{"id":195,"date":"2014-12-17T17:09:46","date_gmt":"2014-12-17T22:09:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?page_id=195"},"modified":"2014-12-17T17:09:46","modified_gmt":"2014-12-17T22:09:46","slug":"jacked-in-transhumanist-erotica-edited-by-gabrielle-harbowy","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/circlet.com\/?page_id=195","title":{"rendered":"Jacked In: Transhumanist Erotica edited by Gabrielle Harbowy"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Genetic modification. Nanotech. Cybernetic implants, interfaces, and prosthetics. These are the tools of transhumanism, a movement which seeks to greatly enhance human potential through technology. And human innovation always finds a way to use new technology to enhance sex. The stories in Jacked In take place in the science-fictional future, the gritty reality depicted in cyberpunk, and even in a very near future that looks a lot like present-day, celebrating technology and sexuality by exploring human modifications that are repurposed \u2014 or purpose-built \u2014 for pleasure.<\/p>\n

Transhumanism is a movement focused on the radical extension of human life and capabilities\u2014mental, physical, and psychological. But what good is living longer, stronger, and harder if we\u2019re not playing longer, stronger, and harder, too? With heightened senses comes a hunger for sensory stimulation. In Jacked In<\/em>, readers can get a taste of what the future of sex might hold.<\/p>\n

Contents: <\/strong>
\nA Sweeter Science \u2013 Sasha Payne
\nA Trap Self-Sprung \u2013 Nalu Kalani
\nCheese \u2013 Nobilis Reed
\nDocking Maneuvers \u2013 Cynthia Hamilton
\nSweet Memories \u2013 J. Pape
\nUpgrade \u2013 Peter Tupper
\nTeneo, Tenere, Tenue \u2013 Peggy Barnett<\/p>\n

An Excerpt from \u201cDocking Maneuvers\u201d
\nby Cynthia Hamilton<\/p>\n

Serra Zhan refreshed the docking status glyph that hovered in the lower left corner of her vision. Still red. The counter beside it showed that she\u2019d been in the queue for 94 minutes. She\u2019d had to pee since minute 28, but she knew clearance would be authorized the moment she got settled in to heed nature\u2019s call. That was just the way these things worked.<\/p>\n

She would give it until minute 100. Then she would go, no matter what. She circled her thumb around the release catch of her safety harness, without applying the pressure needed to open it. Still nothing. The weight on her bladder felt exaggerated after a month in low-gravity transit. When she pressed her thighs together, the tingle of need was almost pleasant. In another six minutes, it might be a different story.<\/p>\n

\u201cVessel 4381, this is Bacchus Station Operations. You are cleared for docking bay four.\u201d<\/p>\n

A click of Serra\u2019s teeth activated her subcutaneous microphone. \u201cStars bless you, Bacchus Operator. I owe you a drink.\u201d<\/p>\n

She initiated her landing sequence. The operator left his mic on so that she could hear his chuckle. He had a pleasant, smooth voice. \u201cYou won\u2019t have time for me, 4381. Not according to your manifest. Your cargo\u2019s going to make you a lot of new friends out here.\u201d<\/p>\n

Serra grinned to herself. She didn\u2019t know the specifics of what she carried in her cargo hold; knowing that it was a shipment of specialty merchandise for Raine\u2019s shop on Bacchus Station, pleasure hub of the outer rim, was enough.<\/p>\n

The airlock took thirty minutes to cycle. Serra visited the head, made herself presentable, and then second-guessed her outfit and made herself presentable again. She set her hair to black and picked an abstract starry pattern for the nano-ink on her back, perfectly framed by the backless shirt that accompanied her leather pants and stompy boots.<\/p>\n

When she descended the ramp, a familiar face was waiting for her, above a familiar pair of open arms. She shifted her overnight bag on her shoulder and stepped into Raine\u2019s hug, breathing in the modded champagne scent of her snow white hair and feeling the softness of the full breasts pressed against her own flat chest.<\/p>\n

It was no coincidence that Raine\u2019s was the most popular and profitable shop on Bacchus. She looked stunning in a casual blue cashmere mini-dress and heels.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou look great,\u201d Raine said. \u201cYou haven\u2019t changed a bit.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhich is it?\u201d Serra\u2019s quip earned her a swat to the ass that made her squeak in surprise.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat, it can\u2019t be both?\u201d Raine challenged, pulling back to let Serra see her arched eyebrow. She\u2019d had her eyes pigmented silver to match her hair, giving her an inscrutable gaze that stood out boldly against her dark skin.<\/p>\n

Serra linked arms with the shopkeeper and nudged her toward the transport lifts. \u201cSo, are you going to tell me what I\u2019ve spent the last month bringing you, or are you going to keep me in suspense?\u201d<\/p>\n

They stepped into the lift and Raine pressed the button for her level. The pad recognized her fingertips and blinked white. \u201cYou really didn\u2019t look?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou told me not to!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know. But, you listened to me?\u201d<\/p>\n

Serra felt her face flush. \u201cI\u2019m annoying that way.\u201d The lift opened and she skipped a step to catch up to Raine. \u201cAnd you didn\u2019t answer my question.\u201d<\/p>\n

Raine smirked over at Serra. \u201cI\u2019m annoying that way.\u201d<\/p>\n

* * * *<\/p>\n

Raine could have had separate quarters if she\u2019d wanted to, but she preferred to live in a suite of rooms just off of her shop. Serra remembered that from her last visit, but apparently her friend had done quite well for herself in the couple of years-subjective since Serra had last been on Bacchus.<\/p>\n

One room was exquisitely fitted out as a dungeon, and the bathroom had a real tub for soaking. Serra couldn\u2019t remember the last time she\u2019d soaked in a tub. Raine followed her gaze, then playfully twitched her nose. \u201cHow long since your last shower?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWith running water?\u201d Serra asked, delighting in needling right back. She could sponge and wipe, in transit. It wasn\u2019t the same, but she knew she smelled just fine. \u201cAbout a month-subjective, give or take.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s a year for me,\u201d Raine protested with mock horror. \u201cGet in. Make bubbles. Take your time. It\u2019ll be a little while before the treats are delivered from your ship, anyway.\u201d She opened a cupboard and pulled out a ridged probe with a flanged end. Serra felt a tingling surge through her nethers, and this time it wasn\u2019t her bladder.<\/p>\n

Under Raine\u2019s cool eyes, she eased her shirt off her shoulders. The charcoal synth-silk pooled at her hips for a moment, then slid down her legs to the floor. She took her time, caressing her flesh as she bared it. Hers wasn\u2019t the only torment that could be drawn out.<\/p>\n

Serra\u2019s internal thermostat automatically adjusted for her nudity, but she dialed it back far enough for her nipples to harden and ache. She shivered, unaccustomed to feeling cold, but turned it into a shimmy to bounce her small breasts. Raine smirked, but crossed her arms impatiently.<\/p>\n

Soon there was no more clothing to unzip or peel off. Now Serra felt the true inequity of her situation. She was nude, Raine was clothed. She was a hauler of cargo, her body hard and lean; Raine dealt in pleasure and luxury, and had the softer curves to match a softer life. Serra bent forward, hands braced on the wall for balance, and willed her clenched-up ass to relax.<\/p>\n

The first touch she felt was the light scratch of fingernails, making her shiver again. Down her back, tracing her nano-ink stars, drawing constellations on her skin. Over the tight curves of her ass, continuing down the backs of her legs to the sensitive spot behind her knees\u2026 then up the insides of her thighs. Serra whimpered and spread her legs a little more. It had only been a month since she\u2019d been touched by another living person, but it had been a long month.<\/p>\n

Slick, warm pressure slid down between her buttocks and pressed at her tight entrance. All the resistance and thought drained out of her body and she pressed back eagerly, moaning as the ridged toy filled her ass. Once it was fully lodged, it began a rolling vibration.<\/p>\n

\u201cDocking maneuvers complete, Captain Zhan. Now into the tub,\u201d Raine said with a swat to Serra\u2019s ass that made her gasp. \u201cIt\u2019s waterproof, and it\u2019ll give you a nasty shock if you come without me. This is just the appetizer. I\u2019ll go check on the progress of the main course.\u201d Her heels clicked on the tile, and the door slid closed.<\/p>\n

Serra dialed the thermostat and started the water. The bubble baths in the dispenser were labeled with names that gave her no hint of their scents; to someone used to living on the bare necessities, each sounded more absurd than the last. Sweet Surrender, Sunset Serenade, Midnight Hunt, Sinful Caress\u2026 She finally selected one called Moonlit Muse. How bad could moonlight smell?<\/p>\n

Pearly cream mixed into the water flow, soon filling the tub with generous bubbles. The scent wasn\u2019t bad, really, and not overpowering. It had a subtlety Serra hadn\u2019t dared to hope for on Bacchus.<\/p>\n

She stepped in gingerly, keeping her balance despite the distracting buzz that filled her ass and seemed to sweep her concentration away. It shifted pattern when she sank down into the tub, only maintaining a rhythm long enough for her to get used to it, and then changing again. She leaned back, enjoying her soak, meditating to the shifting thrum and beat of the little motor inside her. Her hand drifted down her flat belly, fingers curling to the shape of her mound and gently brushing her clit\u2013<\/p>\n

And it stopped. She sighed, and made herself relax in the warm, silky water. Her ass clenched around the toy as if trying to bring it back to life again, to squeeze another few moments of rolling pleasure out of it.<\/p>\n

Just when she\u2019d made herself forget about the needy knot of pressure, the toy whirred to life: short, firm pulses. When she\u2019d counted to five of them, they gave way to that rolling buzz she enjoyed so much, the force of it moving from base to tip and back. Just a few more seconds, and that alone would be enough to\u2026 she didn\u2019t care if it shocked her afterward, she was so close to\u2026<\/p>\n

It stopped.<\/p>\n

A long litany of muttered curses reverberated off the bathroom walls and hung in the air. As if on cue, the door slid open.<\/p>\n

\u201cAll warmed up and ready to see what you brought me?\u201d The white-haired temptress entered with a glossy black and crystal box in her hands. The packaging alone probably cost enough to feed someone planet-side for a week.<\/p>\n

Serra arched one eyebrow. \u201cIs it a towel?\u201d<\/p>\n

Raine stroked the lid. \u201cOh, no. This will make you wetter, not drier.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cReally? I think I\u2019m already as wet as I can be.\u201d She splashed with one of her feet, toes darting briefly up above the surface of the bubbles.<\/p>\n

Raine approached and set the box on the lip of the tub, opening the top and tilting it down for Serra to see. Serra frowned. She didn\u2019t like playing with strap-ons, and Raine knew it. She had complained, in the pillow-time on her last visit, that she couldn\u2019t feel anything through them, and would rather use her hands. Raine hadn\u2019t seemed to mind.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll like this one, I assure you. Go on\u2026 take it. It\u2019s yours to keep.\u201d<\/p>\n

It was a pretty strap-on, to be sure, with a smooth harness that seemed just right to cup a woman\u2019s curves and a phallus shaped to find a G-spot, but still\u2026<\/p>\n

Serra lifted it out of the box with wet hands, turning it this way and that to inspect it. Her ass plug went quiet as she examined this new toy. Perhaps it was also curious. Or just jealous. She liked the idea of making the cruel little thing jealous, so she stroked the silvery synth-skin in the curve of her hand. It felt almost warm to the touch, and she wondered what it would feel like inside her.<\/p>\n

\u201cThere\u2019s a sensor pad inside the harness,\u201d Raine instructed. \u201cPress your thumb there and link it up.\u201d<\/p>\n

Holding the thing by the, well\u2026 by the convenient handle, she supposed, Serra turned it. Sure enough, a glossy spot on the matte interior curve, right about where her clit would be if she were wearing the thing, blinked with a subtle light. She touched her thumb pad to it and the info screen popped up on her HUD, scrolling some generic \u201cthank you for choosing our product\u201d text and instructional diagrams. It had multiple settings for changing the texture, color, curve, and pliancy of the phallus, and an automatic mode to adjust its dimensions to the recipient\u2019s orifice of choice. She scrolled through the texture menu and felt it go from smooth to ridged to bumpy to a moving combination of textures against her hand.<\/p>\n

\u201cI can see why you wanted these. You\u2019ll be sold out in a day,\u201d Serra said.<\/p>\n

Raine only smirked. \u201cJust wait. Put it on.\u201d<\/p>\n

(To read the rest, download JACKED IN today!)<\/em><\/p>\n

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