Free Breathing Vapor by Cynthia Sax

father gave me these.” She touched a strand of her pale white hair. “Hmmm…I seem to have lost a sun stone.”
    “Only you could say that and not care, lucky female.” Lydna’s laughter was brittle. “Showing up here with hunky cyborgs on your arms.”
    “Yes. Where are yours?” She patted Vapor’s stomach. Pleasure radiated from her touch. “I expected to see some cyborgs at the door. They’re what every being is bringing to events this solar cycle.”
    The other female eyed him. “I wasn’t aware that they were available for private purchase.”
    “Darling, everything is available for purchase. Look at it.” Mira spread Vapor’s chest covering, revealing more of his skin. “It’s a must-have.” She stroked his abs. “You can dress it up any way you like. I recommend having two.” She pulled Thrasher closer. “See how thin I appear, standing between them.”
    “They are large.” Lydna tentatively touched Vapor’s stomach and every cell in his body rebelled. He didn’t want another female’s hands on him. “And dangerous.”
    “Dangerous?” Mira scoffed. “They’re machines. They follow our instructions.”
    Lydna appeared skeptical.
    “Would I do this to a dangerous being?” That was all of the warning Mira gave him before she slapped him hard across the face.
    He maintained his blank expression. Barely.
    Lydna gasped.
    Mira, Vapor’s insane female, laughed. “See? It’s harmless.”
    “Harmless.” Lydna tweaked his left nipple. Vapor didn’t react. She pinched him harder.
    Harmless , Thrasher mocked. Wait until I transmit this to Ace.
    We’re not to relay any of the details of this mission. Vapor was now grateful for Mira’s peculiar request. We gave our word.
    He stared straight ahead while Lydna abused him, breaking skin, leaving bruises.
    Mira mocked the beings around them, cruel in her observations. She intentionally nurtured the hatred toward her. Vapor didn’t know why.
    Lydna slid her fingers downward, over his cloth-covered cock. He redirected his attention to her, mentally preparing himself for more torment.
    “It’s huge.” She unabashedly felt him up, tracing his shaft and his cock head through the thin material of his ass covering.
    Vapor felt disgust, not arousal. She wasn’t his female. She had no right to touch him.
    “It’s not functional?” She cupped his balls and Vapor gritted his teeth.
    “It isn’t interested in sex,” Mira blithely lied.
    She knew blasted well he was interested in breeding. He’d have her bent over a horizontal support, his cock in her pussy by the end of the planet rotation.
    If he survived her friend’s grip. Lydna squeezed his balls hard, the agony she inflicted upon him almost bringing Vapor to his knees.
    “That’s a good thing.” Mira’s tone was bored. “Why would any being want it to function in that way? It’s a machine.”
    “Oh.” Lydna yanked her hands away from him. “Yes, no being would want that.”
    The female we’re accompanying wants that. Thrasher pointed out. What game is the Designer’s daughter playing?
    No being knows. Vapor moved his gaze to Mira’s beautiful face.
    “This conversation is becoming tedious,” she declared. “I need another beverage.” She flounced away without a backward glance. Vapor and Thrasher trailed after her, surveying the crowd for possible danger.
    They hadn’t moved far before another female approached them. Mira worked cyborgs into the conversation, positioning them as a necessary fashion addition.
    Is she planning to sell us? Thrasher asked as a female caressed his ass.
    Vapor’s lips flattened. He wouldn’t be a toy for some bored female’s amusement. He was a cyborg, one of the top warriors in the universe, designed to kill.
    The female placed her palm on his cloth-covered cock, her action making a mockery of his thoughts, of his pride. As she chatted with Mira, she stroked him up and down.
    He felt nothing, only humiliation and anger.
    Mira, the being