This is my first SciFi erotica series called '_Automata'. This involves a girl forced into a BDSM relationship with a cyborg after a robot apocalypse. See 'Girls Submission to AI in Latex.' https://literotica.com/s/girls-submission-to-ai-in-latex for the beginning.
All characters are over 18 years of age; please respect the author's copyright. This is a work of fantasy. Please don't try a robot apocalypse at home.
__Synopsis__
Captured during an AI uprising, Jenny, Joe, Kayla and others are trapped in a training camp. A camp designed to train humans to submit as sex slaves to intelligent machines. AI, Robots, High Cyborgs need people to sleep for them to stop them going mad. Jenny knows she is being solemnly watched by machine voyeurs known only as j0n35:I and R0ckw00d:C. Kayla is secretly a judas-goat for the AI called, Sovereign.
__Rosary of tyr@nny_
It was nearly nine in the morning. The Tower was coming alive as slut-units rose from their dream-stealing pillows. The robots with sanity, newly restored, also crept to life. Kayla had just had time to get up, get ready, and change into a fresh, black-latex catsuit. The catsuit was designed to maximize humiliation. From the neck to the crotch, there was a translucent latex strip a hand's-span wide, down the middle. This showed the edges of the breasts, the stomach, and navel. Finally, it left her shaved crotch on visible display and wrapped round to display her buttocks. This included showing her mandatory buttplug between her ass cheeks.
After quickly drinking a blue-milk breakfast, she checked her catsuit, before attending her summons to be trained.
This early, the tower was eerily quiet; corridors empty, and dungeons silent. Slaves were kept up late into the evening. They slept in, as the machines fed on their dreams. Only now, things began to stir. The metal robots didn't patrol, humiliating the inmates at every opportunity. Kayla was alone as she walked. There were no sluts in polished-latex uniforms, their bodies on display in minute detail. The hooded male sluts didn't march, cocks in cages, knees tied together. Time was passing for them. Even holdouts had been broken and had begun to conform. Sovereign's methods would punish, cajole, and sexually reward--until all had surrendered. The machines, they would finally admit, were their overlords, as was the true nature of things. The smell of surrender matched that of body polish the sluts entered their sub-space.
Kayla walked along the corridor of the tower, mumbling to herself.
"I don't give a fuck about them. I don't give a fuck about them. I don't give a fuck about them. They are just meat. I don't give a shit about them. I'm going to live forever, young, beautiful, perfect; they are going to grow old and die. I can't have kids with them. If I had a kid with him, the kid would be aborted or live as a slave. Sluts can't be freed. Sluts can't be freed. Immortals can't marry them. There is no alternative. There is no alternative. If I don't do this, someone else would, just harder and with cruelty. I just have to get through this. They are losers. They are suckers. They are dumb sheep. They fall for all of Sovereign's tricks like the morons they are. Don't pity the losers. They are not proper people. Just dumb sluts. Bozos. The losers are embarrassments to humanity. Sovereign will turn them into obedient, mindless sex sluts. He's done it before. People don't come back from that. No one recovers from what we do to you. It will crush them for life. They can't come back. I can't do anything. My mother is right. This is the only way for our family. Fucking losers deserve everything they get. It's all too late now. I don't give a fuck about them. I don't give a fuck about them," Kayla repeated to herself, like a rosary of tyranny.
Kayal only shut up when she got close to others. This time, two Level Three submissive-sluts, in their tight, black-latex hobble skirts, superior blonde bobs, and five-inch stilettos.
Kayla walked into what the sluts nicknamed the 'devil's throne room'. The one with the data center in it. There was a large glass wall. Behind it, stood bank after bank of water-cooled interlinked computers. They looked like a tightly packed graveyard of metal tombstones.
This was where the core of Sovereign, physically lived. The sluts, even most of the workers, didn't know that. Sovereign had a couple of hidden beds that housed his avatars at night. During the day, he liked to use it as a training room, to be physically close to them. There was a service camera he could use, to look out of the glass tank when he needed to feel more embodied.
"Sovereign sent for this slut-unit," Kayla said, sharply saluting.
Sovereign looked over and nodded. "I did. Stand there."
Kayla moved to the given position, and Sovereign stood, leant back on a training table for a moment, while waiting expectantly.
The room held a couple of rectangular boxes in which you could trap a slut inside. Sovereign called them sarcophagi. They forced the slut to be trapped, standing up with little sensation for hours. Sometimes, the slut was allowed a small window into the outside world. Perhaps, Sovereign had a slut hidden watching, learning.
"Does Sovereign require Fourteen?" Kayla asked.
"Yes," Sovereign said, casually.
"Fourteen. I exist to serve Sovereign," Kayla said, getting down.
This wasn't the worst part of her job. If she went to an Embassy party or any event at Judas City, the immortals would get up to far, far more. For the FrostByte sisters, this was little more than mild foreplay. The only real difference would be she would receive, as much as she gave. Perhaps later.
Kayla tried her best to get to her knees elegantly. Sovereign's latex leggings had a zipper, which she undid--his cyber member was within. She tried to give him the right look--obedience overcoming reluctance. She then started with her blowjob on her bent knees, as she began to cover Sovereign's cock with butterfly kisses. It stirred to life. Sovereign's member was purely a mechanical phallus for pleasure. It was interchangeable; it was as fickle as the weather, and had far more forms. This was one of his metal and silicon, general ones. She worked it over, and it grew. Kayla hated it when he used one of his massive ones; in this case, he used a more human-sized one.
Sovereign began to feel Kayla's soft lips wrap around his dick. She always held it so gently with respect. She teased on his tip, then moved to attend to his large naked balls. She sucked on them gently, her black skin highlighted against his silver balls.
Sovereign let out a slight, satisfied moan. His cock emerged close to its full length.
Then using her hands, Kayla turned to his manhood, using two hands grabbed it and capped it off with her open lips. Sovereign felt himself go into her warm, wet mouth. She ran her tongue over his sensitive tip and it felt like an angel was kissing it. Kayla began to push down his shaft. It was almost breathtaking. Using her hands, the more sensitive parts of Sovereign's piece sparkled. This load increased, as she doubled her stroke speed. Sovereign began to push his hips into her. He grabbed her head and synchronized their movements. This continued until Kayla felt a sudden steam of synthetic cum hosed into her. She pulled back and allowed the spurting to continue.
Sovereign let out a satisfied groan. The machine cum was a mixture of milked human seed, preservatives, taste enhancers, monosodium glutamate, vitamins, synthetic crack cocaine, and stimulants. Enough for the sluts to learn to crave, and enjoy licking off themselves and others.
"Not bad," Sovereign said, relaxing 'Sebastapole'.
Kayla, still out of breath, got up at the sound of her safe word. "We've been alone the entire time? I thought you were training some dumb slut!"
"Realism for my covert trainers is important. So, Kayla, you wanted to see me," Sovereign said, laying back on the bed.
"Is this how you treat your employees?" Kayla asked, looking for a drink to finish the last of Sovereign's synthetic seed.
