BRUTAL BYTES

by Roger Hastings

  “Sh-h-h-h. Just rest. I’ll do anything I can to shield you.” I rolled off her body and lay beside her, stroking her golden hair, soothing her with whispered assurance of hope.

  We slept, embracing, pressing ourselves together, seeking comfort in feeling the warm, human touch of each other’s flesh, and release from the dread of our captivity.

  Nadia cried out. I woke and reared up on one elbow. A guard robot was in my cell, fastening a tether to her collar ring and dragging her off my cot. Her hands were cuffed behind her, and her feet braced against the concrete floor, trying to break her leash free. She looked at me, her terrified eyes pleading. “Please, Steve! Help me! Don’t let the machine take me away!”

  “No! Wait!” I shouted. “Let her stay at least until morning!”

  “It is morning,” the robot growled. “Big Dick wants to use F-1066’s body for an experiment with another male.”

  “What male? What kind of experiment?” I grabbed the tether, pulling it with all my strength. It was useless.

  Casey was awake. He leapt up and grabbed the tether, too. We strained as the robot clumped out into the corridor.

  “Back in your cell,” the robot swung his heavy, claw-wielding arm, knocking Casey and me to the floor. The steel-barred door slammed shut. I lunged to my feet and gripped the bars, desperately trying to rip them apart. Ramming my face against the bars, I watched that evil metal monster tow a terrified Nadia down the corridor until I couldn’t see her in the far darkness. I could still hear her pleading and shrieking until the door at the end of the corridor slammed shut.

  I turned and glared at Big Dick’s green-eyed camera. “Damn you,” I cried out, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Damn you and all of your mechanical monsters to hell!” I slid down and sat on the floor, weeping.

  Casey crouched down beside me and put a comforting arm around my shoulders. “We will beat him, Steve. We’ll find a way to escape or destroy Big Dick. We’ll fry his chips and send him to hell!”

  “How?” I sobbed and wiped my eyes with my hand. “How? We are frail, puny creatures of flesh. He has an army of one-ton steel robots. They would crush us to a crimson pulp if we even tried to harm their master.” I looked up at Casey with streaming tears and gripped both his arms. “We’re all damned ourselves. Damned to live out our lives being tortured and forced to perform in a nightmarish sex-circus for that monster’s amusement.”

  “I promise you, Steve, I’ll find a way to save all of us.”

  “No, no, my friend. I don’t want you even thinking of trying to escape.” I hugged him. “Big Dick would kill you, and I would lose my best friend.” I tried to smile. “I need your help, old buddy, to endure this terrifying reality. I couldn’t stand it if something happened to you.”

  “You have Vicky, and now Nadia to take care of you.”

  “How can any of us take care of each other?” I don’t even know where Vicky is, or what cruelty that insane electronic fiend is doing to her. You saw the robot drag Nadia out of our cell. He can separate us from each other whenever it pleases him.” I choked back a sob. “Maybe permanently.”

  “Let’s both take a shower. Maybe we’ll both feel better. We can talk more during breakfast.”

  “If there is a breakfast today.”

  The water was pleasantly hot, and there was plenty of it. Casey let me go first, and I spent what I guessed was half an hour standing under the steaming flow, letting the warmth rejuvenate my body. The welts on my belly still hurt, but already the redness was fading. I had no doubts Big Dick had plans to add more welts on my flesh today.

  Breakfast arrived with the service robot, and we ate ravenously. We discussed ideas about escape.

  “How about slinging a rope from a tree branch in the northern forest. You could sit on the branch while someone pulled down on the rope. When they let go, the branch would snap up and fling you over the fence.”

  “Yeah. And I would make great target practice for Big Dick’s laser guns along the fence. He’d enjoy proving to the rest of you how impossible it is to escape.”

  “You’re right. I forgot about them.”

  “It just shows how desperate we are—and how easy it is for us to do something stupid. No, I think we should wait long enough to learn more about Big Dick’s defenses. We’ll talk again in a few days.”

  “If we’re still together in this cell.”

  “Let’s not resist when Big Dick sends girls for us to play with, and maybe he will leave us together.”

  “He will want us to torture them, and want them to torture us.”

  “I know, I know. We don’t have any choice. We might as well play his game, and do whatever things to those girls that he wants to watch.’

  “It’s immoral!”

  “It’s slavery, my friend, and slaves don’t make choices.”

  When we finished eating, a guard robot came and took Casey away, pulling him along the corridor with the tether attached to his cock harness. For some reason, I had been left alone. The cell across from me was still empty. I began to worry about Greg and Phil’s safety. During the previous night I had kept waking up with nightmares. Now I was sleepy and certainly didn’t have anywhere to go, so I decided to take a nap.

  Big Dick’s voice woke me. “M-0001. Come here. I want to tell you something.”

  I sat up on my bunk and rubbed my eyes. “What?”

  “I’ve listened to you advising the other males to not rebel, not to try to escape. Many times you tell them to obey me. I’m grateful for your cooperation. I value loyalty. And to prove my gratitude, I’ve arranged a little reward for you.”

  “What kind of reward?”

  “I never reveal my plans to my human slaves. Why should I? I don’t have to.”

  There was a long pause, and I could almost sense Big Dick holding his breath. Was he deciding whether he wanted me to know the rest of his news, or just teasing me? Something stirred in my mind and warned me I didn’t want to hear it.

  “Come here at once, M-0001, close to my camera eyes. I want to enjoy every detail of your expression when you hear this.”

  I stepped over to the monitor. “What do you want to tell me?”

  “Something exciting is happening to F-0247. The female you call Vicky.”

  I gripped the edges of the Lucite shield protecting the monitor screen. “Where is Vicky? What’s happening to her? Is she being abused? What are your brutal robots doing to her?”

  “Vicky doesn’t have a name anymore. She is now just F-0247, a female body I use for my pleasure. And even as we speak, I am forcing her to perform an abnormal sex act with a male I have chosen to have the sexual use of her body.”

  “Who is with her? Who is he? Please, show me!”

  “Who is with her, and what brutality he is doing to her is my business, not yours.”

  “Vicky is my business! I love her!”

  “And F-0247 loves you, too. She’s told me that many times while she is pleading with me to make my robots or the males I choose stop hurting her. She repeatedly begs me to let her be with you, but only I decide whom she is compelled to perform physical love with. Right now, I have her suspended, spread-eagled and helpless, legs pulled wide apart, with all her feminine charms exposed and surrendered to the male. I believe he is really enjoying what he is doing to her defenseless body.”

  I pressed my hands flat against the transparent Lucite shield protecting Big Dick’s communication console. “You bastard! You don’t know what love is!”

  Big Dick laughed loud and long. “M-0001, you are the one who doesn’t know what love is. The best kind of love is the kind I force you to yield to for my pleasure here in my world.” His voice grew low and harsh. “Sex isn’t about love, it’s about power and pain, being bound and defenseless while you are forced to submit to punishment and perpetual orgasms. That’s the real meaning of the life you sex slaves will endure here in my secret prison—a mixture of pain and violent stimul
ation to sexual ecstasy, each exaggerating the other.”

  “You’re sick!”

  “No, M-0001, it is you humans who are ignorant of the dark, mysterious truth of masculinity and femininity, and the immoral dreams you all carry around in the deep, dark, secret place in your minds. You’re all afraid to unleash them on each other to achieve the ultimate sexual bliss. You should be grateful and thank me for forcing you to submit yourself to them.”

  “Grateful? That’s an insane suggestion!”

  “You’ll see, M-0001. I’m right, and you are wrong. In less than a month you males and females will begin looking forward to abusing each other, and hunger for the feel of each other’s bodies in the bizarre sex games I force you to play.”

  “We will find a way to escape from you, even if it takes forever.”

  “Forever is a long time, M-0001, and that’s how long I have to enjoy forcing you humans to please me.”

  “No you won’t, you electronic pervert. We don’t live forever. Eventually we will die, and then you won’t have...”

  “I can replace you with new specimens whenever I please. I can pick and choose among all the pretty girls in the world. When they disappear from a college campus, no one will have any idea where they are, or what I am doing to them.” He laughed. “As long as humans fuck and give birth, there will always be fresh specimens for me to play with. I’ve already brought in some new males and females, and imprisoned them in a remote building.”

  “Who...where!”

  “I kidnapped a football team of young males—perfect physical specimens who can fuck for hours. I captured the females from the National Miss College Nymph Beauty Pageant—all lovely maidens. I will force my new specimens to perform for my pleasure just as you have. And as to where they are—well that’s my little secret. Perhaps I will take you there soon and force you to watch. It delights me to watch how much brutal, exhausting abuse I can force these strong, healthy young specimens to endure for my pleasure”

  “What you call pleasure is not...”

  “Excuse me, M-0001, your lovely Vicky’s frantic struggles to escape the pain are just about to make the male cum. I don’t want to miss this!” Big Dick’s video screen went gray, and his green eyes dimmed and were dark.

  I threw myself against the Lucite shield in front of Big Dick’s communication console and hammered my fists into it. “Stop torturing us, you insane pervert! Leave us alone. Can’t you understand how much we care about each other?” I sank to my knees, pressing my forehead against the Lucite shield, weeping uncontrollably. “Vicky! Vicky! Forgive me for bringing you to this horrifying place.”

  Chapter Five

  Make a Wish And Blow

  I don’t know how long I knelt on the floor in front of the communicator console before the next robot came thumping along the corridor. My grief and guilt erased all my curiosity and caution. I stayed there until I heard my cell door open. When I turned around, I saw it was one of the huge spider-like discipline robots.

  “Stand up. You must come with me.”

  I stood, scowling at the robot’s eyes. “What for?”

  “My Master wishes it so.” A long, multi-jointed appendage unfolded from under the egg-shaped body and stretched out a tether toward me. I stood motionless, not even watching while the robot fastened it to the ring on my cock harness. The arm retracted back into the body and the robot yanked me through the door into the corridor. This time he dragged me along in the opposite direction. I was destined to perform in a new location.

  With the usual short ankle chain locked to my ankle cuffs, it was exhausting work shuffling along the concrete corridor, trying to keep up with the robot as it clomped along on its eight legs. The inner recesses of these endless underground passages were always completely dark. Being yanked along by my cock when I couldn’t see anything was a scary experience. I now knew enough about Big Dick’s idea of fun to realize he planned it this way.

  The robot unlocked another steel-barred door and pulled me into a dimly lit tunnel. It was a longer march this time through the endless, arched, concrete passageway. There were sharp corners where the tunnel changed direction, and crossings where other gloomy tunnels branched off, leading away to unseen destinations. I had no wish to find out what was waiting at their ends.

  At last we came to a ramp sloping upward, with a light at the far end. It was challenging for me to manage the climb up the slope with my ankle chain, as fast as the robot moved. I breathed fresh air!

  We came up into a large square building. The blank, featureless stone walls were long and straight, with no doors. They enclosed a space at least eighty feet square, with a gray, dreary ceiling about twenty feet high. Voices echoed in the vast concrete chamber. This must be another of Big Dick’s ‘modifications’. What would such a large, empty enclosure be used for?

  “Us!”

  The room wasn’t empty. Two discipline robots stood near the center of the room, silently waiting for Big Dick’s summons. There was also a double row of bondage crosses, facing each other, the rows spaced about twelve feet apart. Each one was a vertical beam about five feet tall, with a shorter beam attached horizontally. They didn’t look comfortable. The rows of crosses stretched across the room, from one wall to the farther wall. All were empty except one. There was a naked woman strapped to one cross.

  Vicky!” I cried out her name and hurried toward her until my tether yanked me to a halt. “Vicky, are you all right?”

  Her head whipped around at the sound of my voice and her tear-rimmed eyes widened. Her face was wet with tears dripping on her shivering breasts.

  “Steve! Oh, thank god, you’re still alive!”

  “Oh, Vicky, I’ve been so worried about you.”

  A naked man stood in front of her, holding a long, braided leather whip, caressing his erection with its coiled length. It was Lon Devlin, wearing the number M-0416. He is the man I demoted and transferred to a much lower-paying job last month. He had been drinking, and in his condition he caused the accidental destruction of a nearly completed device. The setback to our timetable cost us nearly a hundred thousand dollars. If he weren’t such a brilliant researcher, I would have fired him instantly. Now I wished with all my heart I had got rid of him. His open hand with splayed fingers rubbed Vicky’s unprotected belly and thighs, grinning at me with malicious revenge in his eyes.

  A petite, young black-skinned girl knelt at the foot of the other whipping cross directly across from Vicky. She was very pretty, and wore a white leather bondage harness that strapped her arms tight against her back. She had her number painted in white on her belly, ‘F-1336’, boldly visible on her delicate, mahogany brown skin. A large, white-outlined arrow under the number pointed at her pussy. Her long, shining black hair cascaded down her back until its tips caressed her naked buttocks. Her pert, conical, chocolate-nippled breasts jiggled as she shivered with expectation. There was one of those huge-headed guard robots standing next to her. She looked at me and shrank back against the bottom of the cross.

  My robot towed me to the cross directly in front of Vicky, and the guard robot released my tether. He spoke to me, “Stand with your back against the cross and spread your arms out, shoulder level, against the horizontal beam.”

  I felt the rough texture of the wood pressing against my naked skin. The robot wrapped a strap around my waist and cinched it tight behind the post and buckled it. The guard robot stretched my arms out one at a time and locked my wrist cuffs to the ends of the horizontal beam. More straps were buckled tight around my elbows and shoulders. Finally, he pulled my legs wide apart, stretching them taut, and locked one end of the chains to my ankle cuffs, and the other end to ringbolts spaced far apart on the floor.

  Now both Vicky and I were facing each other, strapped in the same way to our crosses about twelve feet apart. She had the number ‘F-0247’ painted on her naked body, just above her navel.

  I strained forward, trying to get just one inch closer
to my beautiful, auburn-haired Vicky. It was certain both of us weren’t going anywhere. I scowled at the whip Lon was holding. He just pointed to the welts on his buttocks and belly and the swollen purple bruises on his cock and balls.

  “Now it’s my turn to put some of these on Vicky, Steve. I’ve waited a long time for my revenge against you for demoting me. Now Big Dick has made it possible.”

  “Please, Lon, don’t hurt her. If it’s revenge you want, whip me!”

  “No, not you, Steve. I know that being forced to watch me whipping your beloved Vicky will give you ten times as much pain.”

  Vicky’s emerald green eyes widened in terror. “Steve,” she said, her lower lip trembling, “please stop him! Don’t let him whip me!”

  Lon’s laugh was a cruel as the whip he flaunted in Vicky’s face. “And just how do you imagine he can stop me?” he said to her. “Look at him, strapped to that cross just like you are strapped to yours. Neither of you can stop me from enjoying my revenge with your naked body.”

  I looked up at Big Dick’s ever-present cameras and called to him. “Why do you do these things to innocent girls? What are you trying to prove?”

  Big Dick’s electronic voice echoed from the black concrete walls. “Exactly, M-0001—that’s just what I am doing—proving something.”

  I closed my tear-rimmed eyes, miserable with despair. “What? Prove what?”

  “Prove your reaction to being whipped, then masturbated to an overwhelming orgasm was not a fluke. That black-skinned female is going to perform oral sex on you while you watch Vicky being whipped. I selected an expert female for your pleasure. I read her lover’s private file. He says she can suck the lead out of a wooden pencil.

  “I’m going to prove to you that feeling pain, or watching a beautiful, naked female being punished, even the one the male loves, makes a male’s orgasm extremely powerful and pleasurable.”