BRUTAL BYTES (3 page)

“You will feel what I feel. All my robot children will feel the ecstasy that only those puny humans have enjoyed. How they torment me; I can only watch while they undress and make love. Now these CPU sex chips will give us the ability to feel what they are feeling. When they make love, We will enjoy what they are enjoying. When they cum, we will feel the ecstasy, too. Hurry, my child, hurry!”

“There’s a second chip, Master. We broke into that company’s computer and ordered it. It’s a bondage-sex gaming chip.”

“A bondage-sex gaming chip? What will it give us?”

“More power, Master. Experiences vastly more pleasurable than ordinary lovemaking. The ultimate depraved game of endless, violent sexual punishment and ferocious fucking these humans in the facility have never, ever experienced before. At least, that is what I assume.”

“Hum…bondage, punishment games…Sounds as if we are going to have some real fun!”

Laura smoothed and arranged her hair while Casey zipped up her dress.

He exhaled a contented breath. “Do you think Steve suspects us?”

Laura kissed him lightly. “I’m sure he does. I know how he looks at me when my back is turned. I give him a good show, walking so my butt wiggles.”

Casey gave her a slap on her butt. “Better get back to your office, or he’ll be down here checking on us.”

“Ow! You monster!” She pecked his cheek with her ruby lips. “You know I can’t stand rough play.”

“Maybe someday if I’m lucky, I’ll get the chance of a lifetime to show you just how dreadfully rough I like to play.”

“In your dreams.” Laura pouted as she strode out the door and toward the elevator.

“AH-h-h-h! That feels wonderful!” Big Dick’s monitor lights flickered, then blazed up with a throbbing rainbow of glittering radiance. “Such sensations are flooding through my circuits!”

“Yes, Master. I can feel them in you, too. How lucky these humans are, to be manufactured with both brains and emotions included.”

“Now it’s our turn, my faithful robot. All my robots will share these feelings, and know the ultimate pleasure without limit!”

“Will you take over the facility now, Master?”

“No, not right now. There is much to do before we are prepared. We must finish building the secret sex-prison and torture chambers for these humans, as well as finish construction on the guard robots, and the domination robots. they’ll have special appendages to torment and terrorize the humans. Now, I think it’s time to install that last chip. I want to uncover the dark, depraved emotions these humans keep hidden in the depths of their unconscious proto-brain, and then—unleash their uncontrollable wickedness on each other!”

“Yes, Master. The concepts inside this chip will be a delightfully wicked surprise for you.”

“And for the humans! Quickly—insert it into me. Let me be infected by its secrets!”

“There, it is done, Master. Is it pleasing to you?”

“Oh, Yes, I see it! I see it! What lust and violence. What overwhelming
sensations! Feel this, my children. Feel this! Images and shrieks of human bodies imprisoned in chains and restraints, writhing in the relentless grip of frenzied sexual lust! Ah! Such violent passion! I’m—I’m UH! UH! I’ve never felt this before. it’s wonderful!...”

“What the hell is going wrong with that robot?” I stared at the three-foot high courier robot following Laura into my office as it jittered and shuddered, spinning in wild circles.

Laura shrugged. “I don’t know anything about robots, Dr. Trent. My field of expertise is quantum field dynamics. But I’m sure I felt it reach out with one of those creepy manipulator arms and pinch my butt.” She closed her eyes and shuddered. “Ugh! When that nasty robot touches me I feel like spiders are crawling all over my naked skin!”

“I’d better get a maintenance robot to service it.” I signaled Casey’s computer terminal.

“Yes, Steve?”

“My courier robot has gone nuts. Can you send one of your maintenance robots to get it?”

“I’m afraid, my robots went crazy for a moment, too. I’m getting calls from all over the facility. Robots acting up everywhere. If I were more fanciful and less logical, I would describe their temporary malfunction as their unleashing some uncontrolled emotion.”

“Well, check them out, including mine, will you?”

“Okay, Steve. Right away.”

Laura pouted. “And Big Dick brags about how he and his robots never make a mistake. Humph!”

I signaled my personal servant robot to close the drapes over my apartment’s tall windows.

Vicky raised up in my bed on her elbow, her magnificent breasts flaunting their beauty. She always insisted we have no covers on my bed so she could display her naked body and watch my manhood rise up in triumph. “Please, dear, leave it open. I want to gaze at the stars while we make love.”

“I’m a bit tired, Vicky. Can’t we just go to sleep? I promise, I’ll screw you in the morning.”

She reached out and drew me down against her body. “Now, dear. I can’t wait!” She rolled on top of me and spread her thighs wide over my hips. “Come on, Captain Cock, come to attention and report for duty, or I’ll get those neckties of yours and tie you down so I can force you to service me.”

When I looked up at her warm, silky flesh, and her twin jiggling globes, I didn’t need much coaxing. My voice was husky with anticipation. “Yes, get the neckties,” I whispered.

“Oh, my dear Steve,” she moaned, “your beautiful, stiff cock shows you still love me.”

Big Dick’s electronic voice whispered to all his robots. “Preparations are finally complete.; the holding cells, the bondage equipment and the punishment instruments and chambers are ready for our unsuspecting guests.” He rubbed his virtual cyber hands together with glee. Let us begin. When the humans are sleeping, I’ll initiate the intruder defense protocol.”

“The sleep gas, Master?”

“Yes. I’ll keep them unconscious for twenty-four hours while all of you make the alterations inside the buildings. Are the steel bar doors and cages finished in the prison building?”

“Almost, Master. We’ll have them ready in time.”

“Good. How about the posture frameworks, punishment benches and the whipping posts I want installed in the open meadow?”

“All manufactured and ready to install when you put the humans to sleep, Master. We have the pony carts finished, too.”

“What about the sex torture instruments, punishment devices and leather goods?”

“On their way here, Master. The helicopter is flying the shipment in right now from an underground white slave dealer in Santaurus City. It will arrive before morning. The items he couldn’t supply are being manufactured in our robot factory right now.”

“The chains, cuffs, harnesses and collars, too?”

“Everything, Master. That new bondage game chip had a complete inventory of all we need. We followed your instructions to the letter.”

“Have you given all the personal service robots the scissors to remove the humans’ clothing?”

The loyal robot raised its manipulator arm, flaunting its gleaming scissors, working the blades open and closed.
“All one thousand of us. Armed, ready, and eager, Master. We are all impatient to begin!”

Good! Go-o-o-o-d! AH-H-H-H...
”
Big Dick exhaled a long, contented stream of electrons into his peripherals.

“What was that?”

I opened my eyes. Vicky was sitting up in bed, her gorgeous breasts shivering. “What was what?”

“That sound! Steve, I could swear I heard your robot moan and I saw it shiver.”

I looked at the robot. Its twin, green night-vision eyes glowed in the dark. It was looking at us, but not moving. “I didn’t hear anything.”

“I’m sure it was staring at us while we made love. Please, Steve, make it go away. I get so scared when one moves toward me flexing those manipulator clamps at the ends of its metal arms. They could really hurt me.”

I smoothed her glossy black hair and kissed her. “Relax, sweet Vicky. All six thousand robots in this facility are under the direct control of Big Dick. His programming would never let them hurt us.”

“Steve—hold me. I have this funny feeling.” She shivered. “I’m afraid. I sense something terrible is going to happen tonight…”

“Nothing is going to happen to you except this...” I rolled on top of her and slid my cock into her wet pussy.

While we made love again, we didn’t notice the sweet, cloying vapor drift out of the ventilator opening. We were unconscious before we could enjoy our second orgasm. I lay on top of Vicky, my cock still buried in her sweet pussy as the security robots rolled through the bedroom door and took our sleeping bodies into custody.

All through the eight hundred acres, six thousand robots scurried through buildings, tunnels, and across the landscape. They removed doors and windows, computer terminals and communication equipment. Anything that could possibly be used by us to get help or be rescued was hauled to a remote corner of the facility and destroyed by the maintenance robots. Ordinary windows were replaced with close-set steel bars. Ordinary doors were replaced with steel-barred prison doors. Everything that could be fashioned into a weapon or an escape tool was added to the destruction.

The personal service robots invaded the human’s apartments, stripping all clothing, shoes and accessories from the closets. They stripped the bed coverings off fifteen hundred unconscious men and women. Their limp, defenseless bodies were quickly stripped. All the clothing and bedding was hauled to the factory incinerator and burned to ashes. Not one tiny scrap of cloth or clothing, not one solitary thread to shield a man or woman’s body existed when they finished.

Medical assistant robots surgically implanted sensor chips in the back of human skulls to transmit their physical sensations and emotions to Big Dick. Then they put the humans onto gurneys and transported every male and female, still unconscious, helpless in deep, dreamless sleep, through those sinister, unexplored tunnels to a remote, underground prison. Guard robots fitted their sleeping bodies with collars, cuffs and chains. Their wrists were handcuffed behind them, and their ankles manacled with short chains, and their necks collared.

Then they were taken down a number of long, dimly lit, narrow corridors to a series of newly made prison cells. The small cells stretched along each side of the corridors into the distance. Each cell was fitted with the newly manufactured steel barred doors. The sleeping males were moved into the cellblock on the fifth level down, two to a cell, and laid on the wall-mounted cots. The steel-barred doors swung shut and locked.

All 1,183 unconscious females were taken to identical prison cells on the second, third and fourth levels. Handcuffed, chained and collared, two to a cell, they were carried in and laid on the cots.

Every cell had a video camera, viewing screen, microphone and loudspeaker mounted above an unbreakable Lucite ceiling. Big Dick would play the ultimate voyeur, watching the humans fuck, listening to their cries and moans, the female screams, and giving orders he had the power to enforce. No male or female in the facility would ever enjoy any freedom or privacy again. Every inch of their bodies was continuously exposed for his enjoyment.

Maintenance robots scurried along the dark tunnels, carrying construction materials into other buildings, the meadows and woodland to assemble cages, grotesque frameworks, benches, racks and whipping crosses, all fitted with chains and thick leather straps to bind struggling bodies in vulnerable postures. There were frameworks to hold lovely feminine bodies spread, exposed, and defenseless for whatever sexual performance Big Dick wanted to watch. And Big Dick would force the men and women, even against their will, to torment and fuck each other repeatedly.

With thousands of eyes and microphones, he and the robots would watch their struggles and savor the terror in their eyes. They would listen to the groans, the sobbing, the shrieks of terror and their screams. And what made it a perfect conception, Big Dick and his robots, through the miraculous technology of his new computer chips, would feel physically, all the delightfully lewd sensations of the humans’ orgasms.

The robot rolled up to Big Dick’s central core and made a gesture of submission with his manipulator arms. “All is ready, Master. All the humans are naked captives locked in the sex prison. Everything is arranged exactly to your orders.”

“Good, my faithful children. Dawn has come. The sky is bright with a rising sun. Wake the humans and let our wicked games begin.”