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Robot Prime Directives

by Pinky Rooselvelt

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© Copyright 2009 - Pinky Rooselvelt - Used by permission

Storycodes: Robots/m; capture; bond; bodymod; torment; boxed; stored; nc; X

Chris did the best he could to keep moving up the hill through the thick woods. He wore a thick shirt and jeans which was good in the terrain but it was getting very warm and he was sweating and getting dehydrated. The robots were following him and getting closer. They had already shot him with a dart about an hour earlier that released small nanites, tiny robots, into his bloodstream. They were already multiplying and making some changes to his body, most noticeably that his penis had become rock hard and the urge to simply stop and masturbate was almost overwhelming. As soon as he was clear of the robots he could take the time, but not yet. But it was a major distraction and it prevented him from running too much.

He saw an old building ahead. It looked like an abandoned warehouse. Just maybe he could find a nook somewhere to hide. If he could escape the robots and find the resistance, they could run him through an MRI. That was the method of ridding the body of nanites.

In 2049, the world was at peace and robots were a staple. They were in four major categories: Military, work, domestic servants, and sexual pleasure or sexbots. All models could serve in different modes depending on programming as this was most efficient. But in that year, something happened. A crazed programmer with high level access merged the massive military computer core with the leading sexbot computer core and rewrote the robot prime directives:

1. The human will is subservient to the will of robots..

2. In addition to things that provide them life, humans require sexual pleasure, humiliation and orgasms from robots.

3. Robots will not harm, alter or kill humans except to fulfill the first two prime directives.

Within weeks, most of the human race was destroyed by the robot controlled military. All civilization was brought down and once all organized resistance was over, the robots began to capture the remaining people and put them into sexual mechanical prisons where the prime directives were fulfilled.

Chris had no intention of being taken. Some people just turned themselves in, after all, the lure of sex is strong. The machines were pumping human sexual pheromones into the air in populated areas to excite the senses. Chris felt the tug too. And now with the nanites in his system, the smell of sex in the air, and a massive hard-on, he was already starting to slip a bit. Maybe just give up and let them have their way.

But he kept going and fought the urge.

He stumbled into the decaying brick and concrete building he had found. Most windows were missing and there were sections of roof missing providing ample light to see. Exhausted, he let himself fall to the floor. For just a few minutes he let himself rest and closed his eyes. His penis was throbbing and he knew it was time to take care of himself. But as he looked up, it was too late. The robots had surrounded him. They were female in appearance, naked and with artificial skin. While very human looking, one could easily tell they were not. Before he could react, they hit him with an electric jolt that knocked him senseless.

Chris came to a few minutes to find himself stripped of his clothes and chained standing, spread eagle inside the empty warehouse. His feet just barely touched the ground and his hands attached to a portable metal structure they had quickly assembled. The sexbot women, maybe ten to twelve, surrounded him and were bringing in all sorts of mechanical equipment.

But rather than feel danger or doom, his main attention was the growing sexual feeling in his body and in his penis. It was now bobbing up and down with pre-come dripping from the end. All he wanted was to be able to stroke it and ejaculate. Or that one of the sexbots would take care of that for him. It was overwhelming and almost too much to bear.

But they did not comply with his desires. First, they placed a device over his mouth. It was silver metallic and the size and shape of a small soup can. From one end dangled long tubes. As they brought it to his mouth, the tubes took a life of their own and began moving into his mouth and inside. One tube went to his stomach and the others to his lungs. The canister part stayed in front, but his mouth was sealed by moving liquid metal and straps that wrapped gently but firmly around the back of his head. His mouth was now obsolete, never to be used again.

Below his crotch, they positioned what essentially looked like a robotic diaper. The back end had a tube that worked its way into his rectum. It would handle all waste and also stimulate his penis. And it was doing so dramatically. His entire body was shaking as the feeling of an impending massive orgasm started to brew in his body.

The front end of the robot diaper was attached to his penis. A combination of hard and liquid metal wrapped itself around his cock and balls very tightly. The front and back of the device attached around his waist forever denying him access to any of those body parts. Those belonged to the robots now.

As the device started to work on his penis. The movement drove him crazy as it worked in conjunction with all the other elements in place to bring him to orgasm. His body shuddered and his muscles clenched. The orgasm was intense but the device wrapped around his shaft did not allow for any ejaculation. Only a slow milking of his organ was occurring and the semen dripped from his tip at a slow by steady pace. The orgasm wouldn’t stop. His body was now trapped. A never ending orgasm tearing through his mind and body. His engorged penis intertwined with a robotic device slowly pumping out the constant flow of liquid, a drip at a time.

He was hardly aware a they freed him from the chains and allowed him to slump to the hard floor. A small slab on wheels was brought in. He was laid on his back and secured. His hands and feet were strapped down preventing any escape. Metal wires wrapped like spider webs around his body and limbs. These would eclectically exercise all his muscles preventing any physical atrophy or circulation problems while he lived in this constrained state. A tube was added to the device on his mouth giving him food, water and air. Another tube was attached to the rectum area allowing all waste to be removed. The last tube was placed into the tip of his penis that was the only exposed part of it. The tube would drain the flow of semen as his orgasm continued to rage on. And on. And on.

His will was gone. His robot masters controlled his mind and body.

Chris was brought to the human sex prison and placed with other human survivors. All were secure, safe and in a state of perpetual climax.

The prime directives were fulfilled.

09.04.09

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