Perfect Bride

Courtesans of the Apocalypse

Also available in the Courtesans of the Apocalypse collection

A century into the future and not much has changed. Sure, the atmosphere has gotten worse and half the world is now beach property. But money still talks and, if you're rich enough, there's never been a better time to be alive. Custom-made bodies, designer drugs, pleasure is as close as the length of a physician's needle.

Executive Zhao Wah spent a small fortune for a genetically made-to-order bride. Yet, months into their marriage, he still can't make her climax. So it's off to what he thinks is an exclusive clinic specializing in sexually reticent women.

That is until he finds himself locked against his will in a room with a naked woman strapped down in a chair!

Excerpt from Inside

The agency was not as I expected. It started out routinely enough. My presence was required at the facility while Tsin underwent certain testing. What the tests consisted of, they would not say. They sat me down in a stale, uninspired waiting room and left me there for two hours. When someone returned, it was not with my blushing bride in tow.

It was a purina in a white lab coat who came to collect me. She introduced herself as Jessica and, despite all her anglo blood, I found her oddly attractive. She wasn’t as big and lumbering as is common. And her legs were long with dangerously high heels accentuating the curve of her calf. I followed her like a docile lamb to slaughter as she led me down a series of hallways and explained that the problem did not appear to be with Tsin.

She stopped in front of a chrome-polished door and placed two fingertips against my elbow.

“You see,” she explained. “We were able to make her climax with little difficulty.”

A whiplash smile followed her explanation and the rest of her hand closed around my elbow as she pushed open the door and dragged me into a room before the import of her words could take full effect.

The room was no more than a large closet, a darkened glass partition serving as a fourth wall. A set of controls jutted from it. Jessica ran her hand over one of the controls and the glass became transparent. A young woman was on the other side. She wore a partial mask but I guessed by her body that she was only a little older than Tsin. She was naked and strapped down in a chair. A cluster of tubes—some rubber, others thin steel—were aimed at her exposed genitals.

“It’s a relief, really,” Jessica said, her fingers playing over the control panel. In the next room, the young woman jerked as a spray of water pounded against the fragile dangle of her clit.

“Frigidity in the wife is a more difficult issue than...” she paused, seemed to measure my mood, and then continued, “any retraining the husband might require.”

“This woman,” she said and nodded at the figure in the chair as a second tube wiggled from the rhythmic puffs of air Jessica controlled, “has been with us several months. She’s close to reformed...perhaps this session with you will send you both home happy.”

Jessica was turning from the panel, her hand passing over the door’s release sensor, and I grabbed the sleeve of her lab coat.

“What you’re saying—”

“I’m saying that your wife is waiting for you, Mr. Wah. Waiting for you to take her home and give her the first thorough fucking of your marriage,” she answered with typical purina bluntness. “You just have a few tasks to accomplish before then.”

And then she was gone and through the door so fast, my hand hadn’t even reached the release sensor before I realized she had locked me in.

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Author's note: This 7,000+ word erotic science future short is for readers intrigued by transhumanism and genetic modification.