Toria and her father are two of England's greatest machinists, designing all manner of intriguing devices. When the war comes to Europe, the machinists' talents are put to other uses. Her majesty's government has built a strange new war machine, a clockwork, many-tentacled behemoth that could win the war for England. The only problem is finding someone to test it. Her father is too old, but Toria is young, and an expert machinist in her own right. When the government leaves her alone to test out the clockwork tentacles as she sees fit, however, Toria realizes that this machination is useful for more than just war...
Caution: This 6000 word story contains tentacles, robots, and all manner of sexual language. It is meant for only for the most seasoned of readers, with the heartiest of constitutions!
Excerpt: "'Shake my hand.' She ordered it. A single black tentacle unfurled toward her, and the machine’s hulk crept closer until the narrow tip of the thing was exactly at her hand. Victoria curled her fingers around the rubbery tendril, and as gracefully as any country gentleman, she shook the thing’s 'hand'. Toria felt good bumps shoot up her arm as she did. It was strange to think that despite its almost organic fluidity, it was only just a device.
Victoria’s mind began to go to strange places. The isolation of her situation emboldened her....She turned around, her back to the device. “Undo this stifling corset for me.”
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