BRUTAL BYTES (5 page)
Authors: Roger Hastings
Casey and I slowly stepped through the open barred door and into the corridor while Greg and Phil stared at us, too terrified to speak. The robots towered over us, their powerful mechanism grinding, clicking and whirring inside their legs and bodies. I stared into those unblinking green eyes and quivered with fear.
The robots slid their arms around, folding them under their bodies to dip a three-fingered claw into a container attached to one of their legs. The discipline robots pulled out a thin chain tether and each one snapped the clasp at the end to the rings on our cock harness.
“Come!”
The robots rotated their ponderous bodies a half-circle until their main front eyes were aimed back up the corridor from where they came. A second pair of eyes inside a transparent hemisphere on top of their bodies kept a careful watch on Casey and me. The legs shifted into reverse, and the tethers jerked on our cocks. I was sure Big Dick was enjoying our anxiety as we were towed along behind the giant spiders. The deliberately kept jerking the tether repeatedly and painfully, yanking at our cocks as we hopped and stumbled along, hindered by the short ankle chain.
The men in the other cells stared in fear as we passed, some looking away, not able to bear watching our trauma. A few men spoke to us as we were dragged past. “Good luck, guys. Hope you come back okay.”
“Wish they hadn’t said that,” I whispered to Casey.
He stared ahead into the darkness. “I’d sure like to get a look at what kind of depraved funhouse Big Dick has turned our compound into.”
We were led to the end of the corridor, around a few corners, then through another barred door, and through a long, dark, claustrophobic maze of tunnels until we finally emerged into another building. Another corridor stretched for hundreds of yards before us. Spaced at intervals along the walls were steel-barred doors on both sides. Casey and I peered inside through the bars of the first room we passed. What we saw eliminated our desire to know what was in any of the other rooms we passed along our route. Each door had a binary number painted on the wall beside the lock.
My robot halted me, while the other one took Casey farther on to some other room. “Good luck, Casey!” I called out.
“Same to you!” he replied.
My robot opened the door and dragged me inside the chamber. It was dimly lit with a soft glow from archaic, heavy wrought-iron lamps hanging from the twelve-foot high ceiling. The walls were made from rectangular blocks of white stone. Chains with manacles hung from ringbolts spaced high up along the walls. The ceiling and floor were dark gray concrete.
In the center of the room stood a heavy wooden framework attached to a three-inch diameter steel post that was cemented into the concrete floor. A plank of oak twelve inches wide bent far back in a curving arc stretched upward from the post. At the top were wrist cuffs, below them were elbow cuffs, and a bit below them were straps for binding my shoulders.
Spreading out on each side from the bottom of the center panel were two narrow oak beams, stretching down and angled far out to the sides in a wide “A” shape. There was a knee cuff in the middle, and an ankle cuff at the end of each beam. A thick belt extended forward from the center panel, the correct size to strap around my belly.
The robot gestured with one of its arms and spoke to me. “Stand on the stool, M-0001, and press your lower back against the center panel.”
I carefully stepped up and turned around.
“I’m going to remove your cuffs, M-0001. The cell door locked behind us. Do not provoke me with foolish attempts to escape.”
I glanced at the steel bars of the closed and locked door, then at the robot’s electric prods and powerful claws. “Hey, I know when I’m bested,” I said with a shake of my head. The cuffs fell off my wrists.
“Lift your arms and press them against the sides of your head, M-0001.”
I raised my arms and leaned back, pressing myself against the backward curving plate, not daring to breathe. The robot’s manipulator arms locked the cuffs around my wrists and elbows, then cinched the straps over the front of my shoulders, under my armpits, and buckled them to the curving plate behind me. Then he strapped the belt tight around my belly. I was amazed that such a ponderous machine could perform such delicate and precision tasks. I gave Big Dick grudging respect for his engineering genius.
“Lift your feet off the stool, M-0001.”
I bent my knees, raising my feet. The robot’s arm swept down and knocked the stool tumbling aside. I closed my eyes while the robot extended another pair of thick arms and their claws pulled both my legs uncomfortably far apart. He strapped my knees and ankles to the beams. My helpless cock jiggled about five feet above the floor.
“Now you must wait until she comes, M-0001.”
The robot thumped back to the door and opened it. This time he didn’t shut it when he left.
‘Until she comes?’
I tried to imagine who ‘she’ was, and why Big Dick was sending her to me. I looked down at my body, curving out forward, completely naked and defenseless. I was strapped to the framework so tightly that I couldn’t move. My hips were forced far forward and my vulnerable cock stood erect, projecting out into space. It jiggled in the air, beckoning for attention and inviting punishment.
What a fiendish imagination! My cock an easy target—just begging for someone to attack it.
It wasn’t hard for me to guess what Big Dick wanted the girl to do to me.
Time crawled by as my strict bondage slowly exerted a painful toll on my body. Finally, there was movement at the door. Big Dick’s overhead and wall-mounted cameras swung around to watch.
A petite, blonde college girl stepped inside, her eyes wide, shivering with fear. She was totally naked, like me. She wore a steel collar, and wrist and ankle cuffs, but was not chained. She too had a number painted on her belly, just like mine – F-1066.
‘F’ for female
, I thought.
What fascinated me about hers was the black outline arrow painted on her smooth-skinned belly, pointed straight down like mine, with the point just above her tender pussy. Big Dick’s dirty mind wanted us to focus all our attention on each other’s genitals.
He must have been reading my mind. His voice echoed from one of those thousands of speakers installed every place in the facility. “Yes, arrows to make all of you look at each other’s pussies and cocks. Make sure you never forget, M-0001, what I want from every male and female is to feel your anguish, your fear, your pain, and then be a depraved parasite and wallow in the ecstasy of your orgasms and orgasms and more orgasms!” His pitiless laugh echoed through the barren concrete chamber.
The girl was shocked at the sight of my naked body, and my brazenly exposed cock aimed straight at her face. She had one arm across her breasts to hide them from my eyes, and she held a long, leather-covered riding crop and a bottle of some clear liquid. Her other hand was pressed over her pussy in her anguished attempt to preserve a shred of modesty.
Big Dick’s voice boomed in the chamber.
“Uncover your body, F-1066! Expose yourself to M-0001. I want to feel his testosterone excitement when he looks at your breasts and pussy!”
“Yes, Master.” The girl bent down her head to avoid looking at my naked body. Her chest heaved with a sob as she moved her arms out to her sides.
“Move closer to M-0001. I want him to get a good close up look at your intimate feminine charms. Make his cock even bigger and harder.”
She padded toward me on her bare feet.
I was delighted with the beauty of her perky, conical breasts and her pussy’s silky golden muff in full view of my eyes. She slowly moved toward me, her curving hips undulating in the way that stiffens men’s cocks. She hesitated a few times, while turning to look back fearfully through the still-open door. But it slowly swung shut and the lock bolt clunked home. My eyes swept across her beautiful young body, then back to the wicked riding crop in her hand.
Oh, shit! I bet she’s going to whip my cock!
She stood before me, head lifted, eyes shut, with tears creeping down her cheeks. I saw crimson whip marks striped across her belly and wrapped around her buttocks.
“Please, sir, I don’t want to...” She choked back a sob. “The discipline robot—it hurt me real bad. It said,” she opened her eyes and sobbed again, holding up the riding crop in front of me. “It said I have to...they taught me how to use this to hurt you.” She pressed her free hand over her eyes. “The robot said I must hurt you bad or it would hurt me a lot worse.”
Big Dick’s green camera eye stared at us, as his red active light brightened and glittered in the gloom of the dimly lit chamber. She stepped around beside me and swung the crop back with all her strength. It whirred through the air and slammed into my belly. A line of fire burned into my skin.
“AUGH!” I clamped my eyes shut and gritted my teeth.
“I’m sorry, sir. I’m sorry.” She sobbed again as she whipped the crop into my unprotected skin a second time.
“YAUGH! UNGH!” I gasped for air, my lungs almost paralyzed with the pain.
Her arm swung around again.
WHACK!
“AU-U-UGH! YUGH!” Human flesh is not made to endure this much torment. I rocked my head from side to side. “No! No!” I moaned. “Please, don’t hit me again.”
The girl was weeping as she cocked her arm and flung that vicious crop into my belly a third time.
“YEAG-G-GH! AUGH! Stop, stop—please, Big Dick, please let her stop.”
The girl hesitated and glanced up at Big Dick’s camera eyes gaping at our hellish scene.
Big Dick’s voice thundered with anger. “Are you counting, F-1066? You know how many times you must hit M-0001. Get on with it!”
The girl was so terrified she almost dropped her crop. With tears streaming down her face, she turned back to me and continued whipping my belly again and again and again. When she had performed the quota of twenty-five strokes as ordered, she collapsed to her knees, covering her face with her hands. Tears flowed between her fingers and wet her shaking breasts. “Oh, god! Oh god! Please, Master Big Dick, don’t ever make me do this again.”
Big Dick’s voice echoed in the concrete chamber. “You’re not finished, F-1066. My fun has just started. You know what I want you to do next.”
The girl turned and looked up at the ceiling camera in front of me. “Please, Master, must I touch his...his...” She turned back and stared wide-eyed at my erect cock.
“Shall I summon a discipline robot to take you back to the punishment chamber, and send another girl here to obey me?”
“No! No—not that. Please, Master, I will obey you!”
“Then begin. I’m impatient to enjoy the feel of his orgasm.”
She then walked to a small table and picked up her bottle of transparent oil. She returned and opened the cap. Glancing up at my face, she blushed crimson. “I won’t hurt you any more, sir. I promise.”
I sighed with relief as the heated, fragrant oil flowed over my trembling cock. Then her gentle fingers wrapped around it. With a whimper of shame, she moved the grip of her small, consoling hand back and forth along the length of my cock while her other hand fondled and caressed my balls.
Big Dick’s voice became hoarse with lust. “Not too fast, F-1066. Glide your hands over his cock slowly—slo-o-o-w-ly. Prolong his pleasure. Make it last a long time.”
I moaned with delight, discovering how much more intense my sexual response was after the terrible pain of the whipping. A dark, depraved thought was born in my mind;
Why does pain exist? Why do we experience pain? Is there some profound, mystical secret here? Is bondage sex, mixed with pain, the ultimate pleasure for men and women?
“Am I doing it right, sir?” she gazed at my face, worry lines across her forehead.
“Oh!” I gasped. “Yes! Your hands feel wonderful!”
Big Dick’s red light was an intense crimson flame.
“Yes! Yes!”
His voice gasped with the flood of sensations in his first sexual encounter. “AH! Such feelings! Such delight! How I love it!”
The puzzled girl looked up into my eyes. “What...?”
“The computer has modified himself, and implanted transmitters in the back of our heads. He’s feeling everything we’re feeling. When I cum, he will, too.”
“What’s cum?”
Big Dick laughed. “You’re about to find out, my sweet, young female. Every day I will make sure you have plenty of opportunities to learn about cum.”
The girl choked back another gasp. “Please, sir, I don’t want to learn how to have bondage sex with men.” She sobbed. “I want to go back home!”
I didn’t have the heart to tell her that none of us had any choice. We were now all sex slaves to give the demonic computer endless sensations of ultimate sexual bliss. We were no longer civilized, not people. We were just helpless bodies, human animals existing only for performing continuous sex so Big Dick can feel the sensations of our orgasms.
Damn! The skin of my belly was a mass of fiery pain, but the beauty of her body, and awesome sensations of her caressing fingers on my cock and balls was sending sparks of ecstasy through my crotch and into my belly. Being strapped to this fiendish framework, my body cruelly exposed, and utterly helpless while a lovely naked girl strokes my cock sent uncontrollable spasms of exhilaration exploding in my groin. Pain and pleasure. Being whipped mercilessly, then masturbated by a beautiful teenage girl was so fantastically wonderful, my whole body stiffened and shuddered with joy.
The girl sensed my muscles tighten. “I’m sorry, sir. Am I hurting you?”
“No! No!” I groaned with delight. “Your touch is too wonderful for words. Don’t stop.”
The girl added more of the warm oil and continued masturbating me, slowly, carefully stimulating my cock, but deliberately not letting me cum. My cock ached to spurt my love-juice all over her cute face. I hung suspended between ecstasy and despair until I thought I would go insane with joy.
Big Dick’s sound flowed from the speakers. His voice-generator simulated rapid, heavy breathing as my mounting excitement beamed from my implanted transmitter into his new sensory consciousness.
I rolled my head from side to side, groaning with lust, brushing my face against my stretched-upward arms. I wanted to reach out and embrace this lovely blonde girl’s body, fondle her breasts, pinch her nipples and caress the pouting lips of her pussy. But my bondage denied me that bliss. I was totally immobilized. An object, not a participant. This girl would give me only what Big Dick wanted for himself.
“Oh-h-h-h, sweet love,” I moaned. Never before, even with my beloved Vicky, had sex felt so wonderful. This was depraved sex, wicked sex, enjoying immoral sex performances that respectable people aren’t supposed to play with.
Oh, Joy!
The blonde girl increased the rhythm. While I was lost inside my sensual consciousness, Big Dick gave her the order. Quicker, harder, squeezing firmer, her hands slithered up and down my throbbing cock. The girl’s breath came faster and louder, panting with the effort.
“AUH!” I felt the pre-cum tickle in the head of my cock.
Oh, sweet girl, let me cum on your face and breasts!
“AUH! AUH!” I was on the edge, almost...almost... My belly and hips strained forward against the straps.
“YE-E-E-AUGH!” A gushing stream of warm cum spewed from my cock-slit and spattered over the girl’s face. “UH-H-H-HNGH!” Another spurt of white, viscous cum struck her again. She stared, wild-eyed and numbed with shock, unable to accept her first encounter with a man’s cock ejecting stream after stream of cum exploding out of that tiny slit at the tip of its bulbous head.
“YUNGH! E-E-E-AUGH! UNGH!” Yes! Yes! I was in ecstasy, watching my sticky, ropey lines of lust-juice splatter all over her lovely face, decorating the girl’s forehead, cheeks, lips and chin. Tangled strings of my cum dangled from her eyebrows, hanging in front of her eyes, drooling from her ruby lips.
Again and again I ejaculated, spurting and spurting more times than I had ever done before—even the best sex I had enjoyed in the past was never, ever this prolonged or intense! I was ecstatic! Whatever vitamins or supplements Big Dick put in our food to increase our erections has also turned us into superstuds!
I greedily drank in the deliciously lewd spectacle with my staring eyes, while my throbbing cock kept spasming, flinging gob after gob of white juice at her shocked expression.
She screamed and put her hands over her face, trying to ward off the flood of my sperm. She was hysterical, shrieking and clawing at the cum until she fainted at my feet.
I heard a heavy moan from the loudspeakers. “Oh, that felt incredibly wonderful!” Big Dick gasped.
“I like feeling you cum, M-0001. I will use you many times every day and night.”
“Thank you, Big Dick,” I moaned. “I give you my word, I never before enjoyed sex half as much as I did doing it this way.”
Two medical robots rolled into the chamber. One laid the girl on its gurney and carried her out. The other released me from the binding straps. I was so exhausted by the pain of the whipping, and the straining to cum during the prolonged masturbating that I collapsed. The robot skillfully shoved the gurney under me as I fell. I stared up at the ceiling as we rolled along the corridor and through the tunnel, my mind numb and my whipped belly racked with pain as I was transported back to my cell. I lost consciousness on the way back, somewhere inside that dark, lightless tunnel.
