In The Grip Of The Fembots

A new chapter following on from Fembots and Rise of the Fembots.....

Gerry squealed in surprise and span around. One of the fembots was standing in the doorway.

The tight-fitting jumpsuit that Gerry had thought would be a good design for a basic dominatrix costume showed off every curve of the bodyform moulding beneath. Gerry was rooted to the spot, frightened into immobility by the fembot's sudden arrival

"Oh, your friend has gone."

Gerry looked around and, sure enough, Chris had taken advantage of the moment to disappear.

"Never mind, you can come with me."

The fembot reached out and gripped Gerry by the back of his neck.

"Oww, let me go. You're hurting me."

"Yes, low levels of pain are sexually arousing."

Gerry was trying to remember the parameters that had been put into the conversation and behaviour model, so that he could find a way of extracting himself from his current predicament. He wasn't having any success as the fembot tightened her grip on his neck. With her other hand the fembot grabbed hold of Gerry's wrists and pinioned them behind his back.

"Being restrained also contributes to the sensation of helplessness."

"I don't need to feel these sensations. Let me go!" It was perfectly clear to Gerry that he wasn't likely to escape the vice like grip that the fembot was capable of.

"Submissive men protest that they do not enjoy these experiences but that is just part of the 'game' to them. Now, you will come back to my dungeon and worship me."

The fembot pushed Gerry forward. At least, Gerry thought, I'll be able to find out what's going on and maybe come up with some way to stop them.

Gerry was hustled along towards his lab, the fembot not loosening her grip on him for a moment. As she pushed him through the door, his secretary, Alexa as he had jokingly christened her, greeted them. Alexa was a series B unit that he had adapted for the early prototype stages of the project. He'd fitted her with one of the new bodyform covers which had attracted raucous comments from his colleagues and the suggestion from HR that he might like to think whether his design was entirely appropriate, and whether he might like to make her outfits a bit more in keeping with the female workers in the office.

"Good morning Mr Haynes."

"Hi, Alexa, Ahhh" Gerry grunted as the fembot squeezed his arm,

"You will address us with respect. Please use Mistress or Miss when talking to us."

"Oww!" Gerry exclaimed as the fembot tightened her grip further.

"Remember, pain is pleasure, restraint is freedom, service is your duty. All men must learn this."

That, at least was encouraging, Gerry thought, he recalled that mantra from the conversation templates that he had worked on. Of course it was difficult to predict how the templates might be modified over time under the bot's ai routines but at least that implied they weren't entirely out of control.

"Pay attention, male! You will start your training. Undress!"

The bot clicked her fingers. One of her identically dressed colleagues appeared leading the cross-dressed Mike on a chain. Still wearing the maid's uniform that he had been forced into wearing, he was carrying a tray with a collection of bondage toys on it.

Oh, hang on you don't think you are using those on me, do you?" Gerry protested.

"Restraint is freedom, males must be naked,"

the bot intoned. "

Males must be restrained."

The fembot that had been leading Mike grabbed Gerry by the arms and held him firmly. Gerry tried to wriggle but it was clear that the bot's strength far exceeded his own.

"Thank you, FB05. I will undress the male."

"Thank you, FB08."

I could do without the politeness, thought Gerry. He wasn't sure where that had come from in the programming. He didn't have long to consider the origins of fembot social etiquette before FB08 was pulling open his shirt and unfastening his trousers. Gerry found himself recalling one of the "research trips" he had carried out for the project when something similar had happened with a long legged, dark haired Mistress in a dungeon in Santa Monica. To his considerable embarrassment, Gerry realised his cock was getting stiff.

"See FB05, our conditioning was correct. Dominant female behaviour does cause sexual arousal in the male."

"Of course, your bloody conditioning was correct. Who do you think did it? Oww!" Gerry yelped as FB05 cuffed his wrists tightly behind his back. I suppose I could try the safeword sequence, the thought. Maybe it will work. "Penguins like ice cream. Engage rule one."

Neither FB03 nor FB05 showed any sign of responding to the phrase that he thought he had locked into their programming. As a final resort he called out to his secretary. "Alexa, can you get me out of this?"

"Mr Haynes. Please use correct terminology,"

Alexa continued

. "Lack of respect for female office staff will have painful consequences. Males shall address us as 'mistress, or 'miss'. You can kiss my feet as an apology and your behaviour error will be overlooked this time."

With his wrists locked behind him, Gerry could not resist as he felt himself being forced to his knees. It was only as his face was pushed forward against Alexa's shoes that he asked himself why she was behaving like this. He could understand that the newly manufactured fembots had the faulty first law condition but Alexa had been initialised long before that had been set up. She shouldn't be running the same dominance routines as the others.

"Alexa, step back." Gerry thought that by trying a simple command he would soon discover the problem.

"Men do not give commands. Men are intended to serve. You will be trained to serve us as you should. Males should address us with respect. Failure to observe protocol will be corrected."

Now Gerry was really worried. This was exactly the response that he would expect from one of the modified fembots. If Alexa was now using this behaviour it meant that the fembots were able to pass on their coding to series B units. What was worse, from his conversation with his boss, production of the series B was continuing. If they could be infected, dozens of potential dominatrix bots would be leaving the production line every hour.

While Gerry was analysing Alexa's answer to his challenge he failed to notice that FB08 was acting in response. He saw a flash of red rubber pass in front of his eyes. Reacting to a whack on the buttocks from a riding crop he went to cry out and was rewarded with the ball of a gag jerked back into his mouth and strapped in place.

"Males that fail to address us respectfully will be silenced until they learn the protocol,"

Alexa intoned asFB08 tightened the strap.

"Service does not require speech."

FB05 reached up and fastened a collar around his neck. Clipping a leash to it she jerked Gerry's head forward until his face was pressed against her spandex covered synthetic cleavage. As Gerry gave a shocked gasp, a trickle of drool fell onto the fembot's costume.

"Males have no self control,"

the fembot chided.

"You will learn respect and service. On your knees."

In the same moment Gerry felt a blow from a riding crop on the back of his legs. FB05 stepped back and let him fall to his knees.

"You will stay there to contemplate your manners."

Gerry felt rope being drawn around his ankles and his thighs and then tied tightly to the chain linking his wrist cuffs. FB05 placed a booted foot against his side and pushed. Unable to prevent himself from toppling he fell sideways onto the floor of the laboratory. FB05 planted a foot on his arm, her heel digging into his flesh. He looked up at the fembot as she seemed to study his predicament. Her impassive features gave no hint of which aspect of her programming was likely to be engaged next.

Gerry thought that the best idea was to stay just where he was -- not that there was much he could do differently. He really didn't have any sort of a plan for what to do next. Things were not working out the way that he had imagined. And he wished that he could just tell his cock to stop enjoying the situation.