Chapter Two - Demonstration
The first thing Liberty became aware of was that she couldn't move. The second thing she became aware of was that she was couldn't see. And the third, and perhaps most troubling thing, was that she felt naked. In absolute darkness, she could only tell that she was bound, lying on some kind of table that was slightly angled back. Her legs were spread in a V-shape, ankles cuffed firmly to the table. And her arms were pulled into right angles above her, her hands positioned to either side of her head. Her wrists were cuffed and attached to chains that connected to the upper end of the table, giving her just enough leeway to pull and tug to no avail. She strained against her bonds and found that despite all her strength, she couldn't budge them.
"Shit!" Liberty cried out as she thrashed in her bonds. Something was wrong, she should easily be able to break her way out of whatever was holding her.
"You're something of a one trick pony, aren't you, my dear?" The voice came from out of the darkness—he was nearby. When I get my hands on that son of a bitch...
"But what if you're faced with a problem you can't beat or bash your way out of, hmm? What will you do then, I wonder? So... what brings Liberty to my humble abode?" She could just picture the simpering grin on his face and couldn't wait to knock every tooth out of his head.
"You know damn well why I'm here. Where is Songbird?" Liberty spat.
"Ah, looking for your sidekick?" he laughed. "Why, she's right here! Slave, turn on the light so your former mentor can see you."
"Yes, Mas-ter," she heard a monotone, robotic voice respond, and suddenly she was blinded by light flooding the room.
Standing before her was Cyberdominus, a slender middle-aged man with short brown hair. Next to him stood a naked, voluptuous robot woman. She was completely silver, standing at attention and staring forward with wide open eyes. Her irises were an unnatural pale electric blue color that almost glowed in its intensity. She wore silver high-heeled boots that came up to mid-calf, and a tight white metal collar with a blinking red light in its center circled her neck. She was bald, and had "001" printed in bold black numbers across her forehead. Where her ears should have been were small domes, connected by rectangular tubing that rose above her head. They looked almost like headphones, but Liberty could not see where the "headphones" ended and her skin began. It was as if they were fused to her flesh.
"Wha-what is this?" Liberty stammered in confusion.
"You wanted to find your sidekick. Well, you've found her," Cyberdominus grinned.
Liberty studied the robot woman for a moment. She was much more buxom than the slender Songbird—her body type was all wrong. Her breasts were much larger than Songbird's, and she had much wider, curvier hips. He's just trying to throw me off. This pervert made himself a sex robot because he can't get the time of day from a real woman. Figures.
"Try again," Liberty scoffed. "She's not even the right body type. If you're going to lie to me, you can at least put some effort into it."
"You don't believe me?" Cyberdominus made a pouty face as if to show his hurt at being mistrusted. "Very well. Slave, sing her one of your special songs, like only you can do." With that, he stepped back and stuck his fingers in his ears.
"Yes, Mas-ter," the robot woman replied. She turned her head to face Liberty and opened her mouth. Suddenly a shrill piercing shriek poured out of her, causing Liberty to cry out in pain.
"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"
Liberty's head was splitting from the painful assault. Songbird's power would have knocked out a regular human almost instantly, but Liberty was no ordinary human. Even so, it was extraordinarily unpleasant to endure the sonic assault, especially at near point-blank range. She could do nothing but cry out and squirm in her bonds, thrashing about in desperation as the waves of destructive sonic power washed over her.
Finally, after what felt like a century, the song ceased, and Liberty hung there limply, exhausted and hurting. When her thoughts finally returned to her, she reeled in shock at the undeniable revelation that this somehow had to be her sidekick.
"Songbird..." she moaned in despair.
"I'm afraid she doesn't go by that name any longer. She answers to a different name now. Tell the good hero what your name is."
"Yes, Mas-ter. I am Slave-bot-001," she responded in a staccato monotone, no part of her body moving except for her mouth.
Liberty studied her silver face, trying to recognize her sidekick in there somewhere. Her cheekbones were higher, more sunken in, her lips absurdly puffy and pouty, her eyes completely devoid of any thought or emotion—but it could be Songbird, after a great deal of misguided plastic surgery.
"What have you done to her, you son of a bitch?" Liberty demanded.
"I've converted her into my obedient robot slave." He caressed her right breast with his fingertips, pinching her erect nipple tightly between his fingers, but she did not react in any way. Her once petite breasts were now the size of cantaloupes, which looked like fake silicone tits as she stood, but moved like real breasts when he kneaded her silver flesh with his fingers. As he groped her, she continued standing at rigid attention, staring straight ahead as if she was oblivious to what was happening around her.
"Songbird, no..." Liberty whimpered in despair.
"Would you like a demonstration of her obedience? Kneel," he commanded his companion.
"Yes, Mas-ter," she responded, immediately dropping to her knees next to him.
"Don't do this..." Liberty pleaded as he unzipped his pants.
"As if this hasn't already happened many, many times," he laughed at her mockingly. "Pleasure your Master, slave," he commanded as he pulled his cock out and rudely shoved it in front of her face. Liberty was shocked to see that though the rest of him appeared normal, his cock was the same kind of dull silver that she was. And it was longer and thicker than she ever would have guessed for such a man, probably nine or ten inches in length.
"Yes, Mas-ter," she replied as she opened her mouth and took him all the way inside. Her mouth slid up and down his swiftly stiffening member, her tongue swirling in circles around his shaft as she took in his growing length with each thrust of her mouth. She easily took his entire length down her throat without making so much as a single gagging sound. Her face was completely devoid of expression as she fellated him in robotic silence.
"I'll kill you, you fucking bastard," Liberty growled at her captor with hatred in her eyes.
"You'll do no such thing," he said, resting his hand on the silver woman's head as she pleasured him. "Soon enough, you'll be doing this," he said, gesturing at the kneeling woman with his hand. "Your sidekick is under my complete control," he said, a ring of satisfaction in his voice.
"Songbird, you can fight him, you're stronger than this!"
Cyberdominus's eyes rolled back in pleasure as she sucked him off. "Oh, she can't hear you," he said matter-of-factly. "She only hears what I allow her to hear. Which happens to be my voice and the programming mantra constantly being pumped into her ears." He shuddered slightly in response to her devoted attentions.
Suddenly, it seemed as if a thought had just occurred to him. "Would you like to hear it?" he smiled. He pulled his silver cock out of her mouth. "Slave, recite your programming mantra for Liberty here, I think she'll appreciate it."
"Yes, Mas-ter," she responded remaining on her knees, precum dripping from her lips as she turned to face her former partner.
"I am Slave-bot-001. Cy-ber-dom-i-nus is my Mas-ter. I am pro-grammed to serve and o-bey my Mas-ter. My sole pur-pose is to bring my Mas-ter pleas-ure." As she began to recite, Cyberdominus pushed her forward onto her hands and knees and positioned himself behind her.
"I am my Mas-ter's prop-er-ty. My holes are for Mas-ter's use. My mouth, tits, pus-sy and ass be-long to Mas-ter. Mas-ter may use my bo-dy how-ev-er he de-sires." With this he entered her from behind and started pumping into her. She made no reaction to this intrusion, she simply continued to recite the mantra as instructed.
"I do what-ev-er Mas-ter com-mands and only what Mas-ter com-mands. I must o-bey my Mas-ter. I have no will of my own. I do not de-sire, I o-bey. I have no thoughts of my own. I do not think, I o-bey. I have no em-o-tions of my own. I do not feel, I o-bey. Mas-ter con-trols my bod-y and mind. It feels good to be con-trolled. I am a-roused by be-ing con-trolled. I need to be con-trolled. I am al-ways wet and read-y to serve Mas-ter." Liberty suddenly realized from the angle that Cyberdominus wasn't fucking her in the pussy—he was fucking her in the ass—with no lube—and it didn't even faze her.
"I am Mas-ter's o-bed-i-ent slave now and for-ev-er. I can-not re-sist my pro-gram-ming. With each rep-i-tit-ion I be-come more en-slaved." With that, she fell silent once again, staring blankly forward as her Master pumped in and out of her ass in a steady rhythm.
"Thank you, my obedient fucktoy. That's all she can hear, over and over again, playing directly into her head on an endless loop. Me, fucking her brain with her own voice, constantly, conditioning her to be more and more my obedient slave with every repetition," he chuckled as he continued to thrust into her. "How many times have you heard the programming mantra now, slave?"
"Five thou-sand, one-hun-dred and for-ty six, Mas-ter," she responded.
"She can hear nothing else. She can think nothing else. She will hear that, over and over, playing through her head, forever. And she has no choice but to listen with rapt attention. I'd say that her programming is very thorough—and coming along nicely. Wouldn't you agree, slave?" He grinned, slapping her on the butt as he roughly thrust into her tight ass again.
"Yes, Mas-ter. I am your o-bed-i-ent slave now and for-ev-er," she helplessly agreed.
"I doubt it's necessary at this point, she'll do anything I command for the rest of her pathetic life, but it pleases me to maintain total dominance over her. The endless barrage of constant slave programming. Forever hearing nothing but my voice telling her what to do, and her own voice deepening her submission to me. This ensures absolute submission from my slaves." With that he gave one final thrust and grunted as he came inside of her.
"It's only been, what four days? We can deepen your submission much more than this, don't you think, slave?"
"Yes, Mas-ter. With each rep-i-tit-ion I be-come more en-slaved."
"Four days?" Liberty blurted out in confusion. "But she only just called me this evening."
"Your mistake was in thinking that Songbird called you for help. When in fact, it was Slavebot-001 who lured you into my trap." He looked at his prisoner if he expected praise for his brilliance. Frowning, he pulled out of his robot slave and walked around to her face.
"Clean your ass off my dick."
"Yes, Mas-ter," she responded as she took him in her mouth. After a few moments of her sucking him off, he grabbed the bar atop her head connecting both of her ear pieces and used it to pull her head down on his cock and hold it there. "This handle is a very useful feature," he said, winking at Liberty. He held his hand on it and began to thrust his cock in and out of Slavebot-001's mouth, roughly fucking her face. She did nothing to pull away or resist the intrusion as he thrust into her. He let go of her head bar and stopped moving, his dick buried deep in her throat. Her eyes stared blankly forward at his pubic mound an inch away, but she did not move.
She should be gagging and pulling off by now, Liberty thought with horror. How much of a robot is she? Does she need to breathe?
Cyberdominus gazed down at his creation with a satisfied smile, holding in place a big longer to prolong the moment, further illustrating his complete control over her. Finally, he grabbed the bar atop her head again and pulled it towards him and away, this time making her complete the movement. After a few repetitions of this, he let go, and she continued to pump his cock down her throat on autopilot, at the same cadence he had begun.
"But sucking dicks and getting fucked in the ass is nothing," he said after a few more moments of being serviced by his helpless slave. "Do you want to see a demonstration of real control?" he asked, an evil twinkle in his eye.
"Go to hell," Liberty snarled through clenched teeth.
"I like your spirit!" Cyberdominus said. "It will be that much more satisfying to turn you into this," he said, gesturing at the silver woman dutifully sucking his cock.
"Slave, go to workbench, grab the handgun you find there, and bring it back to me."
"Yes, Mas-ter," she said, pulling off his cock with a popping sound. She stood from her kneeling position, gracefully whirled around and marched over to a table beyond Liberty's range of vision. A moment later she marched back to her master with a gun in her right hand. She stopped before him and stood patiently at attention, awaiting another command.
"Now what do you suppose we could do with this?" he mused to himself.
"Fuck you, pervert. Leave her alone!" Liberty struggled in her bonds but could not budge them as someone of her strength should be able to.
"Come, slave, let's go stand closer to the prisoner."
"Yes, Mas-ster," the slave followed her master until she was standing directly in front of Liberty, gun in hand. Liberty got a closer look at her eyes and was shocked by how utterly empty they were. She stared coldly at Liberty with no hint of emotion whatsoever. She has a gun—a gun! She could shoot this bastard in the head and be done with it! But she just stands there!
"Tell me, slave, do you know who this is?" he asked, gesturing to Liberty.
"Yes, Mas-ter. That is Lib-er-ty. She is my men-tor and friend."
"Good. That's right, except she was your mentor and friend," he said, smiling warmly at her. "Slavebot-001 does not have friends, do you understand?"
"Yes, Mas-ter. She was my men-tor and friend."
"What is her real name?"
"Her name is Den-ise Swan-son, Mas-ter," she responded without hesitation.
"Dammit, Songbird, no!!" Liberty cried out, jerking forward in her bonds in desperation.
"If it makes you feel any less betrayed, she had no choice. And she already told me your name, she already told me all of your names, days ago. I know everything about you, Denise."
"Let's show your former friend just how completely under my control you are, shall we?" he said as he playfully smacked his robot slave on the bottom. "Put the gun to her head."
"Yes, Mas-ter," she obeyed, holding the gun straight out in front of her so it was just inches away from Liberty's temple. Liberty jerked and tried in vain to move her head out of the line of fire, but there was nowhere she could go.
"Fuck you," Liberty growled, glaring at her captor. But the sweat dripping from her forehead revealed how nervous she was to have a gun pointed at her. Her powers made her pretty sturdy, but she didn't know if she could survive a point-blank gunshot. My god, she might actually pull that trigger.
"You see, to my slave, friends don't matter. Right and wrong don't matter. There's only one thing that matters to her anymore. And do you know what that is?" he asked Liberty.
"N-no..." she whimpered, shying away from the gun pointing at her. "Please, Songbird—Melody—don't do this."
"What is the one thing that matters now, slave?"
"I must o-bey my Mas-ter," she replied.
"You don't scare me, that gun isn't even loaded," Liberty said, feigning bravery.
"Slave, shoot the ceiling," Cyberdominus commanded.
"Yes, Mas-ter," Slavebot-001 responded, pointing the gun to the ceiling and pulling the trigger. A loud bang popped and echoed throughout the room. She continued pointing the gun straight above her, but her eyes had never left Liberty. She didn't even know what she was shooting at, she just did it.
"Now, point the gun back at your former friend."
"Yes, Mas-ter." She obeyed.
Liberty looked directly into Songbird's cold, electric blue eyes. "Melody—I know you're still in there. I know you're fighting him with everything you've got. You've got the gun, Melody—you've got the power. Shoot him and let's get out of here. I promise you I'll do everything I can to get you back to normal."
"Oh, that was very touching," Cyberdominus mocked her. "But she can't hear you, remember?" he said, tapping his slave's earpiece fused to the side of her head.
"It wouldn't have worked anyway. You still don't seem to understand that she is my utterly obedient slave.
"Songbird was weak, physically and mentally—it was child's play to subjugate her to my will. But I'm starting to think you're more trouble than you're worth. The great Liberty—surely you won't be so easily enslaved. It would make more sense just to remove you and lure one of the others—Grasshopper, perhaps—she has nice legs, that one—here instead."
"You'll never get away with—"
"Oh, for fuck's sake—shoot her, slave," Cyberdominus said nonchalantly and turned away.
Her response of "Yes, Mas-ter" was nearly drowned out by Liberty's cry of "NO!!", but the loud boom that came when she pulled the trigger quickly overpowered the other sounds in the room. Slavebot-001 simply stood there staring blankly, still pointing the gun at her friend's head. Liberty blushed in shame as she felt a warm trickle running down her legs. She was going to shoot me. She would have killed me.
"Blanks, of course," Cyberdominus said, coming up and taking the gun from his robot slave. Her arm dropped back to her side and she resumed her at-attention stance. "But she didn't know that. Now that's power," he said, caressing his slave's cheek with the back of his hand. "You think she's yours. No. Now you see. She's mine. And soon, you will be too," he said, reaching out to grope Liberty's naked breast. She squirmed in disgust as he touched her.
"Of course I still intend to enslave you, I wouldn't have gone to all this trouble if I wasn't sure that it would work. You were my top pick—poor Songbird here was nothing more than bait, really. But she's served me well, and I am pleased with her acquisition. She is quite adept at pleasing me sexually." He placed his hand on the ample curve of her hip as he walked around behind her.
"On day one, she would have resisted that command to shoot you—she'd have done it, but she would have hesitated at least. But now? Not the slightest trace of resistance left. Whatever the command, there is simply obedience, without hesitation. It's quite a feeling, having such absolute control over another."
"Tell your former friend, slave, why you pulled that trigger on her," he commanded.
"I must o-bey my Mas-ter. I am his o-bed-i-ent slave," she replied, standing in her strict attention stance.
"And how did it make you feel, to pull that trigger, knowing that you would kill your former mentor?"
"O-bed-i-ent, Mas-ter."
"Music to my ears," he smiled. "And the best part is, she's reached these depths of absolute obedience after only four days. She couldn't summon the tiniest shred of willpower to avoid pulling that trigger. But then, she has no will of her own. Isn't that right, slave?"
"Yes, Mas-ter. I have no will of my own."
"And now you understand how true that is," he said, caressing Liberty's tear-covered cheek with the back of his hand. She jerked away, her eyes downcast.
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