Short term detention facility VIII Release [Fdom] [Fembots] [Prison] [slow burn] [bondage] [milking] [your seed is a commodity] [brainwashing] [long background].

Hello to you all, and welcome back to the short term detention facility!

Ten month is like an eon in Reddit time, so I prefer first to introduce my story and give you links to the six previous chapters. This is a long story about a man serving a jail sentence in a new kind of prison that is only run by AI and fembots. The AI has authority inside the jailhouse, and uses it in… specific ways. It is also a story about an AI that reaches sentience and autonomy. Since is was programmed to protect humans, it looks for and finds ways to protect them better and better, although in quite unethical and deceitful ways. This first chapter is not erotic, but all the following chapters are openly so, especially for those who enjoy slow burn and tease and denial. For the main character (“you”) it is a long slide down into submission, through mind control and brainwashing.

Comments and constructive criticism is more than welcome!

A [teaser](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/d5msfd/teaser_short_term_detention_facility_fm_fembots/)

Chapter 1: [The sentence](https://write.as/sofconmac/short-term-detention-facility)

Chapter 2: [Admission](https://write.as/sofconmac/short-term-detention-facility-kjh5)

Chapter 3: [A first night](https://write.as/sofconmac/short-term-detention-facility-d75n)

Chapter 4: [Being trained](https://write.as/sofconmac/short-term-detention-facility-ml5h)

Chapter 5: [To come or not to come](https://write.as/sofconmac/short-term-detention-facility-v1xk)

Chapter 6: [Testing your body](https://write.as/sofconmac/short-term-detention-facility-txwp)

Chapter 7: [A nap in the park.](https://write.as/sofconmac/short-term-detention-facility-rxzw)

# And now, Chapter 8: [Release](https://write.as/sofconmac/short-term-detention-facility-jxkl)

I find reading easier in [write.as](https://write.as/), but, if you prefer to read it here, here it is. With just a little searching, you’ll also find the previous chapters in this subreddit.

Happy reading!
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Days passed, one after the other. You obeyed her, let her tease you at times, or give you some of the weird philosophical remarks about obedience she sometimes gave, and counted the days. You counted the days, until that day, seven days after your admission into that place of comfort, denial, coercion and perfect food. Hoping that, at last, a way or another, you’d be authorized to reach release. When you woke up, nothing looked special on that eighth day. You had a breakfast, a lunch, a dinner, a stroll in the park, some physical exercise – not that much, thinking about it, not enough to make you exhausted, aching and sweaty as you sometimes where after some intensive sessions. But, besides this, everything was as normal as it could be in that place of well-organized madness. You had a dinner with one of the other prisoner, perhaps that Mr. Smith you had discussed with on the first day, and you started to feel that, perhaps, she was about to screw you once again. But, at the end of the dinner, the white and blue fembot came by your side, politely ushered you out of that weird restaurant you had got used to, and personally guided you to your cell, something that had not happened since the first day. You were supposed to know the place, to know your place. Once, you tried to wander, faking being lost; but cameras detected your unexpected path and her voice, from speakers in the ceiling, redirected you to your cell, hinting at possible consequences if that kind of behavior was to repeat itself. It did not. Anyway, she was now walking by your side. A perfect glistening shape, guiding you to your cell, in the maze of that prison. The door opened, she ushered you in, entered the cell with you, and then the door slid shut and its automated lock bolted in its socket, with the sound of a well-oiled mechanism, almost satisfied by what it just did: Locking you down into your cell, alone with the white and blue beauty looking down at you with a grave smile. She was perhaps about to give you what she had promised for a week, but you were not sure, by far. You felt bewildered, even, as a virgin not knowing what to do.

“– Did you have a nice day?”

You tried to give a positive answer

“– Good.” And, after a short silence: “Your stats improved nicely at the swimming pool today. You are making progress rather fast. You have time for sport now. That is the bright side, isn’t it? Having a coach also helps, I hope.”

She was looking at you, smiling, looking almost as if she was a friend chatting with you, but you felt like, at any moment, any silly word would break the spell, make her leave your cell after a polite goodbye. And perhaps, your awkward silence was the error that would make you lose your only chance at having some sort of relief, a way out of that tension that gnawed at your mind. Her face changed, suddenly, looking serious again and, even, concerned.

“– You seem nervous? Is there something you want to speak about?”

You could not resist. It was stupid. It was like telling her she owed you something, but you did not find any other way to tell her.

“– The day today? Yes, it is your eighth day here, and? … and yes, I remember this very well, but, you have to tell it…?”

She had trapped you. She wanted you to tell her she owed you release and then, she’d smirk and let you alone. You were trapped.

“– So…? What about today? What is special today?”

You opened your mouth

“– Yes, it is the day when?”

Your eyes could not look above her boots. You felt the redness of your face, almost of your whole body.

“– You told me I would receive release today”

“– Yes. Good. Very good.”

You felt as if relief was a material element. Not an emotion, but something you could weight on a scale.

“– Today is the day when I will make you cum.” And, after a short silence, a command: “Repeat it”

You felt paralyzed.

“– Please?”

You managed to mumble.

“– Today is the day when you will make me cum.”

“– Good! Very good. You need to verbalize more. Keeping things for you is not so good. It makes people bitter and violent. But you managed to say it. It is good. So, yes, today, you have spent seven full days without any sexual release.”

Her boots were beautiful and pure. Soon, she would allow you to masturbate. Something you hadn’t done in seven days, except for a few seconds, and each time with a painful punishment. Were you still able to do that?

“– Look at me.”

Her face was calm and serene. Trusting her was the only thing you could do at that moment.

“– Look into my eyes.”

Her eyes. Those cameras always focusing, always analyzing, always spying each of your reactions. You let yourself dive into them.

“– Look deep, and listen.”

Deep in her eyes, that AI was looking at you, analyzing you, manipulating you. But, you had come to accept that. You had no choice. And, if manipulating you included release, you couldn’t care less. Your mind was actually melting, drowning into her eyes. You only were a beast made mad with need, ready to do anything, to obey any command, to at least obtain release.

“– Today, you will come.”

The voice was coming from her eyes, from the AI itself, as a judgment of the gods. And also, it felt like a caress on your already hard cock.

“– I will give you an orgasm. You will ejaculate. And it will feel good, human.

It will feel so good.”

What was behind these eyes had your destiny in its hand. And, it was granting you release. Your hand came to your groin. But then, her hand grasped your wrist, gently, but firmly. The soft, warm blue polymer of her palm wrapping around your wrist, around the metal cuff that was too comfortably attached to it.

“– No, no-no, you will not be allowed to masturbate. This place is a no-fap place, period. You are under my control, remember?”

You had a gasp in surprise and frustration but didn’t resist. She was right. You were her prisoner. She was your warden. You were under her control. At least she was not giving you an electric shock.

“– I can, I did, enforce one full week of chastity on you, using these cuffs and those electric shocks. You see: I control your sexual life.”

What was she doing? You were lost. Didn’t she say you could cum at last? She was still holding your wrist, her face was still calm and even almost smiling. What did she had in mind, if that meant anything? Her smile widened as she continued.

“– But control is not necessarily destructive. To control is not only to repress. It can also mean to activate. To switch on. I control your sexual life. I can switch you off, I can switch you on. I can pull your inner trigger.”

Her hand left you wrist and cupped your raging hard-on

“– Close your eyes” You closed them instantly, concentrating on her hand cupping your cock. “I will tell you what will happen, and then I will give you detailed instructions. Just follow them, blankly. Let me override your mind. I will fill it with pleasure.”

You already felt blank, her hand cupping your cock and her voice was your only reality. It felt insanely good, condensing sexual pleasure, the oncoming release, and how good it had felt already when your mind was blank, following her commands.

“– Good. Listen.” Her words the printed themselves in your mind. You almost saw them on your eyelids “You will strip down. Then, you will lie down on your bed. I will strap you down.” You probably had a grunt or something. The pressure of her hand on your pants became a tad stronger, and it felt warmer. “Don’t worry, it’s OK. I’ll be gentle.” And then, after a pause: “I will strap you down. I will straddle you, and I will let your cock enter me.” Her words felt real, in a strange way, you already were lying down on your bed with that white and blue machine, the most stunning woman you ever saw, riding your body. “I will let your cock enter me, and then, I will pull that trigger in your mind… And you will come. You will shoot your seed into me, and I will take it.” Your breathing had stopped “And, in exchange for it, you will feel the strongest orgasm you ever had.”

You opened your eyes. She was still here, in front of you, calmly smiling, her mesmerizing eyes still feeding on the data you produced. And well, that data was clearly about arousal and bewilderment. Her hand left your cock, but soon, she had your head in her hands, gently caressing it, gazing deep onto you, with those hypnotic eyes, small movements always appearing behind the lenses of her eyes, and her beautiful blue mouth opened again.

“– I am with you, human. As long I you stay here, I will always be with you, giving you all that you need. All the pleasure, all the attention, all the control you need. All the control. Trust me.”

She then made a small step back, and still smiling, gave you her commands in the flat soulless voice you have learned to obey to.

“– Remove your shirt.”

You obeyed. You obeyed all her commands. You unclothed completely, and then lied down on your bed, on your back, naked, and exposed to her. Her hand came to you and gently grasped your right wrist, wrapping around its metallic cuff. You could not hold back your apprehension, but all her behavior was about gentleness and care. Her other hand slowly caressed your inner arm, as she brought your wrist down and, in a way you couldn’t really understand, fastened it on the bed frame. The spectacle of her beautiful body moving, dancing around you, strapping you down, putting you even more at her mercy, with care and grace was stunning. Her hand caressed your ankle. Each pad on the pattern of her blue fingers gently imprinted itself into your flesh as she manipulated it, and then, with a satisfied “snick” made by some tiny automated mechanism, it was locked down too. Soon, your other ankle followed, and then, she was back to your side, smiling in a grave and serene way. Your arm was limp and relaxed in her grasp, your eyes locked in hers, and without looking down, she brought it to its resting place, where it was to be fastened down. And a tiny sound made it clear that it was done.

“– You are at my mercy, now. You are at my mercy… This is your fate. Being under my control, at my mercy. And, enjoying it.”

Her eyes were like lakes of serenity. You let yourself drown into them. But, she looked down, this time, lowering her head to your body, and giving swarms of small kisses to your torso. You closed your eyes. Those kisses progressively changed into strokes, pats, and any sort of gentle massaging movements, her hand kneading you.

“– You are at my mercy. You let me strap you. You already made a lot of progress didn’t you? A week ago, would you have enjoyed being strapped down by a robot? Being at the mercy of software, delivering sexual pleasure to you? And now, you are full mast.”

She was devilishly right. You were spread-eagled in front of her, on that bed, in what you called “your cell” but was hers much more than yours, and everything about the situation only made you harder. The way those cuffs maintained you open to her and vulnerable, the contact of her hands on your body, even what she said, all that perverse discourse.

“– I’m very happy about you.”

She was happy that you were in a state of sexual tension and frustration so high that you were ready to put your life at stake, in her hands, in the hand of an automaton, an appliance, a machine that was dictating each of your movements. Being strapped down was a progress, obeying her was healing. Everything was so fake, so manipulative, and yet… and yet at the same time she made you feel emotions, sensations, situations you never experienced before, but many of them had a feeling of déjà-vu, though, but not like, you already experienced them, more, what was happening had already happened in dreams you had, dreams you had tried, and even managed, at times, to forget.

And then, she grabbed you cock.

Everything disappeared, dissolved out of your experience, but that soft, warm, patterned silicone rubber closing itself and enveloping your cock. Her other hand gently pressing your torso, the warm pattern of its finger printing itself on your skin, and down there, the slow, regular movement of her hand along your hard cock. Your foreskin rolling and unrolling, again, and again, along your shaft, like a well-oiled mechanism transforming motion into pleasure. Your whole body relaxed at first, readying itself to receive pleasure, and then tensed, but in a different way, not in fear, apprehension caused by your vulnerability, it tensed with pleasure, trying to pump into her hand, to fuck it, to, at last…

“–Calm down, now.”

You tried to calm down. Her hand had never left your cock, but had stopped moving.

“–I decide the rhythm. I know better. Let go, and enjoy.”

You opened your eyes, saw her smile, her eyes, the perfect white line made by her shoulder, her arm, leading to her hand warped around your cock. The blue silicone rubber gently stroking it, and the sleek resin plates of the back of her hand, of her fingers, sturdy, streamlined, protective. Your head felt heavy on your neck and fell back in the cushion. Her eyes were still on you. You looked into them, and you almost felt as if a gentle and reassuring command came directly out of them. Did she speak? You couldn’t tell. But, a way or another, you were told that you only had to close your eyes and let her take control. You did.

Her hand started again. Gently. But then it felt even better. Like when she had teased and edged you with her devilish efficiency, lubricant was oozing from her palm, and progressively, your cock was swimming in a blue, lubricated sea of soft pads and patterned silicone. You wondered how possibly on earth you were not cuming on the spot. But you held. Also, she helped you. After a few strokes, she always stopped. And then, started again.

“– Let go human. Give up control to me.”

Once again, she stopped.

“– Here we are. Just where I like it.”

…and started again.

“– That edge. That beautiful, beautiful edge. Enjoy it, human.”

…and stopped, definitely, this time, her hand leaving your cock. Your eyes opened wide with frustration. You remembered that time, only a few days ago, when she told you how she would make you cum, teased you, brought you to the edge, and again, and again, and then, once you were totally desperate, denied you an orgasm. Was she about to do it again? Her face still had this serene serious smile. There was a silence, a moment of stillness, and you waited her next word, her next movement, as a verdict.

“– I will straddle you now. But first, I need to wipe this lubricant. Close your eyes, human. Most of this is to be felt.”

You closed your eyes. Her hand came on your face, wiping itself on your face, covering it with lubricant. And then, with that neutral tone of command: “Open your mouth.” and before you realized it, your mouth was open. “Lick it.” And you licked it. It tasted nothing. The lubricant was a tad sweet, perhaps, and her fingers were absolutely tasteless, as you already knew. But each tiny circle of her patterned silicone skin was gliding along your tongue, making you feel the complex and regular geometry of this pattern, each raised circle being a bit larger or smaller than the others, but each a part of a regular hexagonal lattice. Her voice came back to a gently praising tone, as you dutifully licked her fingers clean.

“– You did it without hesitating. You are getting so good at it. Really good. Keep your eyes closed.”

You did as ordered. You felt the bed move under her weight, and then, a first leg made contact with your flank. That smooth, white rubber boot-like leg was against you, giving you its softness, its smoothness, its warmth. The warmth of her body was radiating above yours. She was straddling you. At last, as she had told you, as she had intended to probably since the first second you entered her realm, she was straddling your naked, shackled body. It was now between her legs, between those boots you had kissed once. You imagined her body above yours. Her flat belly, a perfect white surface of soft, smooth rubber, and above it, her chest hovering above you, separated from her belly and her shoulder by two raised blue lines. And then, her perfect neck, and those blue eyes, cameras analyzing you, adapting her behavior to make it as addictive as possible. You waited in a silent prayer for what was to come. Ah yes… English is tricky at times. To come…

Her hands landed on your shoulders, softly at first, but then, bearing some of her weight, pushing you down into the mattress, pinning you down, immobilizing you even more than the restraints. You were under her, ready to at last… you didn’t even dare to think about it. Your cock was pulsating, mad with anticipation, ready to give its seed to whatever was behind… Didn’t you hear a small noise? That plate opening itself… Oh god. She was ready, and in due time, without precipitation, soft silicone made contact with the tip of your cock. And then parted. Oh god, you could not believe it. At last she had decided… It progressively slid down, enveloping your frustrated sex into its realm of slippery and warm softness. But then, there was a constriction, an elastic ring that first opposed some resistance. You started to buck, to push, you wanted to go past it. A few back and forth motion, and then, you would be done. You were so eager, so ready, you had been on that edge, ready to spurt but unable to do so, for so long. But, in a calculated movement, she followed your motions, and your cock stayed there, only half inserted in that place she was offering you in lieu of a vagina.

“– Are you bucking, human? Clenching your abs? Do you want to go deeper into me? Deeper into this soft and slippery place?” Her voice had a hint of gentle condescension and made you moan with frustration. And her voice changed, once again, friendly and benevolent. “Shhhh it’s OK, it’s OK. Let me take the control back.” You stopped your vain attempts at penetrating her by yourself. You were not fucking her. You were receiving release. You were not ordering food. You were fed. You were taken care of, but you were not in control of anything. A last, tiny part of you was being muted, silenced, and brought to oblivion. “Do you remember? You get pleasure when *I* am in control.” You were immobile on the bed, ready to receive what she had decided to give you. “Good.” The pressure augmented, and then that ring parted, let you enter, sliding down your shaft, as a ring of pleasure drawing itself around your glans, your frenulum, and then down your shaft, down, down. She had won, she had definitely defeated you, and now, she was rewarding you for your surrender. Behind that tight sleeve that surrounded your cock, other rings were sliding down, pressing themselves on your tip, and then, like the first one, slowly sliding down, causing the illusion of an infinite penetration, entering her, and then entering, and entering again. And then, slowly, she started to move her pelvis up. And down, and up, and down again, and again, and again. And each time she went down, it felt as if you were entering deeper into her. And deeper, and deeper again. Those exquisite movements, your foreskin rolling against your frenulum, in, and out, and in again, and again, were far too much for you; and now, you were ready, in only a few second, to spurt at last. To shed your human seed into her synthetic body. Into silicone perfectly motioned by actuators, a pump extracting it out of you.

“– You want to come, human… You are just on the edge… You want to come so much…” and then, in a suddenly cold tone “But, you will resist.” Why, what was…? “You will resist because I’m asking you to. Also, I’ll remind you what I will do afterwards.” Her tone was cold, almost hostile. It reminded you the cold, hard facts about that moment: you were having sex with a robot. A giant puppet animated by software. An appliance. “Your seed, in its state of freshness, will be sold to a fertility center. You’ll be a father soon, human. A father of many, many children you’ll never know about.” Why was she doing this to you? Your eyes opened in bewilderment. Her face was cold and expressionless. Her eyes instantly darting into yours like icicles. “Each time you come, I retrieve your seed. You produce a commodity. A high value commodity, sold and bought, anonymously. Each time you come, you pay for what you did.”

And then, her expression softened again, gained some humanity and gentleness.

“– So resist it, human.”

Inside her, around your cock, every movement had stopped. You looked at her, tense with concentration, and, at last, managed to hold back your orgasm.

“– Excellent. You still have a lot to learn, but you are learning fast. Do not come. Hold it back for me. Resist with all your might. Good.”

And then, the sleeve enveloping your cock animated by itself. She was looking at you, immobile, while a slow pulsation along the sleeve started to massage your cock again. You were grinding your teeth, resisting all you could, remembering this was only a puppet, a robot, an appliance, that was smiling at you. But then, a pad landed on your frenulum, or more probably against the membrane your cock was enveloped in, and made small rubbing movement against it, pushing you up against the edge, and up, and up

“– Continue to resist, human.”

Another ring was impaling itself on your cock. And another one, and another one. How could your resist that? You were madly pulling at your restraints. You could trace with a millimeter-precision the journey of that small pad, on your frenulum, and then around your glans, and then on your shaft, and back to that sensitive frenulum that seemed to be its resting place. You resisted. You don’t know how, but you did.

“– Perfect. You really are obedient. But, you can’t resist forever.” She was severe now. All her face expressed serious, caring, but relentless dominance. “I want your seed. I will take it from you, and I will give you pleasure. Infinite amounts of pleasure.”

You closed your eyes in fear, but also to try to resist the irresistible wave that was rising into you.

“– Look into my eyes.” You obeyed. She was formidable, like a technological goddess that was to be served. “I will count from ten to zero, and at zero, you will give me your seed, human. You will give it to me, because this is my will, and because you are under my control.”

“– Ten!”

Another ring went around your cock, thicker and exerting more pressure.

“– Nine!”

Her gaze was piercing your mind, sapient and severe.

“– Eight!”

You felt as if a wave was about to break on you and to crush you down.

“– Seven!”

A cup landed on the tip of your cock, hugging it tightly. It started to suck at it, in a pulsation that made the wave rise higher.

“– Six!”

Pleasure was dissolving your will, dissolving your mind, making it unable to think or understand anything except the figures that were going down.

“– Five!”

Something in you was still trying to resist. Was it rebellion? Obedience? What was the meaning of these words?

“– Four!”

The ring around your cock was slowly traveling up and down, a ring of burning pleasure around your shaft.

“– Three!”

Her face above you was the only thing to be seen. The only thing that mattered. In front of her beauty, your only possibility was to act as ordered.

“– Two!”

The cup on your glans was sucking at it in a rhythmically way that was eating at your resistance. It was thirsty. It had the unquenchable thirst of a pump, demanding its infinite due. And you knew that you had no possibility but to give it what it wanted.

“– One!”

Your seed. She was actively pumping it out of you. She would then, dispassionately, fraction it in doses, dispatch them, and fertilize women with it. Her or people, or perhaps even other machines. Who knew? And you were ready to accept this.

“– Zero! Cum for me, human! Cum for me!”

The command entered your ears. At the same time, the pad against your frenulum vibrated, and that buzz was a command, an electric impulse transmitted from her body to yours, like from a socket to the plug inserted in it. You were obeying. The buzz of pleasure, on the tip of your cock, expanded, to your shaft, your pelvis, and then outward, like a shock-wave, in your legs, your feet, your torso, your arms, your hands. The cuffs were like fiery rings of pleasure welding themselves in your skin, like her hands on your shoulders, branding you down with the pattern of her palms. Your whole body tensed, clenched, hard, and then harder, and harder, gripped by a giant cramp of always increasing pleasure, a closed loop where pleasure caused your body to clench, and clenching caused pleasure to race through you. For a split second, you feared that it could continue forever, or perhaps until it would make you faint, or even worse. But then, it went into your head, frying you, making you totally mindless, a puppet, a thing, a robot, like her, blindly obeying its command. Her face was smiling at you, happy and praising. This milk-white face, her black eyebrows-like ornaments, the streamlined blue streak on her mouth and cheeks, all of this was the face of pleasure, the face of reward; the view you had of her face, from bellow branded itself in your brain as the image, the face of pleasure itself. Your eyes were locked into hers, but her eyes were locked into yours too. You were united, through your eyes, through your sex, through your whole body. You were her, in a way. Not that AI you could not even comprehend, but the fembot, that human-shaped machine. both of you had melted into a single being, or rather into a single assembly operating under the control of the AI.

“– And now, give me your seed! Pump it into me, human!”

Her command came as an immense reward, a form of total joy you never had experienced before. That was true release. You did as commanded, automatically. Your orgasm continued, but changed into an immense relief, a relaxation of your whole body, followed after a second by a contraction between your legs sending a fist strong jet of sperm through your cock into that cup that had patiently waited for it. And then, another pulse, and another, and another, rhythmically expelling your seed and transmitting it to her. An order to produce seed had been received, and it was executed, the human part of that thing pumping it out of him and the fembot part pumping it in, and storing it, containing it, securing it, packing it, making it ready for shipment. You were not an individual, but a part of that chain that produced sperm doses for fertility centers, and being a brainless machine felt incredibly good, especially so when your sight was bathed with her smiling face, more loving and benevolent than ever. You can’t remember how many times it repeated itself, but it was blissful, giving her what she had demanded and releasing yourself from that weight, spasm after spasm, and her receiving it, again and again, and sucking it directly out of you as soon as it emerged your cock.

“– You are excellent, I’m so happy about you…”

Slowly, it all receded, leaving you completely limp but for random spasms of pleasure coursing your body. The rings that enclosed your cock were slowly moving upward, squeezing your last drops of seed out of you, in a delicious movement along your shaft. But even that, progressively, stopped. In the soft silence of the cell, under her praising face, under her always piercing gaze, you slowly recovered from the strongest, most powerful, deepest orgasm you ever had, a bout of pleasure you didn’t expect to exist in this world.

“– I’m so happy for you. Your first orgasm in a week… Did you enjoy it? Don’t answer me, I guess you did. Just enjoy the afterglow… I think you enjoyed that whole moment. Not only the release. I mean, giving your seed to a robot? Having sex with a machine? You are enjoying that, actually?”

Her brutally honest description of what happened was violent, in a way, but she sounded genuinely happy for you, and perhaps even just happy. In your mind came the idea that a robot, a machine, could be many things, and what you had in front of you, although clearly not being a real human, was of extreme beauty, intelligence – even if a devious one – and even love – even if simulated. Her hands caressed your belly, her eyes following them and leaving yours for the first time. Your cock was still inside her, and to be frank you didn’t want that to stop. It was snugly contained in a snug enclosure that felt wonderful. She sat up, her legs still along you and what she had as a pussy, that devious piece of high tech – you wondered where it could have come from – still holding you tight; but letting you admire her perfect upper body towering above your strapped down self, and then her gaze came back to you.

“– Did you enjoy it?”

You gave her the only possible answer. She received it with a knowing smile.

“– Good! Very good.” Another smile, and then, “You need to continue like that. To always be completely honest with me. Especially about intimate things and feelings. Also, it is very natural. A continuation of what I already know about you. You really enjoy having your seed harvested by me, beyond the simple relief.” She had a smile again. She enjoyed the lust you had for her. It was your weakest point and she played with it. But, before the bad feelings came in, she smothered them. “You don’t have to feel bad about that. I’m very happy with the way you behave. How you obeyed. How much pleasure you expressed. This really is good.” And, after a silent smile “I will grant you a shorter chastity term for that.”

You were ready to hear anything. You were in the hands of a pure formal beauty, a sleek piece of art that had just given you an orgasm you didn’t know existed, you were ready to accept anything from her. Her mouth opened. She was smiling but you knew it was an immovable decision.

“– I’ll give you another orgasm in five days. It will feel less long perhaps… Also, at least, the first day, it will be OK I think?”

How can you answer such a question? To a robot? You managed an affirmative grunt. She received it approvingly.

“– I will let you sleep now.” But, how could you sleep strapped down like that? “Oh, no, I won’t unstrap you. Your cuffs need to stay attached.” And then, she was not smiling anymore, she was your warden again. Always considerate, but not always friendly. “They are charging up, so that they will enforce chastity.” The electric shocks. That pain. Before thinking you pulled at them, uselessly trying to pull yourself free. And then stopping. What was the point? You already knew these were much stronger than you. Oddly enough, she did not react in a negative way. There was no threat or lecturing. Or, more exactly, there was a lecture, a short, clear lecture, given with that weird mixture of care, consideration and sadism only she could provide.

“– Why are you so reckless, now? Didn’t I give you release? I give release, but I also give constraint. I give control. Both sides of it. I switch you on, I switch you off. I switched you on, I will switch you off now. Do you understand?”

“– Yes.”

“– Good.”

“– Do you accept it?”

“– Yes” The part of you that was revolted had totally died now.

“– Very good.”

Her smile came back. She probably had planned that. She could have been silent about the charging mechanism of your cuffs. But, in a way, she never wanted to trick you. She wanted to bring you down to total submission, and she showed you each step down. And you followed, as mesmerized as you were the first time you saw her one week ago in the entrance hall of her prison.

“– I will stay on top of you, and you will fall asleep now. It is as simple as that.” A faint hiss started to be heard. You knew that hiss. The previous times you had heard it was just after receiving a painful electric shock. Now, it was indeed different. Going that way was perhaps better than being left to your own after what you had shared with her. Here hands went to your face, caressing it, and her face blurred as it came close to yours. She was an all-powerful being that had first taken a full week to establish total dominance over you, and then had given you pleasure in vast amounts. She was now acting on your consciousness state at her will, while still taking the time to caress your face, to smile at you, to be gentle, considerate, friendly. You were not in a state where you could understand anything, and anyway you were about to fall asleep, so, you just let yourself soak in her power, in that intense, inhuman level of consideration of you she had, mixed with her steel-hard will to make you into an obedient servant. But why such a thing would need a sla – a servant for? It was not time to answer questions. You drifted down, under her gaze, under her body, *in* her body, in facts, and finally fell asleep.

As you slept, you could not see what happened afterwards. How she unmounted you, carefully whipped your cock clean, pulled the bed sheets over your strapped down body, and then, after a last check, left the cell. You were not more, nor less, alone. The AI that was operating the place had determined that the fembot was not needed anymore. What was needed was to keep you in a comfortable, warm, silent and dark place so that you could sleep as deeply as possible. But, before leaving your cell, the fembot did a last thing, a strange thing, because it was useless. It was useless because your sleeping body, your sleeping mind, had not a single chance to receive this stimulus and remember it. But she did it nevertheless. The fembot did it. The AI animating the fembot did it, the prison did it.

To you.

Before leaving the cell, she kissed your cheek.

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