcing my anus to relax for him.


“Because I disobeyed you, and I put myself… us both… in danger.”

“That’s right,” he says, making my bottom hole sting as he slips a second finger in. “Now say that all together.”

“You… you’re going to fuck my ass because I disobeyed you,” I whimper.

“I’m going to fuck your tight asshole because it’s mine,” he growls. “Just like the rest of you is mine. Mine to protect. Mine to have. You are not going anywhere, Lilly.”

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