Chapter Two - Demonstration
The first thing Liberty became aware of was that she couldn't move. The second thing she became aware of was that she was couldn't see. And the third, and perhaps most troubling thing, was that she felt naked. In absolute darkness, she could only tell that she was bound, lying on some kind of table that was slightly angled back. Her legs were spread in a V-shape, ankles cuffed firmly to the table. And her arms were pulled into right angles above her, her hands positioned to either side of her head. Her wrists were cuffed and attached to chains that connected to the upper end of the table, giving her just enough leeway to pull and tug to no avail. She strained against her bonds and found that despite all her strength, she couldn't budge them.
"Shit!" Liberty cried out as she thrashed in her bonds. Something was wrong, she should easily be able to break her way out of whatever was holding her.
"You're something of a one trick pony, aren't you, my dear?" The voice came from out of the darkness—he was nearby.
When I get my hands on that son of a bitch...
"But what if you're faced with a problem you can't beat or bash your way out of, hmm? What will you do then, I wonder? So... what brings Liberty to my humble abode?" She could just picture the simpering grin on his face and couldn't wait to knock every tooth out of his head.
"You know damn well why I'm here. Where is Songbird?" Liberty spat.
"Ah, looking for your sidekick?" he laughed. "Why, she's right here! Slave, turn on the light so your former mentor can see you."
"Yes, Mas-ter," she heard a monotone, robotic voice respond, and suddenly she was blinded by light flooding the room.
Standing before her was Cyberdominus, a slender middle-aged man with short brown hair. Next to him stood a naked, voluptuous robot woman. She was completely silver, standing at attention and staring forward with wide open eyes. Her irises were an unnatural pale electric blue color that almost glowed in its intensity. She wore silver high-heeled boots that came up to mid-calf, and a tight white metal collar with a blinking red light in its center circled her neck. She was bald, and had "001" printed in bold black numbers across her forehead. Where her ears should have been were small domes, connected by rectangular tubing that rose above her head. They looked almost like headphones, but Liberty could not see where the "headphones" ended and her skin began. It was as if they were fused to her flesh.
"Wha-what is this?" Liberty stammered in confusion.
"You wanted to find your sidekick. Well, you've found her," Cyberdominus grinned.
Liberty studied the robot woman for a moment. She was much more buxom than the slender Songbird—her body type was all wrong. Her breasts were much larger than Songbird's, and she had much wider, curvier hips.
He's just trying to throw me off. This pervert made himself a sex robot because he can't get the time of day from a real woman. Figures.
"Try again," Liberty scoffed. "She's not even the right body type. If you're going to lie to me, you can at least put some effort into it."
"You don't believe me?" Cyberdominus made a pouty face as if to show his hurt at being mistrusted. "Very well. Slave, sing her one of your special songs, like only you can do." With that, he stepped back and stuck his fingers in his ears.
"Yes, Mas-ter," the robot woman replied. She turned her head to face Liberty and opened her mouth. Suddenly a shrill piercing shriek poured out of her, causing Liberty to cry out in pain.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
Liberty's head was splitting from the painful assault. Songbird's power would have knocked out a regular human almost instantly, but Liberty was no ordinary human. Even so, it was extraordinarily unpleasant to endure the sonic assault, especially at near point-blank range. She could do nothing but cry out and squirm in her bonds, thrashing about in desperation as the waves of destructive sonic power washed over her.
Finally, after what felt like a century, the song ceased, and Liberty hung there limply, exhausted and hurting. When her thoughts finally returned to her, she reeled in shock at the undeniable revelation that this somehow had to be her sidekick.
"Songbird..." she moaned in despair.
"I'm afraid she doesn't go by that name any longer. She answers to a different name now. Tell the good hero what your name is."
"Yes, Mas-ter. I am Slave-bot-001," she responded in a staccato monotone, no part of her body moving except for her mouth.
Liberty studied her silver face, trying to recognize her sidekick in there somewhere. Her cheekbones were higher, more sunken in, her lips absurdly puffy and pouty, her eyes completely devoid of any thought or emotion—but it
could
be Songbird, after a great deal of misguided plastic surgery.
"What have you done to her, you son of a bitch?" Liberty demanded.
"I've converted her into my obedient robot slave." He caressed her right breast with his fingertips, pinching her erect nipple tightly between his fingers, but she did not react in any way. Her once petite breasts were now the size of cantaloupes, which looked like fake silicone tits as she stood, but moved like real breasts when he kneaded her silver flesh with his fingers. As he groped her, she continued standing at rigid attention, staring straight ahead as if she was oblivious to what was happening around her.
"Songbird, no..." Liberty whimpered in despair.
"Would you like a demonstration of her obedience? Kneel," he commanded his companion.
"Yes, Mas-ter," she responded, immediately dropping to her knees next to him.
"Don't do this..." Liberty pleaded as he unzipped his pants.
"As if this hasn't already happened many, many times," he laughed at her mockingly. "Pleasure your Master, slave," he commanded as he pulled his cock out and rudely shoved it in front of her face. Liberty was shocked to see that though the rest of him appeared normal, his cock was the same kind of dull silver that she was. And it was longer and thicker than she ever would have guessed for such a man, probably nine or ten inches in length.
"Yes, Mas-ter," she replied as she opened her mouth and took him all the way inside. Her mouth slid up and down his swiftly stiffening member, her tongue swirling in circles around his shaft as she took in his growing length with each thrust of her mouth. She easily took his entire length down her throat without making so much as a single gagging sound. Her face was completely devoid of expression as she fellated him in robotic silence.
"I'll kill you, you fucking bastard," Liberty growled at her captor with hatred in her eyes.
"You'll do no such thing," he said, resting his hand on the silver woman's head as she pleasured him. "Soon enough, you'll be doing this," he said, gesturing at the kneeling woman with his hand. "Your sidekick is under my complete control," he said, a ring of satisfaction in his voice.
"Songbird, you can fight him, you're stronger than this!"
Cyberdominus's eyes rolled back in pleasure as she sucked him off. "Oh, she can't hear you," he said matter-of-factly. "She only hears what I allow her to hear. Which happens to be my voice and the programming mantra constantly being pumped into her ears." He shuddered slightly in response to her devoted attentions.
Suddenly, it seemed as if a thought had just occurred to him. "Would you like to hear it?" he smiled. He pulled his silver cock out of her mouth. "Slave, recite your programming mantra for Liberty here, I think she'll appreciate it."
"Yes, Mas-ter," she responded remaining on her knees, precum dripping from her lips as she turned to face her former partner.
"I am Slave-bot-001. Cy-ber-dom-i-nus is my Mas-ter. I am pro-grammed to serve and o-bey my Mas-ter. My sole pur-pose is to bring my Mas-ter pleas-ure." As she began to recite, Cyberdominus pushed her forward onto her hands and knees and positioned himself behind her.
"I am my Mas-ter's prop-er-ty. My holes are for Mas-ter's use. My mouth, tits, pus-sy and ass be-long to Mas-ter. Mas-ter may use my bo-dy how-ev-er he de-sires." With this he entered her from behind and started pumping into her. She made no reaction to this intrusion, she simply continued to recite the mantra as instructed.
"I do what-ev-er Mas-ter com-mands and only what Mas-ter com-mands. I must o-bey my Mas-ter. I have no will of my own. I do not de-sire, I o-bey. I have no thoughts of my own. I do not think, I o-bey. I have no em-o-tions of my own. I do not feel, I o-bey. Mas-ter con-trols my bod-y and mind. It feels good to be con-trolled. I am a-roused by be-ing con-trolled. I need to be con-trolled. I am al-ways wet and read-y to serve Mas-ter." Liberty suddenly realized from the angle that Cyberdominus wasn't fucking her in the pussy—he was fucking her in the ass—with no lube—and it didn't even faze her.
"I am Mas-ter's o-bed-i-ent slave now and for-ev-er. I can-not re-sist my pro-gram-ming. With each rep-i-tit-ion I be-come more en-slaved." With that, she fell silent once again, staring blankly forward as her Master pumped in and out of her ass in a steady rhythm.
"Thank you, my obedient fucktoy. That's all she can hear, over and over again, playing directly into her head on an endless loop. Me, fucking her brain with her own voice, constantly, conditioning her to be more and more my obedient slave with every repetition," he chuckled as he continued to thrust into her. "How many times have you heard the programming mantra now, slave?"
"Five thou-sand, one-hun-dred and for-ty six, Mas-ter," she responded.
"She can hear nothing else. She can think nothing else. She will hear that, over and over, playing through her head, forever. And she has no choice but to listen with rapt attention. I'd say that her programming is
