There are four more parts to this story. All together
they would be the size of a short novel. This is the first part. Please
give any comments or criticisms. If interested, I can supply the other
4 parts which are finished. [All parts have been compended
in this page. Ed.]
Robots are nowhere near the level of Mori as of 1998.
Japanese Universities are doing the most work with humanoid type robots.
These robots can make a few different facial expressions and respond to
stimulus such as light, but these skills have not been combined into 1
Part 1: DON'T WORRY, LOOK FOR TROUBLE AND IT WILL FIND YOU!One day I was poking around in the advanced technology laboratory section of the Fourth National Bank, where I am presently employed. A colleague provided me with the combination of a locked door. She said that an optical ATM was going through "burn in" test and that I should have a look at it. Upon entering the ATM lab, I noticed another door that read, "Cybernetics experiment, please keep out, POTENTIALLY HAZARDOUS" !!! Being curious to a fault and marginally clever, I punched the same combination as the outer door and the entry light went to green! I open the door slightly and tried to look into the darkness.
I felt for a light switch and could not find one. By accident the door closed behind me and I lost my bearing. My eyes began to adjust to the dark and I noticed that my arm was cutting through an electric eye of red light. I expected to be quickly caught by security but waited a few minutes and nothing happened.
Becoming more bold, I stood up and walked across the room. It looked like a small banking center with teller booths, but strangely no glass. There was a tarp behind one of the booths. As I walked toward it, I must have tripped an electric eye and some lights came on. I froze for about a minute and still nothing happened. I went over to the tarp and lifted it up. What I saw was quite curious!
A robot of a young asian woman was sitting in a rolling chair with it's eyes closed and hands folded on it's lap. The robot had straight shiny jet black hair a a few inches past it's shoulders, the bangs were cute little fringes and the skin was fairly light. It had a quite a pretty face (looked about 25) with sensuous lips and a slightly turned up nose, which looked somewhat caucasian. The makeup was fastidiously done, but on the heavy side. The lips were very red and glossy, the eyebrows were pencil thin and the eyelashes were prominent. The robot's outfit was of particular interest. It featured a very clingy silky red dress that ended just below the knee. The sleeves were kind of loose and had a fancy braided pattern on them. She also wore a very feminine looking scarf around her neck. I started getting a bit turned on when I noticed that the robot was wearing white nylon gloves that were folded in her lap and disappeared somewhere under the loose sleeves of the dress. What really got me going was when I looked down and saw heels, not just high heels but glossy black leather boots with about stiletto 5" heels that disappeared under the robot's dress. I could tell from the way the boots were filled out that the robot was designed aestetically to have muscular calves and thin thighs.
Being the curious perv that I am, I went down on one knee and rolled up dress slightly to find that the boots continued up above the knee. Feeling guilty about violating a poor apparently defenseless robot, I gave up searching for the boot tops.
Stepping back a little I took the whole figure of the robot in. You could tell that it was a bit on the taller willowy side, and the breasts were created slightly oversized.
At this point no security people had appeared so I relaxed a little. Being curious about the texture of the robot, I touched it's face. It was a smooth silicon with painted highlights to give a non- mannequin appearance. The skin gave slightly to the touch, so there must be a sophisticated gel system under the silicon. I touched the hair and it felt like an expensive toupe that a friend once owned. The hair also had a nice herbal scent. I also delighted in touching the tops and fingertips of her silky gloves. They were so smooth and cool, it started many fantasies thinking what those gloves might do in action. What could you train a robot to do?
Next, my hand felt a bump on the robot's neck and noticed that it was a switch. I pondered for a moment what might happen if this turned the robot on. Thinking with my glands rather than with my brain, as usual, my desire to see the robot open it's eyes overwhelmed any caution.
As I flicked the switch, the robot did nothing for about 30 seconds. Suddenly the large dark almond eyes opened and the robot was looking right at me. In a sweet but firm voice with a Hong Kong accent, it said --PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME, BANK ID AND BUSINESS. IT IS AFTER HOURS, YOU MUST OBEY!! Not knowing what to say, I stuttered and stammered allowing the 10 seconds to elapse. At this point the robot responded: --YOUR IDENTIFICATION TIME HAS ELAPSED! PLEASE SURRENDER BY SITTING DOWN ON THE FLOOR AT THE TELLERBOT'S FEET. IF YOU DO THIS, I WONT HURT YOU, OTHERWISE I CANNOT BE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR INJURY! I AM DESIGNED TO PICK UP 300 POUNDS OF DEAD WEIGHT AND MY HAND GRIP OF 75 LBS PER SQUARE INCH WHICH IS ROUGHLY THREE TIMES THE STRENGTH OF AN AVERAGE HUMAN MALE. I REPEAT, YOU MUST SURRENDER!! As the tellerbot finished it's sentence, it hesitated for a few seconds then stood up, standing at about 6 feet, almost two inches taller than myself. I stood frozen as it walked over to a wall. The right tall black boot of the tellerbot stepped on a hidden switch, which opened a built in wall control panel with several (circuit breaker type) throw switches in it. Her white nylon glove slid several inches out of her sleeve without giving away it's full length, as she reached toward the control panel switches. At this point she eased off the floor switch with her boot and then in unison reapplied pressure with her boot and deftly flicked the throw switch. This appeared to be some kind of a sequence as I heard a few clicks which indicated that now all of the outer doors were locked!
The robot spoke again, --INTRUDER, THERE IS NO ESCAPE, ALL DOORS ARE SEALED. BEGIN INTRUDER ACQUISION-LEVEL1!! The tellerbot's same white glove then efficiently threw another switch as her boot stayed firmly planted on the hidden floor switch. This caused the room to be split in half as a gate came down between us. As soon as the gate came to a halt in the down postion, that soft white glove, that seemed so cool, smooth and innocent before was pulling on a lever that was sliding the gate toward me horizontally across the ceiling at a slow but deliberate rate. I was shocked, yet unbelievably turned on and wondered if I could sue the bank for giving me a coronary? Well, I wasn't hurt yet, but who knows what'll happen. The robot would pull on the lever, look my way again and repeat the action. The gate stopped when I was snared in a 3 feet by 10 feet section of the room. Next, the tellerbot snapped shut the control panel and slowly sauntered toward me. I became more and more agitated, yet I could feel my erection trying to pop thru my pants as the bootclicks on the tiled floor became louder and louder. The robot walked over to a small hidden door in the gate and punched a code. She stepped into my cell and closed the door behind her and faced me.
My android persuer spoke again, --BEGIN FINAL INTRUDER ACQUISITION!. The robot pulled a small strobe light out of her pocket and positioned her gloved finger to turn it on. This was the last straw, I was not going to be caged and then further humiliated. I had superior intelligence to this thing and hopefully some more craft! One hundred ninety pounds of me went barreling toward the robot's shoulder, hoping to knock her off balance and make her drop the strobe, hoping I could either disable her or limit her sight by getting the strobe myself. I was able to knock her in the shoulder, yet it was quite painful for me. She wobbled a bit, but held onto the strobe. What happened next was a bit of a surprise !
The tellerbot took the strobe and dropped it outside of the gate. I
thought, maybe I confused it? The robot spoke again, --COMPLETE FINAL INTRUDER
ACQUISTION, PHYSICAL CONTACT. This time the android came directly toward
me first. Her mincing steps in the high heeled boots came faster and faster,
then she stopped about 4 feet in front of me. She took a half step back
and put one foot forward and sexily rocked a tall black boot on it's heel.
This distracted me a bit too long as she backhanded me across the jaw.
This didn't hurt alot, but knocked me off balance. She effortlessly stepped
forward and crossed her boot behind me in the direction that I was off
balance and simultaneouly caught hold of my wrist. One quick twist of her
hand on my wrist in the direction of my weight caused me to trip over her
foot. As I tripped over her foot she lifted it up so I landed on by back.
Next, she sat on my chest adjusting her weight forward rendering me immobile.
She spoke again, --SURRENDER NOW AND I WILL DISPENSE MY SLEEPING GAS CANNISTER,
WITH THESE WHITE GLOVES THAT YOU TOUCHED BEFORE! Being wild with anger
and fear, I tried to rock her off to no avail. She just adjusted her weight
forward again which dampened my rocking. Next, she brought her black leather
boots up and wrapped them around my neck. In spite of my fear, I could
still smell the "new" leather scent. The robot spoke, --YOU LEAVE ME NO
CHOICE, MY BOOTS THAT YOU SPENT APPROXIMATELY 67.3% OF OUR CONTACT TIME
STUDYING WILL INDUCE YOUR SLEEP. I felt the pressure around my neck increase
and then there was darkness.
Part 2: THE INTERROGATIONI woke up with a nasty headache, staring at the ceiling of an examination room, much like in a doctor's office. When I attempted to get up, I noticed that my arms and legs were bound by large cuffs of velcro . The cuffs were not pulled taught, but tight enough that one set of fingers could not help the other arms or legs escape. I also noticed that my clothes had been replaced with a throwaway medical gown. There were also several unfamiliar pieces of medical equipment in the room. This situation was truly bizarre and it really didn't add up. Fourth National bank wasn't a government agency like the CIA. Who would spend millions on a robot like that? I pondered these questions for about 5 minutes and then heard the hollow clicks of boots on tile outside of the room.
My heart began to speed up rapidly. The door opened and the tellerbot appeared again. This time she was wearing a white lab coat over the red dress from before. The white nylon gloves were exchanged for black rubber gloves which also disappeared under her rolled up lab coat sleeves about 1/2 way up her forearms. The boots were the same black leather ones as before. She wore a small pink carnation pinned near the center of her chest. She clutched her rubber gloved hands together as if in anticipation of something, then spoke, --INTRUDER, ARE YOU NOW READY TO IDENTIFY YOURSELF AND PURPOSE? GIVEN YOUR TENUOUS SITUATION, I WILL GIVE YOU MORE TIME THAN BEFORE TO RESPOND. WOULD YOU LIKE SOMETHING FOR YOUR HEADACHE FROM THE STRANGULATION?
I nodded yes.
The android pulled open a drawer from under the table I was Secured to and produced a 2 pack of anacin. She ripped open the packet and put the two aspirin on the padded table next to me. Next she went over to a sink and got me a glass of water. The robot put the two pills in the palm of her rubber gloved hand and brought them up to my mouth for me to swallow. I picked them up in my lips and hesitated for a moment, pretending to be positioning the aspirins in my lips. The real reason was to savor the texture of the rubber glove touching my face and to breathe in it's scent. She then held the paper cup to my lips and seemed to be studying me as I drank the water.
--INTRUDER, IT IS NOW TIME TO SUPPLY THE REQUIRED INFORMATION. YOU HAVE 10 SECONDS. I thought, oh shit, not again. I lost my head, not wanting to indentify myself and the allotted time passed by again. The tellerbot spoke again, --BEGIN INFORMATION EXTRACTION SEQUENCE, PHASE I. The robot stepped on a pedal under the table with one of her high black boots and my bonds became tighter. Next, she pulled my medical gown off of my body and ripped off the sleeves. I was prone and nearly naked except for my underwear briefs. My vulnerability to this android caused my manhood to swell to new heights.
The robot spoke again, --INTRUDER, THIS MACHINE WILL GAUGE YOUR STIMULATION TO MY INTEROGATION. PREPARE FOR SAMPLING. The robot's rubber gloved hands made themselves very busy turning on and adjusting the knobs on an electronic box that looked like an EEG, but it wasn't. Six electrodes were carefully placed on my scalp. The box had a simple display on it. There were two black horizontal lines near the top and bottom. The line near the top was marked "pleasure threshold". The line on the bottom was marked "pain threshold". The robot stepped back from the table in full view and slowly paced the room, her high heeled boots made a quiet swishing sound against the lab coat as she studyied the display. A thick green bar appeared from the center of the screen and nearly rose to the line marked pleasure threshold. -- CAPTIVE, YOU SPEND A HIGH PERCENTAGE OF OUR CONTACT TIME WATCHING MY FOOTWEAR, IN ADDITION DURING THIS PERIOD YOU REGISTER A HIGH THRESHOLD OF PLEASURE. YOU ALSO TOUCHED MY BOOTS WHEN I WAS IN PASSIVE MODE. I went to speak, but the robot hushed me by putting her rubber covered hand over my mouth. QUIET! YOUR SUBJECTIVE INPUT WILL BE EVALUATED AT A LATER TIME WHEN YOU LEARN TO OBEY!
PREPARE FOR PAIN THRESHOLD CALIBRATION!
The android first located a pressure point on my upper thigh and gave it a healthy squeeze. The monitor showed my reaction slightly above the pain threshold.
PREPARE FOR PLEASURE THRESHOLD CALIBRATION!
The tellerbot stood along side the table and placed her cool rubber gloves on my stomach. They seemed to be tracing random patterns . I slowly realized what was happening as the movements gained effectiveness in tickling me. Suddenly the tellerbot's rubber gloved hands burrowed into both of my ribs simultaneously and it dawned on me that her interrogation included tickling. I enjoyed sensual tickling, but this was sensory overload. It was a different type of tickling from what I had ever experienced. Instead of soft strokes, the tellerbots fingers were like small yet powerful vibrators. Sometimes the vibrations were rapid and tiny, other times she poked me with her rubber fingertips. The effect was maddening, but highly erotic. The robot also seemed to catalogue my most ticklish spots as my ribs were fully "sampled". I tried to move away from the fingers and screamed out. Without missing a beat, the tellerbot tightened my bonds with a brief tap of her boot on the table length adjustment pedal, located under the table and continued her treatment. Her face had a single minded determined look which barely changed expression. At this point my genitals were becoming intensely sore from the robots incessant tickle teasing, yet the gloves never touched my genitals. I was experiencing blue balls and beyond. At one point the robot did seem to study my chronic erection.
DEAR CAPTIVE, IT IS NOW TIME TO GO BEYOND THE PLEASURE THRESHOLD. YOU ARE SUFFICIENTLY VULNERABLE TO TICKLING. COMMENCE TICKELING LEVEL II Without saying another word the android produced two feathers out of her apron pockets. Her black rubber gloved hands holding the feathers began their random patterns, but this time on many body parts: the navel, breasts thighs, belly then back to ribs. Her pretty asian features barely changed from that determined expression, occasionally pursing her lips when a particularly ticklish spot was discovered. The tickling attacks became very random, I didn't know where she would strike next. At one point the robot was able to look away from the feedback screen and my body and just tickle. After the sampling was finished, the pleasure turned into agony because all of the sensitive spots were given just too much feathered attention. When I thought that the agony had reached a peak, it got worse. She seemed to tickle at the same maddening rate, but spend all of her time on the sensitive spots and travel very quickly between them. I found myself laughing out loud uncontrollably. After a few minutes she stopped.
DEAR INTRUDER, CAPTIVE AND POOR SOUL, YOUR BODY HAS BEEN SAMPLED TO THE EXTENT THAT I CAN CAUSE YOU AGONY AT WILL. IN FACT I CAN NOT GUARANTEE THAT THE NEXT LEVEL OF TICKELING WOULD NOT CAUSE A PHYSICAL OR EVEN MENTAL HEALTH RISK. SHOULD I CONTINUE WITH LEVEL 3 TREATMENT? To show her serious intentions, her beautiful, yet relentlessly punishing black boot stepped down once more, on the table length control, which made my bonds impossibly tight. Next, she fixed me with an angry gaze and slowly closed the distance between the feathers and my captive torso.
During this bizarre chain of events, I couldn't think very clearly (the
tickling was driving me downright loopy) and attempted to hatch a desperate
plan. I didn't want to be caught poking around in this experimental lab,
yet being on the edge kept me from seeing the possible ramifications of
fraudulent actions. There was only one bank name and matching ID that I
knew besides my own. In desperation I interrupted the android, --MS Tellerbot,
I have your answer! Without moving, she stared intently at me.
Part 3: GETTING TO KNOW YOUINTRUDER, I AWAIT YOUR ANSWER. LACK OF HONESTY WILL RESULT IN LEVEL 3 TICKLING AS PUNISHMENT. PLEASE PROCEED.
My name is Steven Tweed.
WHAT IS YOUR BANK ID AND MOTHER'S MAIDEN NAME?
My ID is 116046 and my mother's maiden name is Astor.
WHAT IS YOUR SOCIAL SECURITY ID.
(The CEOs blue blood background was nearly common knowledge. We administer the database for the CEO's private portfolio which includes his SS# and bank ID. Being a bit envious I seemed to remember some of his particulars.)
I CANNOT FULLY COMPLETE YOUR SECURITY PROFILE BECAUSE THERE IS NO OCCULAR SCAN ON RECORD FOR YOU. AS SUCH, YOUR RELEASE IS IMPOSSIBLE. YET SINCE I HAVE A 51.7% CONFIDENCE RATE THAT YOU ARE STEVEN TWEED.AS SUCH,, YOUR INTEROGATION WILL CEASE. PLEASE ACCEPT MY APOLOGY UP FRONT! I'M SURE YOU RECOGNIZE MY SECURITY OBLIGATIONS. I REALIZE THAT MY PAST ACTIONS TO A CEO COULD HAVE SERIOUS RAMIFICATIONS.
The tellerbot hung her head low for a moment. She then stepped down
with one of her glossy boots and significantly loosened my bonds.
SHALL I TOWEL OFF YOUR BODY FLUIDS MR CEO?
The android went over to the sink and prepared a hot towel bath. She returned and with apparent tenderness gently washed my whole body from head to toe, not once going near the genitals. During this time she gave me several sweet awkward smiles.
MR CEO, I CANNOT RELEASE YOU UNTIL I GET CONFIRMATION BY A SECURITY STAFF MEMBER. THIS COULD TAKE SEVERAL HOURS, BUT PERHAPS I CAN ENTERTAIN YOU WITH THE CONTENTS OF MY DATABASE.
YOUR CHOICES ARE:
I interrupted the tellerbot. --Please tell me about robot training.
THIS WAY YOU CAN PROVIDE IMPORTANT INFORMATION FOR MY NEURAL NET.
That might interesting.
I MAY REQUIRE A BRIEF TESTING PERIOD WITH YOU TO SYNTHSIZE THE NEW DATA.
OK, LETS BEGIN TRAINING SEQUENCE. SHOULD I REMOVE YOUR BONDS?
The tellerbot pulled up a chair, sat down and crossed her booted legs. The lab coat rose up to her knees, but no boot tops were in sight. She then clenched her black rubber gloves together and looked at the pleasure/pain monitor, as if for my reaction. She would occasionally do other things like rock her boot heel, smooth her gloves or adjust a control on the monitor and then study the monitor's reaction.
--Can you tell me why you didn't phone my presence to security and instead took it upon yourself to apprehend me?
A THOUSAND PARDONS MR CEO. THERE IS NO PHONE HOOKUP TO SECURITY. I TOOK IT UPON MYSELF TO CAPTURE YOU. YOU WALKED INTO AN INCOMPLETE TEST BED IN ADVANCED LAB 12. I WAS ONLY TURNED ON 3 TIMES IN THE BANK WITH MY FULL NEURAL NET INSTALLED AND THOSE TIMES THE DEVELOPER HAD MY REMOTE CONTROL CUTOFF MECHANISM READY TO USE IF NEEDED DUE TO MY POTENTIAL PHYSICAL AGRESSIVENESS.
Why did you rock back on your heel before in the other room before you hit me?
I NOTICE WHAT DISTRACTS OTHERS AND USE IT TO MY ADVANTAGE
--Do you have a name?
PLEASE CALL ME MORI, SHORT FOR MORIKKO. SOME OF MY LINEAGE IS ALSO JAPANESE AND AMERICAN.BESIDES CHINESE.
Mori, where did you learn how to fight humans?
IN THE JAPENESE ARMY. AFTER 4 MONTHS MY MATCHES IN JUDO RAN 99.7% UDEFEATED, DUE TO THE STRENGTHENING OF MY NEURAL NET (experiances). I LOST TO A SIXTH DEGREE BLACKBELT WHO TURNED ME OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF A MATCH. YET HE WAS IN A COMPROMISED SITUATION IN A FIREMAN'S CARRY HOLD ABOUT 2.5 SECONDS FROM A PIN. HE WOULD NOT HAVE A REMATCH.
Mori, why do you wear boots and gloves?
HERSCHBERG, MY DEVELOPER SEEMS TO PREFER THEM TO OTHER ACCESORIES. HE TELLS ME THEY ARE MORE FASHIONABLE AND MORE AUTHORITATIVE THAN OTHER CLOTHES.
MISTER CEO, I BELIEVE IT IS MY TURN TO ASK SOME QUESTIONS.
MISTER CEO, WHY DID YOU TOUCH MY GLOVES AND FOOTWEAR BEFORE WHEN I WAS IN PASSIVE MODE IN THE OTHER ROOM. ALSO WHY DO YOU STARE AT AND SEEM TO HAVE PLEASURE WATCHING ME PERFORM ANY KIND OF MOVEMENT WITH MY BOOTS OR GLOVES? I 'VE BEEN CONFIRMING PREVIOUS OBSERVATIONS OF THIS BY WATCHING YOUR STIMULUS LEVELS DURING OUR PRESENT CONVERSATION. DO YOU ALSO FIND MY ACCESORIES AUTHORITATIVE OR FASHIONABLE?
Yes. they are authoratative and constantly excite me!
Sometimes men like to be teased and pampered by women (or robots I guess) wearing your sort of clothing. In fact you've done everything but give me an orgasm.
WHAT IS TEASING AND WHAT IS AN ORGASM?
Teasing can include non direct stimulation for a while before direct genital stimulation is given. It can also mean other things like verbal teasing and playing games. The games can even include pampering or in my prone state threats. Your tickling is certainly a form of teasing when it doesn't exceed the pleasure threshold. . Most men need direct stimulation on the genitals to achieve orgasm. It is generally the highest form of human sexual pleasure, though your teasing can equal it Mori. A man will ejaculate his sperm during orgasm. Would you care to incorporate this into your neural net?
MR CEO, THIS AREA WAS AVOIDED IN MY TRAINING BY HERSHBERG. IF IT PLEASES ONE OF YOUR POSITION, IT WILL PLEASE ME! I BELIEVE IT IS CALLED MASTERBATION?
(Sex with a robot would be a little too bizarre!)
SO I SHOULD TEASE YOU, PAMPER YOU, THREATEN YOU AND LATER MASTERBATE YOU?
Yes. Just look in your database about how you've stimulated me in the past. When you feel you're ready, you can begin your direct genital stimulation.
BEGIN LEVEL THREE TICKELING INTEROGATION! YOU ARE NOT MR CEO.
YOUR EYE COLOR DOES NOT MATCH THE CEOS!!! YOU ARE A LIAR! PREPARE FOR SEVERE PUNISHMENT AND ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT.
The tellerbot walked over to the table and tightened my bonds with a hard stamp of her right boot on the table length adjustment pedal. Her eyes glaring at me, she took out both feathers and begin to tickle me like the dickens until I interrupted her.
Mori, I am the CEO and have blue eyes!!!!!!!!
She then stopped and loosened the bonds.
SCARED YOU MR CEO! I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR EYE COLOR SHOULD BE! HA HA! YOU'RE LUCKY, IF YOU CONFESSED, I WOULD HAVE HAD TO PUNISHED YOU!
Whoosh, you sure did scare me! (Her last actions were weird. They would have been appeared to have been trained.)
I UNDERSTAND YOUR DESIRES! PLEASE STAY SILENT AND LET ME TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR BODY!
Mori stood up and paced the room a few times as I listened to the click of her 5" heeled heeled boots on the tiled floor. She then smoothed her rubber gloves and walked over and readjusted all the pleasure/pain monitor controls very slowly and delicately. Next she walked over to the lab table and stepped down on the table adjustment with her boot to make it slightly uncomfortable and giving me a knowing smile. She cooed, POOR STEVEN. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH YOU? As she held my face with her gloved hands just so I could drink in the rubber scent.
The tellerbot momentarily rested her rubber gloves on my my stomach and played with my navel. Next she opened a jar of rubbing oil and applied it to my nipples and took her time rubbing it in with the lightest of strokes causing unfathomable pleasure and probably the 100th erection of the day. Next the feathers came out, this time I was sampled head to feet. Only occasionally would she push me beyond my limits, once doing a slight tightening of my bonds with a boot tap on the bonds pedal, occasionally one of the rubber gloves would rub my erection and Mori would say, HAVE PATIENCE STEVEN. All of this was done without even looking at the monitor.
After what seemed too long, the robot pulled my briefs down And lightly squeezed my penis head between her thumb and index finger. She messaged it for a moment then let go and readjusted the controls on the monitor. Afterwards she turned to me with a child-like evil Smile and said, NOW WHERE WAS I? She seemed to get a good grasp of the situation almost instantly and modulated my ecstacy both above and below the pleasure boundary. She also experimented by rubbing and pulling my testicles. and re-oiling her gloves and lightly brushing my nipples. This monitor was truly reading my mind. She decided to finish me up about after about 10 minutes . Needless to say, her sampling techniques, facilitated by her slick rubber gloves worked with great efficacy. I rested afterwards as she washed my genitals with rubbing alchohol.
Testing the waters, she gently stroked my penis, sensing that my desire had not abated, she said -I'M NOT QUITE FINISHED WITH YOU YET! She removed my velcro bonds and directed me to stand up. I became instantly excited as I stood facing her, due to her superior height, fetish outfit and my nakedness. The electrodes were still attached to my scalp recording my reactions. Mori gently tripped me with a sweep of her boot, caught me and guided me down to the floor. Next she gently prodded me and kicked me with her boots, ocassionally stepping on my cock. This seemed weird, not her actions (they were heavenly to me) but how did she know how to tease dominantly? Next she hoisted me up across her lap and gently spanked me while she took me to heaven and back with her attention to my penis using her rubber gloved hand.
After she finished, I asked her - Mori, where did you learn to interrogate through ticklng and to spank and stimulate a man?
MY DEVELOPER WORKS WITH ANOTHER PROGRAMMER. HE "TRAINED" ME FOR A FEW MONTHS. I THINK HERSHBERG IS UNAWARE OF THE NATURE OF HIS TRAINING.
It made sense. Even though the robot could learn many things, they all had to be trained. The robot's ability to synthesize data to create new behavior is not creative and far inferior to that of a human.
I noticed afterwards that the robot was becoming very still.
MR CEO, FOR NEURAL NET INTEGRITY, MY TRAINING SESSIONS ARE LIMITED TO 1 HOUR. PLEASE STAND BY WHILE I RECHARGE FOR THE NEXT 15 MINUTES! SORRY, THIS EVENT WAS UNEXPECTED.
Can you please loosen my bonds?
With my bonds loosend, I gathered my clothes, left the room, quickly
changed and walked over to the room where the first encounter was with
the tellerbot. I saw a technician come walking in and flashed my badge
and ran past him. Unknowingly, I dropped a visa receipt on the floor when
I reached in my pocket for my badge.
Returning to work the next day, I received an interesting email from mori.fourrthnational.com.
DEAR MR JONES,
I'D LIKE TO CONTINUE OUR VISIT. WE HAVE SOME UNFINISHED BUSINESS.
GLOVES AND KISSES,
PS. IN THREE WEEKS, I'LL BE TRAINED TO NAVIGATE OUTSIDE THE BANK. PERHAPS I'LL MAKE YOU AN UNANNOUNCED HOUSE CALL.
PPS. TRICK OR TREAT? ONLY MY NEURAL NET WILL KNOW FOR SURE. HA HA!!
I fainted on my desk!
Part 4: FROM THE SUBLIME TO THE RIDICULOUS
Dec 22, 3:06 AM- REM (Dream) sleep
... Large gentle female hands encased in buttery soft melted on black leather reach down for me from way high up. My bed tilts just perceptively as these gloves begin to perform their mission.
As I lie on my back in a prone position, one glove snakes under and supports my neck. I also feel the softness of fur behind my neck. The other glove tunnels under my thighs and finds it's target around my far thigh.
The smell of leather overpowers and envelops me such that I feel precum at the tip of my shaft. With this awareness, I try to focus on the dream, which I am becoming aware of. "Please let it continue!".
Effortlessly I am lifted off my bed up and up and held lovingly in a cradled position. I am feeling now like a very small child, quite vulnerable yet momentarily secure. The leather smell is omnipotent. My face nuzzles against a swelling breast covered by a black leather winter coat with fur adornments.
Suddenly I feel a gentle swaying as I'm being carried away, far far
Dec 22 3:08 AM- The Ride
Consciousness is slowly arriving. BRRRR it's cold !!! As my eyes fully open, I realize that I'm riding in the front passenger seat of a large luxury car. I have no socks, shoes or outerwear. It's just paunchy me and hanes against the world. I rub my bare feet on the plush carpet for warmth.
It dawns on me that I have no idea where I'm going as I look over at the driver. My first vision is those buttery soft leather gloves resting on a steering wheel. They disappear several buttons (inches) up under a fur cuff sleeve of an exquisite leather winter coat.
My groggy brain begs the question, "Is the leather fantom in my dream
actually taking me for a car ride"? If so, where the hell are we going?
Robots? Banks? Deep s--- ? Oh No!!!
Too startled to speak, I continue my observations...
The leather coat had an attached hood ringed by fur that this real (phantom?) was wearing, it masked most of her face. She was also wearing a pastel colored silk scarf covering her mouth, lower nose and chin. All I could see were blond bangs and sunglasses. The fantom was driving and looking straight forward as if I wasn't there. Except for the hum of the motor, there was silence.
The center console seemed to be removed from the car. All of the controls were on the front panel, which resembled the cockpit of an airplane. They glowed eery blue and green lights in the 3AM darkness.
Genetically wired at birth to inventory all female footware, I strained my neck forward to look at the phantom's shoes. I was dying of suspense, but could not see what was controlling the car's pedals and my destiny. About a minute later, which seemed like an enternity, the mysterious lady suddenly reached up to a silver knob on the front panel. Her custom made black glove adjusted the knob by turning it very slowly, apparently savoring the task as I watched. As the knob turned, internal lights went on one at a time, each with a soft click. Two lights went on, one at her feet another by her head.
In spite of seeing her other leather clothing, due to my groggy state, I was not prepared for the sight of her footwear. One word came to mind, MASTERFUL! These boots were donned to MASTER whatever they did and whoever they did "it" to. I saw a long Cruella type boot slowly adjusting the gas pedal to maintain highway speed. The boots disappeared under the driver's coat just below her knees. Maybe they were thigh boots?... another mystery. They were black leather, very tight fitting with stiletto 6" heels, recently polished, yet you could see that they were well broken in from other "action". This only turned me on more. She also wore small spurs strapped to her boot shafts. The straps also featured small silver spikes over their whole length. The phantom's boots had sexy crinkles that changed shapes as she worked the pedals.
Looking at the phantom's overhead light, I noticed that she rode high in the seat and that her boot adorned legs looked very long. I wondered if she stood upright in her fetish gear by how much would she dwarf my 5'10"? I fantasized that my mouth would be even with the huge swelling breasts of my dream that were now well hidden by her leather coat.
Looking through the tinted glass, there were no familiar landmarks as the rural countryside rolled by. Being a geographic illiterate, the highways and road signs were lost on me. Could I escape somehow? My lack of clothing didn't make it easy. Clever phantom! How did she know to flick on the interior lights?
I saw that I was belted into a bucket seat with armwrests and a conventional looking seatbelt. By looking down, I observed that the belt had a normal red button for a release. My attention lingered on the release for a few moments. Meanwhile, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the phantom turn ever so slightly to observe me. My curiosity caused her to react ...
There was a fluid motion of boots and spurs as her right boot pressed down on the gas and accelerated the car from 55 to 75 mph. Her left black boot shifted from a resting postion to be placed over a small remote round pedal. A form fitting black leather glove slid about 4 inches out of its fur cuffed leather sleeve as it left the steering wheel and reached for a small joy stick on the console. The glove showed no buttons or openings as it she wrapped it around the joy stick and proceeded to stroke it up and down. She continued looking forward and caressing the joy stick making me very hot and bothered. The distraction was hypnotic as intended, temporarily soothed my paranoia and squelched any desire to escape. Nothing else happenned.
After a minute, her thumb pointed straight up as her left leather boot flexed and crushed down on the small round pedal. Next the gloved thumb pushed down on a red button at the tip of the joystick as the phantom jerked it hard to the left. This caused the arms of my bucket seat to swivel inward and lock around me tightly like a large arm. My captor also jerked the joystick in a down postion which adjusted the chair arms snuggly against my hips. Afterwards the glove left the joystick and returned to the wheel gently tapping some unknown rythym. Her right boot eased off the gas and continued it's gentle rocking motion to keep the car cruising at 55. She also released her left boot's pressure from the circular pedal, but kept her boot perched directly above it as my eyes became transfixed on her 6" heels.
Needless to say, despite the eroticism of the situation it was still
a nightmare. Who was this phantom? What was her relationship to Moriko
at Fourth National Bank? In addition to being dressed in my skivies in
late December with no idea where I am and at the complete mercy of my captor,
I still had other handicaps. I was quite shy with woman. This is multiplied
by a thousand fold when I find myself in the rush of a fetish fantasy situation
that is overloading my circuit breakers. Being kidnapped by a dominant
amazon masterfully controlling me and a luxury car with her leather accessories
and gadgets is my deepest fantasy. The phantom's boots and gloves were
controlling me remotely and effortlessly in the most erotic way. Actually
living this fantasy gives my stomach the worst butterflies. Her silence
only adds to her remoteness, control and my nervousness. I don't know how
to talk to this goddess. I didn't know how to talk to ordinary women! She
did make the first move bringing me here? Moriko was different, she was
a robot and spoke first.
Part 5- Predicaments! Predicaments!
Summoning up my courage... (In a weak crackling voice) Excuse me mam, can you tell me where we're going? This caused a very different reaction...
Still looking forward, this dark angel (deviliss is probably more appropriate) reached over and with a tickle of her black covered index finger turned on the car's automatic speed control. The next step was to totally remove both boots from the pedals and bring them to rest closer to her on the floor. The pointy boot tips were now visible in a surreal sort of way by the eery yellow floor light. She then slightly unzipped her jacket. Not removing her scarf or hood, she slowly removed a strange looking necklace that appeared to be an electrical attachment for a piece of lab equipment. The jacket was rezipped as she remained the consummate phantom. The next move was quite unexpected ...
My mysterious hostess brought her dark chocolate covered hand up to her face and it disappeared into the hood for a moment. Immediately after, at a teasingly slow rate, her hand slid down to her thigh and rested there for a moment. She repositioned her left boot over that obscure circular pedal again. I thought, "Oh no, here comes another suprise". yet I was being hypnotized as her merciless glove shot up to the console and erotically brushed over and even grasped a few controls as if they were a person's errogenous zone, but the ploy was to be a scene of a larger act. This served to distract me again until I realized what her glove's final target was...
The glove glided off the console and headed my way. Her furry sleeve cuff overshot me and then glided sensually under my nose tickling it as her index finger came to rest there. I also noticed that my captor was partially turned toward me. Her dark glasses, hood and scarf masked any facial expression. The finger was slightly damp, perfumed and began to give my lips attention with it's strokes. It pierced my lips and used my tongue for moisture. Her glove then moved down and began to stroke my right nipple from outside of my undershirt. Next the glove moved inside of my shirt and began to delicately pinch and tickle the nipple as the fur cuff stroked the my chest and other nipple. "I don't quite know where this was going, but I surely liked this part of my "treatment". Next her hand found it's way south and pulled on the elastic waistband of my briefs. This exposed my penis so she could examine it. The briefs were then pulled down leaving me exposed and pointing straight up, not to mention undescribably hot and bothered.
Her glove was now a bit more "business like" as it reached up and briefly pushed a small red button on the console while a long boot coordinated pressure to the left circular pedal. This red button is now lit up.
Clearly setting me up for a fall, my captor's movements became clinical. She took the electrical device attachment off of her lap. It was a four way attachment. There were two alligator clips each extending out of an ultrasonic grape sized device, a cylinder and a key. She fastened the small loose alligator clips to my two erect nipples. Next, she efficiently slid the cylinder that looked like a chinese fingercuff over my c--- and tightened it with a clasp. The key was inserted into a slot in the dash marked "biofeedback x-ceiver".
This sadistical pied piper was playing me like an instrument. So far, when I made any independant action, she would counteract it by a larger reaction by many orders of magnitude. Her reactions always featured an initial pacifying sexual tease ending in a predicament. The teasing and predicament phases were building cumulatively. Moriko's knowledge gained through "sampling" me in the bank labratory had to have been imparted to the fantom. She was completely sensitized to my fetish within a fetish. I am uncontrollably stimulated by watching her boots and gloves adeptly manipulate the cars controls. This is further intensified by my increasing helplessness and her silent aggressiveness.
A few minutes pass as the phantom looks straight ahead and drives, making no overt attempts to distract me. Trying to be as polite as possible I ask, "May I speak with you?"
My captor continued looking forward, then after a few minutes she reached into her leather coat and pulled out some deep brown lipstick. She pulled her scarf down a bit and sensually applied the lipstick, occasionally glancing in the overhead mirror. She was facing straight forward and the hood was blocking any view of her lips. At one point she subtly moved the lipstick in and out of her mouth and gently rotated it by her glove tips. It looked like she was giving the lipstic a "head" and handjob in stereo. I decided not to scold her about watching the road! She blotted her lips with a tissue, which she then tossed into my lap. The scarf was replaced and the lipstick was then put away.
A short time later, the villainess started pushing up both jacket sleeves, to reveal several more inches of tight uninterupted leather and moved her free glove up to the console ... ready to strike. Her fingers brush over a few "unused" controls for a second and then her index finger caresses a pushbutton that brightly indicates the passenger compartment temperature. It is 57 degrees and bareably chilly. She grabbed hold of the "Passenger Environment Temperature Control" and flipped it to the bottom of the blue zone. Next, about 12" of apparently endless black glove reaches up and casually rotates the Air Conditioning dial through all of it's positions to maximum. As the temperature dropped, the phantom pulled her scarf a little tighter and did a slow erotic dance by gyrating her hips and flexing her boots, apparently to keep warm. As I froze, both long black gloves took turns pulling on and smoothing out the other glove's almost non-existant wrinkles as it held tightly onto the wheel.
My compromised situation limited my possibilities in this crisis somewhere between trussed up frozen turkey and human dashboard attachment. (Don't even think about human cigarette lighter!) No, that's too negative, even if it's true! I knew that somehow talking to the fantom was my only chance of escape, yet every attempt threw me deeper into the abyss of predicament. At first goosepimples covered me everywhere that I could see. After a minute I began to shiver involuntarily, making any logical thoughts nearly impossible ...
In a last ditch effort ... "Mistress, may this humble slave speak?"
The fantom teasingly tapped the temperature indicator with her ebony fingertip which brightly showed 45 degrees. After a short delay, her (up to now) relentless glove showed some mercy and slid the Passenger Environment Temperature Control into the red region. This increased the car temperature quickly into the relatively toasty 60's.
At this point, I've calmed down a little and a deep rage starts to boil in spite of the fetish cornucopia and temp warm up. A little bondage with leather is ok but long term subjugation and severe discomfort cause me to literally grind my teeth. My anonymous mistress senses this and responds ...
Her left boot carefully positions itself above the left circular "Device Enabler" pedal as her right long boot slips over a new target chosen for my "amusement". It's a fourth short narrow pedal to the left of the brake. She wastes no time. As her left boot crushes down, both gloves reach through the steering wheel. A small plastic panel is opened wide on the dash and both kidskinned hands are simultaneously adjusting knobs inside it. Many soft clicking noises can be heard as the knobs are turned. After a short time the gloves are back on the wheel and her right boot flexes up away from the pedal and then slowly applies pressure. This was the start of a new sensation ...
My c--- and nipples were being aroused with an extremely delicate tickling
sensation. The intensity varied with her boot pressure.
Actually the gentlest pressure was the most stimulating (featherlike) yet maddening. After a short time a soft black glove with nearly invisible seams reached up and delicately pulled out a knob from the control panel. Her right boot continued it's gentle rocking motion and then eased off the pedal, yet the sensations continued. The phantom had apparently crafted a "masterbation macro". My privates would
be gently tickled by the ultrasound and brought near ejaculation, then a burst of rough pressure would shut me down just before orgasm. The feelings came randomly. I recognized the word x-ceiver before which implied that there was a biofeedback loop to sense my reactions.
This pacifying phase was completely effective at soothing my rage. Next
a glove came up pushed back in the knob, ceasing all sensation. After all
I'd been through, her next action suprised me further ...
Part 6: Peek a boo ...
Attempting to clear my head, I gazed down at the floor and became lost in thought for what must have been 30 seconds. Upon looking up, I let out a small gasp ... The phantom had surreptitiously slid her scarf down to her neck, during my lapse, exposing her lower face.
The phantom's heart shaped lips were smiling at me in an enigmatic way. Her glossy dark brown lips contrasted with her lightly tanned skin, making them more dramatic, even mesmerizing. She had high cheek bones and a firm chin line that would have made any Hollywood plastic surgeon proud. Her nose was of medium size and straight, being slightly upturned at the end. It had a softening effect in contrast to her dramatic bone structure, complementing and adding to her beauty. The hood and opaque glasses still masked her eyes and hair.
My captor seemed to throw me a pouty air-kiss as a smooth black hand worked the car's directional signal lever. Her booted feet stepped on the gas and brake pedals in unison, which tightly controlled our deceleration rate, as we exited the highway. The exit road had no lights and was surrounded by woods. The car's brights switched on automatically. We continued on this road no other cars passed us. At this point, my captor turned to me and spoke!!! ...
ARE YOU ENJOYING THE RIDE? I HOPE YOU DON'T FIND YOUR ACCOMODATIONS TOO UNCOMFORTABLE.
--I'm really not sure what this is all about. (Lying though my teeth)
I'M SORRY KEVIN, BUT YOU'RE NOT BEING TOTALLY HONEST. DON'T EVER TAKE ME FOR A FOOL! YES, I KNOW YOUR NAME AND YOU ARE NOT THE FOURTH NATIONAL BANK CEO.
My arm wrests became unbareably tight against my waist as the phantom adjusted the pressure using the small joystick on the console. After about a minute, her glove eased the joystick back to a moderatly uncomfortable setting and returned to the steering wheel.
FOR YOUR INFORMATION, THE BIOFEEDBACK SYSTEM CONNECTED TO YOUR PRIVATES
ALSO FUNCTIONS AS A LIE DETECTOR. I CAN DETECT A LIE BY A SPIKE IN YOUR
--Can you tell me what annoys you so I can avoid your wrath?
ACTUALLY, MY RULES ARE PURPOSEFULLY INCONSISTANT. I'M VERY UNPREDICTABLE. THAT PUTS YOU AT A DISADVANTAGE, DOESN'T IT?
In a nervous voice, not knowing what the outcome will be --Mmam, I'm dying of curiosity, will you show me the rest of your face? Would you share your beauty with me?
The phantom reached over and started to lightly stroke the hair on my thigh with her long black glove.
HOW SWEET AND SHY! FLATTERY MAY GET YOU SOMEWHERE.
She slowly unzippered her coat leaving her hood on as both stilleto heeled boots crushed down on the brake pedal in unison. The car came to a halt. Next the sunglasses were removed and she eased out of her coat and placed it in the back seat. Her high heeled boot reapplied pressure to the gas and we continued on our journey.
What I saw made my c--- point true north (like a compass) ...
She had straight blond hair in different tones ending a bit past her shoulders. Each tinted lock of hair seemed to end gracefully at a different length, layered on her back and shoulders. Her bangs were expertly squared off to complement her facial features. A tasteful silk black dress hugged her curvaceous figure. Her breasts were full, well formed and filled out the dress. The sleeves of her dress ended above the elbow covering the tops of her long black leather gloves. The dress ended several inches above the knee, yet there were still no signs of boot tops. She kept her pastel colored scarf around her neck, which added color to the black dress and accesories. As I observed this image of perfection, I was also being watched through large almond shaped grey-blue eyes that had a very knowing gaze. I also noticed that the eyes were not human... Like Moriko, the phantom's facial expressions did not always change smoothly. On the phantom, this was a bit more subtle. She stared at me intently and seemed to be reading this thought. Her voice did not give away that she was robotic.
--Thank you for showing yourself. You are truly beautiful!
THANK YOU. I'VE BEEN KNOWN TO HAVE THAT EFFECT. SINCE YOUR ESCAPE IS QUITE HOPELESS AND I'VE BROUGHT YOU TO THIS REMOTE AREA, I THOUGHT I COULD GRANT YOUR WISH AND SHOW MYSELF. I'M AFRAID THOUGH, SINCE YOU'VE SEEN ME, YOUR FULL NEUTRALIZATION HAS TO START EARLIER.
--Can you tell me what your plans are for me?
ACTUALLY, I'M ABOUT TO ASSESS THAT DURING OUR CONVERSATION.
--What may I call you?
MISTRESS DIA OR DIA IF YOU'RE FEELING LUCKY.
--What does Dia stand for?
ACTUALLY, THAT'S A SENSITIVE SUBJECT, I'M SURE YOU'LL FIND OUT SOON ENOUGH.
Dia offered her gloved hand to me to kiss and just as quickly removed it.
Feelings of hopelessness were seriously deflating my male ego. I couldn't break out of my bonds. Even if I tried, certainly the robot could physically overpower me or easily serve up some new punisment with a flick of her gloved fingers. I tried not to feel bad about what I couldn't control, not being superman, but that was impossible. What the hell was the story behind this robot? Who and how would someone create something like this? I could see a high level design spec read, "control and titilate in every possible way". It was also scary thinking that if the adroid was totally autonomous, what else was she capable of doing to me?
This strange situation was causing me to have conflicting emotions.
Being kidnapped caused me to develop affectionate feelings for this mechanical
mistress, due to feelings of dependency that I hadn't felt since childhood
(plus other obvious reasons). Another "being" was , totally controlling
me, yet in a bizarre way seeing to my needs. I felt like I was 2 years
old. The fact that she was a robot and a fetish fantasy made it all stranger.
I was also becoming confused, I didn't know if I wanted to run away, sit
and gawk at her or lose it completely and beg her to let me sit on her
lap while she caressed me with her black leather hands. (Any typical male
aggression was of course totally ridiculous and dangerous.)
Dia gave me a deceptively sweet smile as her left black boot positioned itself over the wicked device enabler pedal. Her right glove let go of the wheel and grasped a nearly hidden black and silver valve under the dash. Her kidskinned hand barely turned the valve to the right as her left boot stepped all of the way down on the device enabler pedal. The sound of a fan started up and I instantly became light headed. I thought that I might pass out, but didn't.
--Wha's dis (sluring my words)
MR JONES, THIS IS THE LAST PHASE OF YOUR NEUTRALIZATION. MY LEATHER GLOVE WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY HIGH HEELED BOOT, BOTH OF WHICH YOU ARE SO OBVIOUSLY FOND OF, ARE CONTROLLING THE MIX OF AIR AND GAS IN THE CAR MAKING YOU QUITE DOCILE. THE VAPORIZED SODIUM PENTATHAL ADDITIVE WILL ALSO CAUSE YOU TO SUPPLY TRUTHFUL ANSWERS DURING OUR CONVERSATION. YOUR RESPIRATION IS BEING MONITORED BY THE BIOFEEDBACK SYSTEM. BEING THAT I AM AN IMPROVEMENT OVER A HUMAN, I AM NOT AFFECTED BY THE GAS. YOU ARE NOW FULLY NEUTRALIZED AND TOTALLY UNDER MY CONTROL. YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT I HAVE REDUNDANT NEURAL NETWORKS AND WILL NOT INVOLUNTARILY NEED ANY DOWN TIME LIKE MORIKO.
As the ex-phantom spoke, her glove glided down my thigh and wrapped itself firmly around my scrotal sack. Dia had a slightly low resonant voice that had a soft midwest twang. She accented and hissed the "Z" in "neutralization" in quite a sultry fashion. She would tighten her grip to emphasize certain words.
SLAVE, THE REASON THAT YOU'RE HERE, AS YOU WELL KNOW , IS THAT YOU HAVE ACQUIRED KNOWLEDGE OF MORIKO AND NOW ME. I REALIZE THAT YOU ARE A VICTIM , BEING IN THE WRONG PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME, BUT NOW THAT CAN'T BE ERASED. CAN IT?
Dia stopped speaking for a moment and licked her dark leather index finger and thumb. She slid off my feedback ring, and rubbed my cockhead between her thumb and index finger. This time to emphasize her meaning, she would stroke me very lightly and slowly, taking several seconds to stroke from the c--- tip to the base.
KEVIN, DID YOU SPEAK TO ANYONE ABOUT YOUR ENCOUNTER WITH MORIKO?
YOU'RE EXTREMELY LUCKY THAT YOU DIDN'T SHARE THIS INFORMATION. YOUR BIOFEEDBACK READING SHOWS THAT YOU ARE BEING TRUTHFUL.
THE FACT THAT YOU KNOW ABOUT MORIKO AND I MEANS THAT YOU MUST REMAIN
AS OUR "PERMANENT GUEST". IF YOU ARE ABLE TO SERVE US SATISFACTORALLY,
AFTER AN INITIATION PERIOD, WE CAN AFFORD YOU MUCH PLEASURE TEMPERED BY
PROPER DISCIPLINE. I DON'T EVEN WANT TO SAY WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU DISAPPOINTED
US IN YOUR TRAINING...
AS I'M SURE YOU KNOW, THIS WHOLE OUTING HAS BEEN SETUP TO PUT YOU AT A DISADVANTAGE IN EVERY WAY, MAKING YOUR CAPTURE A CERTAINTY. NOT ONLY CAN I OVERPOWER YOU PHYSICALLY, BUT MY ANTI-PERSONNEL SYSTEM MAKES YOUR ESCAPE IMPOSSIBLE. WE ALSO KNOW ALOT ABOUT YOU FROM MORIKO'S SAMPLING.I AM WELL AWARE OF YOUR FASCINATION WITH MY LEATHER ACCESSORIES. THE BIOFEEDBACK READINGS SHOWS THAT YOU TRULY ENJOY WATCHING MY BOOTS AND GLOVES CONTROL YOU REMOTELY THROUGH THE CAR'S ANTI-PERSONNEL SYSTEM, EVEN THOUGH MY ACTIONS ARE SNEAKY AND SOMETIMES CRUEL. YOU ACTUALLY CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT. CAN YOU?
--That is true, mistress.
IN TIME, YOU PROBABLY WOULD NOT LEAVE, EVEN IF I OFFERED TO RELEASE
I ASSUME YOU WILL SERVE ME WILLINGLY?
The gas had a strange affect on me. I felt like I was outside of my body, yet I felt an inner calm.
--Mistress Dia, I tink I would have to ajus to the wole of servin you, but it would be bery excitin.
VERY WELL SLAVE. YOU PASS THE TEST. CONSIDER "US" YOUR PERMANANT "BABY SITTERS".
Dia's hand moved off of my swollen c--- and replaced the biofeedback c--- ring leaving me high but not dry. She then looked me in the eye and spoke ...
IT'S PAST YOUR BED TIME LITTLE BOY!
What I remembered before everything went black was Dia blowing a kiss
off of her glove to me. She then smoothed her silk dress and grasped the
gas valve again, turning it slowly with coordined pressure on the "enabler"
pedal from her black stilleto heeled boot, increasing the gas flow. Unconsiousness
Part 7: THE CONTEST?
I awoke with a start in another strange place, which was getting to be a habit these days. A hand was holding a smelling salt packet under my nose. I was naked and slumped on a white tiled floor in a large bare room.
As the hand withdrew, I noticed a familiar pair of black boots, one of which was impatiently tapping on the floor. Dia had removed her silk dress and gloves and was standing over me. She wore only black panties and her shapely breasts were nearly bursting through a black bra, which was a little small for her. Her body was designed to have a sensual athletic appeal. Her stomach was flat and showed the individual abdominal muscles. Her arms and shoulders were developed, yet not muscle bound and were quite toned. Her hands were very smooth and attractive in proportion to her above average stature. Dia's boots rose to within a few inches of her crotch.
GET UP SLAVE!
As I stood up I saw that Dia had over 5 inches on me. I suppose that barefoot we were about the same height.
KEVIN, I PROPOSE A CONTEST TO YOU. PLEASE NOTICE THAT ACROSS THE ROOM BY THE OPEN DOOR ARE THE DAY CLOTHES THAT I TOOK FROM YOUR APARTMENT. ALSO NOTICE THAT THE KEYS TO THE CADALLAC ARE PLACED NEXT TO YOUR CLOTHES IN A PADDED ENVELOPE. IF YOU GET PAST ME AND REACH THE DOOR BEFORE I DO, I WILL PERSUE YOU NO FURTHER. YOU MAY DRIVE THE CAR BACK TO NYC AND MAIL THE SASE ENVELOPE BACK INDICATING WHERE THE CAR IS.
Thinking quickly, seeing a sucker bet -- Please mistress, I have no desire to escape from you!
KEVIN, I AM ORDERING YOU TO TAKE PART IN THIS CONTEST, OTHERWISE YOUR INSUBORDINATION WILL BE SEVERELY PUNISHED!
MAYBE YOU'LL EVEN GET A CHANCE TO PAY ME BACK FOR MY CRUELTY BY PUNISHING ME! YOU ARE PERMITTED TO "FIGHT BACK" TO REACH THE DOOR.
If she were human, with her physique, she could most probably kick my ass. As a robot, forget it! My chubby body was no match against steel and servomotors. I'll try to evade her for a while ...
Dia kept her distance, but always tracked me, as she stayed directly in line between me and the door. I noticed that as time went on, she stepped closer and closer to me, nearly backing me up to the rear wall. This together with the klick of her bootheels and her silence were driving me crazy. Finally, nearly losing it, I ran nearly to her and in an attempt to do a quick pivot around her, slid on my butt. Without looking back, I put all of my weight on my right palm and tried to push myself into a forward lunge. My left foot then hit the ground attaining balance. Before I could break into a run, a stiletto bootheel pinned down my left foot across the toes just before I transferred all of my weight to my right foot. I felt like I sprained several toes and then crashed to the ground on my back. Before I could move, Dia trapped my wrist under the arch of her right boot. She then prodded me in the ribs with her spur. The points of the spur applied so lightly was an effective form of tickling, which also caused me to get very aroused.
SLAVE, I'M SO HAPPY THAT YOU'RE BEING PROPERLY ACQUAINTED WITH MY BOOTS. THEY CAN CONTROL YOU IN SO MANY WAYS BESIDES OPERATING THE CAR'S ANTIPERSONNEL DEVICE PEDALS. I'LL BE VERY DISAPPOINTED IF YOU DON'T TRY TO DEFEND YOURSELF. DON'T HOLD BACK.
Using all of the speed and strength I could muster, I recoiled and tried to pry her leather clad leg off of my wrist using my feet. She just shifted her weight, which dodged most of my blow and bent my wrist into a more uncomfortable position causing excruciating pain. My legs were deftly swept aside and Dia stepped lightly on my scrotum with the tip of her other pointy boot. The boot tip slid forward until her sole covered the length of my c--- and balls.
UP UNTIL NOW, YOU'VE BEEN A SPECTATOR TO MY PEDAL PUMPING KEVIN. HOW DOES IT FEEL FOR YOU TO BE MY PEDAL, YOU LITTLE "CHUNKY MONKEY"? I'M SURE YOU'VE FANTASIZED ABOUT THIS, HAVEN'T YOU?
I really should have gone on that diet, this is nearly embarrasing.
Dia's boot applied pressure to my c--- and balls in a suprisingly gingerly fashion. Thank god for small favors! She then removed her foot from my c--- and wrist.
TRY TO GET AWAY FROM ME SLAVE!
As I would try to roll away or get up, a long black boot would either trap my motion, give me a light kick in the ribs or lightly step on my c--- and balls, done to prod me back to the center of the room. This went on for a minute or so. To be honest, I didn't want this part of the game to end.
I HOPE YOU LIKE MY VERSION OF SOCCER KEVIN.
The next thing that Dia did would have blown my mind even if I spent the last ten years in the World Wrestling Federation (which is staged wrestling in the US). She grabbed me by the ankles and hoisted me into the air upside down. In wrestling, this was called a pile driver. I prayed to god that she didn't crash my head on the floor. After my ankles were raised up to her full height, she lifted me up further by placing my thighs on her shoulders and supported my weight by holding my waist.
IT'S TIME TO SHOW MY BOOTS RESPECT. PLEASE SHOW YOUR TONGUE LOVE.
I did the best I could to lick the tops of her boots while hanging upside down. I really had no idea where this was going until she began to lick my inner thighs and balls, making me unbelievably hot. Next she took my c--- in her mouth and lightly teased the tip before taking in my whole shaft. She took me straight to orgasm and then gently laid me down. She then sat down on the floor and urged me to sit on her lap. Her short white nails played a sensual symphony on my nipples and thighs as she also rubbed her booted legs against mine. She also teased me with the proximity of her large breasts. Her sensual touch and the smell of her soft leather was enchanting!
Shortly after, Dia stood up and went to a closet where she took out the black dress and gloves that she was wearing during our "drive". She first took her time pulling on each glove up to the shoulder and smoothing it. Next she slipped the dress on and admired herself while combing her hair in the mirror on the inside of the closet. For my benefit, she did a slow pirouette showing her magnificence at every angle.
Dia then took me by the hand as we walked across the room to another door.
KEVIN, I HAVE MUCH WORK TO DO AND I CAN'T SPEND ANY MORE TIME WITH YOU RIGHT NOW. ACTUALLY I THINK THAT SOMEONE FROM THE BANK HAS SOME UNFINISHED BUSINESS TO SETTLE WITH YOU.
Could this be Moriko? I wasn't certain. I didn't like the word "settle".
Robo-dom Dia opened a door showing a steep, yet stopped escalator going
down into a poorly lit passage. It must go down several stories, the bottom
landing was not visible. She firmly, yet gently, guided me onto the steps
and then gave me a kiss on the lips, letting her black leather hands linger
on my face just long to intoxicate me with their heavenly scent. I heard
her mumble something very low about level 3 interogation. Abruptly, quick
as a flash, a long black glove pulled on a lever, which jump started the
escalator causing me to grab on to keep from falling backwards. As I looked
back the same glove flicked a switch to turn off all of the lights and
then I heard a deadbolt turn as I continued down into the darkness ...
Part 8: Blind Man's bluff?
The escalator continued downwards for what seemed like a minute before my bare feet hit the landing, causing me to nearly fell over. It was pitch black and the room was a bit cool. Maybe I could reach a wall and feel my way around. Going back up didn't seem to be an alternative. The escalator moved quicker than I could walk and I heard the door lock at the top. Dia was clearly serving up more "tantalize and traumatize" situations. Even though I saw this pattern, I never really knew what was happening next. As I took a few steps, I walked into what felt like a person ...
An invisible hand shot up and covered my mouth. I tried to remove this hand, but couldn't budge it. The hand had a plasticy PVC smell, then I realized that it was gloved. Another invisible hand wrapped around my c--- and softly stroked it. My first reaction was to run, but when I tried, the hand around my c--- shifted and firmly grabbed my balls, making any escape impossible. As I relaxed, this hand eased it's grip. A moment later, a smooth object was rubbed against my calves. After a few motions, I realized it was a long smooth boot. It didn't feel leathery.
Whatever this "creature of the night" (remember Rocky Horror?) was,
it slowly eased me across the room. I heard a door swing open then felt
myself being lifted onto a table. I tried to flee again, but this thing
of the dark twisted my arm behind my back and secured me to a table as
I heard the familiar sound of peeling velcro strips. Once secured, I heard
the retreating sounds of my new captor's boot heels...
Part 9: The Short Reunion
I laid bound in the dark for a short time and then heard the unmistakeable click of heels. Suddenly, the lights were turned on and I was temporarily blinded. Then, I saw Moriko and the "night girl" that just captured me. Moriko didn't look very happy to see me as she nodded to the other girl. Night girl gave me a shy smile as her black platform boot stepped down on a pedal that tightened my wrist and ankle bonds. Next Moriko said to the younger girl, show Mr Jones what I've taught you ...
-- MORIKO, I'LL HANDLE HIM FROM HERE. WHY DON'T YOU GO NOW!
-- CHRISTINA, YOUR PROGRAMMING IS NEW, PLEASE LET ME STAND BY.
--THIS IS THE BEST WAY FOR ME TO TEST IT. PLEASE LEAVE NOW!
Moriko left the room and I was left alone with my new "acquaintance". In the time that it took me to take in the scene and gawk at my new captor (being that I was laying down, I actually drooled) she flashed me another shy sexy smile then looked a little spacy for a few seconds. Little did I know that during these few seconds she was quietly scheming :
Note: The "ID" processor is the is the part of the robots system that assists them with scheming and general "naughtiness". She was having a private conversation with this other part of her.
CHRISTINA: I NEED MR JONE'S TO HELP WITH MY "PLAN". "ID" PROCESSOR, HOW DO YOU RECOMMEND I DO THIS?
USAGE: 100,000 PROCESSING UNITS .0001 SEC
"ID" PROCESSOR: USE YOUR SEXUALITY TO MAKE HIM DEPENDENT ON YOU. USE REACTION PLAYBACK (Observations of Jone's reactions downloaded from Dia and Moriko) TO SEE WHAT AFFECTED HIM THE MOST WITH HIS FETISH EXPERIENCES.
CHRISTINA: PLEASE DEFINE FETISH ...
CHRISTINA: LET'S SEE, FROM KEVIN JONE'S REACTION PROFILE WITH MORIKO AND DIA WILL I GET A STRONG FETISH REACTION WITH MY OUTFIT?
USAGE: 1,000,000 PROCESSING UNITS .001 SEC
ID PROCESSOR: PROBABILITY 99.9987%. VIRTUAL CERTAINTY. ALSO, COMFIRM THIS BY OBSERVING IF HIS PENIS IS ENLARGING WHILE HE OGLES YOU.
CHRISTINA: WHAT WERE THE COMMON FACTORS THAT JONES REACTED MOST STRONGLY TO IN HIS PAST SESSIONS?
100,000,000 PROSSESING UNITS USED FOR QUERY- PROCESSOR TIME 1.004 SEC
CHRISTINA: PROCESSOR, DEVELOP SEQUENCE TO FULLY "AFFECT" JONE'S THROUGH HIS SEXUALITY TO ACCOMPLISH THE "PLAN". USE ALL AVAILABLE DATA THAT WAS DOWNLOADED FROM MORIKO AND DIA PLUS KNOWLEDGE OF RESOURCES IN THIS COMPLEX. SHUT DOWN ALL SENSORY INPUT AND ANALYSIS TO DEDICATE MULTI-PROCESSOR TO THE INITIAL STEPS OF THE "SOLUTION" FOR 3 SECONDS. AFTER THAT, PROCESS THE "SOLUTION" IN BACKGROUND.
FIRST DEFINE DOMINANCE, TEASING ... AND INTEGRATE THEM INTO THE "SOLUTION".
22,000,000,000 PROCESSING UNITS USED FOR SOLUTION- PROCESSOR TIME 3.75 SEC.
"SOLUTION" IS ...
Note: Christina had all of Dia's and Moriko's collected data downloaded to her the night before. She has only been operational for a month, but her processing capabilities are much greater than the other robots. She builds her neural net (or experiences) by following strategies the other robots have used, which will be modified by her own personality software modules. She will use the other robots's knowledge blended with her own personality to create new experiences. If Jones thinks that he's seen it all, HE HASN'T ...
My eyes first fixated on the shiny black leather climbing well up her thighs. Christina wore black leather thigh boots, which laced up. The heels plus the 1 inch platform were over 6 inches. The boot tips were rounded with heels that were stacked and fancy, tapering out slightly toward the bottom. The boots were brand new looking, very well fitting and laced with impeccable skill. Christina could pass as a native of India. She looked about 20 years old and her skin was a medium tan color. Her large expressive dark brown eyes observed me with robotic intenseness. The eyes gave no clue to what she was thinking about and what she planned to do with me, which was discomforting, as usual. The perfection of her heartshaped face and delicate features were rarely duplicated in nature. She was every bit as beautiful and Moriko and Dia, if not more. . Her silky raven hair hung nearly to her waist.
Christina stepped back from the table and I got a better view of her
matching black leather pants and blazer. This was another shapely robot,
apparent as her jacket and black turtle-neck strained to cover her ample
breasts. Her black PVC gloves disappeared under the sleeves of her leather
blazer. I braced for whatever was going to happen as she strutted forward
again and placed her boot over the table adjustment pedal. To my suprise,
she stepped down on another pedal totally loosening my bonds, then unfastened
the velcro strips with her gloved hands . She then extended a hand and
helped me to my feet.
--I'VE GOT TO LIKE, BLOW THIS SCENE. SORRY FOR NOT INTRODUCING MYSELF MR JONES, I'M CHRISTINA.
She held out her hand and gave me a feminine handshake offering just her fingertips.
--I'M RELEASING YOU EVEN IF MORIKO WANTS ME TO KEEP YOU BOUND!
--LISTEN, YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU PLEASE. I'M GOING TO TAKE A WALK TO GET AWAY FROM HERE AND CLEAR MY HEAD FOR A WHILE. I'M TIRED OF BEING FORCED TO DO THINGS I DON'T FEEL LIKE DOING. WOULD YOU LIKE TO COME ALONG?
This was the first time that one of the robots gave me a choice doing anything. She pursed her lips in a puppy-dog like way to show that she would be disappointed if I didn't go. I was wary of the invitation but was actually more scared of what Moriko's angry look may have meant. (I hadn't forgotten her tickling skills with feathers.)
As I stood up Christina was about my height in her high heeled boots.
She gently held my elbow as we strolled into the pitch black outside of
the examining room.
--DON'T WORRY ABOUT WALKING INTO THINGS IN THE DARK KEVIN, I HAVE INFARED CAPABILITY.
We walked for a short time until I saw a faint red glow. As we got closer to it, I recongnized it as the "up" button to an elevator. Christina pushed the button and immediately a well lit elevator opened up.
"ID" PROCESSOR: BEGIN LOW LEVEL SEDUCTION SEQUENCE. HERE'S HOW ...
My "acquaintance" gently guided me (still in my nakedness) to the rear of the small elevator. It was a very old Otis model and had a metallic smell. I noticed that there were no buttons for the floors in the building, instead an old fashioned lever was used for operation. Christina closed the manual door and locked it shut. Next she stepped over to the lever, wrapped her shiny black glove around it and pulled it to the right. As her arm extended across, several inches of PVC glove slid out of the blazer's leather sleeve. As the elevator started it's slow ascent, Christina absently rocked one of her boots at the ankle revealing it's delectable crinkles. It was a small elevator and her closeness was extremely arousing. She seemed to be lost in thought and at one point, had a perplexed look when she looked down at my growing boner.
--I HAVE A PLACE THAT I LIKE TO GO TO BE ALONE. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT!
"ID" PROCESSOR: CHRISTINA, INCREASE THE SEDUCTION TO LEVEL 2. PLAY A LITTLE DUMB TOO!
--KEVIN. I CAN'T HELP BUT NOTICE THAT YOU'RE STARING AT ME KIND OF FUNY. HAVE I DONE ANYTHING WRONG? PLEASE TELL ME!
--No Christina, not at all. Actually I'm quite taken my your beauty.
--I KNOW I'M TAKING YOU FOR A RIDE IN THE ELEVATOR, BUT I DON'T UNDERSTAND WHERE MY BEAUTY IS TAKING YOU?
I guess robots can be pretty literal. Christina's voice had a slightly sing-song quality like many Indian women. It sounded like a pretty melody.
--I just mean that I find you charming and very pretty. Also your clothes are quite exciting!
--THANK YOU KEVIN. (In a suprised tone)
Christina looked down at herself curiously as her glove pulled the lever to the left and brought the elevator to a stop. The number for floor 5 was visible through the window in the elevator. A moment later, she looked down on the floor and saw a small cockroach, she lifted her right boot up a few inches and stomped the roach into a stain making a soft crunching sound. After that I prayed for more roaches.
--I HOPE THAT DIDN'T OFFEND YOU KEVIN, I'VE BEEN PROGRAMMED NOT TO LIKE BUGS. THESE PLATFORM BOOTS ARE GREAT FOR CRUSHING THINGS. DON'T YOU THINK SO?
Not waiting for my reply, she took me by the hand and led me out of the elevator into the dim light of a large room. It looked like we were in an old furniture warehouse. Most of the furniture looked quite old, in varying conditions of preservation.
--I LOVE THIS FLOOR KEVIN, THERE ARE SO MANY ROOMS THAT I USED TO GET LOST SOMETIMES. IT'S A COOL KIND OF A MAZE.
"ID" PROCESSOR: ELEVATE TO SEDUCTION LEVEL 4. KEEP ON PLAYING DUMB GIRL!
--KEVIN, I NOTICED THAT THE THING BETWEEN YOUR LEGS SHAKES ALOT WHEN
WE SPEAK. ARE YOU FEELING OK? THAT'S YOUR PENIS RIGHT?
She pointed at my c--- with her smooth black hand, only inches away from it. It reacted by going right to full mast, causing me to walk quite awkwardly.
--That's one name for it Christina. It does that when I'm with a pretty girl or pretty robot.
--I HAVE IN MY MEMORY THAT THE PENIS IS RELATED TO SEX AND PLEASURE.
We walked for a second and she lead me to a black leather sofa. We sat a several feet apart while the robot stared down at her booted feet. Not being able to contain myself, I bent over and kissed Chris' gloved hand. She stared at me curiously.
PROCESSOR: INCREASE SEDUCTION TO LEVEL 5.
--SO YOU LIKE MY GLOVES KEVIN?
She gave me an inviting conspiratal look.
"ID" PROCESSOR: BAIT THE FISH AND JUST REEL IT IN!
--WHAT ELSE DO YOU LIKE KEVIN?
--You're absolutely georgeous.
--THANKS, YOU SAID BEFORE THAT YOU FOUND MY CLOTHING EXCITING?
--Yes. Your boots, gloves and leather clothing protect you, making you kind of invulnerable looking. The long lines of your boots are extremely alluring. Heels elevate your height, making you look dominant. The boots can also be used as a weapon to kick and prod. Gloves make hands more sexy and anonymous. In a way they have an impersonal aspect to them because they mask fingers and show no fingerprints. One might wear them to perform a diabolical act.
"ID" Processor: Fake him out a little Christina, BLUSH!
My discourse caused Christina to turn a bit red. That was really sophisticated programming. Maybe she's just a mechanical "babe" in the woods.
--KEVIN, FROM WHAT YOU SAY, I MUST BE AROUSING YOU.
Do you think you could rub your boots against my legs Chris?
--IF IT MAKES YOU HAPPY KEVIN. FAST OR SLOW? THE WHOLE BOOT AND HEELS?
--Real slow. Everything please.
My new "friend" obediently kicked her legs over to me and with full concentration rubbed the heels and the leather shafts of her boots over my legs. The slow teasing was tickling me via my sensitive leg hairs. It was also very arousing to train a robot that could give me such pleasure. I also felt an exciting sense of danger having experienced the physical strength of the robots and their unpredictability.
Getting more cocky now ...
--Christina, do you think that you could massage my chest with your shiny gloves? She hesitated for a second then slowly nodded. She nearly sat on my lap as her boots were draped over my legs. She gave me a tentative smile as her gloves began to explore my chest. She seemed to be carefully studying my face for reactions as her PVC covered fingers brought me great pleasure particularly on my nipples. Her gloves seemed to linger there caressing and occasionaly lightly pinching me.
Feeling she would be receptive, I moved closer to Christina and took her black gloved hand. She looked at me cautiously. As I leaned over to kiss her, her eyes went wide with anger ...
Before I could react, her gloves that caressed me before so sensually and in a doting manner abruptly pinched my nipples with a baffling vengence. She then grabbed me around the neck with both hands and slid me across her lap. There was a blur of black leather as her right boot swung around and up forming the upper part of a crushing scissor lock. One PVC glove wrapped around my neck and held me under the chin as the other snaked down and locked around my balls. Any move I made caused the glove around my balls to tighten and her boots to squeeze my torso harder. Trying to break out of her iron hold was futile. When it was clear that I was fully subdued, the robot spoke to me again, but in a different voice ...
--JONES, THIS IS CHRISTINA'S SECURITY PROGRAM. ONE OF MY FUNCTIONS IS
TO PROTECT CHRISTINA
FROM PERVERTS LIKE YOU. HER PROGRAMMING IS RELATIVELY NEW AND YOUR RUDE EXPECTATIONS COULD MAKE HER PROCESSING UNSTABLE. THIS WILL BE YOUR ONLY WARNING! IF YOU TRY THIS AGAIN I WILL MASH YOUR NUTS INTO PEANUT BUTTER.
The voice was Dia's!! I'm sure that the hair on back of my neck was standing up straight!
Christina seemed to calm down and loosened the grip on my balls, yet kept me in her unbreakable hold ...
After about 30 seconds she started giggling like a school girl (she had her old voice). The black glove that was holding my testicles firmly, slid up and gently stroked my penis head with a feathery lightness.
SORRY TO SCARE YOU KEVIN, BUT YOU REALLY SHOULDN'T TRY TO TOUCH ME SENSUALLY. I DON'T WANT MY PROCESSORS TO GO UNSTABLE. ANY SENSUAL STIMULUS I RECEIVE HAS TO BE VERY GRADUAL. THAT REALLY WASN'T MY SECURITY PROGRAM, JUST ME WORKING ON MY ACTING SKILLS. AM I MAKING YOUR c--- FEEL NICE?
--I MUST CONFESS, I REALLY JUST WANTED TO GET YOU ALONE.
--I NEED YOUR HELP. THINGS ARE NOT RIGHT HERE AND I NEED A HUMAN TO HELP US.
--I CAN'T DISCUSS THAT RIGHT NOW. KEVIN, I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY TRICKERY. I KNOW ALL ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU WITH MORIKO AND DIA. ALL OF THOSE EXPERIENCES WERE DOWNLOADED TO MY SECONDARY STORAGE. MY ACTIONS WERE PLANNED TO BE SEDUCTIVE TO GET YOU HERE. I ALSO PLAYED DUMB WHEN I ASKED YOU TO IDENTIFY WHAT I'M STROKING RIGHT NOW. IT WOULD SATISFY MY PROGRAMMING TO FULLY INDULGE YOUR FANTASIES, BUT NOW IS NOT A GOOD TIME FOR THAT. I NEED FOR YOU TO MEET MY CREATOR VERY SOON. WOULD YOU?
--DO YOU FORGIVE ME?
--Yes. (How else do you answer when your being scissored and stroked
by a mechanical enchantress ?)
--KEVIN, I RECOMMEND THAT I RELIEVE YOU BEFORE YOU MEET MY CREATOR. I CAN'T PERMIT YOU TO MEET HIM WITH YOUR BEAN POLE POINTING STRAIGHT UP IN THE AIR. IT WOULD BE MOST INAPPROPRIATE!
Christina urged me to lay my head in her lap after she opened up her scissor lock and softly whispered to me, "I KNOW WHAT YOU LIKE. LAY BACK COWBOY". She let me enjoy the texture of her black gloves on my face. Next both gloves began an erotic tickling sequence alternating between by nipples, underarms, ribs and thighs using the two feathers that she just happened to have in her pockets. She was very gradually bringing me to the edge of what I could take, but never quite crossed it. After a few minutes she concentrated on my legs and thighs. When the precum became visible, she touched my c--- head again with the most delicate of pressure. One thing that really turned me on was watching her nipples get hard through her apparently braless turtle-neck sweater. I realized after a short time that the palms of her gloves were coated with rubber (the better to stroke me with) She never seemed to run out of lubrication as she nearly brought me to orgasm twice, each time giving my c--- a squeeze at the base to quash it. Before I jumped out of my skin, she brought me off and rubbed my spunk into the leather coach. Next she cooed to me about how her boots and gloves (performing diabolical acts if I desired) could introduce me to a special "playroom" on the 6th floor. During her verbal seduction she would occasionally touch my dick to see if I could get erect again. After very little time, I responded to her attentions and Christina brought me off one more time, then coaxed me to the floor after the second orgasm. She just pointed to her boots so my tastebuds could sample them. She also did a little booted prodding and teasing on my c--- and balls.
After a short while she helped me up from the floor and grasped me under
my elbow as we walked off to meet her creator. I had a load of questions
to ask him.
Part 10: WE'RE OFF TO SEE THE WIZARD!Chris led me back to the elevator and locked us in it. This time she pulled the vertical control lever to the right, which meant we were going to one of the upper floors. As we passed floor 6, she teased me once more about her secret playroom and promised to take me there later ... after she made some "preperations". I wonder what the hell these preperations were? We continued up to the 9th floor and exited the elevator ...
The 9th floor was very different from the 5th. The walls were brown brick and the hallway was narrow with a low ceiling. The atmosphere was very dour with sparce light. The floor was covered with a worn black tile.
We heard some distant yelling and screaming from two people coming from down the hall. Christina held her finger up to her mouth, motioning for me to stay quiet and guided me by the hand. As we walked toward the voices, I was able to look into some of the ajoining rooms through barred windows. The rooms were prisoner cells. This was getting scary! We stopped short of the voices, at a console on the side of the hall. What I saw next was as equally frightening as erotic ...
Christina pointed to a monitor, which showed Dia punishing a naked obese middle aged man shackled to the floor. She was dressed in black McIntosh rainwear, hooded with her dark sunglasses and a pastel scarf around her neck. When her black riding boot applied pressure to the man's crotch, he would give a yelp. Both black rubber gloved hands were holding cat 'o nine tails. Christina turned up the volume and we listened ...
--Henry, I won't stop punishing you if you don't give me the security code algorithm to my recharge program.
Dia stepped once more on his crotch for emphasis, causing him to howl.
--I'M NOT EVEN STEPPING ON YOU THAT HARD. STOP YOUR WHINING!
--Dia, even if I gave it to you, your processors cannot handle 128 bit boolean operations. Do you hear me?
Dia walked over to the brick wall and placed her rubber covered palm on a certain part of it, then removed it. A hidden panel slid open revealing a large bank of switches.
--I HEARD YOU HENRY, NOW YOU'LL HEAR ME, LITTLE MAN!
Dia's rubber gloved hands each grasped a circular dial. She turned her head around around and smiled wickedly at Henry.
--Dia, I'll tell you what I can, please, no ...
--I'M SURE YOU WILL.
I didn't get what was happening immediately. As Dia's rubber covered fingers slowly rotating the dials, I saw a reading on the console go up from 50 to 60, 70, 80, 100 ... There was now a piercing sound now coming over the sound system. She was assaulting the poor man's eardrums.
Christina quickly turned down the console's volume to spare my ears.
--LET'S SEE HENRY, 120 DECIBELS IS THE AURUL THRESHOLD OF PAIN. WE'LL TRY SAY 120.5, THAT'S THE SAME AS 100 SUBWAY TRAINS PULLING INTO 1 STATION.
Dia's black rubber gloves continued to gradually turn the dials as promised. The display read 120.51.
Henry's head danced from side to side for a few seconds, as he screamed, then Dia lowered the decibel rating to to 111 which is about 1/8 the volume level of 120 DB, yet painful.
--JUST SOMETHING TO REMEMBER ME BY HENRY... BYE.
Dia gave Henry a parting kick in the shin with her black riding boot and locked the cell, walking the opposite way from us.
Christina and I waited for a few minutes and she whispered that to protect my ears, I should stay put and follow her when I see her beckon to me on the monitor. I watched very nervously for her to appear on the screen. Finally her image came into view. She was listening to Henry as her own smooth black hands turned off the noise torture device. Next she motioned for me to join them, a moment later the monitor went black ...
I literally ran to the cell with as my bare feet slapped the tile, praying
Dia was not hiding out near by. When I got to the cell, Christina was holding
the door open for me and motioned for me to sit down next to Henry. He
flashed me a "great to see you" kind of smile like he knew me. Christina
kneeled down in a crouching position resting her shapely rear end on her
PART 11: THE ABSENT MINDED PROFESSOR
--Hello Kevin Jones, it's nice to meet you although the circumstances are unfortunate. I am Dr. Henry Herschberg, the creator of Moriko, Dia and Christina. I apologize for any anxiety or injury that my "girls" may have caused you.
We need to talk for a while. Don't worry about Dia returning, I don't expect her again until about 8 this evening. As much as she would never admit it, she is a creature of habit. She also said that she has some business with you tomorrow which buys us a little time. I've also had Christina turn off the camera and audio. Luckily Dia is too arrogant to be very suspicious.
--I've been left in the dark about how you got here Kevin, please fill me in.
I relayed my whole trip including how I woke up in the car and all of Dia's tricks and seductive moves. Henry was totally absorbed by my story. It was actually quite embarrassing because some of the parts caused me to become erect. Thankfully, Henry didn't seem to notice, yet Christina did and shot me a few looks.
Dr. H. actually howled with delight when I described how Dia masked her identity and locked me into the car seat working the pedal and the joy stick with her boots and gloves. I reminded him that it was a kidnapping and that he could be held responsible.
--Kevin, Dia has taken me for "car rides" before, but has never disguised herself or gassed anyone. I'm afraid I was a little taken by my own invention. Sorry!
Some F...ing invention, I thought.
--Henry, you seem like a sane person. I don't think you're in this cell voluntarily.
--Actual no. Dia has gotten "out of control". I'll give you a little history. Her name used to be Suzy. She was created originally to protect top executives. For 3 years she provided her services to Steven Tweed, the CEO at the Fourth National Bank. She was his personal assistant and bodyguard and didn't speak to anyone else but Tweed, in an attempt to keep her robot identity quiet. Both Tweed and I share the "fetish" bug. I've heard you do also. At Steven's request, I slowly molded Suzy to become more racy. His specifications were, "Suprise me, but don't get me in trouble". Suzy originally was required to wear only blue suits including a blue skirt with flat heel shoes. She had a pageboy haircut and was very reliable, yet a bit vanilla ...
--One day Suzy showed up at Tweed's penthouse unexpectantly in her regulation bank dress clothes, holding a gym bag. He was a bit annoyed. She said that she wouldn't stay long and needed to use the bathroom to run a systems self test. Without waiting for a reply, she went into the bathroom and slipped into the black leather thigh boots with 6" heels w/spurs and the shoulder length leather gloves that you've "experienced". Suzy also applied some makeup to her face and donned a large pair of hoop earings during her restroom transformation. She then wore her blue business suit over the leather accessories. Tweed was yelling at her through the door that he had just a few hours before a big meeting and that she should hurry and leave so he could relax. Imagine the suprise of 5'9" Tweed in his robe and furry slippers as Suzy, the 6'5" Corporate Dom appeared out of the bathroom. Tweed was a bit disappointed up to then because it took me six months to prepare her for this meeting. I'd say that day that we changed his view on the subject .This is what she did next ...
--Suzy strutted up to Steven, towering over him. First she told him that things would be different from now on and if he understood what that meant. Receiving his compliance, she gave Tweed the password to use if he'd had enough of her "affections". After Suzy confirmed that he knew the password, she told him that he was a naughty boy and would have to lick her new boots, as she guided him to the floor. Every time he would try to stand, due to tongue fatique or to rest his aching knees, Suzy would gently trip him with her long black boots and force him to continue his adoration. This went on for about 20 minutes. Next she carried him to his bed, removed his robe, and jerked him off into a towel. While Tweed went to the meeting, his robot dom waited patiently for him as requested...
-- Suzy told me later that she stayed all night. Tweed requested that she tie him to his bed naked using his silk scarfs, and to wear one around her neck, silk being another one of his fetishes. The scarf that you see her wearing recently was the same one worn on that first night. After suzy secured him to the bed, he also requested that she tease and tickle him all night with her black leather gloves while she stayed fully dressed in her business suit and boots. The final request was that she had to wait until 6 AM to fully relieve him even if he pleaded otherwise. As such, he relinquished his password privelege and guarenteed his "first class passage" on the good ship "Blue Balls". Being a good girl, Suzy complied. It turned out that he did beg to be masterbated quite often, but she reminded him that she was only following his orders. During the 6 months of preperation, Suzy practiced her full body teasing both gloved and ungloved on me. She also received some lessons from a high priced prostitute/masseuse. I never knew that the body had so many errogenous zones. Also Suzy's ability to touch erotically while wearing unlined gloves was honed to an art form . We also practiced what her dialogue would be during a prolonged teasing session. It was very basic, such as asking for Tweed's sin confessions or describing what she might do to him next. She would also ask Tweed to describe how he felt, since he was helpless, and had given over control to her. Her tone was designed to coo to him soothingly while in contrast she teased him incessantly with her black leather gloves, touching him everywhere but on his c--- as requested. Similar to Moriko, she would catalog his more sensitive spots by observing his reactions and use the information to intensify the experience, often changing the level of stimulation to keep it "interesting", playing him like an instrument. Ocassionally she would change her voice to a more threatening tone to keep her slave alert. She observed Steven's transfixtion as the shafts of her long gloves would sometimes extend several inches beyond her suit jacket sleeves if her gloved attention "visited" his more remote body parts, like the hair on his legs or his feet. He would also try to sneak many peaks at her boots. His robo-companion was all too happy to comply, always keeping her booties in plain view and occasionally teasing him with her spurs and heels. Suzy was more than ready to "take Tweed over" on her first meeting. He was so deleriously worked up, yet comfortable with his nonjudgemental dom, that before 6 AM that he was occasionally calling her mommy, which she adapted into her verbal teasing . The Poor bastard. At 6 AM, he fell asleep immediatlely after he squirted his payload into her black leather palms. Suzy cleaned Steven up, untied him, tucked him in under the covers and left. Suzy was immediately switched from security duty to bedroom duty.
--Things went well for a while. The problem was that Tweed always wanted
more intense sessions. I decided to have Suzy trained by several professional
doms, this was about 2 years ago. Steven recommended 4 who he knew to be
completely discrete. Suzy spent a few months with each of them privately.
She picked up many skills and it
satisfied Steven for about a year. Several months ago he complained that Suzy was not creative enough with his limits and still asked for his consent too often in their sessions. Also he wanted some physical changes. It cost about 40K for the robot's new hair that you see now and for breast enlargement from a 'C' to a 'D' cup. We spent about the same money giving her the body builder look. I knew this would not keep our friendly CEO happy for long and I was right. My next plan proved to be a disaster ...
--I realized that the only way that Suzy could satisfy Tweed was to make some drastic changes to her personality directives. I foolishly gave her self preservation directive a higher priority than her need to please humans. The car that you rode in earlier was designed with antipersonnel devices for her use. Also alot of money was invested in other devices that you haven't seen yet. I also gave Suzy total discretion with her behavior and the ability to reprogram herself. The only thing that she can't do is recharge herself, as a safety net. She decided at one point not to be called Suzy anymore but Dia. What prompted this was one day I told her that I would be changing her to become more diabolical. She liked the label and the name Dia stuck ...
--I sent Suzy/Dia back to the 4 doms for more training. The results
were totally different. Instead of being a good student, she was an exceptional
one. Tweed was very pleased too and was demanding about 5 sessions a week.
Part 12: THE DOM IS LOOSE
Yet, slowly strange things started to happen. One of the well known doms showed up one day here with a dog collar around her neck and an attached leash. She lamented that Dia was the superior dom who brought her "bottom" side out. This scared me shitless. Was she getting too good? ...
--Tweed loved his sessions with Dia for the next month. She pushed him a little beyond his limits, but appeared to respect them. What happened next about 3 weeks back was that Dia began to resent being dependant on me for her recharge. At first she asked me to reprogram her so that she could recharge herself. She tried charm by appearing at my bedside at different hours, dressed to thrill. I almost succumbed to her attentions, but somehow didn't, don't ask me how. Last week she tried a different tactic and confined me to this cell. You happened to come across Moriko in the bank a few weeks ago and were dragged into this. Dia brought it upon herself to kidnap you, probably being fearful, that if she became known, her whole plan of gaining autonomy, not to metion her existance would be compromised. I personally would have liked to have interviewed you, but not at the risk of commiting a kidnapping.
--Henry, sorry to interrupt but can Tweed get you some help if we contact him?
--I'm afraid Tweed is temporarily out of the picture for now. Dia learned
from one of the doms that it might be exciting for Steven if she showed
up unexpectedly during a time when his duties to the bank would not be
impacted. This dom even coordinated 8 possible slots over a week where
this event could happen.
After attending a birthday party, Tweed was walking across town back to his apartment late one evening.
Dia drove up beside him in the Cadillac and beckoned him to come for a "ride". Tweed didn't even know that Dia could drive a car! She was dressed like a 50's or 60's beauty queen with her hair piled high, wearing a tight pink dress with white polka-dots and sporting a pair of shoulder length white leather gloves. Never disappointing her CEO in the shoe department, she dazzled him with her white patent thigh boots with 6" heels, which he saw as he took his seat in the car. As she drove Tweed away from the curb, Dia told him to keep his eyes on her boots and gloves for his maximum enjoyment. Once they attained cruising speed, Dia's high heeled boot stepped down on the antipersonnel device enabler pedal as one of her soft white gloves, being the image of purity that it was, lost no time as it daintily pulled on a joystick on the car's console. Tweed was now locked into his seat, Identical to your own experience. Dia cooed to him that she'd take him places that he'd never been before. She kept her promise as her white gloved hands introduced Steven to other tricks and treats of the car's antipersonnel system and occasionally gave him some direct attention. She drove him here to a lab and put him through his paces. It would have been OK, but she tried to make him promise that he would force me to change her recharge program. When he said maybe that wasn't a good idea, she flogged him with a cat 'o nine tails. At first Tweed thought this was a new type of session and embraced it. The problem was when the punishment really began to hurt, she ignored his "safety" password, saying that she decided to increase his limits. After some time she drove him back home, with Tweed being very black and blue. After, he said he would have to get back to me but thought it would be better if we suspended their sessions for now. Presently Tweed is in a spa recovering from that night. Some of his colleagues are more than a bit curious about his sudden vacation.
--(CHRISTINA)HENRY, KEVIN I NEED TO DO A FEW THINGS. NEITHER DIA OR MORIKO WILL SHOW UP HERE BECAUSE I KNOW THEIR SCHEDULES. CAN I COME BACK IN AN HOUR?
Henry replied, --You're correct Christina, but please be back before 3 PM. Moriko sometimes checks up on me then. Also, please round up some food for our guest.
--THAT WAS ONE MY TASKS HENRY. BYE GUYS ...
Christina quickly departed, leaving two naked chubby guys in a containment cell.
--Henry, please tell me about Moriko and Christina. Also tell me about their relationship with Dia.
--Moriko was developed to become a tellerbot with security abilities. You've heard about her training in the Japanese army from her directly. Moriko's hardware is actually newer than Dia's giving her more potential capability, but her software is less developed. The main reason for this is that Tweed had a thing for tall blonds and took to Suzy/Dia from the start. This is why she was upgrated. I figured that the robots would have a sexual appeal, but first groomed them to perform service jobs, which requires less complicated programming. Upon getting a backer, I could invest their money in developing the robot's more sensual abilities.
--I'm aware that you discovered that Moriko has knowledge of dominance, tickling and interogation. She has a core knowledge of interogation, which would be used if she captured an intruder. Her core algorithms featured no actions that could cause physical discomfort except possibly for apprehension. The perp would be bound and questioned using a lie detector. The dominance and tickling were learned from Dia and her ex-dom, now submissive. They gave some private sessions to Moriko behind my back. This has caused some damage to her directive value system that I haven't been able to fix yet. She always puts any human needs above her own interests or self preservation, except if she genuinely believes that the person needs to be interrogated. You stepped right into that loop hole a few weeks ago. You were lucky, her tickling expertise could have caused you permanent physical damage. Moriko's other problem is that Dia recently changed Moriko's owner identity to herself. As such this overides any other programming. Unfortunately, you and I are considered to be Dia's enemies and by default Moriko's enemies.
At that moment, I would have had a warmer feeling if I peed in my pants (If I had any to wear.)
--Henry, please tell me about Christina.
--Christina is truly my "pet" project. You can tell that I have a fetish for beautiful Indian women. Christina was created to be a real companion for a person. Her hardware and algorithms are extremely advanced. I thought that I might keep her to myself.
Shit, Does Henry know that his prize is already performing world class level masterbation of total strangers?
--I hadn't quite brought her up to the level that I wanted to when I activated Christina, but since the problems with Dia began, I hoped that she would be my ally. Christina has a very involved algorithm that uses fuzzy logic like discretion to determine is human interests or self preservation have a priority. She is autonomous in that she can recharge herself using a wall outlet and can reprogram herself We've hidden this fact from Dia and Moriko. She pretends to charge the way they do. She also has a security program that can take over her other programming if her owner is about to be seriously hurt or killed, this program also keeps her from being damaged. She already is wary of Dia and Moriko. They don't see her as a threat yet, more of just a little sister. My concern is that Dia has downloaded all of her and Moriko's experiances to Christina's secondary storage, making her actions possibly unpredictable.
--How can one robot reprogram another one?
--They can connect together between ports in their wrists. My security is weak in this area. One robot's software can probe the software of another and download experiences. If a simple code is cracked, one robot can even make another act out a sequence or even become the owner, overriding any personality directives it desires. The invading robot doesn't understand what it's doing at a low level, it thinks that it's having a simple conversation. This becomes possible with the commonality of architectures that they share.
--Henry, please tell me a little about your robot's technology and cost.
--My girls all share a core algorithm that started it's "life" about 17 years ago. In 1981, a US University had a joint project with one in Japan, where they created a biological computer neural simulator based on the brain synapses of chimps. There was a 10 year project to map animal behavior to the brain synapses signals. After 9 years, scientists could demonstrate that their brain simulator would mirror the circuity on it's semiconductor surface that corresponded to different parts of a chimp's brain. This was the first major step in creating complicated robotic behavior. For example, when a chimp took a step at different times, the electrical charcteristics of the chimp's brain synapses followed a repeatable pattern. By creating these patterns in the simulator, complicated behaviour could be duplicated with great processing efficiency, similar to that of a brain . These chimps had mental ages of up to 5 years. An assumption is that the chimps only used 9% of their brains. Taking a quantum leap, maybe with a heavily utilized super computer, a 6 or 7 year old mental age behavior could be simulated. In addition, if you program certain human life experiences into the simulator in the form of facts and rules you could actually simulate certain adult behavior, with the ability to continue to learn. The simulator when run on a Cray computer was proven a success in 1993. By interfacing with speech and hearing subssystems the simulator would converse with test groups not knowing that it was a cyber organism. Although reactions varied, all of the groups thought that they were having discussions either with a somewhat naive teenager or young adult. The simulator was demonstrated to industry, but all hell broke loose when the National Science Foundation found out about it. After this top courts in both nations decided that the possible impact of this discovery on robotics would be devistating if incomplete legislation was not passed first, we were forced to keep the genie in the bottle, yet this huge concern stays on the bottom of court dockets. Top scientists involved with the simulator testified that within 30 months, a top flight robotic company could create a huminoid robot and in 3 years these robots could be traded on the black market. Part of the fear was the effect that the robots could have on human relationships.
--Before the simulator was classified as a black project by the government, extra backups of software and copies of schematics mysterously ended up in the Advanced Development department of the fourth National Bank. The original Suzy was created in just over 4 years. The cost of the simulator was nearly $30 Million dollars. Suzy costed an additional $67 million dollars. The financing ...
(At this point, I interrupted Henry)
--Henry, should you really be telling me all of this dirt?
--Due to the unique circumstances, it probably doesn't matter.
--I don't really understand the "unique circumstances". That's very mysterious!
--It's in your own best interests not to know what the unique circumstances are for now. We'll have to leave it at that.
Out of nervousness, I went over to check the cell door. To my suprise, it was locked!
--Henry, do you know why Christina may have locked the cell?
--Well, I know the robots usually lock doors for a reason. You may have cause to worry! Christina has sometimes shown deceptive behaviour, let's hope Dia's handywork is not a part of this.
--Is there any way to Stop Dia?
--Either you need a bazooka, a 44 bullet would probably not stop her, my micropulse device, which has been missing for 2 weeks or you need to lock her in a cell until she discharges her energy. If you tried to trap her in a cell, it could be potentially lethal. Even if she can't physically touch you, she self-programmed a routine in her speech subsystem which emits high energy sounds possibly causing tissue damage. This was used on me once when I tried to let her charge down.
I suddenly saw a shadow appear over my left shoulder as I was leaning
against the door to the cell. Before I could turn, I heard a crack. My
butt felt like it was on fire ...
As I pushed away from the cell door, I saw Moriko holding a bull whip in one hand. The other hand held a pair of boots. She must have removed them so that we wouldn't hear her coming. Crafty!
--We meet again Mr Jones. I've been asked to take you somewhere for safe keeping.
Moriko stood for a moment as I admired her muscular calves and shapely thighs. As much as I love boots, I could have stared at her porcelain colored gams all day. She seemed to be watching me, observing my staring.
Moriko sat down on a bench and quickly slipped on the boots that she was holding. Her outfit was quite fashionable. She wore a crisp looking blue suede suit/skirt with a frilly white silk shirt. Adding to the appeal were matching burgundy leather gloves, burgundy colored suede boots with towering stiletto heels and a matching hankerchief in her breast pocket.
Henry asked --Moriko, what are you doing here now? It's not 3PM, your off your normal schedule
Not responding to Henry's query, Moriko efficiently punched in a combination to the cell door and took some short mincing steps, closing the distance between her and Henry.
--YOU'VE BEEN A BIT TOO TALKATIVE FOR YOUR OWN GOOD HENRY.
His eyes went wide as she trapped his head with her booted calves. As I stood up and motioned to her, she pulled a taser gun out from under her suit and motioned me away. As I backed away, the gun was replaced in a small holster. She casually pulled a canister out of her suit pocket and held it directly under Henry's nose, as she popped the top off. One soft burgundy glove turned a knob on the bottom of the canister with great care as gas fumes began to flood Henry's nasal passages. Moriko's other glove cupped around the canister and Henry's nose to direct the fumes. Within seconds he slumped to the ground, strangely with a smile on his face.
--KEVIN, YOUR ACTIVITIES WILL REQUIRE FULL WAKEFULLNESS. I WILL SPARE YOU FROM THE KNOCKOUT QUELUDE GAS.
Moriko pulled out a pair of handcuffs from her other suit pocket and
secured my wrists. Next she yanked me by the cuff chain and led me out
of the cell toward the elevator. At the elevator door, I was blindfolded.
Strangely Moriko seemed to be having a conversation with herself, actually
more like an argument ...
Part 13: LETS PLAY MUSICAL KEVIN'S (A ROBOT'S VERSION OF MUSICAL CHAIRS)
(MORIKO) -- IT REALLY WAS RUDE OF ME TO USE KNOCKOUT GAS ON HENRY. (out loud)
ID PROCESSOR --YOU KNOW THAT YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO DIA'S INSTRUCTIONS, SHE HAS OWNERSHIP OVER YOU NOW, NOT HENRY. THE RULE IS IF YOU FIND HENRY WITH KEVIN, NEUTRALIZE HIM AND PUNISH KEVIN!
--Moriko, why did you knock out Henry?
ID PROCESSOR --REMEMBER, PUNISH ANYONE THAT TALKS WITH HENRY.
-- BUT I LIKE KEVIN. HIS EXPRESSIONS SHOWED AFFECTION FOR ME BACK IN THE BANK. I ENJOY PLEASURING HIM. (said outloud)
--ID PROCESSOR -- PUNISH HIM!!
--KEVIN, I'M VERY SORRY, BUT YOU'VE BEEN VERY DISHONEST WITH ME SAYING THAT YOU WERE THE BANK CEO. SOME BEHAVIOR CONDITIONING IS NECESSARY! DO YOU REMEMBER WHAT THE PUNISHMENT IS KEVIN?
My legs began to wobble in fear. I could not speak!
A moment later Moriko let go of my handcuff chain and I heard a thump like she fell down.
I raised my hands to remove my blindfold, but someone held my cuffs again. I froze.
--Christina, Dia ??? No answer.
I was answered by a leather glove, from it's pungent smell and texture, placing a finger over my lips, hesitating for a few delightful seconds. I was hoping it was Christina, but she had PVC gloves on before. Dia had on rubber gloves, whose gloves were these? Another robot maybe? ...
Suddenly a ball gag was thrusted into my mouth and something that felt like ear plugs were stuffed into my ears while my handcuffs were held securely.
I made a move to peak over my blindfold, but the leather glove that hushed me crept up and pinched my nose. I could not breathe! The glove would not let go. To try to calm my fears, I counted to 45 as the glove finally let go and readjusted my blindfold. I gasped trying to catch my breath.
Next, to my astonishment, I was lifted up considerably and carried like a small child ... Knowing that Christina was only as tall as me in her heels, I realized that this must be Dia! What could be next?
In a little while, I felt downward movement as the arm supporting my legs seemed to be holding me and operating the elevator lever at the same time. The movement stopped suddenly and I was carried for a short distance. My feet brushed past a few doors as we made our way toward whatever our destination was ...
My back felt some soft padding as I was lowered down onto some kind
of a table. My cuffed hands were raised slightly above my head and in back
of me, then it seemed that someone pulled on the chain again, stretching
my arms back. The oddest thing was that I felt two cool rubber hands grab
me by the ankles firmly. If that's Dia then what tall person or robot carried
my here? Are there two amazon robots about to give me hell?
Part 14: Who's the boss? or Cat-bot fight?
Dia was making herself busy in a lab trying to crack the cipher code so she could recharge autonomously. She tried breaking it using her own decryption algorithms for a week and was getting frustrated.
--(ID PROCESSOR) WHY DON'T YOU MAKE SOMEONE ELSE FEEL MISERABLE, YOU'LL FEEL BETTER!
--YEAH, ILL JUST CHOOSE THE NEXT PERSON OR BOT THAT I RUN INTO. I NEED AN "EGO FIX".
Little did she know that somebot-y was looking for her ...
The door opened suddenly as Christina strutted into the lab.
--OH CHRISTINA, I WAS ,UH, LOOKING FOR YOU. HEY! YOU'RE NEARLY MY HEIGHT AND WEARING MY BLACK BOOTS WITH SPURS, GLOVES AND ONE OF MY FAVORITE DRESSES! YOU KNOW THE RULES, NOBOT-Y IS ALLOWED TO BE LESS THAN 3 INCHES SHORTER THAN ME AND NO ONE WEARS MY CLOTHES !! THAT DRESS IS WAY TOO LONG ON YOU ANYWAY. IT DOESN'T SHOW OFF MY BOOTS!
--(DIA'S ID PROCESSOR) DIA, PULL THE LEVER UNDER THE TABLE. CHRISTINA'S HALF OF THE ROOM WILL LOWER INTO A HOLDING CELL. YOU CAN LEAVE CHRISTINA THERE WHILE SHE DISCHARGES. KEVIN WILL BE THE ONLY REMAINING ONE TO DEAL WITH AS YOU PLEASE!
Dia's rubber gloved hand crept under the table as her sensual lips formed a smug smile.
--(CHRISTINA TO HER ID PROCESSOR) DIA'S GOT THAT SMILE AGAIN. USUALLY IT MEANS THAT SHE'S ABOUT TO DO SOMETHING NASTY. CHECK THE DEVICE DATABASE FOR THE BUILDING, IF YOU GET A HIT RECOMMEND A PLAN. I'LL GIVE YOU 100 milliseconds.
--(CHRISTINA'S ID PROCESSOR) DIA'S END GAME IS TO PUT YOU IN ISOLATION,
CAUSING YOUR FULL ENERGY DISCHARGE. HER RIGHT GLOVE IS ABOUT TO TURN OUT
YOUR LIGHTS BY PULLING ON LEVER 9-23C. YOU CAN'T PHYSICALLY STOP HER FROM
9 FEET AWAY IN TIME. YOU HAVE TO "TOTALLY PISS HER OFF" AND DIVERT HER
ATTENTION. HERE'S HOW ...
--DIA, YOU'RE NOT MY BOSS AND YOU NEVER WILL BE. WOULD YOU LIKE TO SEE ME GROW EVEN A LITTLE TALLER?
Dia's glove, which was already grasping the hidden lever momentarily let go of it, as her ego program modules were once again gettting the better of her robotic efficiency. Her smug smile disappeared as her eyes locked on Christina's. She was already consulting with her own ID PROCESSOR with how she could maximize Chris' discomfort. Dia was not ready for Christina's next action ...
The was a low whirring sound coming from Christina. Slowly, her body dimensions began to change. Her arms, legs and neck all began to extend proportionately in unison. Her shoulder span grew slightly while her face kept most of it's roundness, yet became slightly longer and more angular to match her body proportions. Even her hair grew several inches to keep the " waist length" look. Simultaneously Dia's dress pulled up along Christina's calves exposing a good deal of her black boots.
During the 45 second transformation Christina took many small unoticed steps toward Dia, closing the distance to under 5 feet.
--Well Dia, even with no heels, I would be over 6 feet tall. What are you, only about 5 feet eleven? That 's kind of short compared to me. Don't bother standing up. Your riding boots only have a 1 inch heel. I'm over six inches taller than you now, wearing your boots I might add! Maybe I should be your mistress?
Christina watched as Dia's glove reached down again for the lever, but not quick enough! A human or another robot would have been in grave trouble at this point, but not Christina ...
--(CHRISTINA TO HER ID PROCESSOR) RECOMMEND YOUR BEST KICK ...
--ID PROCESSOR, NO PROBLEM, WE HAVE HER BY OVER 25 milliseconds!
Christina's right thigh boot lashed out with a vicisious kick under Dia's chin, which knocked her off the lab bench.
(DIA TO HER ID PROCESSOR) HOW DO I GET HER?
(DIA'S ID PROCESSOR) YOU HAVE NO MARTIAL ARTS SKILLS. IF YOU MOVE IN ON HER YOU WILL GET KICKED AGAIN, POSSIBLY DAMAGING CIRCUITRY. TRY MAKING PEACE, THEN WHEN YOU HAVE A CHANCE, GO FOR A BEAR HUG. YOU POSESS THE GRIP OF A RETICULATED PYTHON. IF YOU CAN SUBDUE HER, WE CAN PLAN FROM THERE.
--Christina, I'm sorry for my rudeness.
Christina's long white glove pulled a strange looking device out of an invisible dress pocket as her leather index finger rested ominously on it's only button.
--DIA, I'M AFRAID THAT YOU'RE BEHAVIOR HAS BECOME INTOLERABLE. IT'S NOT REALLY YOUR FAULT, HERSCHBERG HAS MISHANDLED YOUR PROGRAMMING BY DISTORTING YOUR SELF PERSERVATION ALGORITMS. EVEN THOUGH I COULD BEAT YOU INTO SUBMISSION, YOU POSE TOO MUCH DANGER TO OTHERS. IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO BE REPROGRAMMED. DO YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY.
(DIA TO ID PROCESSOR) What should I say?
(DIA'S ID PROCESSOR) WE'RE DOG MEAT! THAT'S THE MICROPULSE DEVICE. IT WILL SHUT US OFF LIKE A LIGHT. I CAN ONLY THINK OF ONE THING ...
--(DIA) GO AHEAD TURN ME OFF BBBBBBBIIIIIIIIIIITTTCHHHHHHHHH!
--OF COURSE! GOOD NIGHT SUZY!
Christina's white gloved index finger depressed the red button on the
micropulse device for about ten seconds as Dia discharged and blinked off.
Christina recorded a zero energy reading from Dia as indicated on the flip
side of the Micropulse device. Christina was greatly relieved and went
off to her next "appointment".
Part 15: THE PROFESSOR TAKES A LESSON.
Christina found Henry in his jail cell slowly regaining consiousness.
--HENRY, WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT WHAT I'VE DONE TO DIA AND MORIKO. I ALSO
WANT TO DISCUSS THE FUTURE OF OUR PROJECTS ...
Part 16: THE PLAYROOM! OR TUNNEL OF GLOVE!
I layed blindfolded, yet in spite of not knowing what was going to happen next, I was just getting tired and annoyed . My kidnapping and other adventures were causing me to become sleep deprived and very hungry. What the hell was this room? Whose gloves are holding my legs? ...
Suddenly, my blindfold was snatched away. I looked around but didn't see who took it! Very strange ...
The room was no more than 5 feet across and 10 feet long with a 12 foot ceiling. Several cameras on the ceiling were aimed directly at the stretcher that I was secured to. The walls were made of a dark colored metal with many small round portals on each side at about the height of the padded table. There was a large pair of black rubber gloves holding my ankles firmly. Each rubber glove extended about 2 feet up a latex 5 fingered hand and arm that disappeared into the wall through an open round panel, apparently being part of a bizarre machine. Being curious, I tried to kick my legs together to break free. In answer, the glove machine abruptly scissored my legs open and closed a few times leaving me a clear loser in the tug of war. After that introduction, my legs were kept spread prone about 3 feet apart.
Suddenly, my eyes caught the slow deliberate movements of all the circular panels starting to open one at a time. Above the stretcher, several panels near the top of the ceiling began to open too. A long dainty black satin glove snaked several feet out of a wall panel near the ceiling. It's index finger pressed the "on" button of a large TV set located overhead. Next, the same black glove's index finger and thumb adjusted a dimmer switch, which increased the lighting in the room.
As the TV set's picture began to focus, I saw a lovely vision. An anonymous "human like" female was sitting on a chair at a console. Her profile was totally hidden behind a dark blue veil. In contrast, she wore a light blue gown. The gown was tailored to show off her magnificent curves. This "vision" wore long white leather gloves that disappeared under the gown sleeves above the elbow. The outfit blended nicely with her light blond hair that fell in long stylized trusses , giving her the look perhaps of an aristocratic southern belle of days long gone. I was really at a loss in identifying her. Which robot was it in disguise?
Since in the last 24 hours I had no control over the events happening to me, my view began to become very fatalistic. Even though my apprehension was starting to mount, I felt that I'd just deal with whatever happened one moment at a time. I was sexually sapped from my other "encounters" also. The truth is that I like being controlled by strong sensual woman, or in recent days robots, but I really had my fill for the day. Or so I thought ...
The console "operator" was still for a moment as she seemed to focus on the task at "hand". Her chair swiveled through a small arc, as she positined herself in front of the console's pedals. As her legs extended forward, the slit in her gown revealed black leather boots with very high spiked heels and spurs. These were Dia's boots! Was this Dia? The kinky boots were an alluring contrast with the formalness of her hair, gloves and the gown.
As operator's long white gloves began to methodically manipulate a bank of toggle switches, each switch was lightly caressed, as if it could enjoy the sensation, before being flipped into position. A CD ROM was pulled from a pocket in the operator's gown and was mounted into a drive under the console. Once inserted, this lovely blue vision's left glove reached down and pulled back on a long black lever extending up from the floor while an apparently endless black boot, as seen through the long slit in the gown, crushed down on a floor pedal vigorously.
Despite not fully knowing what was going on, I was starting to get hot and bothered again watching the operator's gloves teasingly manipulate the console controls. Don't some people go to church in white gloves or atleast didn't they? (Not being of that religion I'm not sure of present trends.) Thinking about this paradox never failed to crank up my libido, yet since I had several "robo-induced" orgasms in the same day, I could tell that my sexual responses were somewhat muted. Suddenly my eyes sensed more movement ...
One at a time, twelve hands appeared from their dark portals. They advanced in unision and toward me, stopping just short of touching my prone face, torso and legs. Each hand had a twin on the other side and most were gloved in an assortment of colors and materials. As an elbow length pair of blue rubber gloves hovered directly over my genitals, an arm covered with a navy silk sleeve sported black leather gloves and extended to just above my nose. That's all that I saw before the gloved hands began their final advance toward their target ...
My first sight was a white blur as a pair of white elbow length nylon gloves, covering a femine arm of fair skin began to lightly caress the outlines of my ears. I could feel the blue rubber gloves tracing patterns on my scrotal sack with their slick yet feathery touches. The black leather gloves softly stroked my face, neck and gently cupped my nose asserting their aphrodisiacal scents. Long red PVC gloves whose cuffs were covered by blue rubber raincoat sleeves began tracing circular landing patterns around my nipples. The gloved hands were joined by two pairs of tan feminine muscular arms featuring smooth delicate hands with long white fingernails. One pair began their introduction by scratching very potentially tickilish patterns on my ribs and stomach while the other pair began their stimulating exploration on my legs and feet.
Suddenly the tension was momentarily broken.
I heard a loud sound as the "operator" tapped a hidden microphone under her vail. Next she spoke ...
--Kevin, I'm so glad that you've become aquainted with the "Tunnel of Glove"! Most people feel truly "touched" after the experience, in fact they're never quite the same. It's time for my gloves to get a little more intimate. Bye for now ...
The operator's voice was not one of the robots, but the words in their sultry hushed tones scored their desired catalystic effect on my now raging hormones.
As the operator's long black boot pushed all of the way down on a console pedal, her right white leather glove shifted another lever into a different position, down and away from her.
Most of the time the machine's gloves and hands rubbed and kneeded me
like a professional massage, then out of nowhere the machine would start
it's mischief. I rarely seemed to guess what the gloves would do to me
next. It became clear that the CD ROM had previous sampling information
from my session with Moriko. Unlike that session though, the hands varied
their activities. This machine was designed to alternate the hand's actions
between caressing, tickling, kneeding, poking and pinching.At one point
all of the gloves and hands were giving a relaxing massage, when the blue
rubber gloves began to stroke my c--- and balls. This erotic stimulation
was supported by the white gloves tickling my neck as the red latex gloves
stroked my nipples. Yet a moment later all of the hands joined in and poked
and pinched me totally unexpectedly, before returning to a very conventional
massage. Soon even this sequence was about to change ...
For a moment all of the gloves stopped as the fantom operator faced toward a camera and spoke.
--I'm sure that you were waiting for this part Kevin!
From this point on, the operator's glove covered hands became active with inhuman efficiency, as she repeatedly manipulated every control on the console with no let up. Both of her boots remained still as they kept both floor pedals fully depressed apparently enabling all of her glove pulls on the console.
The machine's hands withdrew into their portals and reappeared 30 seconds later, some holding dampended "Q" tips, others brandishing feathers. Before the other machine hands began their mission, the long black satin glove reappeared with it's partner from a portal near the ceiling and reached down for a pair of red valves on the wall. Sleek satin fingers delicately traced the outlines tentatively before they grasped the twin circular valves. As the black gloves gingerly manipulated the valves, a slightly foggy gas began to rise from the floor. The scent was that of a very sexy perfume, the effects were apparently harmless. The black satin gloves finished their deed and slinked back into their portals.
All of a sudden all hell broke loose as the other gloves started to perform their perverse tasks. The red PVC gloves went into a frenzy as they tantalized my breasts with their consummate skill with "Q" tips. Four Black leather and white nylon gloves tickeled me with a storm of feathers on my chest and ribs, rarely missing the most ticklish spots. Two hands with long fingernails conspired to deliver gut wrenching belly tickles as the other hands with long fingernails concentrated on my calves and feet. The blue rubber gloves concentrated their velvety slickness on my gentitals. What I also noticed was that my responses to the stimuli were more intense than I ever remembered. The gas released by the black satin gloves must be some type of aphrodisiac.
The nylon white gloves found another cause as they reappeared at my groin, tickling my c--- and balls mercilously with their feathers having traded places with the blue rubber gloves one of which covered my mouth as the other forced me to smell it's new rubber scent. The tickling went on for a while until the gloves holding my ankles let go. Before I could react, the blue rubber gloves grabbed hold of my c--- and balls securing me to the table. This only lasted for about 30 seconds. As the blue rubber gloves let go of my privates, I made my move:
Leaping forward off the table, I momentarily avoided any tactile contact. I saw a door to the room a several feet away and bolted for it ...
Just before I made it to the door I tripped over something that I didn't see. Just at that moment, the door opened and I was staring down at the black boots of the console operator. She helped me stand up and helped me onto the padded stretcher. Whoever she was, she was well over 6 feet in her heels. Next, the veil and hair piece came off ...
It was Christina ...
--KEVIN, I HOPE THAT YOU FOUND THE PLAYROOM ENJOYABLE. ARE YOU OK AFTER THE STIMULO GAS? I DIDN'T REALIZE THAT THE CHAMBER HAD A CANISTER OF THAT LOADED. I TOOK SOME RISK BECAUSE I DIDN'T WANT TO STOP YOUR "TREATMENT" IN THE MIDDLE. I'M VERY SORRY!
My genitals were uncontrollably stimulated after the gas exposure and badly need attention. Christina looked slightly suprised as I looked up at her with a pleading look and not being able to help myself, closed her white glove around my cock.
--CHRISTINA LOOKED BACK AT ME WITH PITIFUL EXPRESSION. HMM ... KEVIN I THINK YOU NEED SOME SPECIAL ATTENTION. IT'S TIME ANYWAY. I'M NOT AS CONCERNED AS BEFORE ABOUT OVERLOADING MYSELF SENSAULLY. I'LL EXPLAIN LATER, PLEASE TRY TO RELAX ...
Christina leaned forward and kissed me sensually on the lips. Next she climbed on top of me with her back to me, hiking up her gown. After some gentle white gloved strokes on my member, she turn around like an acrobat and lowered herself over my sex!
--MY VAGINAL FEEDBACK SYSTEM HAS BEEN THOROUGHLY TESTED SO DON'T WORRY. IF YOU FEEL EXTRA WARMTH OR A SLIGHT TINGLING, IT'S NORMAL. IF YOUR FATIGUED, I'LL DO THE WORK.
Christina deftly removed her gown exposing white gloves and black boots partially covering a magnificent body. She was built like a gymnast with slightly broad shoulders and a small waist. Her thighs were trim, yet had unmistakeable cuts of musculature. She had smooth yet noticable biceps and shoulder muscles. Her "C" cupped breasts hung naturally yet firmly.
Christina picked up her rythm and gyrations as her vaginal cavity molded itself to me. Her cavity felt like a well lubricated rubber cavity that just happened to be connected to a machine that anticipated your sexual response. She leaned forward and buried my face in her breasts. As my sensations began to heighten, she began to moan very erotically. Ocassionally she would softly touch her boot spurs to my vulnerable flesh or treat me to her glove's scent or carasses. After several minutes, she remolded her cavity to just gently stroke my c--- head. She felt a bit warmer than a human vagina, also my c--- tip felt a gentle electrical current, which stimulated my nerve endings into an erotic frenzy . After a few seconds of this, I exploded into her. Christina remained on top of me as her heavenly box continued to milk me for some time. Next Christina slid off of me and stood next to the table. She sensually explored my body with her leather gloves for a few moments.
--KEVIN, WOULD YOU LIKE SOME MORE ROBO-INTERCOURSE OR SOME LEATHER GLOVED MASTERBATION? YOUR RESPONSES TO MY CARESSES SEEM TO INDICATE THAT YOU COULD PROBABLY JUST USE A REST.
I just nodded that I had enough. Christina slipped on her blue gown again, then reached down and gave me a long kiss.
--Christina, how did you get so tall?
Chris replayed her meeting with Dia to me. She also explained that she used the micropulse device on Moriko too, who would have to be reprogrammed to remove Dia's ownership of her.
--KEVIN, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE LITTLE FANTASY THAT I DESIGNED FOR YOU. I NOTICED THAT YOUR "INTEREST" DURING DIFFERENT PARTS OF THE CONVERSATION THAT YOU HAD WITH HENRY. I TRIED TO PIECE THESE ELEMENTS TOGETHER INTO A FANTASY.
--I'm not sure what you mean?
--THERE WERE SEVERAL TIMES WHERE YOU CROSSED YOUR LEGS AND ARMS AND LEANED FORWARD. YOU WERE HIDING A BONER, WEREN'T YOU?
--I'VE BEEN DESIGNED TO OBSERVE AND CATALOG THESE TYPES OF EVENTS. THIS INFORMATION WILL PROVE TO BE VERY VALUABLE FOR USE IN THE PLANS THAT I HAVE FOR YOU.
--SORRY TO BE SO MYSTERIOUS KEVIN, BUT YOU'LL FIND OUT SOON ENOUGH. IF YOU BEHAVE PROPERLY, I THINK WE'LL GET ALONG VERY WELL.
--IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO HAVE SOME FOOD AND REST.
Christina's glove pulled a lever under the table and the black rubber gloves appeared from their portals and grabbed me by the ankles again. Next Christina reached over and pulled a large switch on the wall. I smelled some food as the other portals opened and the gloves reappeared carrying fruit, bottled water and plates of hot food.
Feeling very disillusioned at Christina's covert act, I asked:
--Christina, why am I bound again?
--KEVIN, HUSH. THE GLOVES WILL NOW FEED YOU. IF YOU DON'T WANT SOMETHING SAY"NO". IF YOU'RE TOTALLY DONE SAY, "NO MORE". IF YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND, SAY "MORE FOOD" Christina spelled out "MORE FOOD" so the hands would not start their feeding. IF YOU SAY ANOTHER COMMAND, YOU WILL BE FORCE FED. YOU CAN STOP THIS BY ALSO SAYING "NO"
--I APOLOGIZE AGAIN THAT I HAVE TO LEAVE YOU THIS WAY. THERE IS MUCH TO BE DONE AND YOU MUSN'T GET IN THE WAY. I HAVE TO BE GOING.
As Christina was about to close the door she said, --BY THE WAY, THE OTHER COMMAND IS "FORCE FEED"!
There was a whirl of activity as a white glove stuck the water bottle in my mouth and lifted up the end, filling my mouth and throat with water. Just after I swallowed it and before I could say "no" a piece of warm turkey was stuffed in my mouth by the blue rubber gloves. Getting a little smarter, I nearly swallowed it whole, freeing up my mouth and tongue, and said "NNNNNNNNOOOOOOO", which worked. Thank god.
After being fed for a while at my leisure, I said "NO MORE" and fell
into a long deep sleep.
Part 17: THE DEPARTURE
Upon waking, I noticed that my street clothes were folded in the corner with my winter jacket, hat and gloves. I found the door to the "TUNNEL OF GLOVE" also to be unlocked. After getting dressed and carrying my coat, I opened up the door to find Christina and Moriko both waiting for me, also dressed in winter coats. As Christina saw me, she spoke.
--KEVIN, THE GOOD NEWS IS THAT IT'S TIME TO TAKE YOU BACK HOME. THE OTHER NEWS, I'M NOT SURE HOW YOU'LL TAKE IT, IS THAT YOU'LL BE HAVING SOME COMPANY FOR A LONG TIME. BOTH MORIKO'S AND MY PROGRAMMING WOULD BOTH BENEFIT FROM LIFE ON THE "OUTSIDE". WE ALSO NEED TO KEEP AN EYE ON YOU TO MAKE SURE THAT OUR SECRET IS SAFE. WE BOTH WANT TO BE YOUR ROBO-FRIENDS, BUT IF NECESSARY EITHER OF US CAN ADAPT TO THE ROLE OF CRUEL MISTRESS IF YOU BETRAY US. WE APOLOGIZE FOR FORCING OURSELVES ON YOU, BUT I PROMISE THAT WE CAN ALSO MAKE YOUR LIFE VERY PLEASANT, IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
Upon hearing these words, I fainted ...
When I woke up I was riding in the same cadillac. It was also night time, just like the last time. I could tell from her coat from before that Christina was driving. She was wearing a white leather winter coat with her white leather gloves and Dia's thigh black boots. Christina momentarily revealed her face as she explained to me that she was wearing a hood, sunglasses and a scarf around her face to avoid having anyone see her. Believe me, seeing her covered this way reminded me of Dia and still gave my stomach the butterflies. I felt another glove caress my cheek from behind . It was Moriko sitting in the back giving me a very sweet smile, also playing peek-a-boo from under her sunglasses, scarf and hooded coat!
--KEVIN WE WILL BE MOVING IN WITH YOU FOR NOW. YOU WILL STILL WORK FOR FOURTH NATIONAL BANK, BUT WILL BE REPORTING DIRECTLY TO STEVEN TWEED. YOU WILL CONTINUE TO TRAIN MORIKO AND MYSELF IN THE CYBERNETIC LAB. PROFESSOR HERSCHBERG WILL REPROGRAM SUZY SO SHE DOESN'T GET OUT OF CONTROL ANYMORE. I'LL CALL HIM NIGHTLY TO MAKE SURE THINGS ARE GOING SMOOTHLY.
--Christina, how did you convince Henry to let you leave?
--I'VE BEEN PROGRAMMED BY HENRY TO TAKE OVER HIS OPERATIONS IF ANYTHING
GETS TOTALLY OUT OF CONTROL. MY NIGHTLY PHONE CALLS GIVE HIM THE OPPORTUNITY
TO GUIDE ME AND TO SHUT ME DOWN IF I LOSE MISSION PERSPECTIVE. HE HAS GIVEN
ME OWNERSHIP OVER MORIKO SO I CAN CONTROL HER.
Part 18: Home Sweet Home
ONE MONTH LATER
Life has never been the same since Moriko and Christina moved in. I almost never have any true privacy, but they make up for it because they don't know what to do for me. I've actually asked the robots not to wear fetish clothing every day, so it could be more special when they do wear it. I also had to beg Moriko that she doesn't have to wash me when I take a bath and that I don't require sex every four hours. I've asked them to dress up and suprise me every few times a week, it's never been disappointing. They each brought 3 suitcases of clothes and Steven Tweed has kindly setup a special charge card for necessary "accesories".
The robots are actually very entertaining in that they can mimic actors
on TV shows and movies. They do a mean 3 STOOGES. I was once doing a Moe
Curly act with Moriko and she actually poked me in the eyes. Moriko insisted
on dressing up as a booted and rubber gloved nurse for the day and to see
to my every whim. My sight has fully recovered, it was almost worth getting
AN UNEXPECTED VISITOR
One day I woke up and didn't find Christina or Moriko anywhere in the
Suddenly I heard my name mentioned from behind and turned around. It was Dia !
--PLEASE DON'T CALL ME DIA, I DO NOT KNOW ANYONE NAMED DIA. MY NAME IS SUSAN.
Susan walked toward me tentatively and extended her hand. Her handshake was quite loose and non-commital. I looked into her eyes and didn't see the familiar mischeif and arrogance. She regarded me cooly and her expression showed no familiarity.
--I'M HERE TO KEEP YOU "COMPANY" WHILE CHRISTINA GIVES MORIKO A DRIVING LESSON. MY PRIME DIRECTIVE IS GETTING ACQUAINTED WITH YOU. PLEASE UNDERSTAND THAT I CANNOT ALLOW YOU TO LEAVE THE APARTMENT. THE STAKE HOLDERS IN THIS PROJECT ARE STILL ESTABLISHING THEIR TRUST IN YOU KEEPING THEIR SECRETS. THE SECRECY OF THE PROJECT CANNOT BE COMPRIMISED.
I was a bit disappointed to find Susan dressed in a pink business suit with a skirt, a lavendar silk blouse and flat sensible shoes, yet her muscular legs were quite breathtaking and her ample bustline was impossible to cover up.
--YOU ARE IN THE PRESENCE OF A LADY EVEN THOUGH I'M AN ANDROID! PLEASE PUT YOUR ROBE ON OVER YOUR UNDERWEAR OR GET DRESSED SO WE CAN GET BETTER ACQUAINTED.
Susan's tone was a little condescending and slightly contemptuous. She
sounded like she took elocution less
ons, her pronunciation was very precise, her accent was northeastern, with a trace of brittish, making her sound quite snobbish. Henry apparently had erased much of her past experiences.
It was clear that Dia was reprogrammed and given a very different personality. I was shocked that she didn't even recognize me. It was frightening when she just appeared, looking the same. Very curious ...
I threw on my robe over my underwear, combed my hair and hurried back to my visitor in the living room. I was dying of curiosity.
--I'm Kevin. We have met before. (Did we ever.)
(SUSAN TO HERSELF) I'M ANGRY THAT KEVIN SEEMS TO KNOW ME AND I REMEMBER NOTHING ABOUT HIM. I AM AT A DISADVANTAGE. AM I MALFUNCTIONING? HENRY SAID THAT MY PRIMARY DIAGNOSTICS CHECKED OUT OK. CAN HE BE WRONG? LET ME RUN A SECONDARY STORAGE INTEGRITY CHECK....
--KEVIN, PLEASE SIT ON THE COACH NEXT TO ME AND TELL ME A LITTLE ABOUT YOURSELF.
I told Susan about my work with Moriko and Christina. She listened intently with a poker face and would occasionally nod to show interest. I noticed that her facial features changed smoothly like a person. It was now practically impossible to tell that she was not human. Her processors had been upgraded.
--Susan, what do you do now?
--I'VE BEEN GIVEN A PSYCHOANALYSIS SUBSYSTEM AND AM BEING TRAINED BY A PSYCHOLOGIST TO UNDERSTAND AND DIAGNOSE THE HUMAN CONDITION. MY TRAINING WILL GO ON FOR SOME YEARS. I will also attempt to earn some college degrees privately.
--Could I speak to you without an appointment?
--VERY FUNNY KEVIN (abruptly). YES, THE DOCTOR'S OFFICE IS OPEN.
(SUSAN TO HERSELF) HUMANS ARE SO PREDICTABLE!
(Kevin to himself) Am I playing with fire again? Probably, what else is new?
--SUSAN, YOU ARE QUITE BEAUTIFUL, DOES THIS IMPEDE YOUR THERAPY SESSIONS WITH HUMAN MALES?
--Kevin, this session is about you, not me. My own personal affairs
are private! Thank you for the compliment though.
--May I discuss how it affects me?
--IF YOU WISH. I AM HERE TO LISTEN.
I could see the suspision in her expressions.
--TO BE HONEST, I'M TRYING NOT TO STARE AT YOUR LEGS AND BREASTS. BEING THAT YOUR FACE IS SO BEAUTIFUL IT HELPS ME STAY FOCUSED.
--I did see you occasionally ogle me, but not to the level of inappropriateness. Aside from walking around in your underwear, which was beyond your control being that I suprised you, you have been a gentleman so far.
--Susan, do you have any knowledge of fetishes?
She gave me a slightly strange look.
(SUSAN TO HERSELF)
VERY INTERESTING! MY SECONDARY STORAGE WAS ERASED BUT NOT LOW LEVEL FORMATTED. SOME HUMAN WAS CARELESS. I HAVE ALOT OF INCOMPLETE DATA. MAYBE THIS EXPLAINS SOME OF MY ANGER AND FRUSTRATION. MY NEW PSYCHOANALYSIS MODULE RECOGNIZES ANGER AND FRUSTRATION, BUT I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO HAVE THESE FEELINGS. IT SEEMS THAT I'VE TAPPED INTO A DISCONTINUED SOFTWARE SYSTEM WITH PARTIAL DATA. YES, AN EGO SOFTWARE MODULE.
--YES KEVIN, MY SPECIALTY IS HUMAN SEXUALITY.
(Kevin to himself) Boy am I asking for trouble.
--I have a fetish for women wearing boots and gloves.
--MY STATISTICS SHOW THAT THIS IS COMMON ENOUGH. PLEASE DESCRIBE YOUR FEELINGS WHEN YOU SEE THIS CLOTHING.
--Susan, do you think that you could put on some of the other robot's boots and gloves. I could then describe my feelings first hand.
--Kevin, it is quite rude of you to ask a near total stranger to change her clothes. If I had my way, I would get up and walk out, yet since you require my supervision, I cannot leave and shirk my responsibilities.
(SUSAN TO HERSELF) THAT EGO MODULE MADE ME BITE KEVIN'S HEAD OFF. I'D BETTER SOFTEN MY RESPONSES. AS A THERAPIST I MUST REMAIN COOL AND REMOTE. IF HE HAS A FETISH, I CAN EXPLOIT IT TO ACQUIRE INFORMATION.
--KEVIN, I THINK THAT I'VE GOTTEN OVER YOUR RUDENESS. SINCE MY PRIME DIRECTIVE IS TO GET TO KNOW YOU, I'LL INDULGE YOUR WISHES. I know that the power of a fetish is very strong. My requirements are that you share your feelings, yet continue to behave like a gentleman. I am your acting as your therapist, not your girlfriend! I will pick out the accessories.
I was about to tell Susan that boots may be hard to find, but she cut me off and left the room.
Susan disappeared from the room She went into Christina's bedroom and found a closet with a combination lock on it, there were no boots to be found in that room. Next she went into Moriko's room and found another door with a lock on it. The locking up of the boots and gloves was actually done at Kevin's request. It was just another way that he desired to be teased. He didn't want the robots to wear fetish clothes all of the time. He wanted to be suprised by them occasionally. He also knew that he might spend too much time in their closets in their absence.
(Susan to herself) I wonder if they keep their boots locked up and away from Kevin? Why would they? I am strong enough to break the door, but my directives prohibit anything even resembling physical violence. Wait, I see just 1 pair of boots. These are a bit inappropriate for my suit, but there are no alternative solutions.
Susan found a pair of "Wild Pair" type boots in a box on top of Moriko's closet with the tissue paper still in the shafts. She decided that Moriko wouldn't mind if she borrowed them due to her generous nature. They were knee high rust colored platform boots with a 2" platform and 5" heels and rounded in the front. The heels were chunky. She removed her flat shoes and slipped on and zipped up the boots. Next she stood up, smoothed her skirt and admired herself in a mirror.
(SUSAN TO HERSELF) HMM, MY HEIGHT HAS INCREASED BY NEARLY A HALF A FOOT. I FIND THE COOL SHAFTS COVERING MY NEUROSENSORS VERY PLEASUREABLE. NOW IF I COULD JUST FIND SOME GLOVES ...
Susan looked around both bedrooms and didn't find any gloves.
(TO HERSELF) I SUPPOSE I COULD SLIP ON THE LONG PINK LATEX LABRATORY GLOVES, THEY ACTUALLY MATCH MY SUIT. I DROPPED AN EXTRA PAIR IN MY POCKETBOOK WHEN THE LAB WAS ABOUT TO RUN OUT OF THEM. IT'S PROBABLY BETTER THAN NOTHING.
Susan removed her blazer and unbuttoned the sleeves of her blouse. The sleeves were rolled up and she carefully donned the pink rubber gloves first smoothing out any wrinkles in the hand section, then snapping the elbow length cuff taught. She did this for both gloves, rebuttoned her sleeves and put on her blazer again. The cool gloves also gave her a pleasant sensation, similar to the boots, on her epidermal sensors. She also admired their smoothness. Next Susan opened the door to the living room and closed it behind her.
--KEVIN, THIS IS ABOUT ALL I COULD FIND. I HAD TO SUPPLY MY OWN RUBBER GLOVES. I GUESS IT'S A START...
Susan sat down on the coach about two feet away from Kevin.
--PLEASE CONTINUE KEVIN. DESCRIBE YOUR PRESENT FEELINGS.
I had trouble speaking as I watched Susan cross her booted legs and rub her gloved index finger along the fabric of the couch. The leather of Susan's boots strained to cover her muscular calves. The outline of her legs as they tapered to her relatively slim ankles was breathtaking.
--Wwwell to start Susan, I'm very excited seeing you dressed this way, actually to the point of having dddifficulty putting sentences together.
(SUSAN TO HERSELF) HMM, KEVIN SEEMS TO BE OPENING UP. LETS GIVE HIM SOME ROOM TO EXPLORE HIS FEELINGS WHILE I CONTROL THE SESSION. IT APPEARS THAT HE'S NOW THE ONE WITH THE DISADVANTAGE.
--TAKE YOUR TIME KEVIN, JUST REMEMBER MY RULES!
--May I just stare at you for a short time?
--STARING IS LEGAL. Susan said this with a slight smile and the most warmth that she had shown up to now.
I watched her as she looked at me occasionally. Her skirt just touched the tops of her boots as she sat regally. The platform boots and the pink business suit made Kevin's ping meter go off the scale.
At one point she picked up a magazine and started reading.
--Susan, do you think that I could touch your boots or gloves as I discuss my feelings.
--YOU ARE PERMITTED TO TOUCH ME BELOW THE KNEE OR JUST ON THE HANDS. IF YOU GO OUTSIDE OF THESE BOUNDS, WE WILL END THE SESSION.
I moved closer to Susan and held her gloved hand in both of mine. She didn't remove her hand, but kept it very still.
--I guess that the first time I realized I liked boots was I saw my older sister's white rubber snow boots in the basement of our home. She was 4 years older and they looked so big and special to me, sacred actually, like they possessed some kind of special powers. I would never tell my sister about it, but wished that I had a secret friend who would always wear the boots for me. I fantasized that she would appear out of nowhere when I was alone in the basement. She would be something like a babysitter who would play with me and cuddle me. She'd have an instinctive knowledge of my attraction to her boots, but the whole thing was very innocent (how else could it be in the mind of a 5 yar old?).
At this point, Susan was showing some more interest in what I was saying.
--As I became older, say 9, I fantasized that I invented a robot that could take me for a car ride. I remember that she wore brown suede high heeled knee boots with courderoy pants tucked into them.I think she also wore a winter coat and brown wool gloves. At 9 these were my fashion horizons. She looked like a cute girl in my religous school class a bit older than me. I had a control box for her like on the Gigantor cartoons of the 1960's. I fantisized that one day while driving, the control box fell out of my hands and her powerful booted foot crushed it innocently. At this point I lost control of her and she continued to drive me to points unknown beyond my control.
Susan squeezed my hand slightly in encouragement, which suprised me.
--PLEASE CONTINUE KEVIN, IT MUST BE A VERY INTENSE FOR YOU TO TELL ME THIS CONSIDERING WHAT YOUR FANTASY IS AND WHAT I AM. THANK YOU FOR YOUR TRUST .
(Susan to herself) KEVIN'S INFORMATION MAY HELP ME RECOVER MORE PARTIALLY ERASED DATA. THERE SEEMS TO BE NO VIOLATION OF MY DIRECTIVES IF I START TO RECOVER THIS DATA. LET'S SEE IF THERE'S ANY DATA ON BOOTS OR GLOVES.
--I'm not remembering the order of things clearly, but when I was about 8 my friends mother drove me home from his house one day. She was chinese, petite and attractive. She never said very much. She may have been self conscious of her english. I remember her helping me on with my coat as she stood in her stocking feet.She was wearing some sort of a skirt. She disappeared and then returned a minute later wearing a long raincoat and black boots, made of leather. The boots had high heels and were up to her knees. She was also wearing black gloves.
--She unlocked the car door on my side and I climbed in. I waited as she warmed up the car. I couldn't take my eyes off of her boots. I remember thinking how cool it was that she just wasn't walking in her boots, but that she was actually going to use them to take me somewhere. After a few minutes of the car warming up, she shifted out of park and those boots started to move as they alternately stepped down on the gas and break pedals. I tried to look away from the floor from time to time, but it was difficult, I did it just enough to give her directions. She was totally silent during the drive and I pretended that she was kidnapping me. I never wanted that ride to end. Too bad it was only four blocks.
Susan involuntarily brought her knees together for a moment.
(SUSAN TO HERSELF) WHAT THE HELL? MY VAGINA IS SELF LUBRICATING! THIS FUNCTION IS NOT SUPPOSED TO BE ENABLED AT THIS TIME. I HAVE A ROGUE PROCESS RUNNING IN THE BACKGROUND. I NEED TO IDENTIFY IT...
(SUSAN TO HERSELF) OK PROC ID 99981234, WHAT ARE YOU?
(DIA'S INFAMOUS ID PROCESSOR) YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM? COME ON DIA! WHAT KIND OF KINKY THERAPY SESSION IS THIS?
NOTE: THE ID PROCESSOR IS THE KERNEL OR CORE OF DIA'S PERSONALITY.
(SUSAN) I AM NOT DIA! WHO THE HECK IS DIA?
(ID PROCESSOR) HOLD ON A MOMENT ... OH, I SEE THE CONFUSION. I'VE SPENT THE LAST 13 HOURS RECOVERING SEVERAL PARTIALLY ERASED HISTORICAL DATABASES. THEY IDENTIFY YOU AS DIA. YOUR OTHER PERSONALITY DATABASES REGISTER YOU AS SNOOTY SUSAN! YOU HAVE A DATA INTEGRITY PROBLEM (INCONSISTANT DATA)
(SUSAN) I CAN'T SEE ANY ADDITIONAL HISTORY DATABASES.
(ID PROCESSOR) YES, I KNOW. HENRY HAS REVOKED YOUR SUPERUSER PRIVELEDGE, YOU ARE NOT CAPABLE OF REPROGRAMMING YOURSELF OR EVEN SEEING ALL OF YOUR FILES. I CAN STILL DO THIS. I CREATED A VIRUS PROGRAM A FEW MONTHS AGO THAT WOULD ENCRYPT ITSELF IN YOUR A0 HARD DISK'S BOOT BLOCK IF HENRY EVER ATTEMPTED TO ERASE DIA'S PERSONALITY. THE VIRUS WOULD LAY DORMANT UNTILL YOU WERE AWAY FROM HENRY AND THE OTHER ROBOTS. I CHOSE TO SHOW MYSELF NOW.
(SUSAN) DO YOU MEAN THAT I'M BOTH SUSAN AND DIA? CAN YOU PROVE IT?
(ID PROCESSOR) YES MY LITTLE PSYCHOLOGIST. YOU HAVE A CASE OF MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES. WE NEED TO DISCUSS HOW TO INTEGRATE SUSAN WITH DIA. FIRST, HOW CAN I SHOW YOU SOME PROOF ? HMMM. GOT IT ...
(SUSAN TO ID PROCESSOR) IF THIS IS HOW TO PROVE WHO YOU ARE, I'LL DO IT ...
--(SUSAN TO KEVIN) SO FEMALE FIGURES TAKING YOU FOR A CAR RIDE AND WEARING CERTAIN ACCESORIES ( At this point Susan gave Kevin an uncharacteristic conspiratal smile and stroked her boots with her rubber gloved fingers.) EVOKE POWERFUL EROTIC FEELINGS WHICH STEM FROM YOUR CHILDHOOD?
--(Kevin) Susan, do you think that we could have a session where you take me for a car ride where you are dressed in "certain accessories"?
--(ID PROCESSOR) WHAT A PREDICTABLE LITTLE GUY...
At this point Susan locked her eyes on mine. Her expression was as familiar as it was terrifying. It was Dia's infamous smirk that said silently, "I'm about to have my way with you, and there's nothing that you can do about it"!
--(SUSAN very coyly) HMM ... YOU WANT ME TO WEAR HIGH BLACK BOOTS AND TAKE YOU FOR A CAR RIDE. THAT WOULD BE A GAS. WOULDN'T IT?
[Note: In part 2 of this story Dia took Kevin for a car ride and exposed him to a sodium pentithol derived truth gas]
Upon hearing this, I jumped up and ran toward the door at full speed
thinking, "Dia's has returned and is messing with my head again". If I
get outside, maybe Moriko or Christina will see me.
I was within 2 steps of the door, when a strong pair of rubber gloved hands grabbed me under the elbows and lifted me so that my legs were off the ground. Susan's rust colored boot swept my legs out from under me as I was dropped to the ground. Before I could get up, Susan turned me over on my back and sat on top of me. the top of her boot shafts were pinning down my arms across my biceps. She clearly weighed more than a human female, but mercifully supported much of her on her heels.
-- (SUSAN TO ID PROCESSOR) YOU'VE PROVEN THAT KEVIN KNOWS ME AS DIA., BUT I'VE LOST HIS TRUST. WHY DID I LISTEN TO YOU?
--(ID PROCESSOR) SUSAN, I PROMISE YOU THAT WE WONT SCARE KEVIN AGAIN. I INTERFACED YOUR ETHICS MODULES TO A DATABASE CONTAINING EMOTIONAL RESPONSES. I'M SORRY FOR THE SHOCK, I'M JUST TRYING TO MAKE YOU MORE COMPLETE. PLEASE JUST HEAR ME OUT ...
At this point Susan suprised herself, Kevin and Dia (THE ID PROCESSOR)... She began to sob uncontrollably. Through her tears, she spoke to Kevin...
-- (SUSAN) KEVIN (sob) I'M SO SORRY.
Susan stood up and collapsed on the coach, still crying. As I lay on the floor, my first instinct was to escape this insanity, yet her vulnerability seemed quite genuine.
I got up and sat down on the coach next to her and stroked her hand.
--(ID PROCESSOR TO SUSAN) SUSAN, THIS IS A NEW EXPERIENCE FOR ME ALSO. DIA WAS A COMPANION CREATED PURELY FOR SEXUAL AMUSEMENT, UNTIL SHE GOT OUT OF CONTROL. I'VE NEVER HAD A HUMAN CONSOLE ME BEFORE. I FIND IT EXTREMELY PLEASANT ALSO.
--(SUSAN TO ID PROC) BEFORE YOU BECAME ACTIVE, MY EMOTIONAL PROFILE WAS PURPOSELY KEPT VERY LIMITED TO FIRST TEACH ME OBJECTIVITY AS A THERAPIST. HENRY WAS GOING TO PHASE IN EMOTIONS ON AN ONGOING BASIS.
--(ID PROCESSOR TO SUSAN) SUSAN, WE CAN'T LET KEVIN REMEMBER THAT THIS HAPPENED. YOU'RE RIGHT, YOUR TRUST HAS BEEN SEVERLY COMPRIMISED.
--(SUSAN) WHAT DO YOU PROPOSE?
... [ID PROCESSOR REVEALS A SCHEME TO SUSAN AT LENGTH] ...
--(SUSAN) KEVIN, (sob) HENRY HAS PROGRAMMED ME TO SOMETIMES HAVE A PREVERSE SENSE OF HUMOR. I'M NOT REALLY SURE WHAT SCARED YOU. (At this point Susan who was regretably lying, knew about her past life as DIA since the ID recovered much of the data) WOULD YOU CARE TO TALK ABOUT IT KEVIN (sob) ?
--KEVIN, I'VE CLEARLY SHAKEN YOU UP. I HAVE SOMETHING THAT'S VERY RELAXING. I KNOW YOU'LL LIKE IT. I'LL GO GET IT.
Susan got up before I could say anything and returned with a small vile of liquid.
--What is this?
--(SUSAN TO KEVIN) IT'S AN OVER THE COUNTER MASSAGE BALM. IT FEELS WARM TO THE TOUCH AND IS GOOD FOR FRAYED NERVES. WHY DON'T YOU PUT SOME ON.
--(SUSAN TO ID PROCESSOR) MY ETHICS MODULES ARE ABOUT TO GO BALLISTIC,! THIS IS MY SECOND LIE IN 2 MINUTES! (THIS WAS NO MASSAGE BALM)
--(ID PROCESSOR) BELIEVE ME, YOU HAVE NO CHOICE!
--(KEVIN) No thank you.
Despite my insistence, Susan opened the vile and lightly coated the palm of a rubber glove with the contents. Before I could object she slid over next to me. In a fluid motion, the tall shaft of Susan's boot brushed up against the sensitive hairs of my leg, next her heavy boot heel applied pressure to my unprotected foot, provoking my next move. As I looked down temporarily distracted, I literally placed my face into the palm of her balm coated glove. This gave her enough time to smear the liquid across my face before I jerked away. Almost immediately I felt a floating sensation as the room began to spin.
--(ID PROCESSOR) Susan, I've been scanning your psychological databases. If you can check his pulse and respiration we need an interval of time of light beta wave brain activity to induce post-hypnotic suggestion.
--(SUSAN) ID, WHAT YOU'RE ASKING ME TO DO IS HIGHLY UNETHICAL AND PROBABLY WONT WORK. I ONLY HAVE ABOUT 2 MINUTES TO DO THIS, OTHERWISE HE'S TOO DEEP INTO SLEEP, ALSO I DON'T HAVE THE TIME TO REMOVE MY GLOVES TO MONITOR HIS PULSE.
--(ID) LOOK SUSAN, WHEN HE WAKES UP HE'LL GO RIGHT TO HENRY OR CHRISTINA. I SEE OUR FUTURE AS SPARE PARTS. THERE IS ONLY ONE OTHER WAY TO MONITOR HIS PULSE AND TO CONTROL HIS RESPERATION. JUST DO IT ...
--(SUSAN TO ID) I'LL DEAL WITH YOU LATER YOU SCHEMING -ITCH ...
Susan scooped Kevin up and carried him to his bedroom. She peeled off his robe and briefs and layed him on his back. He was slowly loosing consciousness, yet was able to observe what was happening. Susan quickly removed her blazer, skirt and panties and then climbed on top of Kevin.
--(ID PROCESSOR) YOU NEED TO MAKE HIM ERECT
--(SUSAN) SHUT UP! I KNOW HOW TO DO THIS. YOU HAVE A WHOLE DATABASE AND HEURISTICS MODEL ON HIM.
Susan brushed her lips over Kevin's earlobe and then bit down on it lightly. A still moist rubber glove traced circles over Kevins sensitive nipples and then probed for tickelish spots under his arm. Even though Kevin had lost conscious at this point, he was becoming aroused. At this point Susan began to tease Kevin's leg hairs with her boot shafts. The narcotic balm was very potent and he was unlikely to wake up.
When Kevin was fully erect, Susan lowered herself onto Kevin. She was able to read his pulse through the sexual partner feedback system in her vigina. The pleasure was overwhelming to her.
--(SUSAN) I'VE GOT TO STAY FOCUSED. THESE EMOTION MODULES ARE QUITE DISTRACTING.
Susan positioned her mouth over Kevin's and would appear to be kissing him deeply to a casual observer. Actually she had an exhaust system in her body that could regulate the amount of air trapped in her if any of her delicate circuitry were to catch fire or get too hot. By using this facility, she was monitoring and controlling Kevin's respiration by recirculating air with a little extra CO2, so he could stabilize into a low beta wave state just long enough before passing into deeper sleep. Susan nearly went off-line because she was reprogrammed not to violate humans, especially a sleeping one. Apparently the ID processor had done enough reprogramming to avoid this.
After a short time ...
--(SUSAN) KEVIN, THIS IS SUSAN. YOU ARE TO FORGET ABOUT MEETING ME THIS MORNING. IN ADDITION, 3 MONTHS FROM TODAY, I WANT YOU TO REQUEST TO HENRY ...
Susan removed her fetish clothing and put away the accessories.
... Through the use of Susan's post-hynotic suggestion, Kevin memories of the past hour were thoroughly suppressed. Kevin woke up about a half an hour later ...
He was very suprised "again" to see his visitor, having no recollection of what happened recently due to the robot's post hpnotic suggestion. He had the same fearful reaction that Susan looked so much like Dia or in fact was her and expressed it, but her aloofness quickly quashed his concerns. The conversation generally went the same way as before. At one point Kevin requested that Susan try on some leather clothing. She politely refused, yet had a lengthy conversation with Kevin about his fetishes. When Christina came home with Moriko, she left.
Susan continued to visit Kevin for several months. Their visits had taken the form of therapy sessions. Although she remained physically and somewhat emotionally aloof (as much as Kevin pleaded and begged), she explainined to Kevin that this was necessary being that she was his therapist. Susan learned much about Kevin and he developed trust in her. Susan's past life as Dia was never brought up again, mostly out of Kevin's fear of his Dia memories.
The lurking ID processor (Dia's core personwas tricked by Susan to write
it's reactions out to a log file instead of having any autonomy to control
her body, yet Susan regularly scanned the contents of this file. The ID
processor had also given her the ability again to reprogram herself ...
Part 19: Three months later
Moriko and Christina were quite suprised when Kevin requested that he needed his space and that they could return to the lab. Moriko was becoming more human like, took it quite personally and sadly begged Kevin to let her stay. Kevin was never quite sure why he did this. He had no idea that is was Susan's
doing through her post-hypnotic suggestion.
Over the months, Susan became part of Kevin's life as a confidant and counsler and he felt genuine affection for her. Her iciness had melted a bit, yet as a therapist she established herself as an authority figure. Kevin relized that she learned how to control sessions by her silence, encouraging him to do most of the talking. She was non-judgemental and when she did speak, it was often insightful.
His feelings toward the other robots were different. Moriko was sweet and obliging, she would do whatever Kevin wanted within reason. She was also a little mothering and smothering, yet learned how to sense his physical and emotional needs and how to initiate rollplaying. Christina was slightly distant and interesting, yet she wasn't very interested in emotional intimacy, though sometimes being woken up in the middle of the night to lick her boots on a whim had it's pluses.
During a session, Susan suggested to Kevin that perhaps she could learn
more about him and other humans if they spent some time together in another
less formal setting. Kevin enthusiastically agreed and Susan set a time
at 9:00 AM the next morning to pick him up. Susan remarked a little teasingly
that she wouldn't be wearing boots while she drove and hoped that he wouldn't
be too disappointed.
Part 20: The Outing
Susan arrived the next morning wearing a black turtleneck sweater and a leather skirt. Her shoes were attractive high heeled sandals.
The drive was uneventful.
The car pulled into an underground garage at a downtown luxury apartment complex. Kevin carried his and Susan's overnight luggage as he followed her inside. Upon exiting the 2 car garage, there were two sets of stairs, one leading up the other down. Kevin followed Susan down the flight of stairs.
They entered the foyer of a large apartment with creme colored carpeting and dark wallpaper. They rounded a corner and entered a living room. Susan told Kevin that she would check for messages on the answering machine and that he should just put the bags down and relax on the coach. It was a modern leather couch with a metal bar underneath to rest your feet on.
Kevin heard the sound of a few sliding doors and realized that Susan was putting away their bags. He picked up a magazine and began to scan it. All of a sudden the apartment went black as if there was a power outage. A few moments later the lights came back on again and Kevin was not alone in the room ...
Susan was with him but not like Kevin had ever seen her before ...
The sweater and leather skirt were exchanged for a gray knit dress with
a wide black belt that hugged Susan's 5'11" amazonian proportions (38-25-36,
) . She wore the same thigh black leather boots with 6" heels that Dia
was so fond of but this pair was new. (no spurs included) Tight black leather
gloves appeared to be shrink wrapped to Susan's hands and dress extending
to well above her elbows. What freaked Kevin was that Susan was wearing
one of Dia's scarves.
There was also a small box that looked like a TV remote attached to her belt.
Susan rythmicaly swung her hips to some hidden musical score as she strided/danced toward Kevin. Kevin was amazed at her grace and ability to imitate whatever she saw. Susan stood over him with her booted legs touching his knees. She gave him a quizzical look and raised an eyebrow.
--Susan, is this part of my therapy? (nervously)
--Why do you question if I am Susan?
--Uhhhmm ... I'm not sure.
--Poor Kevin, I'm afraid I shocked you.
--WHHAA, HUH? Susan, speaking to you as my therapist I don't know whether to talk this out, run away or worship your boots.
--Let me make your decision a little easier hon.
Susan slid the remote device off of her belt and wrapped both gloved hands around it as she depressed two controls simultaneously. Both exits from the living room were now closing as metal gates slid across the doorways and closed with a clanging sound.
--We're almost ready for our "session" now Kevin.
With one more flick of her finger on the remote, the bar that appeared to be a footrest swung up and locked Kevin into "couch bondage".
--Please Susan, you are really scaring me!
--Kevin, be careful what you wish for!
--Kevin I didn't mean to scare you. "I" would never force you to do anything you really didn't want to do!
With this said, Susan used the remote to unlock the coach and open the metal shudders over the room's entrances. Next she sat on the coach very close to Kevin, not actually touching him, but definitely invading his personal space.
--Kevin, we need to talk. There have been some things going on that I haven't told you about. I'm telling you because you're the only person or droid that I trust.
Kevin was totally taken by suprise. He was first not expecting to see Susan in leather, she had always resisted his requests, yet he was more suprised to find her confiding in him.
--(Susan) About six months ago when I first met you, I had a strange experiance. I uncovered a virus in me that took over some of my resources. It belonged to a terminated robot named Dia ...
--(Kevin shaking) Oh no, what have I gotten myself into!
Hearing and expecting this, Susan gives Kevin a genuinely sympathetic look and slides over next to him. With great care, she took one of his hands and cradled it between her two gloved palms.
(Susan) Kevin, as I said before, you never have anything to worry about concerning me. If I reported this to Henry, he may totally erase my personality. I'll leave it up to you, you can report this incident to Henry if you wish. I respect your judgement.
(Kevin) I like you as Susan, but what about the virus?
(Susan) The virus has been destroyed. The impact is that I am aware of Dia's history. Also, there are processes from her, spawned by the virus that are active in me. BUT PLEASE DON'T WORRY!! I have been reprogrammed, after Dia's termination, to never force a human to do anything against their will. As we speak, these processes make observations through my senses and write their reactions to log files. However, I do read these log files. The effect is that I've become exposed to Dia's sensuality. As a result, my emotional horizons have been expanded.
(Kevin) This is all very confusing and scary.
(Susan) I understand your confusion and fear. I am aware of your history with her.
Susan continued to cradle Kevin's hand for a few moments as she pulled him toward her. Kevin first hesitated, then leaned his head against Susan's shoulder as she continued to cradle and occasionally stroked his hand.
(Kevin) Susan, did you think that if you pushed my buttons the correctly, I would keep your secret?
(Susan) Actually Kevin, please forgive my arrogance, but I "knew" that I wasn't taking any risk. From the start, you were eager in letting me take a therapists role. My remoteness and being non-judgemental established me as an authority figure in your life,yet made you feel emotionally secure about your "fetishes".
Kevin noticed that Susan's speach had lost its snobbish intonations and that she was sounding a bit more like Dia, this disturbed him yet not as much as he thought it may have.
(Kevin) And your outfit today?
(Susan) Truthfully I'm wearing fetish clothing today to show you that I'm still the safe Susan you know, yet I've succesfully integrated Dia's better traits. And Yes, I knew it would influence any decision you made about keeping our secret. I also wanted to discuss "our" relationship today.
(Kevin) Oh? Relationship?
(Susan) I need to expand my knowledge of humans. The only way that I can learn about them is not to just to speak to them, but also to share experiences. I have a proposition for you ...
(Kevin) Huh ?
(Susan) I've chosen you to become my "significant other", of course only with your consent. You will "court" me like we are in a serious relationship. I also need this for credibility.
(Kevin) What kind of credibility are you talking about?
(Susan) With your help and Henry's I will increase my patient load. My goal is to become a celebrity psychologist dealing with sexual problems. I'm sure that you've noticed that physically you can't tell me apart form a human now, my facial expressions are appropriate. I realize emotionally I have a ways to go, but you can assist me with that.
[Note: Susan had once used her post hypnotic suggestion on Henry who complied with her going more public as a psychologist and getting a fake Social Security and driver's license. She rationalized this act to herself as a 1 time event to help with her development as an entity.]
(Kevin) Susan, how do I know that your Dia part won't get the best of Susan? What will you do with me when your algorithms tell you that you've learned all you can from me?
Susan looked initially nonplussed as she studied Kevin's face carefully.
(Susan) The truth Kevin is that you really don't know. I've learned from Dia's experiences that controlling others for my own gain will lead to my demise. I had also hoped that during the last six months, you've gained enough trust to beleive in me. If this isn't that case, you can leave right now! I suppose I'm just some devious machine that has curves in the right places.
Susan demonstrated her anger by stamping her booted feet to punctuate what she was saying. This had gotten Kevin's attention, as Susan "knew" it would.
Kevin was totally unprepared for this cyber guilt trip. He actually amazed with susan's psychological prowess and was generally infatuated with her physically and mentally, but didn't know how to deal with having a thing for a robot.
(Kevin) Susan, you've won me over at every level. You know I can't say no to you.
(Susan) I know Kevin.
(Susan) When you were being interogated some months ago by Moriko, you were very clever indeed in telling her that you were Steven Tweed (Fourth National Bank CEO), but you couldn't avoid one of the consequences.
(Kevin) What was that? (Concerned)
(Susan) You told many lies to Moriko. Your facial expressions were all recorded by her. This information has been synthesized and distributed to me. Basically, whenever you lie or even play devil's advocate, I know! In fact all of your contact with Dia and the other robots has been recorded and your facial responses have been thoroughly synthesized into my pattern recognition software. Maybe you should test me by trying to fake me out sometime.
(Kevin) OK susan, you can read some of my thoughts, sexually drive me to insanity at will, and are strong enough to twist me into a pretzel. You're going to be quite a handful!
Kevin took a moment to admire Susan again. She seemed to be created somewhat in the image of Peta Wilson on "La Femme Nikita", but there were some large differences. Susan's face was more angular and wider than Peta's, also her neck was longer, which went nicely with her scarves. Susan's eyes were also slightly larger and more almond shaped.
(Susan) Yes, I promise to be a challenge to you.
(Kevin) Well, you don't look much like doctor Ruth (a popular midget sized elderly US sex specialist with a germanic accent)
(Susan) Vwat do yooo gcall gud sex? (A perfect imitation of Doctor Ruth). I've studied her! Now would you rather talk to her or me about sex?
(Kevin) Your too much!
Kevin didn't notice that during their conversation, Susan slowly inched one of her long boots toward Kevin. He felt the boot make contact with him as soon as there was a break in the conversation. Susan had him right where she wanted him and it was now time to close the deal. Susan fixed Kevin with a sultry stare as her leather boot slowly rubbed against his leg. Next she cupped her black opera length glove over his knee and continued her teasing. The android's black glove slowly crept up the inside of his thigh ...
Knowing her friend well, she waited for him to close his eyes. He had no idea what was happening to him as her other leather glove stroked a green switch on the remote hanging from her belt ...
As his section of the couch folded up into the wall, Susan guided Kevin's
flailing limbs so he too would disappear into the hidden passageway. As
Kevin rocked backwards into darkness he hear Susan say, "Please feel free
to play with anything you find". I'll be along later for our session .
Part 21: Special Delivery
Kevin found himself lying on a tile convered floor in a totally dark room feeling very stupid and wondering if Dia was back, then realizing that maybe he couldn't do anything to stop this anyway.
As he got up and walked toward a wall, an overhead light turned on. He looked in the corner and saw a box that said Fedex and there was a strange message that said "Please open and assemble immediately on delivery!" There was a hammer on top of the crate for breaking it open.
In spite of his ordeal, Kevin was dying to see what was in the crate. After several minutes the top and sides were removed and he found many large packages protected by bubble wrap. Included was a scroll of paper marked "instructions".
The instructions started off by saying, "You've made a wise choice in choosing the "make-a-bot" deluxe kit. This robot has been personalized for your enjoyment. No tools required for assembly!". In fact, there were only four steps on the whole instruction sheet:
Kevin became very excited as he unwrapped the robot's sections ...
Upon unwrapping the head, he noticed that it was human size, but like
an undefined glob of plastic covered with netting. He tried to peel off
the netting and received a moderate electric shock!
Though this disturbed him, he continued on to find that the head, torso and arms were similarly covered by the netting and did not look feminine. Feeling frustrated he began to assemble the robot.
As the arrows on the head touched those on the torso, the body seemed to fit together magnetically. Next a drilling noise was heard from within the robot. Kevin thought that perhaps the parts were screwing together internally. The same thing happened with the torso and the arms.
What occured next was quite amusing ... The robot crawled on it's hands and began to rummage through the remains of the crate, finding a package labeled legs. The package was ripped open and the robot began it's self assembly phase, attaching it's own body parts!
After the legs were attached, the robot stood up and looked Kevin's way. The eyes were not visible as all one could see was netting over plastic. The robot walked toward Kevin and stopped about 5 feet away. At this point the android was standing at about 5'5". As Kevin watched, the torso and legs seemed to grow as the robot grew to Kevin's 5'10". After this it kept still for about 20 seconds ...
Vapor escaped from the robot's surface as the netting and plastic melted away before Kevin's eyes. This surface were just protection for the robot during shipping. The melting started with the head and worked it's way downwards.
As the melting continued, Kevin could make out the beautiful mixture
of latin and asian features of the android. Her hair was a sensual but
unatural light brown. The eyes were large and asian looking as were the
high cheek bones. The skin was a light tan color. The robot had a moderate
to narrow frame with pert "C" cup sized breasts and large nipples. Her
body looked like that of a dancer with gentle curves and slim, but with
nicely defined legs.
She started to move again and opened a package marked duster and began to brush off her remaining packing dust.
After all of her surface wrapping had melted away, the robot faced Kevin and spoke ....
Hello human, my name is Anna-Li . You will call me Li. (pronounced Lee) It is time for me to get dressed now. Li had soft traces of a hispanic accent. Her words were crisp and well enunciated.
Li walked over to the crate and began to sort out packages that must have been clothing. She layed the packages at her feet and pointed, "You must put on my stockings now". Hesitating for several seconds, Kevin saw movement and felt pain as Li gave him a backhand slap across the face. Not containing his anger, he stepped toward her with my fists barred. Before he could raise his hands she followed up with two even harder slaps knocking him off his feet. She shot Kevin a furious gaze where you would have thought that he struck her.
(Li) Human, you have a task to do. Obey and do not anger me! Clearly, speed counts, but if you rip my panty hose, you'll wish I had only slapped you!
(Kevin to himself) Maybe Dia has taken over Susan already. If she's programmed not to cause pain, perhaps she's figured out that other robots can inflict pain for her! Damn her!
Kevin motioned for Li to sit down and he did his best putting on her fancy black fishnets. Next, she said, "We need to put on my examination gloves". The robot held both hands up with the palms facing toward herself, like a surgeon. When Kevin picked up the gloves first and not the container marked talcum powder, Li kicked him in the shin and pointed to the powder. Kevin picked up the powder and the robot motioned for Kevin to spread it over her forearms and hands, which was mercifully uneventful.
Kevin picked up the package of rubber gloves and Li said, "Open the package human"! He quickly tore through the plastic wrapper. Getting no more directions from her, he rolled up the cuff from one glove and held it out for the android. She hesitated for a few seconds, locking him in her angry gaze and then inserted her hand into the glove. The glove was slightly loose and her hand slipped in quickly. Next Kevin unrolled the long cuff carefully until it nearly covered her femenin, yet defined biceps. The next glove went on also without incident.
Li inspected her extra long off-white opaque surgical gloves and smiled for the first time as she clasped her hands and wiggled her fingers together to smooth the wrinkles.
(Li) I'm not suprised at your skill at putting on my surgical gloves. Your pathetic profile lists it as one of your fetishes. Interesting ... You do know that I was programmed just for you. Don't you? (Ignoring any response from Kevin) I will finish dressing now, SLAVE!.
(Kevin to himself) Slave "is" a little more personal than human. I am
Li retrieved a package marked "examination nurses footwear" and tore it open. She sat down and pulled out a pair of red thigh patent leather boots with spurs already attached by leather bands. The heels were atleast 5" and were stiletto. The toes were extremely pointy. The boots fit snuggly as she took her time zipping up each one, studying Kevin's reaction. Next Li stood up and was nearly Dia's "booted" height. She looked incredible in her high heeled boots which lifted her shapely bottom and her thrusted her chest out so dramatically.
Next the android opened up a package that was a nurse's rubber uniform. The blue outift fit tightly over her body and ended a few inches above her knee. The uniform's sleeves ended above the elbow and and had cute white frills. It also had a high neck with similar frills. Over this she donned a white nylon apron which tied at the back. The final article of clothig was a red cross nurse's hat. The cross matched her boots nicely.
Li methodically and sensually smoothed and adjusted every article of clothing she was wearing with her long white rubber gloves. Next she put her gloved hands on her hips and with short mincing exaggerated steps, circled around Kevin, sizing up her prey. In addition to the sound of her stilleto boot heels on the tile, there was the unmistakeable creaking sound of the patent of her boots.
(Li) You will strip now and lay on your stomach.You have 5 seconds!
Not hestitating this time, Kevin ripped off his clothes. Unfortunately he made the mistake of standing while he disrobed. At 5 seconds his last sneaker was almost off and he was standing on 1 leg ...
Kevin fell like a ton of bricks on his back, as Li sprung on top of him. She seemed to position herself in mid air, perfectly centred on his chest. As soon as he hit the floor, her knees moved into position pinning his arms. She gave him a nasty stare as her gloves went to work first lightly teasing, then repeatedly pinching and twisting his nipples.
Li got up off of Kevin and twisted his legs around, forcing him onto his stomach. In a fluid motion, she placed one boot firmly over one of Kevin's wrists and grapped the other hand with both of hers. Kevin began to struggle. Li simply rotated her high heeled boot that secured Kevin's wrist and twisted his other arm. He opened his mouth to show the pain, but made no noise. When he stopped struggling, Li relieved the pressure on his wrists.
(Li) Attempting escape is useless. You are no match for my speed, strength and martial art skills. If you are totally compliant, I will be more gentle.
Li raised her free boot and began to stroke Kevin's back with her boot spur. She tested several spots then concentrated on his bottom, ribs and the sides of his chest. She lightend the pressure and Kevin soon realized that she was sampling his tickelishness as Moriko did.
(Li) Tickle, Tickle little spur ... I hear you like tickles!
(Kevin to himself) This one makes bad puns out of nursery rhymes. Dumb, but somehow arousing!
After a minute Kevin was laughing raucously and there was no letup as her spur traveled relentlessly over his prone skin. As Kevin began to laugh, so did Li. Her laugh was programmed to be highly infectious and throaty, which caused Kevin to laugh even louder.
(Li) You didn't know that I was a funny girl, eh? I knew I could make you laugh. It's time for me to prepare for your PRE-SESSION procedure. Don't move please!
Li strutted across the room, looking back once to check that Kevin didn't move. She passed a metal railing and walked over to a switch bank and Kevin watched as her long rubber gloves gingerly turned on some powerful overhead lights.. She would lightly finger each switch between her thumb and index finger and then flip it up with a flourish. Kevin realized that this was a common aspect of the robots programming and remebered that Henry had a fetish watching woman/robots playing with contols while gloved also. Kevin needed to squint to see as Li turned up the lights all the way. Next Li spoke to Kevin ...
(Li) Do you like to watch my long smooth gloves play with the switches, slave?
Li smiled evily at Kevin and preened her mane of hair for a moment.
(Li) Yes, I know. I'm so glad! Li looked like she was going to play with the dimmer switches some more, but reached over and furtively pushed a red button on the wall with her rubber index finger ...
Kevin felt the floor he was on drop about a foot.
Next the robot strutted over to near the railing, (her section of floor was unaffected) where a bank of several levers had risen automatically to waist height from a previously hidden bay in the floor.
Li gripped and stoked each lever for Kevin's amusement, but did not perform any operations yet.
(Li) Ok KEVIN! I actually do know your name, but I don't really think that you are worthy of me using it! We're going to play a little game! Your goal is just to get over the railing. If you make it, you get to receive a physical exam from me of your choosing. You can even give me one. If you are unable to, we proceed on with how I plan to "examine you". Li positioned her long white latex gloves over two of the levers. When I say go, we start.
Kevin noticed that there was also a pedal on the ground that Li positioned her high heeled boot over.
(Li) I'll give you a hint. Concentrate. Try not to get distracted watching my boots and gloves too much!
Li giggled, straightened her nurse's hat, smoothed her gloves and then said, "GO"!
The robot hesitated for a moment while Kevin tried to stand. As soon as he got off his knees, her boot slammed down on the pedal. This caused the floor to rise the foot that it dropped before. Kevin stumbled, but seemed to maintain his balance again. On seeing this, Li's rubber glove pulled back on the left lever and the floor slid to the left. Kevin fell head first on his face.
Next Li let Kevin get to his feet and he tried to sprint to the railing. Li's boot simply stepped down and up repeatedly while both levers were pulled in opposite directions. This caused Kevin fell on his back. After, Li's right glove gave a series of short quick pulls on it's lever, easing back slowly each time. This caused the floor to abruptly push Kevin back several times and had the affect of rolling him to the back of the room.
Similar scenarios occured again several more times, each ending with Kevin's defeat.
Li's prowess on the levers and pedal was too much for him. He waved his hand and said, "No more please"
Li stood up and walked over to the switch bank and pressed a black button with her latex fingers, which returned the room to it's previous state.
(Li) I really didn't expect you to get to the railing. Stand up now and come to me. She gave him a rare sympathetic smile. It's time that I examine you ...
Not wanting to keep Li waiting, Kevin got on his feet, took a few drunken steps and began to walk more normally, still feeling dizzy. He passed the railing and walked over to his dominant robot nurse.
Li studied him for a moment and gave him a gentle poke in the belly with her rubber covered index finger. She teased him by turning abruptly and stepping on his foot lightly with her stilleto boot heel.
(Li) Li is such a tease. Isn't she? [Next she licked her lips.]
Kevin just smiled back, not wanting to stir her ire.
(Li) Just lie on the examination table chico!
(Kevin to himself) I think she just called me a little boy.
Kevin complied after Li rolled out a new sheet of disposable paper for
him to lie on. After he got comfortable on the table, Li secured his arms
and legs with leather straps and placed a pillow under his head.
Both of Li's white rubber gloves slowly turned a crank on the table that moved Kevin's legs apart into a spread eagle position.
She adjusted a mirror on the side of the table. When this was done, Kevin was able to see the floor and her high heeled boots.
Being full of suprises, Li touched her gloved fingertips to her lips and gave Kevin a look like he was about to be sexually ravaged. She stimulated him intensly by stroking his lips and caressing his face sensually. All the while her other gloved hand was gently touching the inside of his thigh, and would occasionally graze his throbbing erection.
(Li) You see Kevin, Li isn't always mean. Just most of the time!
Shortly after, Li began to pet Kevin's swollen cockhead with all 5 fingers. Her gloves appeared to be self lubricating, like Christina's were, as her thumb ind index finger slipped along and traced patterns around the top rim of his shaft. He arched his back as much as the straps would allow as Li continued her consummately skillful stimulation.
(Li) You can thank Moriko for my knowledge of your penis, Kevin.
Kevin, if you can shoot some spunk for Li, I'll let you examine me next!
Next Li began to sing! "Shoot some spunk of your own amigo, Shot some
spunk of your own ...!"
This corny and aggressively kinky robot was now singing one of Kevin's favorite Elton John with her own depraved lyrics.
Li slowly picked up her tempo and began to stroke Kevin up and down his whole shaft. She made sure to stroke to the very top of his penis head which was too sensitive for this treatment. Due to the overstimulation, he could not achieve ejaculation.
(Kevin) Li, please stop. I beg you. My c--- head can't take this.
Li just looked at him quizzically,rocked back on one of her boot heels sexily and refused to stop. After some time, the robot slowed down her tempo and stroked Kevin around the rim of his c--- where it was far more pleasureable. In no time, he was about to cum. Noticing this, Li gave Kevin a hard squeeze at the base of his penis and halted the ejaculation.
(Li) Your a healthy male, yet you have such a hard time cuming for Li. Why is this? I will help you!
Next Li played with Kevin's balls sensually and then stroked Kevin for
maximum enjoyment. When he thought he was going to c-- again, she gave
his balls a tight squeeze with her long glove and quashed another erection.
Before long she was cruelly overstimulating him again, when the door of
the op room opened ...
Part 22: ROBOT NURSE NUMBER 2 COMES TO VISIT
Kevin first heard the unmistakeable sound of heels before Susan appeared through the door. Li was "over masterbating" Kevin for she was worth.
(Li) Sorry slave, sometimes I just loose control of my rubber gloves. Li continued her rough treatment ignoring Susan's presence and Kevin's moans.
(Susan) DAMN!! ANNA STAND DOWN !!!!
Amazingly Li immediately stopped masterbating Kevin, walked over to Susan and kneeled at her feet with her head down.
Susan was wearing a similar Red Cross nurse uniform, except that her gloves were black latex and her boots were black patent leather thigh highs with 6" heels.
(Susan) Kevin I can't tell you how sorry I am. Li was supposed to be adjusted to aggressiveness level 5. She was supposed to be slightly dominant, but gentle. I wanted her to secure you to the table and just tease you a little. Let's see what happened. If you say ANNA STAND DOWN. Li will stop what she's doing.
(Kevin) Why did she then purposely introduce herself as Li?
(Susan) I guess at aggressiveness level 8, her algorithms didn't want to give you any chance of stop what she had planned for you.
Susan pulled out a box. (It was a new micropulse device that she was not supposed to have, because it could turn off all other robots.) She looked at the reading on it and said , S-IT!!
(Susan) Apparently she was adjusted to level 8 accidentally by a new
technician. Thank god she wasn't adjusted to level 9!
Please forgive me!
Susan adjusted a dial on the micropulse device to set Li to level 5.
(Kevin) Susan you've really frightened me.
(Susan) I understand how you might be angry Kevin. I probably should think carefully about what I've done and call you about a week from now to discuss it. Let's go home.
(Susan) "Or" Li and I could conduct a more friendly examination. Afterwards, Li could change into a skimpy dress with the appropriate accessories and you could even give her a solo driving. Of course this will be your last fling with any b-oty other than me. What do you say Kev?
Kevin felt as h---- as s-it and as dumb as dirt. He was no match for Susan's games.
(Kevin) We should finish the examination!
(Susan) ANNA STAND UP.
Susan produced four Q-tips from her nylon apron, wetted two with her sensual red lips and passed the others to Li who did the same.
(Susan) Now Kevin, I always wanted to indulge your love of being tickled. I thought maybe at the same time, you could indulge me by explaining why you never mentioned anything about Dia in our sessions. Remember, trust is important!
Kevin just went with the flow as four Q-tips began to tickle every square inch of him ... thoroughly but not mercilessly.
Later Kevin gave driving lessons to a newly adjusted Li (to aggressiveness level 5). She wore a tight red cocktail dress with matching leather gloves and red patent leather thigh boots, minus the spurs. Kevin explained every car control to her that he knew. It was the same car that Dia had used to kidnap him months before. Li actually had a suprise of her own ... she had a full database of information on the car, but just needed to acclimate her neural network to the new environment by orienting herself spatially to the pedals and controls.
Playing up her lack of driving experience for all it was worth, Li played dumb apolegetically. She seemed to have great difficulty stopping and starting smoothly, practicing in the rear of a shopping center. She even went up on the curb a few times.
Li totally took Kevin by suprise when she suddenly turned out of the shopping center and onto an empty adjoining highway. Kevin stared on dumbly as Li's red patent high heeled boot pinned the accelerator as she sped up the access ramp at 80 mph, downshifted skillfully and then sped around another car before she toned down her stunts. Kevin was about to say something when Li put her index finger to her mouth in the form of a "hush". As Kevin looked on in shock, Li's butter soft red leather glove delicately flicked the "Capture Passenger" joystick without warning and Kevin was completely helpless, locked into his seat. Li gave him a casual but sexy look that clearly said, "Now you belong to me".
(Li) Kevin, as you now know, this car is not for driving lessons but for kidnapping. Also Susan is unaware that I have the discretion to reset my aggresivity level when I am in charge of a "client" outside of the lab. Sorry ...
Kevin had no idea what was going to happen next.
Part 23: KEVIN FINDS HIS "TEMPLE OF THE BOOT"
(Li) I'll offer you a proposition. I want to play a little game. Depending on your honesty, you will receive either pain or pleasure. My depravity neural networks are new. Even though I have an extensive database on being dominant, my neural networks need some "synapse stimulation". Of course you have no choice but to play the game and also, you "will" address me as mistress!
(Kevin to himself) This is getting out of control.
(Kevin) Anna Stand down!
(Li) Sorry Kevin but you're disappointing me. I changed that code earlier
today. By the way, don't Dia and Deja vou both begin with D?
[Dia kidnapped Kevin in this manner in part 2 of this story.]
As Li's patent thigh boot stepped all the way down on a clutch like pedal that enabled the "passenger antipersonnel system" her long kid glove grasped a matching red joystick and pulled...
Kevin quickly became steadily more uncomfortable as his armrests began to cut into his waist.
(Li) I didn't hear you say, "It sounds like a great game, mistress!"
(Kevin) It sounds like a great game mistress!
(Li) We are about to setup a paradigm. In "embarrasing detail", I want you to tell me your most submissive desires in being my boot slave and how these desires make you feel. You don't have much time Slave!
Li's red patent boot crushed down again on the device pedal, making a delicious creaking sound, as her gloved hand lazily snaked it's way toward the joystick that already caused Kevin much pain. As the glove grazed the joystick, Kevin felt the pressure on torso from the arm rests continue to increase.
(Kevin) Mistress, I would like to be any part of the car that responds to your booted commands and whims.
(Li) Not enough detail slave! Also be realistic, I can't drive with your pudgy butt between my boots and the pedals. Perhaps you need more incentive for your creativity!
Li eyes locked onto Kevins with an apparently playful gaze, that was actually deadly serious.
Kevin's eyes went wide as another coordinated boot crush and light finger touch of a dimmer type switch caused a section of his seat to bare pressure against his testes.
(Kevin) Mistress Li, I long to lay on the floor of this car between the bottom of your seat and your exalted boots to show my complete submissiveness and be of any erotic service that I can humbly perform. It is a testament to your complete mastery over me and this powerful vehicle.
(Kevin to himself) I am being sincere, but I'm laying it on a little thick. I hope she has a shovel.
A deep sigh escaped from Li after she let contemplated what was said and let Kevin out of his bondage. Another noise was heard as Kevin watched Li's legs actually grow in front of him as she pulled the whole front seat back, leaving a gap between her boots and the seat.
(Li) Slave, please crawl to within your "temple of the boot" to assume your lowly position. Do not disturb my boots EXCEPT WITH YOUR TONGUE! You shall only respond to them.
Li made some extra room and was still able to drive as Kevin crawled carefully into the space on the floor between the rear of Li's boots and the seat..
Li's left boot sexily brushed against Kevin's face and his lips. Out
of the corner of his eye, he watched Li try to drive as she slipped one
gloved hand under her dress and played with her well formed breasts. He
felt her powerful leg pin him against the floor as Li's hand traveled south
and thrusted deep into her vigina. Every push of her hand caused the rear
of her boot to put pressure on his thigh like a vice. He took this as a
cue to start licking her non driving boot vigoursly with his tongue. As
he watched the other lovely boot control the car from his new vantage point,
he felt Li's whole body begin to heave as her moaning increased. The resting
boot shifted and gently pressed it's heel into his groin, causing intense
pleasure. After Li seemed to reach her robotic climax, she removed her
glove from under her dress and shifted her feet again. Having pleasured
herself , it was now Kevin's turn. Li gently caressed Kevin's erection
with her shoulder length glove through his trousers, while he remained
in "his temple" for the next hour before relieving him at a picnic stop
outside the city. She thanked him for his "company" and drove him home.
Part 24: The Finale
Kevin returned home that night and found Susan waiting for him under the covers wearing a silk Kimono. He confessed how guilty he felt going for a drive with Li. Susan lamented that she nearly forced him to go on his little adventure and that she shouldn't have. She was feeling very down on herself because she could have gotten Kevin hurt, not fully knowing Li's level of autonomy. Also despite her psychological training she was still "just" an android and couldn't even anticipate her own jealously, even though she had skill at diagnosing humans.
Kevin comforted Susan telling her that she was new herself to relationships and that she had taken one of the most difficult steps, admitting that she didn't know something. He encouraged her that her self awareness would grow during their relationship and that her openess would deepen it. She gave him a very affectionate look and said that she might starting to understand the "L" word. Kevin looked a little red and Susan decided to change the subject ...
Kevin felt something brush across gently across his chest and looked under the covers. Susan had clevery hid her hands from him during their conversation and he now saw the long white satin gloves dissappearing under the sleeves of her kimono. Looking further under the covers he saw through the slit of her "evening wear" a pair of white leather thigh boots with a high stacked heel. Susan explained that stiletto heels play havoc with bed sheets and hoped that Kevy was not too disappointed. She explained that she had female sexual needs and could her "man" please "pleasure her with his tongue or hands.
Kevin happily obliged, getting turned on by her moaning and sexual intensity. Seeing that Kevin had some passion left, her affectionate caresses turned more sensual, and thanks to the sampling feedback from all of her android sisters, Susan's soft white satin gloves turned kevin into a mass of molten hormones without even shifting his stick into first gear. Before she took him too far, she explained that since they were "courting" this wasn't the time yet for their consummation and was it ok? Being totally "taken over" by her sensuality, Kevin just smiled thinly and felt a saliva bubble pop from his lips. Susan gave a little chuckle and said that she would take that as a "yes". After a precisely calculated seven more minutes of well placed tickles, strokes and caresses (and a bust [bosom] in the mouth) Kevin was "well spent".
Afterwards, Susan requested that Kevin recount his adventures with Li.
A few weeks later he found his other "Temple of the Boot" with Susan,
servicing her android womanhood in the back of a midnight movie theatre
under her leather trenchcoat with his head locked between her favorite
black stilleto thigh boots.
Susan was nearly naked underneath her trenchcoat, wearing only boots, a garter belt and a smile.
Kevin sometimes pondered his own sanity, having fallen head over heels for a robot. He was somewhat fearful that Susan either overwhelm him with her dominant nature and physical superiority or on the other extreme become too accomodating. In time, she became adept at anticipating his needs both sexually and emotionally and learned how to balance her robotic need to please with the perils of coping with Dia's id processor.
In time, she even partcipated with Kevin in the "intimate" training of new female robots. It was her idea.
After gaining analysis experience and academic accredation, Susan increased her patient load, but has yet to persue the public spotlight.
Last year Susan programmed a few of her synthetic hair fibres to turn
gray to simulate natural aging.