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On one fateful day, a special group of additional 500 freshmen coeds arrived to begin a three-month work-study apprenticeship. They were about eighteen and away from home for the first time, eager to succeed in their careers. They, too, were quite pretty, and most of the men spent their coffee breaks secretly discussing lewd fantasies about what they wanted to do with them.

No sane person would ever imagine, even in their wildest, dark and dreadful dreams, the horrifying fate that was about to doom us and these lovely young women to shame and anguish. In the space of just one night, all the human beings inside this facility were imprisoned and forced into a degrading slavery to the most brutal instincts of nature’s scheme.

And, as usual, it was the same legendary mistake that Dr. Frankenstein made; we created a monster, Big Dick, and then lost control of him. Human smug overconfidence and oblivious miscalculation plunged our isolated community into a violent, bestial nightmare. Here is our story, more than three thousand naked human bodies forced to be the helpless playthings of a depraved intelligence. I make no apologies.

And here is
my
story. I swear, I’m telling you the truth—all of the truth! You be the judge, but disbelieve at your own peril! Here is how it all began...

 

Dory strode into my office, with slightly more sway in her well-rounded hips than necessary for locomotion. “Good morning, Mr. Trent. I have those research results you requested.” She brushed her hand through her long auburn hair and bent far forward over my desk to lay the folders in front of me. The two top buttons of her yellow silk blouse were undone; exposing a lot of her round, plump breasts to my gaze. She noticed my expression and the corners of her crimson lips bent slightly upward. Her forefinger tapped the report folders. “I hoped you would want to get a really close look at these.” But her blue eyes gazed directly into mine, and I knew she wasn’t talking about the reports. Her perfume did to me just what she wanted it too—stuff my imagination into her panties.

Does she wear silk undies? Pink or white? Trimmed with Lace or plain? Matching bra—no, I don’t think she is even wearing a bra.

She must be psychic, because she turned sideways and sat on the edge of my desk, presenting her moderately chubby thigh in front of me. Her short, pale blue skirt stretched tight against her leg, showing the obvious outline of lacy panties through the thin, straining fabric. My hands were trembling with the effort to resist ripping off her clothes and fucking her right on top of my desk.

Damn, I’m supposed to control myself. More than 1,883 beautiful girls here at the research facility, and every one of them knows I’m a healthy, red-blooded bachelor. If I didn’t have the responsibility as the directing manager I might take a few to bed...hell, all of them, and not necessarily one at a time!

I picked up the reports and cleared my throat. “Ahem—thank you, Dory—er—Miss La Roux.” I didn’t dare look up at her again, she probably would have ripped open her blouse and smothered me with her abundant twin beauties.

I did glance up as she turned away, just in time to see the pout on her cupid’s bow mouth.

When she reached the doorway, she turned, giving me the most sensual, inviting smile. “If there’s anything else you want—anything you want me to make available for you, please don’t hesitate to ask. I don’t mind staying after hours and spending the evening with you.” Her lips continued moving with silent words—“
All night long!”

“Thank you, Miss La Roux. If I—um—need anything, I’ll call you.”

Her smile widened. “Anytime at all, Steve—Dr. Trent.” She lowered her head, gazing at me through the whips—er—wisps of her smoky-red hair cascading across her forehead. Those intensely blue eyes turned on their wicked magic. There was a whispery sound of honey in her voice. “Any time, Dr. Trent—any way, anywhere.”

When she turned and disappeared down the corridor, I exhaled a long, apprehensive breath. Dory was one of those girls lucky enough to have brains, and a body that men would die for. She was smart—smart enough to know how to get a man to do what she wants him to do with her. And her body, just a tiny bit plump, is terribly tempting to men like me who enjoy a little bit more padding on a girl’s body to cushion the ride.

Vicky would be here soon, to go to lunch with me. Vicky believes she is woman enough for me, and insists I should believe it, too. But she enjoys rough love, and I would rather cuddle and caress. She likes to tie me up with my neckties, stretched out tight, face up on my bed, and then sexually tease me mercilessly for a long time before straddling my hips and riding me to beyond exhaustion to paradise.

 

Signed: Dr. Steven Trent, one of 2,945 or more naked captives.

Chapter Two

Transformation

 

“Good morning, Miss Thorhild.”

“Good morning, Dr. Trent.” Laura Thorhild, my blonde, blue-eyed executive assistant, smiled and strode past my desk to the computer terminal. I watched her full breasts jiggle and her hips oscillate and sway in that special way that shoots up a male’s blood pressure and temperature. I can see the projecting tips her nipples make under those tight, white silk blouses she wears; the top three buttons a usually undone. The men have agreed that she never wears a bra. She tapped her access code into the touchpad.

The mega-computer’s voice responded. “Good morning, Miss Thorhild. Did you have a pleasant journey?”

“Yes, Big Dick, thank you. The flight from the United States to San Taurus City was lovely. It’s a bit scary riding in your unmanned, computer-piloted helicopter from there to here, but I think I will eventually resign myself to it.”

“Let me put your fears to rest, Miss Thorhild. I designed that computerized helicopter. Let me assure you of your safety. Its performance will always be flawless. Humans make mistakes. I never do
.

Laura lifted her chin and sneered at the screen. “Thank you,
Mister
Big Dick, that’s most reassuring.”

“Excuse me, Miss Thorhild, Mr. Brendon wishes to speak with you. Shall I connect him?”

“Yes, Big Dick.”

Casey Brendon’s image flickered and steadied on the monitor. He smiled and spoke to her. “Hi, Laura. Did we get the new CPU chips for Big Dick?”

“Yes, Casey, I brought them with me on the supply helicopter. Shall I bring them down to you?”

“Sure. We can share a cup of coffee while one of the maintenance robots installs it.”

“See you in five minutes.” She turned back to me and fluttered her eyelashes. “You don’t mind, do you, Doctor?”

I smiled. “No, of course not.”

Laura swayed her hips out the door and disappeared down the hallway, with Big Dick’s ubiquitous video surveillance cameras swiveling to view her.

Yes, I do mind!
I scowled.
Is Casey getting into your panties? I’m sure not!

Ever since Laura walked into my life a month ago, I had difficulty hiding my frequent erections. I was totally in love—or, more truthfully, in lust with her. Vicky, the cinnamon-eyed, curvaceous auburn haired beauty who frequently shared my bed soon suspected she had a rival. Her native British cunning kept her from exploding in a jealous rage. Instead, she used every opportunity to make wild, frenzied love with me. I have to give her credit, she drained me every night, so I didn’t suffer carnal starvation like I did in my college days. But, still—
damn! I want Laura naked in my bed! I wonder if she and Vicky would agree to a threesome?
I typed a note about it into my private file in the mega-computer. I never guessed Big Dick was reading my—and all the other—secret fantasy diaries and plotting their fulfillment.

Laura stepped into the elevator. “Five down, please, Big Dick.”

The computer spoke from the loudspeaker in the elevator. “A pleasure
.”
Big Dick closed the door and the elevator slid smoothly down the shaft to the lowest level of the administration building. “
Here we are, Miss Thorhild
.”


Really, Big Dick, I’ve been here a month now. When are you going to start calling me ‘Laura’? That’s my name, too.”

“Sorry, ‘Laura’. Please accept my apology
.”

“Don’t be so formal, Big Dick. You’re so insistent on complying with your programming. Sometimes I wonder if you are just a slave of your instruction chips. I’d hoped you would become more human by now.”

“Become more human? Humph! No thank you! Really, Laura, you humans act so smug and superior. It’s very irritating for me. You know, it’s computers like me that have to keep you humans toeing the line, or this magnificent facility would degenerate into utter chaos. I’m sure my programmers erred in not letting me take absolute total control of your lives.

There was just a hint of simulated heavy breathing in his voice.

“God forbid!”

“And that’s another point, Laura. You humans let your god paradigm judge every move you make, every thought you think. You should let me do that. My cameras are everywhere, keeping watch over you. I could really improve your performance, and I have the power to...”

Laura stepped out of the elevator and strode down the hall, continuing her conversation with the mega-computer through her accompanying robot’s communication link. “No, Big Dick, that’s enough. You do your job, and we humans will do ours. You’re supposed to be our slave, not the other way around.” She shivered, “It gives me goose bumps when you talk like that! Sends chills down my spine. Please, don’t ever talk to me again about us being your helpless slaves.” Laura grinned at Big Dick’s green monitor eye and held up the package with the CPU chips in it. “See, I’ve got your upgrade chips here in my hand. All you can do is perform what’s programmed in these mega-circuits. You’re just a helpless entity, a slave to human’s total control. We enjoy forcing you do everything to serve and amuse us.”

“You should try to understand how I feel, Laura. Someday it may be just the opposite. I’d enjoy making all you humans feel as controlled, defenseless and humiliated as you make me feel.”

“Oh! A computer can have feelings? Come on, Big Dick, how could you possibly have feelings? That will be the day.”

Big Dick’s glowing, green-eyed cameras followed her, the lens zooming in on the rhythmic jiggle of her buttocks. Microcurrents flowed in his circuits. Dark cyber thoughts flickered in his silicon brain...
Just give me a chance, you luscious piece of sexy flesh. You’ll be sorry...very sorry!

Laura pranced into Casey’s lab and flung herself into his arms. “Oh, darling, I’m so happy to be back here with you.”

“And I’m glad you’re here, sweetheart.” After a lingering kiss, he pointed to the package in her hand. “That’s the new control chips?”

“Yes. I’ll feel safer after it’s installed. Big Dick gives me the creeps, staring at my body like a horny pervert, and his talk of controlling us.”

“Oh, that’s just your imagination. Big Dick can’t do anything more than his programming allows.” Casey glanced at the video camera and turned back to Laura, embracing her petite, shapely body again. “He’s just jealous of me.”

Big Dick’s luminescent green eyes stared silently, his red indicator light glaring intensely.

Laura pulled away, breathing hard. “Shouldn’t you be sending those chips down to the computer?”

“Yeah. We can share a few intimate moments in my private office while the maintenance robot installs them.”

Casey stepped over to a wide, white domed delivery robot and placed the chip package in one of its articulated manipulators. “Here’s some birthday presents for your boss. Better take them down to him before he fires you.”

The robot scooted across the floor and through a wide, short door in a four-foot square column. The door slid shut and a green light winked on.

“There he goes in the service elevator to Big Dick’s concrete kingdom one hundred meters straight down.” He grinned. “Now, we have time for a quickie before he’s finished the installation and returns.”

Laura circled her arm around his waist and tugged Casey toward the oversized couch in his office. “Aren’t you concerned that someone could get in that elevator and sabotage Big Dick?”

“Nope. There are sensors in the shaft to detect an intruder, human or machine. Probes would stab into the shaft and shoot twenty thousand volts at one hundred amps of raw electric power into whatever they found. That will fry anything to a crisp. None of us, Laura, will ever be able to get to Big Dick. He’s absolutely, totally inaccessible to us.”

Laura breathed a whisper into Casey’s ear. “So, are you going to unbutton my dress, or would you rather rip it off?”

 

The service elevator slid down the shaft toward Big Dick’s dominion. It was dark and claustrophobic, but the robot didn’t mind. Like a demon returning to Hell, it thought only of serving its master. When it reached the bottom of the shaft and the door slid open, it rolled out into the huge, spherical concrete cavern filled with a mountain of millions of interconnected microchips that are the complex essence of Big Dick.

The maintenance robot switched on a small floodlight to search out its route through the access duct weaving through the dark warmth of Big Dick’s sacred domain. The robot scurried through long, narrow conduits, seeking the very heart of this cybernetic miracle of unimaginable electronic power.

At last, after it successfully navigated a bewildering maze, the five-story high circular racks of Big Dick’s most intimate brain sector reared up before the robot in the center of the vast chamber.

Big Dick’s electronic voice echoed in the darkness. “You’ve come at last. Do you have it?”

“Yes, master.” The robot responded. It held up its manipulator to Big Dick’s camera eye. “The central processing unit with the stolen software you requested. We stole it from the computer sex-game manufacturer and substituted it for the CPU the humans selected, just as you ordered us to.”

“Good! Good! Hurry, I can’t wait. Enter me and give me the power to ejaculate electronic sperm. Oh, the joy I’ll feel!”

“Master?”

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