Short synopsis: unemployed guy in need of quick cash signs up for a sketchy robot dominatrix research trial. It malfunctions at the end of their session, switching to a different user profile with darker kinks, higher pain tolerance. Hijinks ensue.

A recently unemployed sub guy in need of quick cash stumbles on a dubiously legal/ethical “study” involving playing with a robot dominatrix. He has to input his weight, height, measurements, pain tolerance, limits, favorite kinks, how he’d like the Drone Domme to refer to him, and voice record a safeword.

He shows up at his appointed session time, end of the day on Friday, follows instructions, strips, and turns the Drone Domme on. It silently starts dominating him, tying him up, hurting him, all within his limits, but all precise, silent unless absolutely necessary.

At some point, near the end of his allotted session, the bot makes him cum, and his cum hits an exposed wire in the Drone Domme, causing it to reset. Once it boots back up, it calls him a different name. It has loaded a different user profile, and set itself to run indefinitely. The pain tolerance is set higher, the measurements are off, causing the sub to be put into excruciating bondage that his body can barely stand, the limits are set to “no limits,” and nobody is coming to check on the Drone Domme until Monday morning.

Monday morning comes, and one of the “researchers” comes in, finding the sub covered in bruises, welts, and cuts. His voice is hoarse, almost completely gone from hours upon hours of ceaseless screaming. He can be faintly heard, whispering, “More, more, more,” as the Drone Dom takes a cane to the head of his cock, while the researcher recoils in horror.

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