BRUTAL BYTES

by Roger Hastings

  Molly’s voice was soft and inviting, no trace of scorn in her tone. “You want to fuck me, don’t you?”

  “Oh, yes, more than anything else in the world.”

  “If I let you, will you still respect me in the morning?” Her giggle accelerated into laughter. I couldn’t help myself, I laughed, too.

  Molly hugged my hips, lightly pecking a kiss on my uplifted cock. She dashed to a cupboard on the far wall, yanked open the door and reached up on her toes to the top shelf. There she took down a white Stetson cowgirl hat and shoved it down on her head. “Hum,” she said as she clambered up on the bench and positioned her pussy above my yearning manhood. “Humping your cock will be even more fun than hurting it.” She lowered her torso down on me, slipping my cock into her hot, juicy sex toy.

  Molly began lifting her hips and slamming back down on me, hooting and hollering, gripping a fold of my belly’s skin and waving her other arm in the air above her. “Ride ‘em cowgirl!” she shrieked. She was such a child in a woman’s body. It amazed me how wild and violently she fucked, swaying her body left and right, nodding and shaking her head, pounding her crotch against my hips with a speed and ferocity I had never experienced before. She alternated between biting her lower lip and quick gasps for air, her eyes opened wide, glazed over with a touch of lunacy, staring down at my captive body in some awestruck sexual madness. We moaned and cried out in mutual orgasms—this was like some weird and wonderful dream. I don’t remember how many times Molly made me cum.

  Out in the corridor, from other cells located along its dark, endless length, I could hear the other men and girls enduring their turn being strapped down tormented. The shrieks of anguish were mixed with the cries of orgasm, and I couldn’t tell which were which.

  Those strange, tantalizing thoughts began spinning in my mind for the hundredth time since Big Dick enslaved us. Maybe Big Dick was right! Maybe in his sexually obsessive, perverted mind, he discovered what we humans rarely realize. Only by being enslaved and persuaded by force can we understand. Maybe nature formed our bodies and minds so we are happiest when we are captive, kept like caged animals, naked, abused, and forced to fuck every day and night. The scientist in me tried to make sense of this. Our physical bodies outweigh our brains by fifty-five times. Even then, the animal, sensual, feeling parts of our brains take up most of our skulls, and trigger enzymes that dominate our rational mind. Perhaps our intelligence is just to provide us with the cunning to enslave, abuse, and fuck each other in bondage. It sounded like twisted logic, but we were certainly proving it true.

  I wonder how many people in the boring, everyday world yearn for a life of wanton carnality and dream about experiencing the thrills and spine-chilling anxiety of naked captivity. It’s such a tragedy when they can’t find each other; when they are too inhibited and embarrassed to reveal their carnal dreams and longings to each other. Here in Big Dick’s sex-prison, perhaps we are more free, even happier than those people who think their personal freedom is most important, but cannot figure out why they are so frustrated and unhappy. Perhaps.

  Chapter Ten

  Fuckbot Fun

  “I want you to watch what my newest invention does to girls, M-0001,” Big Dick said. “That’s why I brought you here to my new building.”

  “So, where am I? What are you going to do?” I was strapped to a vertical framework, shaped like a giant “X”. The framework held my body up, a few feet higher than if I was standing on the floor, with my now-limp cock dangling free in the air, so terribly unprotected and vulnerable. On the stone floor in front of me was a low, square bench with cuffs secured to the four corners, each with a few links of chain.

  My arms and legs were spread-eagled at 90 degrees from each other, tightly secured by straps around my wrists, elbows, belly, knees and ankles. “I guess you won’t be wanting me to take a stroll.”

  “Good, M-0001! You’re beginning to see the humor in all my amusements. I do believe we will become friends again. I want you to enjoy this new game as much as I will, so I’ve arranged a special treat for you.”

  “Vicky!” I cried out in joy and relief, seeing the one woman I cared about the most. She walked toward me with short mincing steps, her hands cuffed in front of her by a short chain, and her ankles hobbled by another short chain. A gleaming metal discipline robot followed behind her in silent menace.

  She smiled, overjoyed to see I was still alive. A pattern of crimson stripes covered her breasts, belly and thighs.

  “Vicky, what have they done to you?”

  She glanced at my body’s fresh collection of bruises and welts. “Oh, Steve, they’ve been whipping you, too!” Her cuffed hands went to her mouth in anguish.

  “I’m okay, I guess.” I scowled at the glowing green eye watching us. It seemed to me that Big Dick doesn’t want any of us permanently injured. He just needs us to perform in his sex-circus so he can enjoy his electronic orgasms.

  She pressed her naked body against mine, her tear-streaked face caressing my chest. “Oh, Steve, I’ve been so worried about you.”

  “Oh, Vic, how I wish we could wake up together in the morning, and I could take you in my arms and tell you that all this was just a horrible nightmare.”

  Big Dick interrupted our reunion. “Take his cock in your hands, F-1036. Caress his cock and knead his balls. I want to watch you stimulate him to full erection.”

  A voyeur robot rolled up beside us and extended its gooseneck-mounted pair of eyes until they hovered less than a foot from my cock. Vicky glanced at the robot, fear and resentment of being watched in her eyes. “Yes, Master Dick.”

  “Oh-h-h-h!” I gasped, my body overjoyed with the bliss of feeling her fingers loving my conspicuous manhood.

  “That’s good! That’s good!” Big Dick’s voice was tense with arousal. “Keep fondling his genitals. I feel your fingers on his cock. That’s the way!”

  “Damn it,” Vicky whispered. “I hate it when he’s inside my head. It gives me the creeps to feel his perverted electronic tentacles squirming inside my body, like he’s fingering my genitals with that computer chip he grafted into my skull.”

  I closed my eyes and moaned. “Oh, all I can feel is your superb hands loving me.”

  “She’s right, M-0001, I am inside your body, and I am feeling your cock quiver and swell up. You should feel honored that I chose you and Vicky to gratify me during this great occasion.”

  My eyes sprang open and I looked at the voyeur robot. “What great occasion?”

  “Oh, I forgot to tell you. Not everyone here in my sex-prison appreciates me the way you do. Some of the young college girls have been most troublesome for me; so pretty, sexy and so delicious for fucking. But the proud, self-righteous snooty ones are stubborn, prudish and defiant, refusing to go to the male prison to fuck. They curse the males I send to the female prison to fuck them. They spoil my fun, struggling and thrashing around so much to preserve what they so foolishly call their ‘purity’. I had to create a special team of terrifying robots to train them to obey me.”

  “What kind of robots?”

  “I searched through your human data files to discover what thing and shape was most terrifying to young girls. I was successful in finding a truly frightening design, and had my factory robots manufacture this model. Let me introduce my newest helper.”

  A dark, sinister shape crawled out from a shadowy opening at the bottom of the far wall. At first, in the dimly-lit shadowy corner its form was uncertain, only a black, four-foot-high machine creeping toward me with hesitant, jerky movements. When it emerged into the sparse light Vicky shrieked in terror, and even I gasped and jerked at my binding straps.

  Its watermelon-sized, egg-shaped body looked as if it was covered with black, spiky fur. There was a cluster of four pairs of glowing green eyes arranged around the front of the oval body, and eight spindly black legs sprouting from its top center. The legs moved individually, one at a time, clacking on the stone floor
with the jerky, deliberate gait mocking some hideous spider on steroids.

  Big Dick laughed at our reaction. “Scares you, doesn’t it? I designed its appearance and scuttling movements to terrify the girls. I really liked the monster spiders I saw in one of your library’s old, black and white horror movie video. They were the inspiration for this robot, and his many brothers. Oh, yes, he is male. I’m going to prove that with your beautiful lovemate, F-1036. My discipline robot will prepare her for the demonstration.”

  The discipline robot lurched forward and gripped Vicky’s upper arms.

  “No! No!” she screamed. She pressed her body against mine with all her strength. She looked up at my face with her lower lip trembling and tears flowing from her eyes. “Please, Steve, don’t let that horrid thing touch me again!”

  Vicky screamed as the robot dragged her back and forced her struggling body down on the low, square bench so she lay sideways to me, face up. He unlocked the chains and cuffs on her arms and legs, stretched them out spread-eagled, then locked her wrists and ankles in metal cuffs attached to ringbolts in the low bench.

  Big Dick laughed at Vicky’s panic as the robot secured her struggling body.

  “I’m very proud of these breeding robots. I named them ‘fuckbots’—short for fucking robots. Each one is equipped with a perfectly male-shaped, but resplendently long and oversized mechanical penis made of realistic-feeling soft plastic; some pink, some black to represent your dark-skinned members of humanity. They are identical in shape and function to a human male’s penis, except for their larger size. As you can plainly see, they’re mounted on the lower front of the robot. They have a wide range of vigorous movements and speeds. I’ll have this one demonstrate his effectiveness on the defiant girl chained down on the mating frame in front of you.”

  The fuckbot halted between me and Vicky and hesitated, facing me and tilting up so I could see its sinister penis. Vicky stared in terror at the artificial cock that would soon force its way into her defenseless pussy. Her arms and legs strained and tugged unsuccessfully at the chains binding her in position.

  Tears ran down her cheeks as she stared at the monster robot, its oversized penis already dripping its disgusting fluid, and ready to invade her exposed and vulnerable pussy.

  I shook my head and pleaded with Big Dick. “No, please don’t traumatize this young girl with your cruel machines. Isn’t it enough for your amusement that you shame her and force her to perform bondage sex with an endless supply of strange males?”

  “Ah, my good friend, M-0001, but what about the girls who refuse to fuck the men I send them too. Even my discipline robots failed to break their resistance with punishment. After studying Doctor Durant’s psychology data, I discovered that fear is the most powerful tool to control humans. I look forward to watching the females’ panic when they are strapped into one of my mating frames with legs forced wide apart, and they see this spider robot skittering into their cell with that oversize penis’ slit dripping its smelly, creamy goo and aimed directly at her pussy. I wish you could be there to hear their frantic screams and watch the hysterical struggling against the straps immobilizing their helpless bodies!”

  “You’re going to drive us all insane with your hideous creations!” I was desperate to keep Big Dick talking instead of forcing his fuckbot’s hideous cock onto Vicky.

  “Oh, there’s even worse to come,” Big Dick said with glee in his voice. “My factory is designing and assembling new robots whose function is to terrify and play violent games with you. They will increase my amusement and I’ll soon put them into action to frighten you all for my gratification. In a little while you will encounter them unexpectedly. They will surprise and panic you, and you will do all you can to escape as they chase you through extensive, complicated, dark underground mazes I have constructed. I can already imagine you running in horror, your hearts pounding and your breath gasping.

  “My factory robots are building large CAGES; I will put girls in them with my new robots and force you to watch.” Big Dick laughed, “Even the men will fear my fuckbots. Maybe I’ll have you males strapped down, bent over a frame with your wrists bound to your ankles. Then my fuckbots can penetrate your asses.”

  “You’ll end up killing us all, you stupid electronic monster! Then there will be none of us left to entertain you!”

  “Dying is the only thing you don’t have to fear. My medical robots are programmed with all of Dr. Durant’s medical data. They are monitoring your health and endurance twenty-four hours every day. They read your bodies’ condition through the chips I imbedded in the back of your heads. I won’t exceed your ability to survive. I need you all healthy and strong to perform for me.”

  “What if we die of fright or despair?”

  “You probably won’t believe me, but I do care about not harming you beyond repair.”

  “You’re going to make a mistake, Big Dick. You said yourself you are not human. Your silicon chips will never be a match for our biological brains. You’ll never understand us humans well enough to accurately predict that we will survive your cruel games. The world outside will discover what you are doing, and fry you to ashes.”

  “I doubt the leaders of the world will ever know, or even care about what I’m doing. They only care about their own lives, and staying in power. Besides, they wouldn’t dare harm me. I have 2,945 human hostages, and plans to capture hundreds more and bring them here. The world’s leaders will leave me alone to enjoy forcing all of you to amuse me. They will learn you are my hostages, and will not want me to destroy all of you.” Big Dick exhaled a long, exaggerated yawn. “I think the people of the world have already forgotten about you. They’re too selfish, greedy and full of themselves to have any concern for your comfort and safety. As far as they are concerned, you captive humans no longer exist.”

  Big Dick brought my attention back to his robot’s sexual potential. “The fuckbot’s generously proportioned penis is warmed by a heating coil inside, to any temperature. And if I choose, hot enough to be a dreadfully uncomfortable experience for the female. Oh don’t look at me like that; I make very sure it’s not so hot it would damage her precious pussy. What really makes it interesting is the tubing inside that goes from the slit at the tip of the penis into the robot’s body where it connects to a pressurized container of liquid that mimics male cum. The robot has a sensor in the head of its penis. When it detects the female’s orgasm, it sends a command to a pulsating pump that shoots the liquid out the tip of the penis in a ferocious series of squirts. They’re just like a male human cumming—except my robots can squirt almost a hundred times before running out of cum, and they never get too weary to reload and continue.

  “I won’t tell you what the liquid is—the formula is my own private recipe. But I can assure you, when the female’s pussy feels the liquid’s nasty stinging, it produces a frantically wild reaction from her—her love muscle goes into involuntary, spasming convulsions—quite entertaining for me.”

  “You goddamn twisted monster! That’s inhuman cruelty!”

  “But I’m not human, M-0001! So I can do things to you humans that you could never bring yourself to do.” His synthetic laugh grated in my ears.

  “The liquid doesn’t harm the female, just teaches her a severe lesson—fuck a male at my command, or be fucked by my robots! The robot douches her with an antidote after the female has a suitable length of time to reconsider her resistance to my commands.”

  “That’s horrible! How could such a barbaric act possibly improve our sexual functioning for you?”

  “It is very effective in getting the female’s obedience. The next time I command the female to fuck a male, she is more than willing to mate with anyone I choose, to avoid being sent to this fucking chamber for another lover’s tryst with these robots.”

  “You’re insane! You’ve gone completely crazy. It’s—It’s...”

  “Inhuman? Of course it is—because I am a machine with an e
lectronic mind!” His glee sounded through the echoing chamber. “Always keep that in mind, M-0001. You can’t predict my behavior, or outsmart me. I am superior to humans in every way.”

  “Famous last words,” I muttered.

  “Well, I’ve wasted too much time bragging to you already. Let’s watch my fuckbot in action and enjoy how the female responds.”

  The fuckbot’s eight legs shifted, the triple-jointed legs lifting and swinging a few inches forward and sideways, one at a time. It crawled up onto the bench and maneuvered between Vicky’s widespread thighs until its penis was aimed at her defenseless pussy. She screamed again, her tear-rimmed emerald green eyes wide and staring at that oversized imitation male organ.

  Slowly, inch by inch, it advanced, its whirring and humming mechanism extending and lowering that menacing penis. Pre-cum lubricating fluid dripped from the slit. Vicky squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head violently. When the penis kissed the lips of her pussy, she went rigid, flinging her head back with her mouth open in a silent scream, struggling against the unyielding chains.

  The fuckbot wiped the creamy tip across her pussy lips, lubricating them to ease its entry as its penis slowly moved forward, forcing the love-lips apart.

  “YUNFH! YUNFH!” Vicky jerked and strained against the framework holding her. The penis stretched the lips and walls of her pussy, forcing it to comply with its oversize shape, burrowing deep inside. It didn’t halt until eight inches of its length was forced into her niche of Venus. Then the Fuckbot paused, testing Vicky’s reaction as it injected a dribble of the irritating fluid into her.

  Vicky bit her lower lip and shook her head violently. “YOWH! UNGH! UFF! UFF!” Her head jerked up and forward; her terrified eyes stared in shock at the fuckbot. Her straining thighs shuddered and her fingers and toes splayed out in a spasm of surprise and anguish.