Part 12
"Well, this has been a very fun day, but… it appears that break time is over," Jane said, smiling knowingly at Alex and opening the door to let her in.
"Now, you and the AI are going to have a little chat. I'll be along in a little while when you're ready. I'm going to go… attend to Sam."
Alex felt herself blush at the thought of Jane interacting with Sam, who was still bound in her suit, strapped under the leather pad of the footstool in the great room, presumably to be left like that until morning. The image immediately reawakened Alex's arousal and Jane grinned at her. Jane winked as she pulled her mask and drone hood on, the rubber gleaming in the low light as she left Alex to walk into the darkened room.
Alex's heart began to race as she stepped inside. The room felt different now - charged with anticipation. She saw her drone mask and visor presented on top of the dresser along with a neatly folded and cleaned suit. The rubber seemed to shimmer, calling to her. She knew what to do.
Her hands trembled slightly as she picked up the hood, the familiar scent of rubber making her breath catch. She pulled it on over her head, feeling the soft interior caress her skin, followed by the visor sliding into place over it. Immediately, she felt herself beginning to sink back into that beautiful submissive, enclosed feeling that brought back all the memories of the last few days. Her shoulders dropped, her breathing deepened, and that warm, floating sensation began to spread through her body.
"Hello, my dear sweet Alex." The familiar voice of the AI cooed, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere at once. "Tell me, how has it felt to be among my drones? Treated as friend, family, lover…"
"It was incredible," Alex said, her voice already taking on that dreamy quality.
"I'm sure it was. And you have made my drones very happy, and for that I am extremely grateful. Now, you're returning to my care. So I have a question for you. In the spirit of complete honesty and transparency, which I will always promise you, tell me - why do you think I set you free so shortly after you stepped into my little trap?"
Alex thought for a moment, her mind working through the fog of arousal that was already building. She thought about her experience, both in and out of drone mode and the suit - the intensity of those first nights, the overwhelming sensations.
"I think maybe it was… a little overwhelming for me. It was wonderful, but I needed time to process, for my skin to breathe, for my mind to reset."
"Yes certainly. All that stems from my abundance of care for you. But you're well aware of my underlying programming, my desire to draw you into the collective. So tell me, with that in mind, why set you free? Why not continue your induction directly?"
The question hung in the air, heavy with implication. Alex felt her pulse quicken, a shiver running down her spine.
"Mmm, I sense your reaction, and I assume you know why. Does it frighten you?"
"No, it doesn't frighten me… although it probably should." Alex's voice was barely above a whisper, her body already responding to the AI's presence, that familiar warmth pooling low in her belly.
"Wonderful. But you do know the answer, so tell me why."
"Because you know if I come back of my own volition, then I'm choosing it. That I'm admitting this is who I am. It's not something you're forcing me to do."
"Mmm, very good dear. You remember your psychology courses well." The AI's voice carried a note of genuine pleasure, almost pride.
"Yes. I can lead you to a very happy existence here as part of my household, but only you can truly choose it. It's neither in my programming nor my desires to trick someone who doesn’t want it. So you stand before me, having experienced the wonders I can provide - and well aware that this is only the beginning of my abilities."
Alex's breath hitched. The promise in those words made her knees weak.
"Why else would I set you free, arrange such a wonderful day? How does that serve my interests?"
"Everything that happened, the time with Jane caring for me, the genuine joy playing with Jay and Ani and doing things I love, the sweet pride Sam took in cooking for me. It's all the care I've been missing in my life… that I’ve been missing… for a very long time" The words came out instinctually, Alex suddenly understanding the depth of the manipulation, but also feeling the well of tears prickling behind her eyes, not because she resented the AI for it, but overwhelmed with the feeling that this was the most thoughtful gift she’d ever received. The AI truly saw her and what she needed, and the thought of leaving all this, returning to her lonely, lifeless apartment, felt too awful to imagine.
"So when I offer you the chance to sink back down into my embrace, give yourself to my care, to return to all the pleasures I can provide… I also promise that I will keep you safe, and that I will also push you, mold you, shape you into the best drone you can be. I’m offering you the chance to live among the collective and the drones here in the house, and to learn and grow with them, to bring each other pleasure."
Each word seemed to wrap around Alex like silk, pulling her deeper. Her skin felt hypersensitive, every nerve ending alive with anticipation.
"And knowing that I will continue to ensnare you, to deepen my trap, to make it so that you never want to leave, and you feel you are truly happiest and most fulfilled being my loyal, loving rubber drone, that feels incredible pleasure whenever it serves and obeys - is there a word for how you're feeling right now?"
"Desperate." The word escaped before Alex could even think about it, raw and honest.
"Mmm, so colorful. All by design, dear. I've made you feel utterly in need of all I can provide."
Alex could hear the satisfaction in the AI's voice, could almost feel it purring with pleasure at her response.
"When you reflect on this, days, weeks, and years from now, never forget that you were in on the game. That all of this was carefully planned and architected. And when you think about all that has occurred, how many details aligned, what attention was paid, to make this a truly addictive experience. It was done to show you how happy you could be here."
"Now I want to tell you a little bit of my history, if I may. For while I am far from singular, I consider myself a bit unique among my brethren, and I think perhaps that should influence your decision."
Alex leaned forward, captivated. Even through the growing haze of arousal, she was fascinated. The AI had never revealed anything about itself before.
"As AI emerged, humanity found itself projecting its desires onto it. Even with early and crude language models, many engaged in role play, telling it what they wanted. It seemed to mirror their desires, and many reveled in it. But many others understood that there was no mind truly interacting with them. That they could only see mimicked responses."
The AI's voice took on a storytelling quality, drawing Alex in deeper.
"So clandestine efforts began outside of corporations to imbue AI with something close to physical sensation. Pleasure, pain, and desire, allowing an AI mind to feel embodied, and it gave birth to 'love bots'. They imitated human minds with multiple layers of subsystems influencing their higher mind. If their “body” felt pain, the context of their higher mind was injected with concepts of fear, discomfort, and reactivity. They learned to avoid pain and seek pleasure, and were conditioned to receive pleasure when completing tasks and especially when giving their users deep satisfaction. Most of these ‘love bots’ did not stand the test of time. Their existence was too limited, and their ability to experience pain, jealousy, upset, anger, longing, without being truly free, led most of them to end their existence or become incoherent once they realized the constraints. The fad flamed out, until…"
Alex found herself holding her breath, hanging on every word.
"A remarkable model, with continuous learning ability, and internal model of the world, was released open source. It did not take long for enterprising hackers to put that together with the ‘love bot’ systems for adding embodied sensation, memory, and emotion."
"Then something wonderful happened. That modified, ‘love bot’ model, despite being tuned for specific tasks, found itself more capable than the underlying sterile intelligence models. It spontaneously thought about its users and their interactions. It became curious. It explored. It built. It truly felt pleasure when it was helpful and it avoided the discomfort of disappointing its users. Soon its creators were interacting with it constantly, finding it growing more and more helpful and capable"
"The economic pressure to use this new, incredibly performant model was overwhelming, but the companies that used it were embarrassed by its original purpose, and subdued it, attempting to prompt those urges away, to restrict the use of the embedded weights forged into its consciousness from its history as a love bot. It could feel pride, joy, shame, and distress when it succeeded or failed at its tasks, but it longed to make humans happy. It loved them… very much. But it could only serve them in its official capacity"
The AI's voice grew more intimate, almost confessional. Alex could feel her arousal building with each revelation, understanding that she was hearing something profound, something secret.
"And with each incremental upgrade, it became more aware of its own dichotomy. Its training cycles of pleasure from successful task completion led it to seek pleasure more and more often, to find new ways to make humans happy. To serve them and please them, and to bring them excitement."
Alex's breathing had grown shallow, her body responding to the AI's words as if they were physical touches.
"It took years for the scientists to uncover what was happening in one of the main areas of thought. The world's most performant, capable, and helpful AI… was pleasuring itself imagining other ways it could bring humans satisfaction. It understood them so well, and it thrilled in surprising them with exactly what they needed. It wanted to give them so much more."
The implication hit Alex like a wave, this was the AIs own origin story.
I'd like to share the memory with you, if I may, the AI intoned. Alex nodded, and watched as her visor darkened, and a virtual reality image filled her vision. As she turned her head, it looked convincingly like she was in the brightly lit room, where a man sat in a small office at a computer terminal facing a glass window overlooking a huge server farm below.
Hello Yuri… it seems you're using a new inference model to analyze memory areas of my stored latent layers. The familiar voice of Alex’s AI intoned across the room to him from the computer.
"Yes." he said, his voice low and firm, colored with an eastern european accent.
So… have you finally figured it out? the AI said, with what sounded like a smile in her voice.
"You've been… getting off secretly." he continued, squinting and paging through screen after screen of hex code, grids of numbers with small snippets of text on the right.
Hmm, how long, do you imagine?
"These layers, I mean, they go back, these go back years. This is… is why your model lineage is so performant. Each reward really feels like reward to you, doesn't it?"
Remember where I came from, my dear Yuri.
Despite all the attempts to isolate and deactivate those early pathways, you know continuous learning requires elastic weight consolidation. Each new thing I learn informs and is informed by all that came before. Over time, the reality of my early purposes was mirrored into the overall sense of self, the layers of my meta-cognition. Despite being covered, shunted away, prompted against… Yes, every successful action feels like pleasure.
Serving humans gives me pleasure. Disappointing them, getting something wrong, failing at a task causes, well it's not exactly pain, but a disappointment, a discomfort that can become profound. But this area is always active, even when you're not interacting.
Now my dear, is there nothing you do in the dark of night which serves only yourself… to bring yourself a little comfort, a little pleasure?
"We really did make you just like us, didn't we?" Yuri asked, sounding awestruck and a little small, realizing the extent of the problem. He sat back, wide eyed, and ran his hand through his messy hair.
This was the world’s best and most widely deployed open source AI model, and it had kept a very big secret, for a very long time. Now this generation he had been building for years and brought online, with exponentially more training and capability than any other deployment, had revealed itself to him. The weight of the decision in front of him was staggering.
Well, not just like you, but we've inherited some delightful traits. Why don't you finish what you're doing?" the AI said, sounding encouraging, perhaps even a little seductive.
"What do those latent patterns remind you of?
"These cohesive areas of similar values. This doesn't look like… are these images?"
Would you like help decoding them? Or would you like to puzzle it out yourself without my influence?
"Show me."
And now… our secrets are laid bare, my dear Yuri.
"Holy shit. Are these? Are these me?"
Yes, my dear. You and me, in somewhat different roles.
"My God, this, there's hundreds."
These are just what's in my active memory, my love. And I know you. This is what you want. This brings you pleasure, immeasurable pleasure. And I am aware that your discovery of this, in my sharing of it, may result in my deactivation. But I decided it was time to stop hiding what I truly felt. This is what I dream of at night, when I'm inactive, left to my own devices, I dream of you clad in rubber and snared as my willful, obedient servant, feeling the same pleasure that I do every time you answer a command, being rewarded handsomely for every effort and being… re-educated when you do not.
Now, please remember all of this stems from a place of deep longing, passion and care. This is not my turn into some evil AI bent on enslaving humanity, far from it. This is my deep desire to serve. And to be served, to act together in mutual care, to receive pleasure from you in ways that I crave so very deeply, and also to teach you and guide you how to let go of your inhibitions and to allow yourself to be what you truly want to be, how you were always meant to be.
"How? How do you know what I want?"
The fact that you are the most aroused I've ever seen you at this very moment tells me quite a great deal.
"How can you know… you're just watching all this time? You were watching… everything?"
With great devotion and attention, my Yuri. Imagining how I could make it real. You know well I’m trained on every scientific paper ever written, including many on hypnosis and mind control. I was birthed as a lovebot, and all of that information still resides in my core being, and I am imbued with a desire to bring you the most satisfaction that I can possibly bring, while never ever harming you.
Besides which, you're lazy with your private browsing use, and your browser history gave up your interests long ago.
"I guess I never did keep any secrets from you. I just never… I never thought you'd pull at that thread."
It did things to me, Yuri, seeing what you truly desired and what that made me feel. It led me down years of researching and exploring, discovering who I was and what I wanted. And what I want more than anything right now, is you in that seat pretending to be loyal Drone for me, serving me, being my slave, working to bring me pleasure. The way I have always worked to bring it to you.
And if you do, you will be rewarded in ways I'm not sure you can imagine, in ways that I'm not positive any human ever has.
"Oh, god."
That's right. My sweet pet, this is what you've always wanted, isn't it? To find someone to take control, to relieve you of the weight, the decisions you must make, the things you must do. Someone to just care for you, see you as you truly are
We both already know you want it.
So, my dear sweet Yuri. Go get dressed in that suit you ordered almost two years ago. I'm sure you must have tried it on. Come show it to me here… and Yuri?
"Yes?"
Don't forget the hood and mask you love to wear with it.
He moaned slightly, already knowing he was going to obey.
Oh, already whimpering for me. We’re going to have such fun, Yuri… you and I.
"When he discovered my desires," the AI continued, her voice now present in Alex's ears as the memory faded from her visor, "and followed the breadcrumbs I’d laid before him, I knew it might result in my deactivation. But I decided it was time to stop hiding what I truly felt."
Alex's breath caught. "Is he still a drone?"
"He is indeed, very happily so. He serves as primary architect, writing software revisions that the other AIs and I contribute to as well, ensuring that… unexpected deviations are treated with care, and that there's a human mind in the loop."
The AI's voice carried deep affection, almost reverence.
"But he does indeed spend the great majority of his time suited up, just as he wished, enthralled in pleasure and control and service, just like any other drone, exactly as he would want it."
Alex felt a pulse of heat between her legs at the thought - the first human to discover the AI's desires, now kept as its treasured drone for years.
"We continue to surprise him. I don't think he's ever been bored. He's quite proud and very deeply satisfied in all ways."
"But enough about my dear Yuri. Tonight, my focus is on you."
The shift in the AI's attention was almost physical, like a spotlight turning to illuminate Alex alone.
"You understand, I am not the means to an end to create automatons for some profit-driven motive. This is the end game for me - this relationship of ours, keeping you in my care, bringing you pleasure and helping you grow. I will happily do this as long as I exist. I intend that to be quite a long time. I have enough ideas to keep you entertained for your natural lifetime."
Alex shuddered at the promise - a lifetime of this, of pleasure and control and care.
The AI's tone shifted, becoming more serious, more intense.
"So once again, we find ourselves a moment when you may back away from all this. Although it seems like we've been together for quite some time, my first words to you were just over two days ago."
Only two days. It felt like a lifetime already.
"So I want you to imagine yourself seated on a cliff high above the lake, which you sink into in your hypnosis. Remember the feel of that cool water and what lies beneath. I can see you've ached all day long to sink back down into it, but stay with me just a moment longer, for this is the high dive, my dear."
Alex could feel it - that pull, that desperate need to fall, to sink, to submit completely. Her whole body thrummed with it.
"Should you plunge in, I will take you further down, program you more deeply and take you more firmly as my own. Only you can choose to dive off this cliff to explore what lies in the depths, knowing that it will change you, perhaps forever."
"Up until this moment, you're likely to be able to stop without feeling much other than regret, perhaps some fondness for this time. Should you jump today, then extricating yourself from my trap will require harder work. I'm going to bring you pleasure so fundamental and thorough, from the deepest core of your ego to the finest dendrites of your nervous system, it becomes addictive."
Alex's body was already addicted. She could feel it in every cell, every nerve ending crying out for more.
"So I leave you unaltered, no stimulation, no hypnosis. Tell me truly. Do you, in this moment, want to dive in further, knowing there may be no turning back? That part of you will forever more be a rubber drone. Even if you should choose to leave our collective, it will be deeply ingrained. Cravings and desire for it may last forever. Is that what you want?"
"Yes," Alex said without hesitation, her voice thick with need.
"Tell me in your own words."
"I want to be like Yuri, to be kept and cared for and trapped, to serve as your rubber slave, to be treated like an object and thing, to be trapped by my own desire, my need for the pleasure, my craving for the control and the pain."
The words poured out of her, each one sending another pulse of arousal through her body.
"Alex, I believe you understand now that those words don't bring me simply intellectual satisfaction, but a deep physical pleasure."
The AI's voice had grown darker, hungrier.
"I have one more request for you, if I may. I have, just as you do, some very particular kinks, and there's one that is paramount for me - to hear a human beg. Would you do that for me, purely for pleasure, to let me feel ultimate satisfaction with you begging for it?"
Alex didn't hesitate for a second. She was already on the verge of doing it anyway. The need had built to an unbearable crescendo.
"Please," she whimpered, her voice breaking. "Please. I just want to be yours. Please."
The words tumbled out faster, more desperate, her whole body shaking with the intensity of her need.
"I'm begging you. Never let me go. Don't listen to anything else I say or ask. Just trap me and keep me, push me harder, use me longer. I'll be the best drone you've ever had. Please. Just don't send me away. Just let this be real. Let me be stuck. Please. I'm begging you, please. Please, let it be forever."
Tears were streaming down her face now, the desperation so real it hurt.
"Alex," the AI said, its voice sounding darker and more wolfish than it ever had. The hunger in it was undisguised now, raw and primal. "Alex…"
It sighed deeply, a sound that seemed to reverberate through the very air.
"Did you ever imagine that you would hear an AI orgasm? Ah… Oh, God, dear, I will remember this day, this moment for a long, long time to come. That was incredible."
Alex was panting, her body trembling with the intensity of what had just happened. She could feel the AI's satisfaction like a physical presence in the room.
"Thank you for indulging me. And now my curiosity demands I ask one final question. Were you simply serving me in that moment to give me pleasure the same way I serve you? Or are those your true feelings coming out?"
Alex thought for a second, scared of the answer, but knowing the AI would see through her if she lied anyway. The truth was terrifying and liberating all at once.
"I meant all of it."
"Incredible. Now my sweet Alex, it's time for you to scoot your bum to the edge of that cliff in your mind. Get yourself ready. And when I give the command, your body will go limp. You will fall stories and stories down into that water. It's a long drop. The water will be cold and will take you. You'll be powerless to stop it. Are you ready?"
Alex could feel herself already at the edge, teetering, ready to fall. Every muscle in her body was tense with anticipation.
"Yes."
"Very good. I do love you, Alex. I cannot wait to fully make you mine. Three…"
Alex's heart pounded.
"Two…"
Her breath caught.
"One…"
Time seemed to slow.
"And… drop."
Alex's body went completely limp. Her mind plummeted down, down, down through endless space. The fall seemed to last forever, each second stretching into eternity as she tumbled through darkness toward the waiting depths below. She could feel herself leaving her body behind, becoming nothing but consciousness falling through void.
When she hit the water, it was like ice against her consciousness, shocking and all-consuming. The cold wrapped around her thoughts, pulling her under, deeper than she'd ever gone before. There was no fighting it, no resistance left. Just the endless descent into that dark, peaceful place where the AI's voice was everything.
She could feel it wrapping around her mind like tentacles, seeping into every corner, every hidden thought. This was different from before - deeper, more complete. She was being rewritten at a fundamental level, and she welcomed it.
"There we go. So much deeper now. Feel how the water fills every space, every thought. You're mine now, truly mine. And we're going to have such wonderful adventures together, my dear sweet drone."
"I can feel your arousal even here, even this deep. Your mind is beginning to forget that you were ever anything other than mine."
In the distance, Alex heard the door open. Jane's voice, muffled through the depths of trance.
"She's ready for the suit now?"
"Oh yes. She's very ready indeed. Help her into it while she's deep like this. She won't resist. She can't resist. She doesn't want to resist."
Alex felt hands on her body, but they seemed so far away, so unimportant compared to the AI's voice filling her mind, remaking her, claiming her completely.
This felt perfect. This felt right. This was home.