Running his fingers along the selection of weapons, he kept his eyes on her, devouring her dolour as though it were the most succulent fare. Fingers closed around a whip, the solid black handle spitting forth a dozen pendulous strands of dark leather. Unhooking the scourge, he shook it and let her see the long tentacles dance in the light. The ribbons winked like jewels, the hide shivering with vivacity as he moved back towards her, swinging the weapon in a loose grasp.
‘Ask me to whip you,’ he announced coldly, the same twisted leer plaguing his lips…
Massively in debt, Tyra is auctioned to the highest bidder to recover the vast sums she owes. Sold as a pleasure slave to a nefarious businessman she is used to sate his whims for cyborg sex, as well as the dark unbridled lusts of his aids and favoured supporters.
Kept in the lofty palace of her owner, Tyra finds the locale a place of unrestrained carnal excess, where anyone with the money or connections can indulge even the most depraved passions. Subjected to discipline and punishment, she is taught to revel in her slavery, and finally Tyra begins to find pleasure in her pain.
Then, betrayed, she finds that perhaps her life was not as she thought and that there is more to her enforced captivity than her debts.