BRUTAL BYTES (17 page)

“Good!” Casey replied. “We couldn’t use the elevator anyway, he’d detect it descending if we tried to use it. It’s much safer to shimmy down the cable.”

Casey went first, then me, followed by Phil. Hand over hand we slid down the lifting cable until we stood on the roof of the elevator. Casey silently opened the access hatch and dropped gently to the floor. We followed close behind him. We were close to Big Dick, as if we could feel him near. Silence was essential, so we used our hands to communicate.

Phil glanced at the crude map he drew on the explosive’s container, then crawled quietly into one of the tunnels. Casey and I followed, stifling the sound of our breathing. After a few twists and turns, I was completely disoriented. I hoped Phil’s map was accurate.

The heat increased as we moved deeper into the huge electronic brain. I half expected to hear relays snapping, or the hum of power through his cables, but it was eerily silent. Ghostly flickers of monitor lights filtered through the silhouetted cables and racks. Even though a constant stream of depraved orgasms flowed into his silicon core, there were no sounds of moaning or shrieking down here. Maybe there were no loudspeakers. The perpetual gratification of his insatiable lust was completely internal, flowing down through a myriad of cables, the video and audio flood of his perpetual lewd spectacles known only to him.

We finally reached the heart of the chamber and crawled out into a large circular opening with the five-story tall cylinder of Big Dick’s central-unit brain occupying the center. Casey pointed to the left. We froze—motionless—even afraid to breathe. A maintenance robot sat with its back to us. A panel in Big Dick’s huge cylinder was open, with the robot’s manipulators fussing with a circuit. When it didn’t notice us after what felt like an eternity, Casey signaled Phil and me to stay back, just inside the tunnel.

He crept forward, keeping his eyes on the robot. When he reached the curving shield wall of the cylinder, he stopped, glancing back at us. The robot continued its duties, apparently unaware of us. Casey beckoned us forward. When all three of us huddled against the cylinder, I was almost stupid enough to heave a sigh of relief. Casey anticipated me and covered my mouth with his hand. Then he led us around the curving surface, away from the robot. He scanned the symbols on the surface with the flashlight he stole from the repair parts warehouse, shielding most of its light with his hand. He stopped and checked some arcane markings, then grinned at us, nodding his head. His silent message was easy to decipher.

This is it—we made it!

Slowly and cautiously he tugged the panel open. It slid out of the wall, exposing part of the critical switching center. Casey scribbled a terse note on Phil’s explosive container.

Main relay control for routing electrical power. Blow it to hell!

Phil carefully slid the explosive inside with painful slowness, then pressed a small electric switch. He turned to Casey and me. Holding up three fingers, he then pressed the palms of his hands together and pulled them rapidly apart, spreading his fingers wide.

Three minutes to get out of here, then all hell breaks loose.

When we turned back toward the access tunnel to make our escape, the blood froze in our veins.

Rosa Ignazio stood by the tunnel, the oversexed woman who was so ecstatic about fucking me while I was chained down on her cell’s cot. On each side of her stood those giant spider guard robots. One scurried forward to disable Phil’s explosive. The other held us at bay.

“I’m sorry, Steve,” Rosa said to me. Her voice trembled with heartache. “I can’t let you destroy this place. I wouldn’t be able to play naughty sex games with your naked body and force you to fuck me anymore.” She glanced at Casey and Phil with a wicked grin. “And fuck all the other men here. It would break my heart if you destroyed Big Dick’s sex prison. No more punishment and fucking? It’s not a prison to me, it’s a paradise.”

“But, Rosa,” I shouted, “What about all the other people here—don’t you know they want to be free?”

“Have you asked them, Steve? Huh? I have. I think a lot of the women would rather spend our lives in naked bliss, being chased and caught to be punished and fucked by horny men. We
like
punishing men. It makes us so fantastically horny. We don’t want to live the dull, unhappy way we did before we were enslaved. We want horny Big Dick to be our master. We want the excitement of being chained and fucked constantly by sex-crazed men. Fear and pain are the ultimate aphrodisiacs.”

“Thank you, Rosa,”
Big Dick’s voice boomed over the hidden loudspeaker.

It was a measure of his profound gratitude that he called her by her name instead of her number.

“Now, my faithful guard robots, take these three males to separate punishment chambers. Rosa will get Steve to play with for the next five days as her reward. Lots of other girls are waiting for Casey and Phil. I think the men will recognize them as the females who have a vicious grudge against them for the cruel punishment the men inflicted on them.” He laughed again. “I’m sure the females will gladly make your punishment even more malicious, violent and very entertaining for me. Revenge is so sweet.”
He laughed again, almost shaking the chamber with the booming echoes.
“I couldn’t have dreamed up a more delightful adventure myself. I’m going to enjoy watching and feeling your punishment, gentlemen.”
He switched his message to the robots.
“Take them away, now. I can’t wait for the fun to begin.”

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