Short term detention facility I The sentence [Fdom] [Fembots] [Chastity] [Prison] [mind control] [long background].

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 the second chapter, that I will post very soon (it’s already written!) is directly erotic. 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!

# Short term detention facility

**Chapter one: the sentence**

You were wrong to do that. Wrong and stupid. And the worst is, you got caught. It seemed so simple. Everybody was doing it, and was getting the dough. It was like a game, like, some sort of gambling where the gambler always wins. So, why not you? Well, you did it, and you felt the thrill of it, and you even got dough, too. But, not that much. Not enough. And then you got caught. You thought you were doing it carefully, but, well, clearly, you weren’t careful enough, and the IRS guys had no humor.

TEASER: Short term detention facility [Fm] [Fembots] [Chastity] [Prison] [mind control] [long background].

**This is a small teaser for a long story I’m writing, inspired by a series of audio scripts I wrote a few month ago. Tell me how much you like it, and if you want to read more about the interaction between this fembot and her prisoner. I feel like a teaser is completely inline with this story, where edging, tease and denial will play quite a big role.**

You knew that anthropomorphic robots were a thing. You were fascinated, strangely unsettled by the videos visible on the internet from some specialized companies. But you were not prepared to this.

“– Good evening sir. Can I see your ID?”

The robot in front of you looked as if it was a warm and welcoming hotel host. Or rather hostess. Clearly. More considerate, more human in facts than all the people you saw since you went out of this taxi two hours ago, centuries ago. You hand it, or her perhaps, your driver’s license, with the paperwork left from your brief brush with the “normal” penitentiary administration. She, well it took them, sorted and stored them in a drawer in a few, efficient movements, while continuing, conversationally.

Night lights (alien, healing, car crash, strong and conflicted emotions)

<< OK, things a getting out of hand. You were driving. You were merely driving in the night, you had an accident, and now, “of course”, an alien being is taking care of you. An alien lady is actually abducting you, strapped down on a levitating stretcher. Of course. OK. You will wake up. You need to wake up from this pathetic alien abduction delusion. >>

**WARNING. This story graphically and viscerally describes yourself being badly injured in a car crash. Also, it is not directly erotic, but it explores kinks (breathing mask, bondage, hypnosis, gentle Femdom, states of altered consciousness, among other things) and is written by an adult for adults.**

# Night lights

We all know how bad the world can be with us. Being human is about that: Beauty and horror, pleasure and pain, pain and relief. Pain, and healing. Healing. Healing feels so good, little one. Somebody taking care of you, because you are worth it. You are worth the time, little one. Yes, you are worth the time. You are worth the time, and it is what my story will be about today. A nice story about healing.