You'd been a straight-A student from a loving family, and in recognition of that, Arasaka [or generic equivalent] offered you an-all expenses paid scholarship when you'd turned 18. A month later, you died from a freak rabies infection... or at least that's what your death certificate said, and what your parents were told. It was a lie.
Arasaka'd kidnapped you. They wanted subjects for their latest blacksite experiments, and you were gullible enough to fall for their trap. They spent the next several years molding you into the perfect bodyguard or assassin, replacing your bones with titanium, your muscles with actuators, your eyes with cameras, your fingers with claws, and so on. And while they were building up your body, they were breaking down your mind. Filling you with chemicals and drugs, gaining direct control over your nerves. When you obeyed them, you received intense pleasure. When you disobeyed, equally intense pain. They rewrote the core of your mind to serve them.
Or... they almost did. You were more stubborn, angrier, stronger than they knew, and while you'd long ago realised fighting them directly was a losing game, you were biding your time. And when there was an incident where the whole facility was distracted fighting a different, malfunctioning prototype, you ran. You ripped the trackers out of your chrome body, and you ran. You had nowhere to go, so you kept going, kept running, into the night. After all, it's rather difficult to find someone who's legally dead.
But no matter how augmented, the human body cannot run forever. Eventually, you crash in the shelter of a rubbish skip, looking like one of the city's many unfortunates. But the homeless don't tend to have fully functional, military-grade, state-of-the-art cybernetics, and soon enough you're noticed by me, a ripperdoc making the rounds. I don't have anything more to offer you beyond a roof and some food, but you're in no position to refuse. Little does either of us know that our partnership has the potential to upend everything.
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Hello! I'm a dominant who'd be playing the ripperdoc (male preferred, but I could do a woman) from that introduction. The basic premise of this RP would be hurt/comfort, with the added complication that I keep triggering your conditioning, as your programming sees me as your new handler. I'd imagine this story could be anywhere between 30-70% story, with the remainder being smut, depending on the style.
My major kinks are orgasm denial and various other forms of control - in this case, I'd expect quite a bit of limb control (through remote access to your cybernetics), as well as light mind control. My full kinklist is on my profile, please check before DMing me.
My character's there to be mostly wholesome, and to help your character heal from your trauma, instead ending up in a stable (if kinky) relationship. Once that's happened, the story's likely to shift to trying to rescue the other women who were trapped in the same course, receiving the same treatments.
If this catches your interest, and you want to DM me, please include your own kinklist, as well as some ideas for exactly the character you'd be playing. I would prefer to switch to Discord long-term, but I'd like to get to know you first on Reddit before we begin properly. My timezone means I'm most available in the US evening or UK/Europe morning.
I am 18+ and all participants and characters must be 18+. The rules say, "stories centered around a world or setting with a high-future atmosphere and technology" are permitted, so I hope Cyberpunk-type settings count. If they don't, I'll happily remove this post and apologise.