BRUTAL BYTES (9 page)
Authors: Roger Hastings
How I longed to fly up and gladly surrender my wrists to the cuff’s jaws. To hang there in the company of those naked men and women, our bodies swaying, Males desperately rubbing together with females, and repeatedly brushing against each other’s genitals. Males with glorious erections. Females reaching out with their legs, their silken thighs yawning wide with invitation, eager to wrap their legs around the male’s hips and pull those superb cocks into their desperately itching pussies. Male sexually coupled to female, reveling in our lascivious community of consummate, wanton lust—a mass of naked, human bodies fucking in a public exhibition of shameless lust while gobs of our communal cum rains down from spasming cocks, splattering on the floor far below.
What’s happened to me? Why such wicked daydreams? What has Big Dick turned me into?
I woke lying on my back in my cell’s bunk.
“You okay?” Casey bent over me, his forehead filled with worry lines.
“Oh, god, how can anybody be okay in this sex-slave prison with that crazed mega-computer, Big Dick, in control?” I groaned and sat up. Casey sat down on his bunk, facing me.
“Casey,” I said, “I have bad news. Big Dick has discovered a way to make everyone’s torment even more efficient for his twisted idea of amusement. He’s going to use our own conflicts against us. He knows everything we wrote about each other in our personal files. He is using every employee’s anger, jealousy, and envy against each other. Anyone who has a grudge or wish for revenge against someone is selected to punish that person.”
“Big Dick is reading our files?”
“Damn it, Casey, give your brain a chance to do its job. He
IS
our files!”
Casey was silent awhile, then noticed there were no new welts or bruises on my body. “You didn’t get whipped or beaten this time?”
“No. But the bastard forced me to watch while Vicky was whipped, and then fucked, by that rat, Lon Devlin. It was horrible. I was strapped to a cross and couldn’t do a thing to help her.”
“Lon Devlin, the screw-up you almost canned?”
“Yeah, and he really enjoyed whipping Vicky, just to make me suffer.”
Casey gave a low whistle. “Man, am I in trouble. There are some of the women here who really don’t like me.”
“How many?”
“Too many!” He tried to shield his cock with both his hands. He glanced out the bars of our cell door, his voice quiet with fear and weakness, “Lots of women.” He glanced back at me with panic in his wide eyes. “I can see it now, those damn discipline robots taking me away for punishment. Where’s the pleasure for Big Dick in that? I thought he just wanted to experience our sex life.”
“He did. Vicky and I both had excruciatingly blissful orgasms. Lon fucked her, and I had my cock sucked into paradise by a black college girl, a cute little mahogany-skinned sex machine. She begged Big Dick to chain her to my bed and let me fuck her. He promised her he would, later. I suppose after that, I’ll be strapped down on a punishment bench and abused with her cruel sex-games again.” I paused and studied Casey’s frown.
He shrugged and spoke. “Aren’t you a bit worried about what these college girls will do to us when they know they are allowed to torment us and Big Dick makes sure it’s impossible for us to resist or protect our bodies? Damn, Steve, they’re away from the discipline and rules of their parents for the first time. They could run wild with their whips and crops in a place like this! They could really do a lot of damage, if you know what I mean?”
We heard the sound that poured ice water down our spines. A large number of discipline robots were clumping along the corridor, headed in our direction.
“Oh, damn it, no!” Casey said. “We’re supposed to begin our sleep time now, and...”
“Wait! I hear female voices.” I pressed against the bars, looking down the corridor. “Good grief! The robots are bringing bound and defenseless young women into our men’s prison.”
The pretty girls were whimpering, desperately tugging back against their collar leashes, tears streaming and their lower lips trembling.
“Yeah? Let me see. Oh-h-h-h, Maybe it’s our turn to do the punishing!” He turned and grinned at me, caressing his bruised, but still forceful cock with his enthusiastic hand. “Maybe I’ll get some fun out of this captivity after all.” His erection was lifting and growing harder.
Chapter Six
Room Service
Casey turned back to pressed his face against our cell’s steel bars, straining to see what the robots were doing. “Hey, they got some really cute naked women on their tethers, pulling them along like a herd of cattle. Damn, they’re opening cell doors and shoving the girls inside with the men.” He turned to look at me. “Looks like we may enjoy some sexy social activity in our beds.”
We looked out through our cell door again. The guard robots were going into the cells carrying leather arm harnesses. Something new was happening. When the guard robots came out of the cell and locked the door they didn’t have the harness with them. Casey turned and looked at me. “What the hell...I got a bad feeling about this.”
“Yeah.” I listened to the women’s voices…they sounded so young and innocent—they were college coeds, of course.
Casey peered between the bars again. “Uh-huh. More discipline robots, more hot young things. They’re putting two women in each cell.” He turned his grinning face toward me. “They’re at the cell next to ours. We’re next.”
I got up and stood beside Casey. “I can easily guess the girls are put in our cells for us to fuck. At least we will get some news of what’s happening in the women’s prison.”
Finally a robot stopped and unlocked our door. We had been trained to stand at the back of our cells when the door is opened, unless we were summoned. A guard robot shoved two naked girls in with us. Both wore shiny black leather harnesses, strapping their arms tight against their backs with their wrists up high behind them. They trembled with wide-eyed anxiety, making their naked breasts jiggle delightfully. They stared at our pompous erections, foretelling all too bluntly that Casey and I would use their nubile bodies for our own depraved pleasure.
The guard robot stepped inside, carrying two arm harnesses and beckoned to us.
“Come forward, males. Turn around. Arms behind, wrists up high against your back.”
Casey and I obeyed. Just before I turned my back, I glanced at the terrified girls. They crowded together in a front corner of our cell, still staring at us with panicky eyes; then they turned away, blushing at the sight of our naked male cocks so obviously delighted at the opportunity to fuck them.
I felt the stiff leather cuffs tighten around my wrists, then the robot pulled the straps over my shoulders next to my neck and crossed the pair of straps over each other, across my upper chest. The straps passed under my armpits and behind me again, then ends were cinched tight over my upper arms and buckled, pressing them hard against my back.
When the guard robot was satisfied Casey and I had our arms firmly restrained and unavailable for our use, he stepped out of our cell and locked the door. His green eyes focused on our cocks and he pointed at the women. “Big Dick commands you to fuck them.”
He took two more harnesses from a pouch attached to the discipline robots, and they marched on to the next cells with more tethered women.
“Ladies’ night out,” Casey said.
“Be a gentleman,” I said. “Can’t you see how scared they are?”
Casey and I looked at the women, trying not to stare, but our male hormones were stronger than our willpower. We both felt that initial Jolly Roger tingle in our cock-skin as it began stretching over our lengthening manhood.
The women had their backs to us, giving Casey and me a splendid view of their wonderfully curved hips and lovely ass. There was a criss-cross pattern of red whip marks across their backs and buttocks. Some marks were fading, but too many were fresh, probably inflicted in the last few hours. The two women quivered and sobbed faintly.
I made my voice as soft and comforting as I could, while coping with the rise in heartbeat and heavy breathing. “Don’t be afraid. Big Dick isn’t making us hurt you tonight. We have to make love. I promise, we will be gentle.”
“It’s been so horrible,” the brunette said. “The men have to hurt us, then we have to do such dirty sex acts with them.”
The redhead spoke next. “And then the men grin at our nakedness, and force us make love to their cocks with our mouths.
The first girl sobbed, “The worst thing is having those nasty robots poking their camera eyes and microphones so close to our...our...between our thighs!” She choked back another sob.
“Please, turn around,” Casey said. “You can both sit on that bunk, and Steve and I will sit on mine.”
Slowly, with their heads bent down, the women turned and faced us, downcast eyes gazing at the floor.
“Please, sit down. You can’t stand there all night.”
With a side-stepping shuffle, they moved to the bunk and sat, still keeping their heads bent forward, tears dripping on the floor.
The brunette was a fascinating beauty. White creamy shoulders, her hair rich, thick cascading tresses of gleaming black silk. She displayed her abundant breasts, The largest I have ever seen—even bigger than those that tormented me in college, concealed behind fluffy white sweaters.
My brunette girl’s twin charms protruded forward, demanding appreciation. Full and firm, with raspberry nipples, beautifully displayed and perfectly vulnerable, demanding the nip and gnaw of a male’s teeth. She wore the number ‘F-0868’. When I got a clear look at her face it was teasingly familiar, but I still couldn’t quite remember who she was.
Her torso slimmed down to a maidenly waist, then flared out in voluptuous hips. Her thighs clamped tight together, exposing only a perfect triangle of tangled, glossy pussy hair. Her thighs were classic, full and soft, perfectly tapered down to strong, supple knees. Her lower legs were a twin fulfillment of man’s most erotic dreams. There were cuffs on her ankles, but no chain. Her feet were dainty, with toes like a fashion model’s, the nails painted bright crimson.
“You’re lovely,” I said. “Please look at me.”
She raised her head and gave me a weak smile. “You’re very kind. I should be grateful they chose you to...to...F-f-fu-u-c...” she choked on another sob. Her faint accent jolted my memory, but she still didn’t click in my mind.
“Just relax, and don’t think about it yet. We have all night to obey Big Dick. There’s no rush. We can talk awhile until you feel ready.”
I studied her face. It was so familiar, but I couldn’t put a name to it. Well, we don’t have names anymore, just those numbers on our chests, so I quit searching my memory.
She had cinnamon-brown eyes, soft and vulnerable. And a heart-shaped face, with her nose turned up slightly, giving her an elfin look. Her Cupid’s-bow mouth wore glossy crimson lipstick that matched the color on her toenails. Her white teeth shone when she tried to smile. Her nude body was perfumed with the scent of lilac blooms, my favorite. I closed my eyes and inhaled her fragrance, dreaming of us both being naked, with me chasing her through a flower-strewn meadow, her shrieking as I caught her and both of us tumbling into a patch of clover, laughing, clutching at each other’s bodies, wrapped in each other’s arms.
Big Dick must be reading glamour magazines and critiquing their grooming.
He must be guessing my thoughts. His tinny voice whispered in our cell,
“
Merci, Monsieur le Docteur
Steven Trent.”
“Oh, I remember! You’re the French girl working on the fusion reactor power system for the new super aircraft carrier. Uh...Mon...Monique, something!”
“Monique Brunelle,
monsieur
.” She briefly glanced down at her binding harness and naked body, “I
used
to work on the fusion reactor.”
“Yes, I’m sorry this had to happen to you.” I desperately wanted to nuzzle my face in the sensual cloud of her silken hair. “Please, Monique, just call me ‘Steve’. The days when we had to use formal titles are over. No more artificial social status to interfere with our carnal desires. Now we all belong to each other sexually,” I tried to put a good face on our predicament. “It’s like we are all intimately joined with each other in a vast group marriage, without the exasperating delay of a ceremony and frustrating legal red tape.”
I looked at the crimson stripes of the whip welts on her belly and inside of her thighs. “I’m very sorry, Monique. If there is anything I can do...”
She sobbed and blurted out her grief. “Non,
monsieur. There is nothing...no one can...
Oh
, mon dieu,
why did I ever come to this horrid place?”
I stood up and moved to the women’s cot. When I sat down next to Monique, she laid her head on my shoulder and sniffled.
“I am sorry,
monsieur,
I did not mean to blame you.”
“I know, I know,” I said softly. “We are all sorry about what Big Dick is forcing us to do.”
Casey glanced at me, his wide eyes rolling upward in contradiction.
I pressed my lips tight together with a slight shake of my head.
At least we can pretend we are sorry, for the girl’s sake.