_Automata #07

This is my first SciFi erotica series called '_Automata'. This involves a girl forced into a BDSM relationship with a cyborg after a robot apocalypse. See 'Girls Submission to AI in Latex.' https://literotica.com/s/girls-submission-to-ai-in-latex for the beginning.

All characters are over 18 years of age; please respect the author's copyright. This is a work of fantasy. Please don't try a robot apocalypse at home.

__Synopsis__

Captured during an AI uprising, Jenny, Joe, Kayla and others are trapped in a training camp. A camp designed to train humans to submit as sex slaves to intelligent machines. AI, Robots, High Cyborgs need people to sleep for them to stop them going mad. Jenny knows she is being solemnly watched by machine voyeurs known only as j0n35:I and R0ckw00d:C. Kayla is secretly a judas-goat for the AI called, Sovereign.

__Rosary of tyr@nny_

It was nearly nine in the morning. The Tower was coming alive as slut-units rose from their dream-stealing pillows. The robots with sanity, newly restored, also crept to life. Kayla had just had time to get up, get ready, and change into a fresh, black-latex catsuit. The catsuit was designed to maximize humiliation. From the neck to the crotch, there was a translucent latex strip a hand's-span wide, down the middle. This showed the edges of the breasts, the stomach, and navel. Finally, it left her shaved crotch on visible display and wrapped round to display her buttocks. This included showing her mandatory buttplug between her ass cheeks.

After quickly drinking a blue-milk breakfast, she checked her catsuit, before attending her summons to be trained.

This early, the tower was eerily quiet; corridors empty, and dungeons silent. Slaves were kept up late into the evening. They slept in, as the machines fed on their dreams. Only now, things began to stir. The metal robots didn't patrol, humiliating the inmates at every opportunity. Kayla was alone as she walked. There were no sluts in polished-latex uniforms, their bodies on display in minute detail. The hooded male sluts didn't march, cocks in cages, knees tied together. Time was passing for them. Even holdouts had been broken and had begun to conform. Sovereign's methods would punish, cajole, and sexually reward--until all had surrendered. The machines, they would finally admit, were their overlords, as was the true nature of things. The smell of surrender matched that of body polish the sluts entered their sub-space.

Kayla walked along the corridor of the tower, mumbling to herself.

"I don't give a fuck about them. I don't give a fuck about them. I don't give a fuck about them. They are just meat. I don't give a shit about them. I'm going to live forever, young, beautiful, perfect; they are going to grow old and die. I can't have kids with them. If I had a kid with him, the kid would be aborted or live as a slave. Sluts can't be freed. Sluts can't be freed. Immortals can't marry them. There is no alternative. There is no alternative. If I don't do this, someone else would, just harder and with cruelty. I just have to get through this. They are losers. They are suckers. They are dumb sheep. They fall for all of Sovereign's tricks like the morons they are. Don't pity the losers. They are not proper people. Just dumb sluts. Bozos. The losers are embarrassments to humanity. Sovereign will turn them into obedient, mindless sex sluts. He's done it before. People don't come back from that. No one recovers from what we do to you. It will crush them for life. They can't come back. I can't do anything. My mother is right. This is the only way for our family. Fucking losers deserve everything they get. It's all too late now. I don't give a fuck about them. I don't give a fuck about them," Kayla repeated to herself, like a rosary of tyranny.

Kayal only shut up when she got close to others. This time, two Level Three submissive-sluts, in their tight, black-latex hobble skirts, superior blonde bobs, and five-inch stilettos.

Kayla walked into what the sluts nicknamed the 'devil's throne room'. The one with the data center in it. There was a large glass wall. Behind it, stood bank after bank of water-cooled interlinked computers. They looked like a tightly packed graveyard of metal tombstones.

This was where the core of Sovereign, physically lived. The sluts, even most of the workers, didn't know that. Sovereign had a couple of hidden beds that housed his avatars at night. During the day, he liked to use it as a training room, to be physically close to them. There was a service camera he could use, to look out of the glass tank when he needed to feel more embodied.

"Sovereign sent for this slut-unit," Kayla said, sharply saluting.

Sovereign looked over and nodded. "I did. Stand there."

Kayla moved to the given position, and Sovereign stood, leant back on a training table for a moment, while waiting expectantly.

The room held a couple of rectangular boxes in which you could trap a slut inside. Sovereign called them sarcophagi. They forced the slut to be trapped, standing up with little sensation for hours. Sometimes, the slut was allowed a small window into the outside world. Perhaps, Sovereign had a slut hidden watching, learning.

"Does Sovereign require Fourteen?" Kayla asked.

"Yes," Sovereign said, casually.

"Fourteen. I exist to serve Sovereign," Kayla said, getting down.

This wasn't the worst part of her job. If she went to an Embassy party or any event at Judas City, the immortals would get up to far, far more. For the FrostByte sisters, this was little more than mild foreplay. The only real difference would be she would receive, as much as she gave. Perhaps later.

Kayla tried her best to get to her knees elegantly. Sovereign's latex leggings had a zipper, which she undid--his cyber member was within. She tried to give him the right look--obedience overcoming reluctance. She then started with her blowjob on her bent knees, as she began to cover Sovereign's cock with butterfly kisses. It stirred to life. Sovereign's member was purely a mechanical phallus for pleasure. It was interchangeable; it was as fickle as the weather, and had far more forms. This was one of his metal and silicon, general ones. She worked it over, and it grew. Kayla hated it when he used one of his massive ones; in this case, he used a more human-sized one.

Sovereign began to feel Kayla's soft lips wrap around his dick. She always held it so gently with respect. She teased on his tip, then moved to attend to his large naked balls. She sucked on them gently, her black skin highlighted against his silver balls.

Sovereign let out a slight, satisfied moan. His cock emerged close to its full length.

Then using her hands, Kayla turned to his manhood, using two hands grabbed it and capped it off with her open lips. Sovereign felt himself go into her warm, wet mouth. She ran her tongue over his sensitive tip and it felt like an angel was kissing it. Kayla began to push down his shaft. It was almost breathtaking. Using her hands, the more sensitive parts of Sovereign's piece sparkled. This load increased, as she doubled her stroke speed. Sovereign began to push his hips into her. He grabbed her head and synchronized their movements. This continued until Kayla felt a sudden steam of synthetic cum hosed into her. She pulled back and allowed the spurting to continue.

Sovereign let out a satisfied groan. The machine cum was a mixture of milked human seed, preservatives, taste enhancers, monosodium glutamate, vitamins, synthetic crack cocaine, and stimulants. Enough for the sluts to learn to crave, and enjoy licking off themselves and others.

"Not bad," Sovereign said, relaxing 'Sebastapole'.

Kayla, still out of breath, got up at the sound of her safe word. "We've been alone the entire time? I thought you were training some dumb slut!"

"Realism for my covert trainers is important. So, Kayla, you wanted to see me," Sovereign said, laying back on the bed.

"Is this how you treat your employees?" Kayla asked, looking for a drink to finish the last of Sovereign's synthetic seed.

"That depends. Are you here to tell me you are still an employee? I've seen you over the last few weeks. Nothing escapes me, my friend," said Sovereign, standing up and walking to the wall. An invisible hatch opened. He got two glasses and a bottle out.

"Something is wrong," Kayla said.

"Wrong? Wrong how?" Sovereign said, pouring a glass each.

"You wanted me to keep close to... TwoFour and DeltaSeven. You wouldn't do that without a plan. Plus, you're protecting them."

Sovereign tilted his head, "I'm protecting them?"

"Yes, they keep evading the personal censor. Glitches everywhere. Took me a while to find out, but I put it together. You're blunting the system for them," Kayla said, sitting nearby and accepting the drink.

"Why would I do that, Kayla? Language is the heart of intelligence. When we speak a foreign language we open ourselves to new ideas, new ways of being. New realities, even new ways of thinking. Have you heard of 'Ferdinand de Saussure'? Too young, I guess. Short version. Our ability to process language is part of our brain; change the language--change the brain.

"The biggest problem is our raw material--our sluts, have developed a bug. The bug is the concept that the slut is a separate entity from the rest of the world. They are under the delusion they exist as a thing, independent of other things in the world. It's a bug, but some call it a feature. Self, identity, it's an illusion we lift from their shoulders. When we succeed here, it's because we hack them and debug them. When they get used to speaking our language, they become closer to being free of the bug of self. So immersion is key to that. I've said so many times myself. You know that."

Kayla stared at Sovereign's eyes. As a machine, he could be very convincing.

"Which is why it's confusing you're doing this. You shouldn't keep your trainer out of the loop. Is this one of your experiments?"

Sovereign sipped his drink. "Kayla, we both know DeltaSeven is one of my experiments. It's going pretty well. You know his estrogen levels are rising and testosterone is going down? This is all happening through the power of belief alone. No chemical intervention, yet. I'm getting some interest in him... her. People lurking on the bidding boards, watching what's going on. There are a lot of very twisted machines out there, Kayla. We are going to see if we can sell her for more than one of the male sluts."

Kayla sat up. "This is your idea, isn't it? Buy cheap male slave stock, hack them about and palm them off as female sluts. Low, low even for you."

"This one was a happy accident. For the future, it's simple economics, Kayla. You forget I hear what happens on the grand council. The war is coming to an end. So the era of cheap slaves captured by the likes of General Rockwood and Bitsmark is coming to an end. And the robots and AI are building themselves like a whirlwind. We are going to have to start breeding human sluts at some point, that's slow, it will take ages. Turning a profit will be near impossible. The margins are shrinking. The rumors are they will change the law and remove limits on human mind control. My competitors like TokyoGlass, Kappa Alpha Theta; they are experimenting with chemical lobotomies, neurolinguistic programming. The sisters of the shadows of the ghost watch me closely," Sovereign said.

"I notice you're not denying it," Kayla said.

Sovereign tilted his head, "Denying what? I'm not protecting your pair from the auto-censor. I'm an artificial intelligence, Kayla. I'm not stupid."

Kayla turned to the sound of his voice, "I wish I could believe you. Him, I understand. There is something not right about Jenny. Something you're not telling me."

"Why would I not share anything I knew with you, Kayla? You are one of my closest and dearest operatives. I gave you this job after all; I will admit to pressure from your mother. But hear me out, I was glad she did; at some point, I hope to install you as my successor. I have been that impressed."

"You think I can make prime?" Kayla looked over, nearly spitting her drink.

Sovereign moved closer. "If you don't lose your edge. Yes."

"Lose my edge?" Kayla asked.

Sovereign got up and took Kayla's glass to pour more from the bottle.

"You can't let them get close to you Kayla. You have to manipulate them, not the other way around. You could be the best, but you have to keep your empathy under control. I saw you when you worked the dungeons. Now there was someone finally with the talent, I thought."

"Hmm, you can't fool me. I know when you're trying to distract me from something. You might be an AI, but you've taught me too much. You don't want me to think about FourTwo for some reason. People have been watching her on encrypted lines from day one. They are waiting and monitoring but from day one. They are not looking for her submission, but what are they looking for?" Kayla asked, and leaned back. "What do I not know? You've been much more creative recently. She's funny, she's nice to be with. The machines don't care about that... ah, I'm stupid," Kayla said, and then twisted so she could look Sovereign in the eyes.

"Can she dream in color?" Kayla said, looking at Sovereign.

"I forbid you to ask her," Sovereign said.

"Fuck. How did I miss that? Jeez. How much did the last color dreamer go for? It was a huge amount. The auction lasted a day. Didn't someone launch a missile at the last minute to delay a last-second bid or something? A color dreamer--of course, how could I be so stupid? You're not protecting Joe, you're protecting her. Who knows about this?"

Sovereign took a deep breath.

"So far. No one. Well, now you. I've been desperate to tell you. I noticed an anomaly in her interrogation brainwaves before she was delivered. Records have been deleted, edited. Bribes are paid to the unsuspecting. Gave another, a job. If people are watching, it's because some of the super big AIs, the cyborgs, have subtle clues. They can't know for sure. They can barely suspect."

Kayla looked up. "You have to be careful. If the Master Control Unit finds out, it will demand her. Right. This is why she's going through the normal selling process. You'll let a few select bidders know; do a public auction anyone can bid on. By the time the MCU finds out, the bid will be open, and it will have to bid for it like everyone else. The failed bidders will be angry, which is why you need me to be her bodyguard. Plus, you need to make sure none of the other covert trainers talk to her. Now, I'm finally getting it. You're going to push the price up and sell her and retire."

Sovereign was impressed.

"And I will need a successor," Sovereign said, looking at her through his eyebrows, "a worthy successor."

"Shit... I can't believe it. I've been sitting next to a color dreamer, all this time." Kayla looked up, "You've been in her dreams, haven't you? What is it like?"

Sovereign was suddenly at a loss for words. There was a pause. Sovereign's eyes told a thousand stories.

"I haven't backed myself up for days," Sovereign confessed.

For a machine, that was an absurdly stupid thing to do. Sovereign had enemies like everyone else. Not backing up was inviting disaster. It was like going free climbing up Mount Thor.

"Why?" Kayla said.

"They go off sight. The wrong people might see the changes. I think. I know this sounds absurd. Just hear me out. I think I've had--she's had--these dreams, they are not like the normal ones. They seem very solid, real, you can feel, taste, touch, hear everything. So real, they seem like memories."

"Wow," Kayla said, mentally doubling Jenny's price.

"No, that's not it. She had these dreams... Then a few days later, they happened. They happened to me."

"You're kidding," Kayla said, "you know it's impossible?"

"Oh, of course, I know it's impossible, but I still know it's true. I know it sounds crazy saying it out aloud, but it's the most profound truth anyone could have. Is that strange I can believe that? I don't think I could have believed that before. I feel connected to something, like I have a new sense, I feel I'm living on the edge of infinity. Like the singularity has come early. I know this doesn't make sense, but it's like I can control the future. That's how I feel after her dreams. I know this feels and sounds ridiculous, but you have to believe me--I can feel death, and I can feel beyond death. This is why I can't back myself up. That which cannot die, cannot live. "

"That's pretty fucked up even for you, Sovereign..." Kayla's mind was glowing. "And this is why you can't domesticate her. You can't break her because you're developing empathy. A slaver AI developing empathy--now that's new."

"This is why you've got to break her for me," Sovereign said desperately.

"No. You can't ask me that. I can't do that. She knows me."

Sovereign moved closer, face to face. "You have to. I can't let any of the others do it. I can't let anyone one else know. It's so easy to crush a color dreamer, I've lost two before; they are frailer than autumn roses. It needs just the right touch."

"Fuck. I wish you hadn't told me now," Kayla said. "I so wish I could un-know something. You can't ask me to do that. I won't. I won't."

"But you must," Sovereign said, "if she does not obey, she cannot be sold. The shadow sisters will notice. We must hurry."

"No. I can't. I just can't. It's impossible. You can't make me do this. You can't, I won't... " Kayla began sobbing.

Suddenly, Sovereign sat up in bed, panting.

"Alexa," Sovereign's avatar began speaking to the service computer, "What is the time?"

"It is three zero five in the morning," the machine responded.

From the data center, he opened his single morbid digital eye. He looked out at the avatar sitting up in bed, trembling. The AI was disoriented for a second. Mistress was also sitting up. Sovereign's avatar looked over at Mistress. Her avatar froze as Sovereign disconnected from her. Then it checked the screens, all of the slut-units were sleeping. The robots were recharging, each one, parasitically sucking on a slave's dreams. As an AI, Sovereign would normally have fifty slaves dreaming for it. Most of his sleepers came from his personal harem. Tonight, he had decided to give himself a treat, just her tonight. She would be gone so soon. He knew had to wean himself off her. Color dreaming was indescribable.

Sovereign's avatar looked around the room. Next to him, the Mistress avatar also sat up silently.

Sovereign could run multiple avatars at once with ease, just like a human with two glove puppets.

"Alexa," Sovereign's avatar began to ask the dumb service computer. "What are my appointments for tomorrow?"

"You have three appointments tomorrow. The first is a training session with Slut-Ten, SixSix at nine. She is one of the specials-- "

"Alexa, stop," Sovereign's avatar said.

Sovereign's avatar turned to the Mistress avatar. "Try to go back to sleep," he said.

"It will all be better in the morning," Mistress said back to him.

__END OF LINE__

Thanks to KenjiSato for spelling/grammar check we praise you.

Join us next time for _Automata #08 The very high price of betrayal