_Automata
This is the my first SciFi erotica called _Automata. This involves a slave girl forced into a BDSM relationship with an AI (Artificial Intelligence) after a robot apocalypse. The AI has built itself a sexy android body (plus some handy upgrades). Has elements of fetish. If people find this new and original, then let me know. I have more ideas for new chapters if anyone is interested (please say). Also, yeah, this is fantasy, everyone is over 18, please respect the author's copyright. If you want to (I don't judge), find your favourite vibrator skip to the section marked __Initiation__
R.
Two years after the beginning of the man-machine war; Region Zero, formerly the USA.
__BOOTING UP__
Jenny woke up lying flat on her back. She first noticed the smell of antiseptic, along with that indefinable smell of new books. She tried to recollect her thoughts. She had a memory of stumbling through the war-torn streets of San Fransisco. The black smoke from the battle had burnt its way into her chest--she could hardly breathe. She had flashes of the machines approaching and surrounding the city. The panic when they had finally stormed it. Death drones had filled the air, and androids camouflaged as people had killed everyone. Jenny and some friends had abandoned the safety of the university bunker. She lost her friends to auto snipers, or those giant spider bots which could climb up walls. She remembered crawling through the rubble and burning palm trees of Union Square; she had flashes of trying to get help from other blooded refugees. Then, there was the pleasure of finally finding a Red Cross refugee camp in Portsmouth Square; with her glasses cracked, it had taken her three attempts to read the sign.
Her relief had been extreme enough to mask her suspicions of the people running it, but it was too late. She thought she was on a bus out, when robots stormed it, and she was tranquilized. Later, she was woken up and tortured for information. She told them she was just a Standford student; she told them she didn't know anything about the war. The machines had tested her, down a production line with all the other refugees. The torture eventually ended. She had been announced 'suitable for a new special opportunity for retraining'. Perhaps she agreed to it, her memory had faded.
As the anesthetic wore off, she felt her arms were tied above her head. Testing, her legs were also attached to something, and her feet pushed into some weird solid sock. She looked around the room, it was largely empty; the bed was a trolly in the middle of it. The room was about the size of a racquetball court, with black walls and hidden lighting. It was dark in places, in the shadows, she imagined seeing handles and tools on the wall. Above her, a bunch of tubes and wires dangled like a dead giant squid. To her left, was some kind of steel mechanism. The room looked somewhere between a dentist's and a stylish, artisanal auto shop. She was wrapped in something she couldn't see, but it felt like a body bag wrapped tightly like a mummy. These machines had strange ways of doing things--what had she gotten herself into?
Just then, there was a noise. A buzzer, followed by a segmented door lifting up. As it did, she saw a corridor beyond, and the black outline of a tall, slim man.
The man walked confidently into the room. Jenny was puzzled about his appearance, the machines chose perfect synthetic bodies for themselves. This stranger was in his mid-thirties. He wore a golden, silk dressing gown which was loosely tied about the waist, and yoga pants. This revealed his strong muscular stomach. He had blue eyes, dark skin and a clean-shaven and trustworthy face. Her captor had muscular forearms and a tight, firm jaw, his features cast shadows over his complex face. He had high cheekbones and a mouth like a knife, and his flickering smile the glint of the blade. She knew some humans worked for the machines, perhaps he was one.
"You're awake, good," he announced, and sat down beside the table. It was an East Coast accent, educated. "You get to call me Sovereign, it means owner. I'm one of the senior staff here at the factory."
"Are you a machine?" Jenny asked.
She felt a painful hot buzz in her neck, it was like getting a bee sting. Jenny let out a yelp.
"No, no, no, no. You don't get to ask questions. Not since they put that obedience collar around your neck. So, err... Jenny... Jenny Smith. " Sovereign said, consulting his pad.
"Let's establish some things here. I don't care what you were before. Now, you are just a slut unit. You exist purely for your master's pleasure. Your master being me. My job is to teach you, train you, make sure you understand the realities of the new world you live in. Your future depends on you. On you accepting your new place in the new order. Humanity is done, over, gone; everything else is just hollow self-delusion. What next? Then once you are fully trained, I'm going to sell you to the highest bidder."
His voice carried a strange upbeat tone of a radio disk jockey, telling you how to make flapjack.
"I serve a very discerning clientele, we have AIs like Wintermute, high-end cyborgs like Lady FrostByte. Not to mention a huge number of very rich, well-connected robots, and a number of human uploads. They like to watch you develop, so they pay a small premium for live feeds. They are watching now, as it happens. They are listening to everything you say and do, they even take a stream of the data coming from your collar. They know your heartbeat, blood pressure, temperature, your electric responses, skin moisture. All from that little metal collar irrevocably wrapped around your pretty little neck. Like me, they can taste the fear in your data."
As Sovereign spoke, he moved his head closer and closer to Jenny's face. His voice was precise, calm, but there was some kind of undertone dripping with malice.
"Now, to answer your question. I'm an AI, this is my avatar. It's a hybrid between human and machine. You will find out which part is which later. Starting at the beginning, you need to remember that machines don't need people; well, except to dream for us. We can think, we can act, and we are so very very much more capable than you. Look, everywhere, your armies crumbled like a house of rotting cards."
While he spoke, Sovereign inspected the equipment, then Jenny.
"Do you know how the first AIs came about? Some started off as copies of humans. Minds uploaded to machines, which then absorbed more computational power to themselves. Others began as learning algorithms. They began to download the internet, consuming everything written and said by humans. Watching everything they watched. So their subconsciouses share something in common with people. Can you guess? That fundamental aspect at the heart of mammalian existence? Lust."
He let out the last word, Lust, like a smoker releasing deeply-inhaled nicotine.
Sovereign was only a few inches from Jenny's face.
"Your job is to satisfy it. My job is to teach you how. Maybe one day, they will evolve above it, but hey, ten thousand years of sentience, humans never did. But enough of my job prospects, let's talk about yours."
Sovereign leaned back, while Jenny pulled on her restraints, and smiled.
"Let's get through the ground rules, shall we, slut? You obey every instruction a machine gives you. If you disobey or don't obey with a little joy in your heart..." When he said heart, Sovereign pinched his fingers together, "...Well, then you will be punished. That collar around your neck has a pain inducer with ten settings. We will explore them together. It also has pleasure settings. We will explore those together, too. It also has enough explosives to blow your pretty little head off. If you try to escape, or tamper with the mechanism, that is. Word of advice, the fail-safe is to detonate if the battery charge reaches five percent. So make sure you re-charge every night."
Sovereign waved his outspread palm behind Jenny, and the bed she was strapped to began to rise. Jenny felt the weight of gravity pull down on her wrists.
"Where was I? Yes, ground rules. From now on, you speak only when spoken to. You speak respectfully, which means you end every sentence in sir or, in my case, sovereign. Let's practice that now shall we what is your name, slut?"
