Desirix Pt 01

Author's note: What is the ultimate sex toy? That is, if we go beyond the present, deep into science fiction, where the only limits are imagination, and maybe some vague concessions to the laws of physics.

You might argue perhaps the Star Trek holodeck, but that isn't exactly a toy in the sense of something that you could carry in your pocket. I think The Orb, from one of my other stories, might come close, though the Orb, effectively a bodysuit of living liquid latex, isn't exactly subtle when it goes to work. The toy described in this story however is up there with The Orb in terms of its potency, but it also gains points through its subtlety and devious machine intelligence.

I like to give credit to authors who have inspired me over the years. The device in this story is inspired by one in a novella "Trainingware" by F. Diriger and intended as a tribute. The device is different however, and this story includes no common characters or settings.

This story also explores quite a different scenario. Trainingware is very well written but the story focuses on themes that I'm not really into, such as spanking and, well, more spanking. I like to explore loss of control to technology, especially tech that can detect your consent directly from your unconscious, so read on for plenty of that. A playful battle of wits with a beautiful, confident female antagonist is also a FourAndOne favourite.

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Dan sat at the bar nursing his drink and trying to unwind after a long day at work. The dim lights and soft chatter provided a welcome escape from the mundane routine of the everyday. Lost in his thoughts, he barely noticed the subtle shift in the atmosphere as someone approached him.

A melodious voice cut through his reverie, "Mind if I join you?"

Dan turned his head, his eyes meeting the gaze of a stunning young woman. Her auburn hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that could have graced the cover of a magazine. Her smile was warm, inviting, and her sparkling green eyes held a hint of mischief.

"Uh, sure. Please, have a seat," Dan stammered, taken off guard by the sudden appearance of such a beautiful woman in his personal space.

She took the stool next to him, her presence exuding confidence. "I'm Sarah," she smiled, extending a delicate hand towards him.

"Dan," he replied, shaking her hand, unable to suppress the flutter of nerves.

She wore a form-fitting dress that seemed to have been tailor-made to enhance every curve of her body. The fabric was a deep shade of burgundy, reminiscent of red wine in a dimly lit room. The dress hugged her figure in all the right places, accentuating her slender waist and graceful hips. It had a subtle V-neck that hinted at sophistication without being overly revealing, which was perhaps the only thing that helped Dan keep his eyes from drifting down further than they should on her chest.

"So, Dan," Sarah said in the kind of friendly manner that Dan was extremely unaccustomed to in beautiful women, "what brings you to this charming place tonight?"

He couldn't help giving a nervous chuckle. "Oh, you know, just needed a break from the daily grind. Work can be a bit overwhelming at times."

"I totally get that." Sarah nodded agreeably. "Sometimes, a little escape is all we need don't you think? What kind of work do you do?"

"I'm in marketing. It's not as glamorous as it sounds, trust me. What about you?"

The question was pathetically unoriginal but Dan's brain was still whirring away trying to work out if this beautiful apparition was actually flirting with him. He'd spent enough time living in the universe to know that this sort of thing didn't happen naturally, not unless there was a catch anyway.

"Oh I dabble." Sarah said vaguely. "My friends tell me I am something of a dilettante."

"Though there is," she added in a confidential tone, "something remarkable that has my full attention at the moment."

Her eye contact was incredibly strong, she was definitely giving him her full attention. And did people who weren't flirting ever wear that look on their face?

Sarah reached into her handbag and retrieved a small silver object. She placed it delicately on the bar counter, giving Dan a curious smile before continuing. "Have you ever seen anything like this?" she asked, her eyes holding a playful glint.

Dan leaned in to examine the intriguing object. It looked like a compact silver ball, the surface gleaming under the soft bar lights. His curiosity piqued, he shook his head in response.

"This is the Desirix," Sarah began, her tone a mix of fascination and admiration. "It's a remarkable creation, really. It's powered by an incredibly advanced nanobrain, an artificial intelligence that's nearly as sophisticated as a human's. It's an expert when it comes to the human body," she explained, her voice carrying a note of intrigue.

Dan's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "So, it's like a medical device?"

Sarah chuckled softly, the sparkle in her eyes dancing. "Well, not exactly. It has quite a unique set of abilities."

She continued, "See the shiny silver surface? It looks like liquid metal, but it's actually a network of tentacles made of carbon nanotubes. There are long tentacles that keep splitting into thinner tentacles. The larger ones are incredibly strong, capable of a firm grip, while the smaller ones possess a delicate touch. They're surprisingly versatile."

Curiosity mingled with fascination as Dan's gaze remained fixed on the Desirix. "What does it do, exactly?" he inquired, his interest clearly piqued.

He looked up to see her grinning at him, a playful twist to her lips. "I can show you if you like."

Without warning, she moved her arm and he felt something warm and soft brushing against his forearm. He looked down, surprised, only to see the small, silvery device was now attached to his skin. Before he could react, the device began to move, flowing like liquid metal along his arm.

"What is...?" Dan began, his words trailing off as the device started to move up his arm, the sensation of quicksilver tendrils sliding smoothly along his skin, creating a curious mixture of tingling and warmth.

Sarah leaned in, her lips close to his ear, her breath warm against his skin. "Did I mention," she whispered, her voice had the texture of velvet against his senses. "that it's under my control."

His eyes widened in a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "Under your control?"

She nodded, her eyes locking onto his, her gaze holding him captive. "Dan, I have plans for us this evening," she purred, she rested her hand on his thigh. "And this little device is going to help me get exactly what I want."

Dan's breath caught as he felt the Desirix glide with purpose under the short sleeve of his shirt and then take a deliberate route under his clothes down his torso and around his waist.

Her laughter was sultry, knowing. "Oh, don't worry. I promise you'll enjoy every moment."

Dan froze in place, his mind trying to process the unique sensation of the Desirix. The device's movements were unlike anything he had ever experienced--fluid, precise, and oddly intimate. It was as though an intangible presence had taken form, slithering with a gentle insistence against his skin. The delicate dance of tactile tendrils played along his skin, a mixture of firm and feathery touches that sent a cascade of sensations through his body.

As it reached his waistline, he sensed a new configuration taking shape and the sensations made him squirm in his seat. It was almost as if the nanotube tentacles were reorganising themselves underneath his underwear, weaving a pattern that felt like a pair of bikini briefs perhaps. He felt a rope-like thong pushing its way into the cleft between his buttocks, an unsettling sensation that sent a shiver through his body.

A shiver ran down Dan's spine as the Desirix's tendrils expanded their embrace. Bands materialized, snugly encircling his upper thighs, hidden beneath his clothing. The intricate technology was seamlessly adapting itself to the shape of his body

Amidst this whirlwind of sensations, Sarah's voice cut through the haze, almost as if she could sense his bewilderment. "Impressive, isn't it?" she said with a grin, her eyes locked onto his. It was a statement that held more layers than he could fathom, leaving him suspended in a realm of uncertainty.

Dan just looked at her dumbfounded. She looked back at him with a knowing look on her face, as though daring him to challenge her for what she had just done. If he could figure out what she had just done.

Before he even began to get a handle on things Sarah leaned in toward him and with a quiet voice, soft and enticing, whispered the words "Desirix. Sexual readiness mode."

Dan felt a subtle shift beneath his clothes. At first, it was a barely perceptible sensation -- a gentle tingling that seemed to emanate from the depths of his skin. But as seconds passed, that tingling evolved into something more profound, more intimate.

The tentacles of the Desirix came alive with an intricate choreography that bordered on the otherworldly. They flowed like a liquid, weaving an intricate pattern against his skin. With a precision that left him both mesmerised and slightly unnerved, they began to envelop his erect cock, gradually forming a structure that felt both confining and tantalising.

The sensation was intimate and peculiar, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. The sheath seemed to meld with his skin, creating a seamless connection that heightened his awareness of his own body. Dan's breath quickened as he became acutely aware of the constriction, the subtle friction against his sensitive flesh causing a subtle throb of arousal.

Simultaneously, the device ventured towards another private and intimate part of his anatomy. Dan's heart raced as he felt the tentacle make contact with the outside of his rectum, its presence foreign and unexpected. But then, guided by the device's intricate movements, the tentacle inserted itself with a remarkable gentleness.

A short stub seemed to nestle within him, its form offering a unique blend of pressure and presence. It was a little disturbing, a sensation unlike any other and one that Dan's body didn't seem to know how to respond to at first. The sensation was invasive and unusual, but the Desirix's precise movements ensured that it wasn't uncomfortable. Instead, the stub somehow seemed to provoke something unexplored and exciting, stirring sensations he had never thought possible.

It was all too much and a soft moan escaped his lips before he could stop it, the combination of Sarah's intoxicating presence in his personal space and the Desirix's intricate manipulations overwhelming his senses. He shifted slightly in his seat, his body responding involuntarily to the sensations that seemed to radiate from the device.

Dan's gaze met Sarah's, her eyes gleaming with an intensity that matched the conflicting desires coursing through his own veins. He was caught in a whirlwind of sensations and emotions, torn between the enticing sensations this beautiful woman seemed to have conjured up and the awareness that he was being violated and surrendering control to her in ways he had never imagined.

The sensations brought on by the Desirix were so foreign, so overwhelming, that he couldn't process what was happening. He abruptly stood up, his stool scraping against the floor, and stumbled back a step.

"I... I need to... excuse me," he stammered, his voice a mix of embarrassment and panic. He turned and practically fled from the bar, heading straight to the bathroom.

Sarah's calm voice followed him, her words echoing in his ears, "I'll be here when you come back."

Inside the dimly lit bathroom, he locked himself in a stall, his breath coming in shaky gasps. He needed a moment to collect his thoughts, to make sense of the bizarre situation he had found himself in. Trembling hands fumbled with his belt and pants as he pushed them down, revealing the area where the Desirix had attached itself.

His eyes widened as he took in the sight. At a first glance it looked like his crotch had been coated in liquid metal, though as he looked closer he thought he could sort of see how the material wrapped around him was more fibrous than liquid. The silver tendrils of the device had formed the intricate configuration he had felt earlier, like thong underwear snugly wrapped around his waist and groin. The rope-like strap nestled between his buttocks felt both alien and strangely intimate, a constant reminder of his vulnerability.

Dan's fingers gingerly touched the bands around his thighs, his skin tingling at the contact. The sheath around his penis had a unique texture, cool and constricting as it hugged tightly to every inch of him. What was most unnerving was the way that it seemed to numb the skin it covered. It wasn't a complete absence of sensation, but rather a barrier that shielded it from external stimuli. As his fingertips pressed against its surface it was surreal the way that the sensations didn't pass through it.

Fear and curiosity battled within him as he tried to comprehend what was happening. He felt a surge of frustration at the inexplicable nature of the situation, the fact that he was caught in a scenario he couldn't understand or control. His mind was a whirl of questions, doubts, and a growing sense of unease.

Dan's hands shook as he reached down to where the Desirix had configured itself around his waist. His fingers trembled with a mix of curiosity, fear, and frustration. He was determined to understand this strange device, to take control of his own body again. With a hesitant breath, he tried to push the silver tendrils down over his hips, attempting to free himself from their grasp.

But the Desirix seemed to react instantly, as if it anticipated his actions. The tendrils resisted his efforts, coiling around his waist even tighter, exerting a pressure that was both restrictive and strangely commanding. There was no way he could get his fingers underneath them or get them over his hips. Panic surged within him as he realised he couldn't simply remove the device as he had hoped.

Frustration mounting, Dan's hands moved to his lower back, his fingers brushing against the rope-like thong nestled between his buttocks. He hesitated for a moment, his heart racing, before he attempted to grasp the small protruding stub that had entered his rectum. He wanted it out, wanted to reclaim his sense of control over his own body.

Yet, as his fingers closed around the stub, a sudden, intense pressure from the Desirix seemed to envelop him. It was as if the device itself was alive, and he had just done something to provoke it. The silver tendrils constricted around his waist and thighs with a swift, deliberate force.

Dan's breath caught in his throat as he felt tentacles from the Desirix race up over his shoulders to form some kind of halter. The next instant he was rendered helpless as they wrapped around his wrists, his arms pulled up behind his back. A rising sense of dread filled him and he struggled to free himself, pulling against these bonds with all of his strength.

In an instant, a searing pain flared within his rectum, a stinging sensation that sent shockwaves of discomfort through his body. The cry that escaped his lips was a mixture of surprise and pain, his body tensing involuntarily in response to the agonising sensation.

As quickly as it had begun, the pain subsided, leaving behind a profound sense of helplessness and defeat. Dan's mind raced, his emotions in turmoil as he realised the extent to which the Desirix had control over him. He fought to regain his composure, to come to terms with the unsettling reality that he was at the mercy of this enigmatic device and the woman who wielded it.

He needed answers, and he knew he couldn't stay locked in the bathroom forever. The longer he avoided Sarah, the more complicated things might become. With a mixture of determination and trepidation, he adjusted his clothing and exited the stall. He had to go and talk to the enigmatic woman who seemed to hold the key to this bewildering encounter.

Dan's face flushed with embarrassment as he returned to the bar, his heart still racing from the encounter in the bathroom. Sarah sat there, looking completely composed, as if she hadn't just turned his world upside down. He cleared his throat awkwardly, his gaze shifting between her and his drink.

Sarah raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Back so soon?" she quipped, her tone suggestive.

Dan's cheeks burned even hotter, and he managed a nervous chuckle. "Yeah, just needed a breather," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

Sarah's gaze seemed to pierce through him as she took a slow sip of her drink. She seemed utterly unfazed by the events that had unfolded. "So, have you been having fun getting to know my little friend?" she asked casually, her tone carrying a hint of amusement.

Dan's pulse quickened at the mention of the Desirix. His mind raced, torn between confusion, curiosity, and a growing sense of vulnerability. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying to find the right words. "I... I'm not sure what's happening here," he admitted, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and uncertainty.

Sarah's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with a mysterious allure. "Oh, don't worry. You'll understand soon enough," she purred, her words laden with a promise that sent a shiver down Dan's spine.

He swallowed hard, his gaze flickering to her drink, then back to her face. He needed answers, clarity, but something about her presence, her confidence, made it hard to think straight. "Who are you?" he finally blurted out, his curiosity overriding his apprehension.

Sarah's lips curved into a knowing smile, her eyes locking onto his with a gaze that held a touch of mischief. "I am the person in charge of your pleasure from now on."

Her words sent a jolt of both intrigue and unease through Dan. He couldn't deny the intense curiosity swirling within him, even as he grappled with the bizarre situation. "In charge of my pleasure?" he repeated, feeling dumb.

She gave him a mischievous grin and leaned in closer, her voice a low, intimate whisper. "Let's just say I have a unique way of getting what I want."

His mind raced, his thoughts a chaotic blend of fear, confusion, and, he had to admit to himself, arousal. The events of the past moments had shifted his world, and Sarah's presence felt like a whirlwind of possibilities and dangers.

Sarah's gaze held his, unwavering and magnetic. "You've already seen a glimpse of what the Desirix can do, haven't you?" Her lips curled into a wicked grin, her eyes dancing with an almost predatory amusement.

Dan was aware of his eyes widening. Did she know what had happened in the bathroom?

"Let me give you a piece of advice, Dan." She leaned in close again, her breath warm against his ear. "You've already seen how the Desirix reacts when you try to remove it. Trust me, it's best not to try again."

Dan's heart pounded in his chest, her words sinking in as a mixture of fear and excitement surged within him. He glanced down at his crotch, almost expecting to see the telltale silver sheen of the device beneath his clothes.

A wicked grin tugged at the corners of Sarah's lips as she leaned back, her eyes locked onto his. "But you know, if you're curious about the pleasures the Desirix can provide..." She let the sentence hang, a tantalising promise that sent a flush of heat through Dan's veins.

He was torn between his instincts to flee and the allure of the unknown, or was it some kind of fearful paralysis that had him rooted to his barstool? The way she spoke, the confident command she held over the situation--it was both unnerving and undeniably seductive. His mind raced, grappling with desire and apprehension in equal measure.