Night fell, a sandstorm raged beyond the glass, turning the city into an orange blur. Ahmed loved storms, he said they matched the chaos he created in my body.
He led me to the observatory deck on floor 80, a circular room with a domed ceiling that could project any sky. Tonight, it showed the storm in real time, lightning cracking over the dunes.
In the center, the sybian. Modified, of course, his engineers had added biometric sensors, a f*****g machine arm, and a collar-sync that adjusted intensity to my heartbeat automatically.
“Mount it,” he said.
I straddled the beast. The dildo attachment was huge, a veined silicone, already slick with lube. A secondary arm held a c**t sucker. Ahmed secured my ankles to the base, and my wrists to a bar above my head. Blindfold back on.
“The safe
