BRUTAL BYTES

by Roger Hastings

  “Big Dick, don’t! Please M-m-mph!” The guard robot strapped a leather gag over my mouth.

  “My Master has ordered that you watch and listen—not talk!”

  My eyes gazed into Vicky’s, trying to signal her how much I love her, how sorry I was that I hired her and brought her to this facility just so we could be together. I couldn’t bear thinking about what her life is like now.

  There was a sound at the tunnel entrance and a small olive-drab colored robot entered the building, rolling on large, fat rubber tires. It was a low, steel frame on wheels, with a large, slanting ovoid mounted on top. A flexing tubular neck rose up from the center on top of the ovoid body, curving like a swan’s neck. At the end was a saucer shaped head with four attentive green eyes and sensitive microphones bristling out all around the edge, giving the robot a full 360 degree circle of observation. The robot stationed himself where he could watch Vicky and me. The robot’s ‘Master’, Big Dick, didn’t want to miss seeing and hearing even the slightest detail of our performance.

  “A voyeur robot,” the guard robot said. “My Master’s eyes and ears to enjoy viewing humans performing sex. This model is a variant of my master’s surveillance robots. There are five hundred surveillance robots patrolling the perimeter of the boundary fence to prevent any human’s escape. He turned to Lon. “M-0416, you are commanded to begin whipping the female.”

  Lon gave me one last, gloating grin. He exhaled a contented sigh and turned to face Vicky.

  I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to bear the sight.

  Big Dick’s voice rumbled in the air. “Open your eyes, M-0001. I want to savor your emotions as you watch the extravaganza I arranged especially for you.”

  I glared at the surveillance robot and shook my head.

  “F-0247 will suffer a much more painful penalty if you do not obey me. I will give F-0247 to that male to abuse her for two entire days if you look away or close your eyes even for one second.”

  I blinked away the stinging tears, feeling my heart pounding.

  Lon drew the length of the whip slowly through one hand, slithering the braided leather sensuously through his curled fingers. His gleaming eyes drank in the vision of Vicky’s bound and naked body; her unprotected breasts, the silken beauty of her trembling belly, the defenseless exposure of her thighs spread wide apart, exposing her tender pussy to harm.

  With a long, deep intake of breath, he cocked his arm back.

  Vicky squeezed her eyes shut and bit her lip.

  I twitched involuntarily when the black girl’s full, sensuous lips kissed the head of my trembling cock. I glanced down and saw that the robot had released her arms from the harness. Her petite hands reached out and caressed the insides of my thighs.

  The whip whistled through the air.

  CRACK!

  Vicky lunged against her straps, revealing her ordeal in a sharp, passionate shriek. An ugly red stripe crossed her belly.

  I gritted my teeth, my grief tearing me apart inside.

  But another sensation warred against my despair. The girl sucked my cock deep into her mouth. The sensation was different—more wonderful than any I had ever felt in my whole life. Vicky never consented to giving me oral sex. It was the one blank page in my life, and now this pretty, young college girl was writing on that page—with all capital letters!

  Another stroke of the whip.

  WHACK!

  Vicky shrieked again, shaking her head violently as she cried out. Another crimson welt stained her velvet flesh.

  “NU-U-UF! NU-U-UF!” I wanted to scream obscenities at Lon, curse Big Dick, cry out to the universe for mercy, but my gag silenced me. And that adorable black girl’s warm, wet mouth kept teasing my fickle cock into an adulterous, selfish erection. I gritted my teeth in a hopeless attempt to ignore the hot, pink tongue massaging the head of my cock.

  She smiled up at me and gave me a wicked wink, pleased to see the results of her skillful oral manipulation as she stimulated my unprotected cock into involuntary erection.

  Was I betraying Vicky? Did I lose control when I lusted after my executive assistant, Laura? Was my joy of being masturbated by a nameless girl I’d never met before wrong? Was my joyous fucking with Nurse Nadia a weakness? Did this lovely coed’s cunning tongue prove my willingness to abandon Vicky?

  Or was it—more likely—that nature never meant for men and women to have only one sex partner, but we were created with the need and capacity to enjoy a never-ending succession of lovers? Nature was right, and social rule-making tyrants were wrong. How else could it be explained—that I—and all of us held prisoner in this sex-prison—responded with such wildly fervent excitement to these violent sexual confrontations forced on us by Big Dick?

  Lon paused, making the whip’s length do a lazy slither on the concrete floor. “Watch this, Steve. This one’s just for you.” He reached out and cupped one of Vicky’s large, perfect breasts in his free hand. “Looks tempting, doesn’t it?” He pulled his hand away, stepped back and raised his arm.

  The singing whip curled through the air and slammed into Vicky’s breasts.

  SMACK!

  Her breasts jerked wildly from the impact.

  “YI-E-E-EK!”

  Her cry tore into my heart, blending with another, equally overwhelming emotion. “MU-U-UHH!” My hips quivered as the up-curled tip of the girl’s tongue rubbed back and forth under my cock head’s frenulum. My manhood forced its message into my mind, elbowing aside all the ‘civilized’ rules restraining my body’s cravings. Pain and pleasure, mixing together, set free the most powerful expression the human body can contain.

  “M-m-ooh-um!”

  The back girl clasped my balls, fondling each one simultaneously between the thumb and fingers of each hand. Her eyes widened with delight as my cock shivered and grew larger in her mouth. Their whites shone like pearls in her mahogany face. Her dark irises twinkled like polished black jewels. I could imagine her boyfriends giving their enthusiastic consent to let her accumulate years of practice on their cocks. She had earned a Ph.D. in cocksucking, and she obviously loved to show off her genius.

  CRACK!

  Vicky strained against her straps, shaking her head violently. It was impossible to shut out her cries from my ears.

  The black girl sucked the length of my throbbing cock deep into her throat, skating her persuasive tongue up and down its vulnerable length. She teased me with dainty pinches of her fingers, gripping and tugging my cock skin. She looked into my eyes, smiling around the full erection. I read the message in her gaze;

  I can really hurt your cock and balls, sir. I could have lots of fun biting your yummy member and squeezing your balls hard enough to make you howl! And since your body is strapped tight to this cross, you can’t defend your cock and balls from the pain I will give to them. It’s impossible for you to protect them from the fabulous cruelty of my hands and teeth!

  “MUR-GFH!” I jerked against my straps when she gave me a little demonstration of what biting hard really meant!

  While her nipping teeth were tormenting my erection, the girl’s busy fingers now attacked my scrotum, gouging her long, sharp fingernails into my defenseless balls and stretching the thin, easily injured skin. She gripped and yanked viciously, harder and harder, expressing her glee with muffled giggles, frequently grinning up at my pain-filled face.

  “NUGFF! UNF-F-F!”

  The cute little bitch was really enjoying hurting me!

  Pain and pleasure swirled in a turbulent ballet inside my genitals. A new thought crawled through the smutty cellar of my mind—the possibility that I might pass out from pain before I could cum. It was a fascinating idea.

  Vicky’s belly, breasts and thighs were each enduring their share of the whip’s strokes. Lon grinned each time he hurled the tip of that braided leather serpent against her skin. He glanced back at me with a sadistic smile to let me see how much he enjoyed whipping the woman I loved—well, on
e of the various women I loved. Drool dripped from the corner of his mouth. He sneered at the black girl servicing my cock and balls, resenting the pleasure she was giving me. But Big Dick commanded this scene, and Lon was content with whipping the beautiful Vicky, as long as I suffered, too.

  “MUFK! N-N-NUGH!”

  The girl was really hurting my balls now, alternately yanking hard at each one, squeezing them viciously, alternately jerking them from side to side, sadistically stretching the skin of my scrotum like she was milking a cow. She never once lost the lurching rhythm until she grew tired of her game and returned to sucking, and caressing my cock with her attentive little tongue. After the intense pain, the lewd sensations of her oral service seemed to give me ten times more ecstasy. I couldn’t decide whether I pitied or envied her lovers, or both.

  My eyes were squeezed shut, my teeth clenched behind my gag, and the muscles in my arms and legs corded with the strain to pull free and escape the pain. But I also wanted to continue the pleasure. My belly tightened into knots. And always, there were the shrieks and cries of my beloved Vicky that hurt me more than the physical abuse to my own body.

  The sound of the whip suddenly stopped. I opened my eyes, and Lon had dropped the braided horror to the floor. He stood against Vicky, pressing his nakedness against hers, squeezing her punished breasts with his rapacious fingers. Lon shoved his hips into Vicky’s groin and I heard her gasp. I recognized her sound. Vicky always made that gasp when I thrust my cock into her moist pussy. That damn Lon’s whipping got him horny! He lubricated her pussy himself! And now he’s enjoying fucking her while she is crying.

  Damn Big Dick! The filthy pervert! Making me watch helplessly while my worst adversary whips and fucks my woman!

  I glared at Lon’s muscle-flexing buttocks, lunging and churning in the saddle of Vicky’s thighs. My face burned like fire, my skin tingled. My arms and legs cramped, and my belly gave me that twitching, pinching signal I so often longed for—the burning fuse of lust that foretold my imminent orgasm.

  The black girl released my balls, and they hung numb from abuse. Her hands reached under my buttocks, stroking them, palms up, fingertips teasing and fondling into the crease of my ass, and tickling my rectum.

  My mind lost control. My body snapped the frail thread of sanity and lust ruled every muscle and fiber of my flesh. I surged desperately against my binding straps, consumed with passion and need. The girl sucked fiercely, dragging the full length of my erection into her throat. She rocked her head, making the roof of her throat slide back and forth on my cock-head’s tip.

  “WUH-F-F-FUGH!” I bellowed into my gag, my hips jolted, the muscles of my arms and legs spasmed, making the leather straps and ankle cuffs dig into my flesh. In my crazed pre-cum frenzy I was trying to grab the girl and crush her flesh against mine in a wild, wanton embrace.

  I heard Vicky’s shriek of ecstasy that proclaimed the onset of her involuntary orgasm.

  “NUMM-UNHH!” I opened my eyes wide, bending my head forward, staring in euphoria at the lovely black girl’s face as cum boiled out of my throbbing cock and into her mouth.

  Big Dick’s Voyeur robot crowded in, positioning his camera eyes just inches from the girl’s sucking lips, leering at the pulsing contraction of my cock’s repeated spasms.

  The chip imbedded at the base of my brain tingled as Big Dick raped my mind for every shred of sensual ecstasy. I didn’t care. My cumming was so fantastically dazzling I didn’t resent his prowling through our minds to share the joys we humans feel inside our flesh.

  Again and again I felt the beautifully dazzling sensation of cum gushing through my cock and into that warm, wet, female mouth. The velvet of her mouth and the rasping surface of her tongue blended in a sexual symphony of cock-loving, performed with a grandeur unmatched by even the finest orchestra.

  Perhaps I should memorize her number and beg Big Dick to use her on me again!

  Vicky’s head was flung back, her mouth open and eyes shut. She moaned repeatedly, emotionally and physically drained by the intensity of her multiple orgasms. I raged at the sight of Lou’s sticky strings of cum oozing from her captive pussy. Lou lay on the floor, cradling his aching, depleted cock with both hands, gasping for breath and groaning.

  What about this pretty black girl kneeling at my feet, resting her head against my thighs? Doesn’t she get to enjoy an orgasm? Her long, silky hair feels so sensuously soft against my legs. Wonder what her name is? Poor kid, a nubile body barely grown, and suddenly forced into a brutal sexual slavery.

  As if the girl could read my mind, she looked up at me and smiled, strands of my cum seeping from her lips. Her white teeth gleamed against the dark, warm tone of her perfect coffee complexion.

  She spoke, her voice a delicate trill of feminine youth. “You cum real good, sir. I’m glad Big Dick chose me to suck your cock, sir. Just think, I got to give head to Dr. Steve Trent, the chief administrator of the whole facility.”

  The robot strapped her arms back up behind her again, but she expressed her erotic invitation to me by gently dragging her pert, conical breasts back and forth against my thighs. Her nipples felt stiff and tickled my skin, making me shiver. “You like me to play with your cock, sir? Maybe you would even let me fuck you.” There was a faint, wishful tone in her voice. “Just think, poor little nobody me, fucking the top boss!” She turned her face toward the voyeur robot. “Please Mister Big Dick, chain me down, spread-eagled in Mr. Steve’s bed so he can play with my tits and pussy and fuck me hard.”

  “Later. I’ll arrange that for you later.” Big Dick’s voice sounded tired and remote, as if he, too, was exhausted from our orgasms.

  The guard robot released Vicky’s straps and a discipline robot tethered her and the black girl, and led them out of the room, back into the tunnel. The girl kept glancing back at me, her dark-jeweled eyes filled with hope and smoldering desire.

  I finally could speak when my guard robot removed my gag. “Where’s he taking them?” I asked.

  “Humans do not deserve that information!”

  The second discipline robot tethered Lon and led him into a tunnel in the opposite wall of the building. At least Vicky would be safe from him.

  “But...” My heart sank when my guard robot turned and strode away toward the tunnel. “What about me? Please, don’t leave me here! What are you keeping me strapped to this cross for?”

  Now I was alone, so terribly alone, an insignificant organism of flesh in a huge, cavernous concrete building. High up on the walls, near the vaulted ceiling, there was a row of wide windows, only a foot high, but several feet wide. They were filled with closely spaced steel bars, giving them the chilling resemblance to giant, grinning mouths eager to devour me. Fresh air and light flowed in, but the overhanging eaves kept me from seeing a blue sky.

  From the ceiling, high above, along the length of the building, dozens of pairs of short chains dangled, with wrist cuffs at their ends. I quickly closed my eyes, afraid of what else I might see.

  My overwhelming orgasm made me sleepy. In the silence—in the isolation and gloom, I soon dozed in spite of my uncomfortable perch on this bondage cross.

  As I slept, visions of depraved joy flowed like honey-cum through my mind. Myriads of naked males and females danced past me down the space between the bondage crosses. My head lolled back against the post. My eyes bulged, staring wildly, my breath snorting through my nose like a stallion. I stared at the vaulted concrete ceiling high above me. From its arched supporting beams, those dozens of pairs of chains hung down close together, pairs facing each other, with wrist cuffs at their ends. Each pair was locked around the wrists of naked men and girls. They hung only an inch apart, suspended by their wrists. High above the floor, dangling in space, they waited for whatever new and fiendish amusement Big Dick had summoned for them.

  How I longed to fly up and gladly surrender my wrists to the cuff’s jaws. To hang there in the company of those naked men and women, ou
r bodies swaying, Males desperately rubbing together with females, and repeatedly brushing against each other’s genitals. Males with glorious erections. Females reaching out with their legs, their silken thighs yawning wide with invitation, eager to wrap their legs around the male’s hips and pull those superb cocks into their desperately itching pussies. Male sexually coupled to female, reveling in our lascivious community of consummate, wanton lust—a mass of naked, human bodies fucking in a public exhibition of shameless lust while gobs of our communal cum rains down from spasming cocks, splattering on the floor far below.

  What’s happened to me? Why such wicked daydreams? What has Big Dick turned me into?

  I woke lying on my back in my cell’s bunk.

  “You okay?” Casey bent over me, his forehead filled with worry lines.

  “Oh, god, how can anybody be okay in this sex-slave prison with that crazed mega-computer, Big Dick, in control?” I groaned and sat up. Casey sat down on his bunk, facing me.

  “Casey,” I said, “I have bad news. Big Dick has discovered a way to make everyone’s torment even more efficient for his twisted idea of amusement. He’s going to use our own conflicts against us. He knows everything we wrote about each other in our personal files. He is using every employee’s anger, jealousy, and envy against each other. Anyone who has a grudge or wish for revenge against someone is selected to punish that person.”

  “Big Dick is reading our files?”

  “Damn it, Casey, give your brain a chance to do its job. He IS our files!”

  Casey was silent awhile, then noticed there were no new welts or bruises on my body. “You didn’t get whipped or beaten this time?”

  “No. But the bastard forced me to watch while Vicky was whipped, and then fucked, by that rat, Lon Devlin. It was horrible. I was strapped to a cross and couldn’t do a thing to help her.”