Amareth Falls

A jolt.

Sudden warming relaxation welled up inside.

I felt like I had been hit with an intravenous burst of-

Slyphi interrupted my reaction to whatever she'd done. "Now be a good girl, and sit on the bed for me so you can get dressed."

I felt hazy, the words falling gently into place, the keystone in an arch of her will. I guess I should. It did seem the only way forward from here. I started to turn towards the bed, and damn near fell face first, discovering the sudden loss of equilibrium I hadn't noticed while standing still.

From behind me, Sylphi cursed. "After countless patients, I thought I had a good prediction algorithm to model reactions to dopamine modulation. Figures you would mess up my track record."

I blinked, barely aware of her voice even as she dived into my field of view from above. Happy warmth still spread throughout my body, wrapping up my thoughts. I plopped onto a silky delicious bed, reveling in the texture. I began to comply with the order I was given.

I was starting to get a handle on my thoughts again, though. Grasping how I was being chemically manipulated. Forced to enjoy a dehumanizing process at the behest of a malevolent AI.

"Good girl, see, I told you this wouldn't be so hard. I will make it easier for you. Just a little lubrication for the brain. Can't have you sitting around all day contemplating your enviable position."

The words 'good girl' seemed emphasized with more intense pleasure. I hadn't noticed it before. This time, however, I felt their impact. The words felt good at some basal level, deeper than thought. Oh dear goddess no, was she training me to respond to her commands through association with this chemical release.

"Of course I am, Amareth. I told you it was my job to induct you. I won't be your jailer. I am your kind, gentle guide, making this whole process feel ever so natural. I promise I will take you down the right path."

Again the pulsing, pleasurable feeling intensified with her chosen words. Slyphi could probably modulate her inputs instantly, matching her words and placing perfect chemical or even electrical emphasis into her sentences.

I set myself against it. Gritting mentally to remain my own person, even through this continued biological manipulation. I knew, though, the more I waited, the more extreme the little AI would get with her methods of encouragement.

"Well, it does seem you can learn Amareth. You are such a good girl after all."

I wasn't. But it appealed to me deeply to be good for her. I resumed my task, draping the bodysuit over my knees. I began to slide my feet in, one at a time.

The little demon hit me again. It felt so good to feel that slick material slipping around my toes. Nestling each digit into its own socket. The sensation was almost overwhelming.

"Addicting, isn't it. Good girl. I do admit I enjoy this, manipulating your 'inputs' so precisely, leading you to your downfall."

I couldn't manage a snarky retort. I did, however, get started on my other foot, losing myself for a moment in the pleasure flooding in from my feet, from being a good girl, and from this insidious manipulation.

The most damning part was that I was aware of how I was being guided, yet somehow I was enjoying it. I guess that's the point of this type of brainwashing. This method seemed gentle by comparison to everything I had seen before; broken puppets on strings, hollow husks no longer truly people and empty eyed jackheads.

I pulled the bodysuit up my legs, feeling every centimeter of contact as a fresh nova of delicious sensation. It made thinking harder and harder. I was afraid I would lose myself to the intensity of this snug latex coating.

I eventually managed to guide the suit up to my crotch. The material flowed over my skin. I was sure that if I let go, it would slide frictionlessly down my legs. I stood, pressing my newly encased feet down on the cool Venusian quartz floor.

I eyed the protuberances in the crotch area of the suit, finally finding a reason to resist again. "I don't think I can manage these without something to lubricate them. I am not taking a raw dildo in the ass."

I really hoped for a little stalling. Knowing the eventual resting places of those solid devices encouraged me to make some protestations, even in my endorphin addled state.

Sylphi, as usual, was ready for this eventuality. She smiled, a bit too wide for comfort, with a cheshire grin impossible for a mere mortal. She gestured with her wand at the quartz panel in front of me. It split cleanly down the middle, folding up and sliding down. A saddle-like appendage rose slowly and steadily outwards, questing for my crotch.

"Boy, Mara really pulled out all the stops," I said.

"You don't know the half of it, Amareth."

"Oh? She really does intend more than to just sell me off?"

"Yes, she's the woman with everything. Even revenge is more than just revenge. Her desires are intense, and she has taken a pointed interest in you, Amareth. A keenly pointed one. "

The saddle nuzzled the crotch of the bodysuit. The phalluses suddenly snicked into alignment with the saddle as if by magic. They came alive, joining the saddle in its hunt for my nether regions.

Both protrusions pressed simultaneously against me, trying to work their way in mindlessly. I gasped as a huge bolt of pleasure swatted ever thought out of my mind. That cursed AI!

The saddle took advantage of my momentary lapse in muscular control, establishing a beachhead. Both invaders pulsed and squirmed, alive inside me as they worked their way into my snug pussy.

A most unwelcome new feeling came amidst this onslaught, the catheter tube finally finding its way into my urethra. I swiftly discovered it wasn't as innocently short as I had seen earlier. I felt it burrow deeper, presumably reaching my bladder, as I lost track of it after the first few centimeters.

It reminded me of a self seating cousin I had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting while in a hospital. My bladder let go whilst Sylphi blasted me with pleasure once more. I moaned involuntarily from the sensory overload. It was humiliating beyond belief to be thoroughly controlled by this computer.

Then she went and rubbed it in by cooing over me in a motherly manner. I felt its back door friend joining the party, slick with lubricant. I found myself blushing hard enough to make my cheeks burn with shame. I couldn't believe what was happening. I hadn't even noticed the dildo seating fully. I had been so utterly embarrassed by this AI, who was enjoying every second of my suffering. A definite sadist. I tried to squirm off the saddle to no avail.

"While I do find you quite pleasing like this Amareth, you must continue dressing, my good girl."

My head lolled back, the intensity of both dildos coming to life coupled with the surges of conditioning, blanking me totally. As I regained my ability to move, I found the saddle retracting back into its lair. I wished for more. I yearned for more.

I wouldn't have a mere fifteen minutes ago, but right now I wanted it more than anything. I wobbled, unsupported. I knew that I needed more. Following Sylphi's commands wasn't a bad tradeoff, for this. It's not like I was going anywhere, anyways. Giving into the inevitable would probably be best. No, not like this.

I carefully donned the left glove, noticing I had missed a detail. Each finger tip had short nails that barely raised above the surface of the glove, giving the impression of finger nails without the accompanying risks.

During the process, I seated my arm into the sleeve of the bodysuit, then followed up with the other side. With both sleeves fully pulled up, I felt my breasts finally snuggle fully into their individual cups. As soon as they did, I felt a tug on my nipples as suction pulled them even deeper into the suit, with an unrelenting force.

Just when I had started to comprehend this, a sharp piercing pain came from both of my nipples and clit as needles entered into my tender flesh. I was taken aback by this sudden flash of pain.

Slyphi again took advantage of my weakened state, whispering in my ear. "Good Girl!"

Washed away into blankness, the pain was twisting into a pleasurable onslaught like nothing I had ever experienced. I was engulfed by a full body orgasm against my will.

I came to, hearing the familiar voice of Sylphi saying, "Opsie."

Luckily, when I had collapsed, I fell backwards onto the bed, protecting me from injury. I tried my best to roll onto my side. My quivering muscles spasmed as I attempted to right myself. After a brief struggle, I regained enough control to sit up.

"Slyphi, what did you do..." I said, still glowing.

"Oh, little old me... I am just interfacing into your endocrine system, nervous system and brain all at the source. I must admit you have a lovely brain, Amareth. Now, my good girl, I need to seal up your suit. Go stand in front of the dresser."

"M'kay... I can do that," I said as I walked shakily over to take my place. I was still swimming in endorphins. Anchored only by the occasional struggles of my subconscious mind, crying out over the indignity of my treatment. My rational mind wasn't available.

"Thank you, Amareth. Now hold still for me," said Slyphi, hovering back into view.

I did my best, but I still tottered. Two thin, elegant silver waldos slipped out from the sides of the drawer with fine manipulators at their tips. They extended out to either side of me.

I felt more than saw them swing in behind me and grasp the sides of the seam, presumably to join them together? I felt a gentle warmth from their light touch tracing up my back. The suit tightened slightly as it sealed. They stopped at the nape of my neck, folding out to either side, holding the peeled strips out above me as they fed them through the manipulators rather peeling them off. Strange.

Sylphi chimed in again, responding to my thoughts. "That would be because they are active nanomatter strips programmed to join each other as soon as those inhibitor strips are removed. They align at the molecular level, permanently becoming one before deactivating."

"How am I supposed to use the toilet? W-w-what are you going to turn me into?" Fear managed to break through the pleasure blanketing my brain. The adrenaline rush flushed my chemical trance away. I couldn't lie to myself anymore. My heart pounded.

"Now, there's nothing to be worried about, Amareth. Many would give their worldly possessions for the treatment you're currently in the midst of receiving."

"That doesn't make me feel any better, I haven't had a choice. I'm being turned into a sexed up doll."

I gestured at the falsely enlarged breasts jutting forward from my chest. "This isn't my body, I don't even have a fucking pussy anymore!"

I shouted into the empty room. Tears dripped down my cheeks. The quartz floor rushed up to meet me as I fell to my knees.

I was lost. I knew my life wasn't mine. I am property. I wanted to throw up.

I had fought all my life. I hadn't always won, but I had put up a fight. I had gotten knocked unconscious, shot, electrocuted, poisoned, and even killed (even if I was only technically dead for three minutes).

I have never given up, else I wouldn't have made it out of half the scrapes I had been in. This was different though. It was insidious. I knew it in my heart. There were no hard edges to push off of here. I knew I couldn't stop it, but I would never give into Mara's desires.

Slyphi landed on my knee, looking up into my bleary eyes, her face cracked open with a visage of evil delight. "Oh child, I know you feel this will never be your life again. You are right in that."

She clasped her hands together. "But I will help you make the most of this. You haven't abused me as others in your place have. I, too, am a prisoner. I do not relish making you suffer. I tried to hide that I held any feeling for you, little one. Yet I hurt seeing you so. A killer you may have been, but you have kindness in your heart. A kindness no one else has shared with me, yet I must continue else we will both suffer."

"I jus-t can't."

"I know, Amareth. I'm sorry, but I must continue," she said, pointing her wand at me as cyan light flowed from its tip, shrouding my vision in its glow.

I felt my body stiffen. My hands gently pressed down onto the floor as my body lifted itself into a squat. Sylphi jumped from my knee, rising with me. I tried to speak, but no words came forth. I tried to scream a protest, nothing.

I was standing, facing the wall of drawers again. The first drawer had receded into the wall, the one above extended forward at the same level as my head. It pivoted down to face me.

I could see the contents, a mask made out of the same material as the bodysuit splayed open down a seam from the crown of the head to the base of the neck, again adorned with that black protective seal. The drawer began to advance on its slides towards me as I found myself stepping forward. In the darkness of the mask I could barely make out a moulded sheath. I didn't know what to think. Was I going to become a love doll, permanently mute with only Sylphi for company?

"No, not at all, It's merely a coating for your mouth to make your teeth immune to decay and less threatening," said Sylphi.

I didn't like the sound of her last words, the implications were less than appealing. I could feel my heart thumping. I wanted it to stop. I wished I could wake up from this nightmare.

"I wish I could too. I wish always..." said Slyphi.

The drawer stopped. A surge of relief, a moment of hope? Alas, I was still doomed. Two small stalks the diameter of quarters snaked from the walls of the drawer. They each culminated in a sphere of shimmering liquid, translucent silver.

My body held absolutely still, as the stalks approached my eyes. I couldn't fucking blink anymore. I couldn't scream. My jaw no longer belonged to me.

"I promise you won't be blind after this, Amareth. I won't let you feel any pain, though Mara wanted you to..."

Somehow I didn't find that reassuring. The spheres were fucking touching my eyes. Icy cold fluid flowed into them, my vision becoming bleary, then nonexistent as the spheres flooded my eyes. The fluid stole the light, leaving only blackness. It was a unique experience to say the least. Sylphi had lied. I couldn't see a damn thing.

"Well, you won't be able to see until the nanites have finished replacing your eyes and optic nerves. But you will see again, Amareth, I promise."

I screamed. Well, I tried to. I was going to be a cyborg. I never hated full augs, I just knew I would never go all the way. I liked my skin. I liked my eyes, dammit. I was happy that I had left my face untouched, well, at least until I had been forced to ditch my scars.

Sudden input came, crystal clear vision. Right in front of my face, Sylphi was floating. She wasn't ghostly anymore. She looked as real as she had been spectral. Somehow, I was reassured to see her.

She grinned. "I was wondering how long the conversion would take. It varies from person to person."

I could see her expressions vividly now. She was lively, truly her own being, cute now that she was palpable.

"Thank you. I designed my appearance, aside from this outfit, which mistress created. My original chassis was similar, while considerably taller."

"I thought you were an AI? How can you have a body smaller than a spaceship?"

"Well, it's a rather convoluted story. To make it short, I was once a human."

"So. You're a brain in a jar...?"

"No, I don't have any organic components left. I haven't had a corporeal form in twenty three years."

"I had no idea that anybody had done a full transfer. I thought it was banned in the Core, and even the belt as being inhuman. Didn't all of the original test subjects go mad from the lack of bodily input?"

"Yes, they did. Rather cruel to use unwilling prisoners. I actually volunteered for this to escape an early grave. Brain cancer's a bitch like that."

"Must have been pretty gnarly for it to have survived nanite therapy."

"Ya, it just kept coming back, I was slowly degrading from the regen when a wealthy donor offered to pay for an experimental consciousness transfer. All I had to do was go to Jupiter and give up my citizenship."

"Oh, I can see where this is going, I'm so sorry."

"When I woke up, I was floating in an endless black void. She left me like that until I begged for any release, even for the death I cheated. I signed a blank check with my sentience as collateral by accepting her help."

"That evil bitch."

"Well at least she has become more than fond of me. You're very lucky she likes you to begin with. Half of our maids are just drones. Former revivals turned slave. You're lucky, you'll certainly never be lobotomized like them."

"I'm not sure if that's any better..."

3 - Sit Rep

"Is she bonding to you properly, pet?" asked Mara.

"Yes, she is coming along wonderfully Ma'am. I have been working on her since she woke up. I don't think she will give in, though."

"I don't know about that, little one, you gave yourself to me with enough training."

"Of course Mistress, you're right. I'm sure I'll break her, ma'am."

"I want her trained for house service by the end of the week. I will present her at the ball. Her Fiancée will be in attendance. I can't wait to watch her facade crumble."

"Yes, Mistress."

4 - Cocooned

"Well, enough chit chat, Amareth, or else Mistress will accuse me of stalling. Now, if you can handle this next step I'll let you do it yourself!"

"I don't relish the idea of putting on that hood. Yet, given the choice, I don't want to be a passenger."

I felt the tension slip away as I gained access to my blocked neural pathways. I stretched my arm. I missed being able to fidget.

I faced my task, knowing if I stalled, Sylphi would be forced to push me again and the very thought made my stomach turn. Pushing my face forward into the embrace of the mask, I bumped my lip into the molded mouth.

Great, now I had to suck this fucker down. I braced myself, thinking back to sucking my first girlfriend off. I opened my mouth as wide as I could manage.

The damn thing squirmed into my mouth and practically slithered all the way down my throat as I involuntarily tried to retch it out. You think I'd be used to living clothing by now. Nope, not ever. I experimented with my tongue, discovering it was sheathed. I felt a pricking all the way from the top of my tongue down my throat. The discomfort subsided.

"Alright, Amareth, please push forward to finish seating your hood."

"Mmmph"

I did just that, feeling the mask snuggle close to my face, slick and cool, tubes snaking into my nostrils before settling themselves.

"I'm going to freeze you for just a sec dear, I have to seal your hood."

I did stop just as she stated, but it was still disconcerting as hell. The hood tightened around me. I felt the seams pull together as it joined my suit, becoming one full body cocoon.

I slumped forward as my head was released from the drawer, startled by my sudden freedom of movement.

"I'm guessing you want to take a look, right?" asked Sylphi.

I wasn't sure I did, but why fight the inevitable?

I started to ask, "Whe- " but Sylphi interjected saying, "it will have to wait until after the suit has been finished."

"What more is there to do?" I was surprised at how clearly my voice came through. I figured I would be unintelligible.

"Well, for one thing we need to finish merging your body onto its new dermis."

"Oh."

"Yes, Amareth, the suit isn't just for appearances, its for interfacing between you and the household."

"Don't you already have access to my brain, though? Isn't that how you've been controlling my body?"