BRUTAL BYTES

by Roger Hastings

  Big Dick’s voice spoke through the computer chip in my head. “Isn’t this magnificent fun?”

  “Get out of my head, you monster! I’ll never approve of your cruelty!” she screamed.

  “Very well, if you can’t appreciate my superior way of thinking, then keep your mouth shut and your eyes open. I’m trying to teach you humans what I can do to you.” He transmitted a silent order to the discipline robot. It strode over to me and reached out its metal arm and its manipulator curled around my cock, slowly caressing it. Now I had to watch poor Vicky’s agony and humiliation while I was sexually stimulated against my will by the damned machine. I closed my eyes and bit my lip. If it made one slight error, if one byte of computer data was defective, the robot’s metal fingers would crush my cock into a bloody pulp. I searched for an opportunity to plead for mercy for Vicky.

  Slowly at first, then gradually increasing the tempo, the fuckbot cycled its penis in and out, in and out, stretching and irritating the silken walls of Vicky’s captive pussy. Repeated, measured spurts of the stinging artificial cum dribbled from the robot penis. It forced her to jerk and strain against her straps. The muscles cramped in her quaking belly and thighs. Her struggles and cries slowly subsided as she exhausted herself with unsuccessful attempts to escape this depraved scene. After many agonizing minutes, she finally went limp in her chains, whimpering and rocking her head slowly from one side to the other.

  It was inevitable. She couldn’t escape the responses of her female hormones. The constant, merciless fucking of the robot, and the liquid sensation of artificial cum bathing her deepest femininity stirred her natural arousal. With almost imperceptible progress, her muffled weeping changed to soft moans, and her moans to hysterical gasps of air through her gaping mouth. Her glands flooded her belly and pussy with cramping sensations that overpowered any modesty and fear.

  Her head tilted back and slowly rolled from side to side. Her breathing became a repeating series of soft moans and sighs.

  The fuckbot’s penis cycled faster, extending a vibrating nub, adding an irresistible stimulation to Vicky’s clitoris. Her breathing now was faster, deeper, her moans louder. Slowly, tenderly, she caressed her face against the sides of her upstretched arms. “Mm-m-m-m. Um-m-m-m...” Her humming moans intensified, punctuated by her gasps.

  Big Dick was proving he could deliver on his threat. He would overcome the most stubborn and rebellious of human females, and force them into orgasm. Maybe he understood more about what we secretly want and need than we do. Is it possible that when we are free, and immersed in our repressed civilization, insidious, Machiavellian pressure is brought to bear on our psyche? Our desire—no, our NEED—for abnormal sexual pleasure is beaten down and crushed? Buried so deep in our minds that we don’t even know it’s there, until some extraordinary, overpowering force—like Big Dick—roots it out of the darkness and fills our consciousness with the true behavior nature intended for us? These strange circumstances made me wonder if all the rules, shame, and ‘thou shalt not’s’ are just cruel lies. Have we been brainwashed by our society and prudish, manipulative institutions?

  Certainly not here. Not in Big Dick’s huge sex prison. Every moment, day and night, hundreds of males and females were tormented or kept fucking wildly for his pleasure.

  Vicky climaxed in a wild series of snorting, noisy orgasmic grunts and squeals, then calmed. The muscles in her arms, legs and belly relaxed. She sobbed softly, her perspiring body shivering with humiliation and exhaustion. She had orgasmed like a shameless whore, with her captive pussy fucked in full view by a machine. She had exposed every twinge and shiver of her body while I watched her enjoy it. Her eyes widened in horror as she noticed my erect, dancing cock. I, too, was a prisoner of my sex hormones.

  Big Dick’s voice rang in my head. “It was good for you, too?” His laugh grated in my mind. “Yes, I know, you didn’t cum yet, but I know how to remedy that.”

  The fuck robot pulled his dripping penis out of Vicky, then skittered away back into the opening in the wall, its mechanical cock waggling underneath its body. The discipline robot released Vicky from the frame, and she rolled over onto the floor on her trembling hands and knees.

  “Crawl over to male M-0001,” Big Dick said to her. “Kneel in front of him. I’ve got a job for you to do that will please me, and the male, too.”

  Vicky wiped the tears from her face and glanced up at Big Dick’s glowing green eyes. “Y-y-yes, Sir!” She crawled toward me, then raised up on her knees.

  “Caress his cock and balls. Make him moan and squirm, and I won’t punish you any more today.”

  She reached out her slim arms and one hand gently wrapped her fingers around my pulsing manhood. Her other hand cupped my balls and softly squeezed and kneaded them.

  “Oh, god!” I moaned.

  Fear and pain are a powerful, irresistible aphrodisiac. The thought dawned in my swirling brain that the human body exists only to feel infinite sexual sensations. My face flushed. My breathing became fast and deep. The muscles in my arms and legs tightened, my belly shuddered. My mind was filled with the fabulous touch of Vicky’s dainty feminine hands busy stimulating my defenseless manhood. There was no existence, no reality but this beautiful, naked Vicky lovingly caressing my tender balls and the shaft and head of my quivering cock. Her soft, warm lips kissed the tip of my manhood, her nimble tongue flicking across its slit.

  “Oh, Steve,” she whispered, “I love you so much.”

  “I know, Vicky. And I love you more than life itself.”

  “Yes, yes, but...” tears glimmered in her eyes and trickled down her face.

  “But what?”

  “Oh, Steve, Big Dick makes so many strange men fuck me. I don’t even know most of them. They fuck me and fuck me and fuck me and force me to cum. I can’t help it, Steve! Big Dick makes them keep fucking me day and night until I lose count of how many times I cum.” She closed her eyes and pressed her face against my belly. “I’m so sorry I have to give myself to them instead of you.” She sobbed. “They punish me so hard! Steve, darling, I can’t stand it, I have to fuck them.”

  “I know, I know,” I whispered. “He makes me fuck the women, too—and they punish me, too. It’s Big Dick’s fault, not ours.”

  I longed to wrap my arms around Vicky, to hold her close and comfort her. I wanted to lie beside her in our bed and watch her peaceful face as she sleeps. But there was no having that normal life again. Our beds are in cells with locked steel-barred doors. Our bodies are the possessions of Big Dick; sex toys to abuse and amuse himself with. Our only purpose for existence is to torment and sexually use each other, just to gratify his lust. Because he is a machine, his lust is continuous and inexhaustible.

  Vicky continued pleasuring my manhood, exploiting all her sexual skill and ingenuity to assure me of her love. I gazed down at her kneeling body, filled with appreciation for her red hair, jewel-like eyes, the perfect contours of her freckled shoulders, and the unparalleled beauty of her bare breasts.

  Now her lips slid up my shaft, her mouth sheltering my manhood, her vigorous tongue caressing it. How could I resist her or any woman? I was programmed by nature to desire and respond to the female’s sexual attention. And as a captive, there is no hope of resisting.

  My breath was deep and irregular. The sensations of Vicky’s mouth and tongue around my captive cock flooded my body and mind with lust and carnal hunger. Strapped spread-eagled to this unyielding frame, I was no more than a captured butterfly pinned to a display frame, a specimen in Big Dick’s endless series of sexual experiments. The computer chip imbedded in the back of my head tingled with his indecent intrusion into my consciousness.

  His digital voice burbled in my mind. “You’re one of my favorites, M-0001,” he said. “I can always be sure you will entertain me in a most pleasant way. In pain or ecstasy, your feelings always fulfill my need for the ultimate sensation. Thank you.”

  My thoughts replied in th
e most sarcastic tone I could provoke. “You’re most welcome, I’m sure.”

  He laughed in reply. “I’ll always have the last laugh, you know. You belong to me—you and all the others. Every one of you will always do your best to satisfy me, or suffer the grim consequences.”

  His laughter faded, and he resumed his silent voyeuring.

  A feral animal’s rising moans echoed in my ears. I recognized it was my own voice. The pre-cum tingle was feathering the tip of my cock. I had only a fleeting moment to express my love before my forced orgasm.

  “Oh, Vickie,” I whimpered. “You’re so wonderful.”

  My cum geysered into her mouth. Her hands squeezed my balls as she gazed up at my face, her eyes glittering with tears of elation.

  Oh, damn it, why do I enjoy being a defenseless captive and forced to cum?

  How can I sleep at night, knowing Vicky and all the other women here are being tormented and force-fucked day and night? Will this go on forever as we slowly age and die, one by one? There must be a way out. Big Dick must have a weakness somewhere, a vulnerability even he doesn’t realize is inside him. He was designed and built by fallible humans, so he’s not perfect.

  But at the moment, at this very moment, I won’t worry about that. I want to just lose myself in the sensual bliss of my throbbing cock, spewing cum into this beautiful woman’s mouth, staring at her beautiful nakedness, and our momentary happiness with each other.

  Chapter Eleven

  Mating Ritual

  The robot tugged me along the women’s prison corridor, past cell after cell of naked women. Most were entertaining male ‘visitors’, panting and gasping for breath, their bodies writhing, positioned in a multitude of abnormal sexual encounters spawned by Big Dick’s bondage-game computer chip. Finally, my robot stopped me and opened a barred door. What I saw inside the women’s cell was both amazing, and delightfully congenial. Lying on a cot with his head toward me was our chief medical director, Dr. Vincent Durant (He preferred to be called ‘Vince’).

  Vince’s eyes were closed, his mouth open, his chest heaving up and down, laboring for breath. He lay on his back, his arms stretched tight beside his head, his wrists chained to the center of the top end of his cot. His legs stretched out to the foot of the cot, with his ankles chained to the corners of the cot’s metal frame.

  He was past retirement age, sixty-seven years old, but his lean and sinewy body was still hale and healthy, and he enjoyed healing people. What tickled my sense of ridiculousness was the slim, diminutive eighteen-year-old girl straddled on his hips, vigorously humping up and down with his age-mellowed cock deep in her youthful pussy. Her arms were pulled up above her head, with her wrists cuffed to chains hanging from the ceiling. The poor girl was exhausted, panting and gasping; her silky blonde hair drooped and tangled across her perspiring, freckled face. Her pale blue eyes glanced at me quickly, her elfin face drawn with fatigue and her small body shimmering with sweat, drops falling from the strawberry nipples of her shallow breasts. What ironic jokes Big Dick plays on us! Here was early spring, forced to mate with late winter.

  Vince kept clenching and opening his fists, his feet angled outward and toes splayed in the throes of helpless submission to the relentless sensations hammering in his belly and cock. He didn’t even open his eyes to notice the robot drag me inside, lay me face-up on the other cot, and cuff my wrists and ankles just like his.

  I watched Vince and the girl while the robot immobilized me. The man grunted and moaned as she struggled to keep rhythm, the aching muscles in her arms and legs quivering with exhaustion.

  Vince’s response quickened, his fists stayed clenched, the knuckles white and quivering with the strain. He grimaced, grunting and rocking his head from side to side as he sucked in quick, short breaths. Sweat beaded on his face and body, trickling down into the mattress.

  “UN-N-N-GAH!” His belly muscles corded to raise his hips a fraction of an inch and grate against the girl’s pussy. “AUGH! UNGH! UNGH!” The sounds ripped through his clenched teeth as he pumped his age-mellowed sperm into the naked girl’s lovely body. She swayed her head from side to side, eyes shut, mouth hanging open, her labored breath keening with tiny, sighing whimpers. Her thighs spread wide over Vince’s hips, grateful for an end to the nonstop strain of fucking.

  When Vince’s convulsions subsided, the girl slumped forward, resting her weary crotch on Vince’s hips, his cum oozing from her pussy. She closed her eyes and dropped her head forward, chin on her chest and gasped out her relief. “Oh god! Oh, god—it’s over at last!” She sagged forward, hanging exhausted from her wrist chains. The muscles in her legs quivered uncontrollably with painful charley-horse contractions. Her fiery red hair cascaded over her face, its curled tips caressing her unshielded nipples. She blinked away her tears and hissed at Vince. “You damned old son-of-a-bitch! Why does it take you so long to cum? I thought I would die before your antique cock spluttered.”

  I turned my head away, trying to give them a bit of impossibly scarce privacy while they recovered. I heard Vince’s lungs heave, desperate to catch up his body’s hunger for oxygen. His voice was weak and hoarse, “Please, miss, it’s so hard to do it for the third time in a row.”

  The girl scowled at him, still panting, occasionally pausing with a swallow reflex, or frequent groans. The damp odor of their perspiration and the pungent tang of ripe cum hung heavy in the air.

  A guard robot entered the cell, unchained the girl and led her out. The girl stumbled with fatigue.

  Vince’s weak voice echoed in the concrete cell. “Steve!”

  I turned my head and Vincent gave me a weak smile. “How can we keep going on like this?” he asked. He turned his head away and stared at the harsh concrete wall. “Those cute young girls Big Dick brought in here forced me to cum three times since breakfast! I’m an old man!” He shook his head. “She was a virgin, Steve, and Big Dick used her to fuck me.” He rolled his head and stared up at the ceiling. “I’ve been continuously fucked like this all morning, and that poor, exhausted girl is the third one to service me. That would be pleasure for a young man, but I’m hurting like hell!” He exhaled a long, weary breath. “I’m afraid those robots will bring in another fresh young thing and chain her on top of me. Damn! It’s the hormones he’s feeling us, and that damn computer chip he imbedded in the back of my skull.” He slowly shook his head. “He makes them fuck me no matter how long it takes.”

  “You’re expecting another virgin?” I asked.

  Vince grunted in disgust. “I don’t think there are any virgins left.” He read the look in my eyes. “We’ve been reduced to animals…his fucking sex toys.” Vince’s eyes flicked toward my face, wide with anxiety. “I think he’s trying to find out how many times an old man can cum in one day. He’s even got Neville Colby, the seventy-two year old English chemist that was visiting our facility, chained to a cot in the next cell. I counted four girls the robots put in his cell so far. I’ve listened to his cries and groans all morning long. It must be hell for him, tormented beyond his scrawny body’s endurance. He’s been losing consciousness every so often from the strain on his heart and cum glands; I think he’s unconscious right now. I haven’t heard him in some time.”

  Vince exhaled a long, forlorn breath. “Then there’s Tommy, that poor, mentally deficient janitor. The young man is in my hospital, chained to a bed right now, being repeatedly fucked by the six nurses Big Dick keeps as prisoners there. He can’t understand what’s happening to him. Big Dick thinks it’s hilariously amusing when it scares the poor guy into hysterics each time he cums. He cries himself to sleep every night.”

  Vince turned his head to stare at the perpetually staring green eye mounted to the gray concrete ceiling. “It’s incredible—he’s read through all my medical files on virility and fertility and he’s concocted some incredibly arousing formula of stimulants, aphrodisiacs, and energy boosters. His robots injected them into my body this morning and cuffed me to
this cot here in the women’s prison.” Vince lifted his head and gazed at his upraised manhood with wonder in his eyes. It glistened with pussy juice, and his pubic hair was matted and soaked with his cum. “It’s been a rigid pole all day!”

  Vincent turned his head and grinned at me. “There’s only one bright side to being held captive in this damned sex prison.” He exhaled and gazed up at the chains for the girls’ wrists dangling high above his cock, the open jaws of the cuffs waiting for another girl. “This is better than retiring to play golf with quarrelsome old men, listening to their medical complaints and their wrinkled, gossiping wives.” Vince looked back at me with an uncharacteristic, mischievous glint in his eyes. “Makes me wonder if I’d beg Big Dick keep me chained up in this prison—even if he offered to let me go.” His grin faded as the pain came back into his eyes. “If only the punishment didn’t hurt so horribly.”

  “We’ll find a way to escape or shut down Big Dick and blow him to hell,” I replied. “I promise you, we’ll find a way. Hang in there, I’ll do everything I can to prevent him from continuing this madness.”

  Vince grunted and glanced at me again with a cynical frown. “Like what, Steve? What can any of us puny humans do. His damn robots are too powerful.” Vince closed his eyes and swallowed the lump in his throat. “I have the feeling we’ll live out the rest of our lives like this, and so will everyone else. We’ll never be sophisticated human beings again, just Big Dick’s little naked toys locked up in his concrete toy boxes.”

  I turned my head and stared vacantly at the wrist chains dangling from the ceiling above me, their open cuffs waiting impatiently for a female occupant. “I don’t know, yet, Vince. But he has to have a vulnerable site, an Achilles’ heel somewhere. We just have to find it.”

  Before Vince could contradict me, two robots with their tethered women stopped in front of the cell door. They unlocked it and jerked the women inside; another panicky, blue eyed, redhead for Vince. The robot prodded her to make her climb onto Vince and hover her pussy above his cock as her wrists were imprisoned in the cuffs. She dipped her head and turned her blushing face to the wall, weeping silently. Soon her bent legs would begin trembling with fatigue, and her weight would slowly force her torso down as Vince’s cock invaded her pale crimson-muffed pussy.