This is SciFi erotica series called '_Automata'.
See 'Girls Submission to AI in Latex.' https://literotica.com/s/girls-submission-to-ai-in-latex for the beginning. This chapter *can* be read alone as a slave girl x robot encounter but details will be misse
All characters are over 18 years of age; please respect the author's copyright.
__Previously__
Captured during an AI uprising, Jenny, and others are trapped in a slave training camp. A camp designed to train humans to submit as sex slaves to intelligent machines, and robots. The machines use intelligent slave collars with pain amplifiers. The collars can punish them for using forbidden language, including their old names and personal pronouns. Jenny has found out her bidder is Rockwood a half-human, half-machine cyborg. He is a ruthless General leading a machine army. To judge the writing skip to __A SOHO GOODBYE__
__Announcement__
Jenny stood in line, waiting her turn for the corset machine. Every morning The queue was getting longer, as more submissive grades were added. Jenny's head was too full of machine ways, machine words. Her mind strained to stretch back entirely to the beginning of her capture. The air was saturated with sexuality to its limit. It was hard to remember a time when she didn't feel on the edge of arousal. It was how the machines wanted them, compliant, terrified, and aroused. Their new existence was a profanity against their old lives. Even so, not enough of the people would turn back if they could now. Too many were living from fuck to fuck. They were in rehab for people with liberty issues. All following the seven-step program of orgasm, orgasm, orgasm, slowly curing them all.
For Jenny, the lack of dreams was the most disturbing thing of all. Putting her head down on the bed one moment, and the next--waking up, feeling as if no time had passed. It made her feel more trapped than any lock or chain could. Never able to escape the red bordello's walls because the red walls were now in her mind.
The other sluts standing in line would chat. Conversations dripping with tainted innuendo. They animatedly spoke about serving their masters. They laughed at some of the new recruits falling over in their new stiletto shoes. It was as if that wasn't them a few months ago. Jenny always felt like an imposter with them. She pretended, but she still didn't truly believe.
"Enter," the corset machine told Jenny. She had pictures in her head. Strange pictures. Empty dead faces, blood dripping. She walked into the machine and the corset was placed around her.
"Breathe in," the machine ordered.
Jenny did, and felt the machine quickly crush her. These days, it felt nice. Being forced to stand up made her more confident. The target waist size was reached, and she felt breakfast move inside her. The corset made you more in touch with your internal organs. There was the familiar sound of laces now being wrapped around her waist. She moved out to see the theatrical exaggeration to her feminine shape in the mirror. She was done and moved away to notice agitated people waiting around.
"What's happening?" Jenny asked Joe, as he emerged from another machine. They were out of sight of the robots. They could see the men's cages; the men moved like captured animals.
"Heard a rumour we are being sold today," Joe said.
"Is that allowed? We haven't been tested by the shadow's," Jenny whispered.
"Maybe that's good," Kayla said, joining them.
"Attention, slut," the voice came over on the collars. They used bone conduction to act like invisible headphones. Sovereign could speak to them individually or as a group via wifi. This time, his voice came over the collars as a group. Everyone stood to attention, as was required when this happened. Robots moved around inspecting them.
"There has been an increase in demand for new sluts. As the war is concluding, many AIs and cyborgs are claiming their peace benefits by expanding their brains. Record production is reported from the factories that produce new mind-chips. New chips which require more sluts to sleep for them. You will be included in a pre-sale. Sluts who are thought of as docile but with incomplete training, will be entered for early sale. If sold, you will be required to sleep with your master and supply basic sensual service. Further training will be given by your owner. The sale will begin soon. The sale will conclude one hour after. Those who fail to sell, will complete their training until sold."
A slut called 2312 looked around. "We are being sold, now? No, it's too early. They can't sell us now. This slut needs more practice, deep throating."
Kim stood in the cage in the stand-easy position. Legs apart, back straight, arms behind her back, wrists crossed, head up, and face forward. She looked more like a shiny-black latex soldier on parade. Jenny, Joe, Kayla, and the others stood laxer.
"This slut unit welcomes the sale," EchoEight said. "It is a chance to serve with our bodies."
Jenny frowned. "We might get sold to different owners. We might never see each other again."
Jenny checked on her manacle screen. "Crap. I'm being bid on," she said, watching the number change.
"This slut, too," Joe said, looking at his wrist.
"Fuck," said Kayla. "Too early, too early."
Everyone started looking at their manacle. It had the feeling of election night, as you began to watch the results come in. People started to compare bids.
"SLUT TWOFOUR WILL REPORT TO THE RED ROOM FOR TRAINING," Jenny's collar told her.
"What now?" Jenny said.
Joe looked up from his arm. "You still have an hour until the last bid."
Jenny nodded.
Kayla moved up. "If this slut doesn't see you again, it's been great being with you. If you ever do see me, try to talk before you judge me, okay?" Kayla said.
As Jenny left, she looked behind to see Kayla desperately kissing Joe. She tried to memorise the image. Etch it into her mind, in case she never saw them again.
Jenny rushed up the stairs to the red room. She kept checking her bid, which crept up. The bidder symbol kept changing. There must have been at least four or five people bidding. This seemed strange, she didn't think she was more than a mediocre slut. She told herself the demand for sleepers must have been huge. She passed through each scan point and entered the red room.
__A SOHO GOODBYE__
The door opened, and she was told to walk in. It was dark, the room was lit by data projectors. The room was clean--a sofa, a bed--there was a small partition screen up in the far side.
"You have advanced so very much over the last months, TwoFour. But there is something you need to master before I let you go," Sovereign said, from behind the screen. "We started with my human-android body. It's time to test you, time to show you the last me. I've removed my face skin to show you what you might serve. Do not be alarmed," Sovereign's voice said.
Projections pushed numbers onto the walls. Jenny realised it was her bid price at 204. She had gained about five credits since the staircase.
With this, a robot moved out from behind the screen. The robot stood about seven feet tall with broad shoulders and a thick neck. It was in the general outline of a man. She had been hunted with her friends by machines like this. They were terrifying. It was all machine-shining steel, like a knight. It had a long, thin, featureless metal face. No mouth, no nose, three eyes. Antenna went back from the back of the head like horns. Many parts of the neck and body were exposed, allowing you to see the tubes and cables inside the body. It was like a skeleton with organs still hanging off it. The knees went backwards like a cat or gazelle. Jenny had seen robots like this before, but not up close. She was now within touching distance. So she noticed the silicon dick hanging between its legs. The dick was smooth, round and of a matte colour. It split near the base and had a small branch. Behind the dick sat a couple of steel balls.
The machine came over and stood over her, looking down. His muscles were pistons, and he was strong enough to break a lamppost like a breadstick. He could crush her like a lotus flower.
"Are you afraid?" Sovereign said.
"A little, Sovereign," Jenny said.
The machine looked down at her. "I won't hurt you. Parts of me are dangerous. You must trust that I will tell you when you are at risk. Touch me, TwoFour."
Jenny reached out. This avatar was all metal, she tentatively reached out her hand and touched his arms. While the bone was made of metal, when she touched him, it was warm and vibrated slightly, signalling it was alive.
