Retribution 25

Today we follow Foreman, an android employed as a warden and overseer on an asteroid mining operation which utilizes the labor of incarcerated human slaves. Foreman prefers to use chastity to prevent unauthorized pregnancies and to encourage better performance from the slaves under its purview; when it discovers that one of the women has been sexually harassing the men and intentionally causing them distress by teasing them, Foreman must determine how best to discipline her and serve justice to the male slaves. 6k words, very dark content rating.

Content tags/warnings: slavery as part of a criminal justice system; nonhuman protagonist (android) using it/its pronouns; brief mention of nonconsensual sexual harassment/contact (female-on-male) mostly occurring off-page; dubious consent for the primary sexual encounter(s); nonconsensual chastity; some use of misogynist slurs; brief use of a needle for medical purposes (non-sexual)

Many androids found humans difficult to understand. Unpredictable, emotion-driven, with complex social systems that crossed over one another recursively, creating Gordian knots of relationships.

The android designated Foreman enjoyed the challenge.

This was how it had gotten into its line of work: supervising an asteroid mining operation staffed by over a thousand incarcerated human slaves, criminals that had exchanged their legal rights in return for steady work and more comfortable conditions than a standard prison. Slaves were a unique sub-class of human that Foreman found particularly fascinating.

Take, for example, the slave-woman currently seated in Foreman's office. She was still zipped into the zero-suit she'd been wearing for her shift in the low-gravity mines, and was sneering at Foreman as if she didn't have the slightest clue why she'd been called off shift.

"S-1475," Foreman began, and she rolled her eyes.

"I have a name, you stupid fucking machine."

"I don't care to know your name," it informed her. "And I suggest you minimize the back-talk, considering that this is already a disciplinary meeting."

That, finally, wiped the sneer off of her face, to be replaced with a wary expression. Uncomfortable, perhaps, with the realization that Foreman did indeed understand the mocking vitriol she slung in its direction most days.

This was the benefit in employing androids to oversee slave laborers. Foreman had been one of the first employed in such a way--and there had been quite a debate about it at the time, concerns about whether it was a violation of ethics to have a non-human entity overseeing the wellbeing of humans, even humans that had forfeited most of their legal rights. But in the end, Foreman's oversight of the Kelleran Asteroid Belt mining operations had been so successful that such employment for androids was widely accepted now.

Even with only a few interested in such a job, a single android possessed enough processing power to oversee hundreds of humans at a time, providing an incredibly high efficiency with incredibly low rates of violent outbursts or property destruction from the slaves.

The problem with a human overseer was that humans knew other humans to be unpredictable, to have weaknesses. Incarcerated slaves under the supervision of human wardens were constantly testing boundaries, looking for ways to get under their guards' skins, to manipulate them.

They didn't react the same way to machine oversight. If you tell a human what a machine does, they tend to believe you.

Which meant that Foreman could pretend not to understand passive-aggressive remarks and jokes at its expense without undercutting its own authority. If the slaves were permitted to be rude to Foreman, it turned out, they were less likely to antagonize each other.

Allowing a bit of lateral movement, a controlled release, kept their volatility at a low simmer.

"I didn't do anything," S-1475 said sullenly.

"I've received complaints," Foreman stated, and then tapped the flat surface of the desk between them, sending a signal through the bio-metal of its finger to awaken the display so that the text of the three complaints--with names and designations redacted, of course, although S-1475 surely knows which of the other slaves she's been bothering--spread out under the table interface, refracting through the clear tabletop so that the display appeared right-side-up to both itself and to the slave seated across from it. "You've been going into the men's quarters after hours."

"There's no rule against it."

"True," Foreman agreed.

In some other facilities, men's and women's quarters were kept strictly separated; Foreman found it more expedient to allow them to intermingle at will, and to prevent any unauthorized liaisons--and to encourage good behavior--through the universal employment of custom-fit chastity devices.

It was all about the controlled release.

"But there are, I believe, very clear rules about being disruptive to your colleagues' enjoyment of their free time."

"I wasn't disrupting shit," S-1475 insisted, folding her arms over her chest.

"It says here," Foreman stated, selecting one of the statements and highlighting a passage, "that you entered the mens' quarters naked--"

"How could I be naked?" S-1475 fired back. "Can't take the belt off, can I?"

"Naked except for your issued chastity belt," Foreman amended, "and a pair of socks, evidently. I suppose the hallway floor was too cold to go barefoot?" She only glared at him. "And this man goes on to state that you sat uninvited on his bed."

"I just wanted to talk." She shrugged. "If he said he didn't want me there, I would've left."

"Another man reports you touched his thigh without invitation," Foreman went on, flipping to another statement, another highlighted sentence. "And that when he asked you to stop touching him, you accused him of being a homosexual."

"Well," she shrugged again. "I didn't know why else he wouldn't want a pretty woman in his bed."

"I've reviewed the security footage, S-1475. I know that you're aware that it's uncomfortable, or even painful, for your male colleagues to become aroused in their chastity devices. I know that you're intentionally tormenting them for your own amusement." Foreman drummed its fingers, the bio-metal clicking pointedly against the interactive desktop.

The display flipped over to footage of S-1475 strolling through the men's quarters, sidling up to any man who even glanced in her direction.

"I wasn't doing anything wrong," the slave insisted, but her gaze was drawn to the footage, watching as one of the men in the video winced away from her as she slid up close to him, pressing her bare breasts against his back. The light of glee in her eyes was unmistakeable.

"Well." Foreman tapped the desktop again, turning off the display. "Your criminal profile does indicate sadistic impulses. Is it entertaining to you, that you're able to so easily incite physical pain? Is it arousing to you? Are you acting out due to sexual frustration? You've missed your scheduled incentive releases for all seven months since you've joined this facility due to not meeting your quotas."

"The quotas are fucking impossible," she muttered, her expression souring.

"And yet, more than 75% of the slaves in this facility manage to meet their quotas every month and earn their supervised release," Foreman reminded her. "Many even go over quota and are awarded additional luxuries--I'm sure you've heard from other women about the array of toys we offer on a point-buy system. Insertables, vibrators, suction toys. Nothing you would have had access to in your previous prison environment, I believe."

S-1475 scowled at him. The chair under her creaked as she shifted her weight, like she was trying not to let on that she was squirming in her seat.

Foreman tilted the featureless mask that occupied the spot above its shoulders where a human's head would be. "It must be quite difficult to hear about those things when you haven't even earned enough quota points to be permitted to use your own hand. Is that why you're antagonizing the men? You want to see others suffering the way you are? Or does their pain simply excite you?"

"I don't see how it's my problem if they can't control their dicks," she snapped.

"I see." Foreman tilted its head the other direction, then rose smoothly to a standing position. "Then I suppose I will make it your problem."

***

It was an unusual approach to discipline, but this was a somewhat unusual situation.

First, Foreman escorted S-1475 to the medical wing, where it took possession of one of the private rooms typically set aside for long-term stays.

There, it directed her to use the restroom, and then handed her a douche and instructed her to flush out her rectum, and to not bother re-dressing in her clothing afterwards.

S-1475 became furious at this, and tried to argue back. Foreman was implacable, and she knew better than to directly defy it. When it asked whether she needed its help completing the task, she finally disappeared into the bathroom and slammed the door in its face.

Ten minutes later, she emerged from the bathroom, her face flushed in a mix of humiliation and anger.

Foreman directed S-1475 to lie down on the hospital bed in the room then. Specialized restraints were already conveniently available, typically used for uncooperative patients, as slaves could sometimes be; they offered a variety of configurations, to allow for broken bones, burns, and other such considerations.

It was a simple enough matter to cuff the woman's ankles to the side of the bed, up near her hips, such that her knees were forced to bend and her legs were kept spread. Her wrists, likewise, were cuffed to the sides of the bed above her head.

Then Foreman tapped the high-tech chastity belt sealed around her waist, unlocking it with a brief electrical signal, and exposed her sex for the first time in months.

There were many different ways, Foreman had discovered, that a human might respond to extended chastity--and to being released from it. Some were indifferent, whether due to low sex drives or any number of other reasons; others might appear physically unchallenged, but would betray the urgency of their need in their attitudes, impatient and snappish. Many were hyper-sensitive, growing hard or wet at just the sensation of open air on their genitals, if not at the mere idea of being unlocked from their metal prisons.

Some number of women--and the men, too--displayed an excessively submissive response. There were a few high-performers who maintain their numbers only, Foreman knew, because they received personal attention from Foreman itself in return, providing direct oversight and even manual assistance with their monthly rewards.

S-1475 did not display the traits of an inherently submissive woman, but nor was she unaffected.

Her thigh and stomach muscles contracted and twitched convulsively as Foreman removed the belt, evidence that she wanted to hump her hips but was holding back. When Foreman dipped its featureless head to examine her genitals, she bared her teeth down at it like a wild animal.

When it pulled on a pair of gloves over its malleable metal fingers and spread the thick lips of her labia majora, she growled.

"Just performing a quick health check while you're here," it informed her. "Two birds with one stone and all that. This way you won't be due for another year."

"You're not a fucking doctor."

"I have the equivalent medical knowledge and am certified to perform basic sexual health examinations for enslaved persons," it stated, and then ran its fingers along the inside of her labia. "Are you experiencing any pain or discomfort?"

"No," she snarled through grit teeth.

Its gloved fingers came away damp.

With the cursory inspection complete, Foreman changed gloves and retrieved a large pump canister of lube out of one of the storage cabinets.

"This will be cold," it warned her. "I would warm it up, but without a natural human body temperature it's a bit of a hassle for me, and frankly, your comfort is not really the point of this particular exercise."

S-1475 rolled her eyes, and then bit her lip on a yelp when Foreman pressed one finger, slick and cold with lube, into her anus. "What--what the fuck are you--"

"Preparing you for potential anal penetration," Foreman informed her, slipping the finger in and out, massaging her muscles.

"Fucking pervert!"

"It's arguably impossible for me to be a pervert, being that I'm not a biological organism and don't experience the urge to have sex," Foreman mused. As it felt the tight clasp of her body begin to loosen, it added a second finger, more lube. "But the counter-argument would be that, by that standard, it could be considered a perversion for me to enjoy sexual activity at all, and I can't deny that I've found a type of satisfaction in some sexual encounters I've had in the past. This, however, is not for my satisfaction, S-1475. It is for your safety and comfort."

"You're going to fuck me in the ass for my safety and comfort?" she demanded, her voice raising.

Maybe she hoped that the medic in the next room would hear and intervene. She may not have understood that Foreman was the one who hired the medic, who cut his monthly paycheck. Although Foreman's mining operation was technically still a subsidiary of the company that created it, Foreman had been running the station without any direct human oversight for almost a century by this point.

"I am not going to be the one fucking you in the ass," it advised her. "I'm preparing you in case someone else chooses to do so."

"What do you mean?" S-1475 snapped. "Sex slaves are illegal, you can't make me--"

"Sexual intercourse between two enslaved humans is not legally considered sexual use of a slave," Foreman stated, and realization finally dawned.

Her mouth dropped open in a stunned expression.

Foreman worked a third finger into her anus, sliding in and out until it can move freely. Her sex was even wetter now. When Foreman pulled its fingers free, her labia twitched, her clitoris bobbing in its hood.

Foreman replaced its fingers with a steel plug. This was cold as well, and she grunted in complaint.

"This will keep you from tightening up," it said. "I've lined up three of your targets--the ones that came to me with their complaints--but I've also put out a general notice, inviting anyone else who feels victimized by you to come forward in the meantime, so you may be in here for a while. I certainly won't risk any lasting physical damage to your body."

"You really think they'll fuck my ass when my pussy is right there?" she demanded. "None of these men have had pussy in years. You won't be able to stop them."

"I won't be trying to stop them from doing anything. They are certainly welcome to penetrate you vaginally if they wish," said Foreman

Her sex twitched again, and her pupils dilated.

"One more item of preparation," it said, and changed its gloves a final time before grabbing a needle which it promptly injected into S-1475's thigh, ignoring her squawk of pain. "A contraceptive. Of course, I'll review the medical history of any candidates, and will ensure you're not exposed to any communicable diseases."

"This is still..." S-1475 hesitated, licking her lips. "You can't...this can't be legal."

Foreman dropped the used needle into the sharps container and stripped its gloves a final time, but turned its featureless face towards her, tilting its head in a posture that many humans read as open and welcoming. "We can certainly pause here and bring in an incarceration slave advocate, if you'd like to review your legal protections in this situation."

S-1475 stared at it. Her fingers tightened a bit on the edges of the thin medical mattress.

Her sex twitched again, a bead of moisture gathering between the plump lips of her labia.

"No," she said, her voice hoarse. "It's fine."

Foreman nodded. "If you need to check in at any time, just call for me," it said, and then it closed the curtain around her bed, providing the illusion of privacy, before leaving the room.

The three men were waiting in an uncomfortable line outside, eyes mostly on their own feet. They all must have had some idea of why they're there, Foreman was certain, because they all delivered their complaints around the same time, indicating a coordinated action; but they hesitated to look one another in the face, to acknowledge what was happening.

"S-1392. S-1356. S-1438," it greeted the men in turn. "I want to thank you for bringing this matter to my attention. Since you're all present here now, I assume you're willing to assist in disciplinary action for S-1475, and I thank you for that as well. Do you have any questions before we begin?"

"Is she in there?" S-1438 blurted. His eyes were flicking rapidly between Foreman and the door behind it.

"Yes. I've prepared her for you, as laid out in the message you all should have received."

"And we can really--" S-1438 hesitated and rubbed at his arm. He was a newer addition to the station, in his twenties, and, like S-1475, hadn't yet been able to meet the numbers needed to earn a release; he was practically quivering in place with nervous energy. "We can--we can do whatever we want? With her?"

"Yes, anything that won't cause lasting damage. Although I don't advise trying to force her to perform oral sex for you, as I can't ensure she won't bite."

His eyes widened at the words oral sex, one hand bunching in the loose, common-issue sweatpants he wore. His gaze flicked anxiously to the other two men standing silently beside him. "Can I--fuck, I don't think I can wait, guys--"

"Yeah," one of the older men said, looking amused. "You can have her first, kid."

The other nodded his assent, too, and S-1438 looked to Foreman again, then stumbled forward when Foreman opened the door and gestured him on.

He barely waited for the door to click shut before he began fumbling to pull his sweatpants down. Foreman was unsurprised to see that his cock was already swollen as much as the restricting cage allowed, leaking steadily from the tip.

Foreman unlocked the cage with a brief touch.

S-1438 sucked in a breath through his teeth, his knees wobbling as his cock bobbed and then began to rapidly fill the rest of the way, growing fully hard for the first time in months. "Fuck. Fuck. I--where is she? In there?"

"Through the curtain," Foreman confirmed, and S-1438 rushed past him, hobbling a bit with his pants dangling around his knees, one hand curled carefully around his cock to keep it from bouncing around without touching too firmly. He left the curtain half-open behind himself, so Foreman tugged it closed, not that it really mattered much; the android was the only other person in the room, and it still had a full view of the events the other side via the security cameras.

S-1475's face soured when she saw the young man scrambling onto her bed. "Ugh. You? Really? He couldn't have sent in someone with--mmf," she grunted in outrage when S-1438 covered her mouth with his palm.

"Just shut up a minute. Just for one minute, would you, you mean--fucking--oh Jesus," he gasped breathlessly as he nudged the head of his cock into her waiting vaginal opening. "Fuck, I'm gonna, wait--"

He slammed into her in one quick, urgent thrust.

S-1475 squealed into his hand, followed by a long moan as he rolled his hips and ground deep inside her in vicious little rutting motions.

From the trembling of his thighs and the stream of curses that fell out of his mouth, it was evident that he had already started to climax as soon as he'd entered her. Even so, it took a solid thirty seconds for him to finish, his overfull testicles divesting themselves in long, slow pulses of the stored semen. He remained deep inside S-1475 for the entire event, his body hitching and curling up like a mating animal's, as if he were determined to seed himself as closely to her uterus as possible, to deliver to her all of the sperm his body had earmarked for her with her torturous teasing.