MaryBeth's College years

[Neighbor]

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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental. The pictures have been created by the author, and are NOT of any actual person.

Tags:
Language: English
Completion Status: Unfinished
Length: Long (Estimated)
Consent Type: Nonconsensual
Additional tags: Abduction, Bondage
(pics produced by AI)
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Index:

• Chapter 1 - Scouting, planning
• Chapter 2 - AI, Waking up, Training
• Chapter 3 - Switch to the Woman's POV
  
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  Title: MaryBeth's College years
  Author: Neighbor
  
  "Now, I'll never dance with another, since I saw her standin' there..." - Beatles 1963
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  Title of the Story - MaryBeth's College years
  
  Title of Chapter 1 - Scouting, planning
  
  So I spent the morning mowing around Taylor Hall, here at State University, hot day, I'm sweating like a pig, couple hours later I'm filling my glass in the refrigerated water fountain, and I go to my chair at the end of the main hallway, still quiet this late Saturday morning, I sit there on my usual perch, typing with thumbs onto my phone...
  
  I didn't see or hear her, so much as sense her coming up to me. Immediately I glanced up, and challenged her, "Young lady, you are SO out of dress code... where are your shoes? Your skirt?" I stopped, waiting, her face slightly intimidated, her cheeks trying to go rosy, but she held her expression, studiously neutral. "First year Legal", I thought to myself, smiling. Freshman Legal girls were SO tough, and underneath so vulnerable.
  
  "I locked myself out of my car last night, I got a ride in, and I can't get into my car, and I need some help..." Then she had a moment to process what I had said, and she challenged back, "Why? Are you the Jan...", immediately stopping, deciding she'd be less likely to get help if she insulted me.
  
  This chick was the kind, all blonde and fit, that would give you a hard-on if you sat and thought about her too long. I stood, turning my crotch to the side, away from her, and said over my shoulder, "I'll meet you in the parking lot, let me get my stuff." With her behind me, the image of bare feet, short bluejeans, brief halter top. ... But NOT a crap load of makeup. A little bit of a tease, but probably no time for relationships with people wanting to get her drunk, and fuck her.
  
  
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  Emerging into the parking lot, me in my green coveralls, my little name tag, "Tom"... I'm about 4 inches taller than her. She's got REAL wrists, her hands and feet big enough to not let a pair of cuffs slide off. She stood to the side of a Ruby-Red Mazda Miata MX-5, probably worth a $35 thousand dollar bill, it's top was up and the windows closed. Glancing at her, she's worried and hoping I won't fuck her car up, or scratch it or something. Her embarrassment at having to ask for help seemed to have faded, her worries about me challenging her clothing and lack of shoes, her near-insult of calling me a janitor apparently forgotten.
  
  I left her side, and walked around to the passenger door, pulled my plastic comb out of my pocket, and pushed it into the crack at the back of the window, pushing the comb to the side and opening a 3/8th inch crack at the top of the window. Moved the comb down the side of the window until the opening at the top remained open, pulled a thick wire-core nylon rod about 3 feet long out of my toolbag, and stuck it thru the opening above the passenger window. Guiding the rubber tip on the rod to the "pull lock", getting a hold, 15 seconds later the door popped open.
  
  I glanced back at her, she had stood motionless for a moment, then quietly said, "Oh my gawd." Her eyes were misted, and she began a stream of "Thank you's", as I turned back and clicked the button to unlock the doors. I interrupted her, "DAMN! ...I forgot to get you to agree you'd let me buy you coffee before opening this." She stopped talking, looked at my face, to judge the seriousness of my comment, and walked around to the driver side and got in. She was starting the car, as she reached over and pulled the passenger door closed. She drove off as I was picking up my comb off the ground, and I stood and watched the her drive out of the lot, onto the street, and disappear.
  
  Surfer Girl. Athletic. Probably Law student. Probably no time for relationships. She hadn't said anything about how she couldn't go to coffee because she was going with someone. I picked up my bag, and went to put it away.
  
  That night, I masturbated to the thought of her in a hogtie, with a cleave-gag on. "Yeah," I snickered to myself, "How do you get to know someone you have bound hand and feet, and have them gagged?" I judged it would take about 3 months or so for her to surrender to Stockholm Syndrome, to enjoy being a "slave". Another 3 to 6 months after THAT, before I would want to risk letting her out of my basement, to re-establish contact with her family, and get her back into school and all caught up and stuff.
  
  Now, I just needed to get a rural house with a basement. Oh, and a PLAN. I would need a "plan".
  
  Took me a month to find a little 2-bedroom, 2-bath ranch house about 8 miles out of our little university town. Ten acres, maybe 15 years old, decent looking place, small pond in the back yard. And the basement was perfect. ... even MORE perfect after I had installed a heavy door at the bottom of the stairs, and had set up a modest apartment, with 1-inch plywood underneath the drywall, bare cement floor, small kitchenette, bath and shower, a "double"-sized bed, this would look at least as nice as a standard college dorm.
  
  The "plan" was going to take a little bit longer. I passed her maybe every couple days in the hallway, most of the time she'd look in my direction and "nod". She'd already done this enough to "pay" for my rescue of her car. But she kept acknowledging my presence, and sooner or later I'd have to try to say "Hi", and see if I could get myself out of her "creep" box.
  
  "Drug" her? "Strong-arm" her? I started by putting an Apple Air-Tag on the inside of one of her wheel wells. I could "follow" her with my cel phone. She was pretty much dorm, store, every other weekend to her folk's home, every other weekend drive to the beach, usually with 2 or 3 girlfriends from the U. "Folks"? Did I mention that her folks had a BIG. ASS. HOUSE. Probably servants and shit like that. But as far as I could tell, she didn't have a job. Just stayed in the Dorm, or went to class, or to the store, or for a drive on weekends, but always with somebody. And never stayed overnight at the beach, and seldom at her folk's big house.
  
  This is nuts, I'm infatuated with someone because of the way she looks. And I haven't even had a conversation with her. I'm taking for granted that I can "tame her", like a horse or something. I want to "own" her, to take care of her, and to "use" her whenever I want. Am I "psychopathic"? What are my limits? What happens if she simply won't accept the reins I would put on her? I would be taking a risk with MY life, but also certainly with HER'S too.
  
  I pictured those long athletic legs, me with a hand on each knee, prying them open, the look of horror on her face... "Horse Tranq". Laced with fentanyl. Smeared on a barb or pin-prick that she'd touch, like when she gets into her car. Tied wrists, elbows, knees and ankles, with a soft, thick, nylon microfiber rope, mouth stuffed with cloth, and cloth tied around her mouth and neck, firmly holding the gag in place. When she struggles awake, welcoming her to her "new home". She would have to "earn" the privilege of not being gagged. Of not being cuffed to her bed. Of being able to choose what she wants to eat. How long would it take to get her to beg me to fuck her?
  
  I furnished her apartment, towels in the bathroom, dishes, plastic spoons and forks, paper plates and bowls. Sheets and pillow and comforter on the bed. Easy chair, table in her "dining room". I bought the drugs. I'd have to test them for impurities and strength. Devise a way to smear them onto a barb or a razor-fragment glued to the handle of her car door. For a little more money, I could make a device that was controlled by my phone, to stick a needle up thru her car seat, and into her butt. I smiled, closed my eyes, and pictured her modest, but feminine butt. And what pleasure awaited taking every shred of cloth off it, her helplessly watching thru frightened eyes, mumbling and moaning thru her gag, struggling with the rope binding her wrists and ankles.
  
  I had kept my distance, done nothing to attach myself to her, in other people's eyes, or in the view of the plentiful security cameras around campus. But I did keep an eye on my phone, and sometimes when she went to her folk's house, or to the beach with friends, I followed from a non-committal distance, establishing her patterns. Something like my 6th or 7th trip following her movements, it was dark, and she stopped at a gas station, off to the side of it, and went into the toilet. That side of the building was dark, and I scouted the roofline for security cameras. Nothing.
  
  
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  I stood at the side of the door, and when it opened, I stepped into her view and as she gasped her surprise, I slugged her in the pit of her stomach, and drove her wind out. She bent forward, her hands on her knees, trying to get a breath of air. I grabbed her hair into a bunch, and stepped behind her, drawing her head back up to my chest. I stuffed a cotton sock into her mouth, that was slowly and ineffectually shaking from side-to-side, and then wrapped 3 layers of duct tape over her mouth and around the back of her neck. In the recesses of my mind, I was aware that I had a raging hardon. One at a time, I pulled a wrist behind her and taped it, then taped the two wrists together, and jerking her hair, I pulled her to my rear passenger car door, and threw her inside, onto the car seat, on her stomach. I jerked one of her ankles to her wrists, and taped it, then the other ankle also taped, she was in a secure "hogtie" position, just starting to come-to, and struggle with her bonds, her head now furiously shaking from side to side, "MMMPPPHHH! MMMPPPHHH! MMMPPPHHH!"
  
  I went around to the other door, and climbed into the back seat, with her gagged face on my lap, and I used duct tape to mummify her entire face, leaving adequate openings for her nose. Then I pinched her nose closed, and I whispered threateningly to her, "MaryBeth, make a decision. Ride silently for a few minutes, or I pull over, and you die trying to get another breath of air... Nod your head if you understand." Her head shook from side-to-side for a few seconds, my thumb and finger keeping her air pinched off... then she was still... and then she slowly nodded. I let go of her nose, and listened with satisfaction as she inhaled several urgent, deep, but shaky breaths.
  
  I got out, and back into the driver's seat, and I drove her home. Leaving her car parked in that dark parking space beside that gas station.
  
  End of chapter 1
• Chapter 2 - AI, Waking up, Training
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[LaLia]

An interesting start with what seems to be a pretty popular scenario. The college girl and the janitor. A little uncreative at first glance, but you can still make a lot of sense of it.

You should pay a little more attention to the tense, though, as you sometimes switch back and forth between the past and present.

If I had to give one tip for improvement, it would be that more details could be added here and there to better describe the situation.

An example of the two points mentioned:

So I spent the morning mowing around Taylor Hall here at State University. It was a hot day, and I was sweating like a pig. A few hours later, I filled my glass from the chilled water fountain and walked to my chair at the end of the main hallway. It was still quiet on this late Saturday morning. I'm sitting there in my usual spot, tapping my thumbs on my phone...

In one tense and with more details than comparison:

So I had spent the morning mowing around Taylor Hall here at State University. The sun beat down mercilessly from the cloudless sky. The noise of the mower roared in my ears for hours, while sweat poured down my back. I could feel the sun turning my face red. I was sweating like a pig, and with every lap I wished I could just quit what I was doing and disappear into the shade somewhere—with a cold beer to go with it.

A few hours later, I finally stood at the chilled water fountain in the corner of the hallway. I poured the cool water into my glass. I drank it in hasty sips, savoring the coolness for a moment. Tired and sticky from the heat, I shuffled to my usual chair at the end of the main hallway, directly under the large window overlooking the old campus square.

It was still quiet on this late Saturday morning. Only the occasional slam of a door could be heard. I pulled my phone from my pocket and absentmindedly began tapping my thumbs across the screen. A few trivial messages, a glance at the clock, then a random scroll through old messages.

[Neighbor]

An interesting start with what seems to be a pretty popular scenario. The college girl and the janitor. A little uncreative at first glance, but you can still make a lot of sense of it.

An "interesting start" of what I had wondered if you were saying is "something generic and boringly familiar"?
College girl and "janitor"... who took pains to say that it would be an insult to call him a "janitor". (He's a student, abt 4 yrs older than MaryBeth, with a part-time job as a lawnmower. He was faking that he had "authority" to criticize her attire, on a Saturday morning.)
As an author, I was choosing to speak, not as if I was a college professor, but a quick stream of a college student's "let's hurry up and get this guy introduced because 'who and what he is' may not be intended to be particularly relevant to the overall story".

You should pay a little more attention to the tense, though, as you sometimes switch back and forth between the past and present.

Yes, the danger here is that you might be mistaken for an autistic student thinking to himself non-linearly (in "run-on" sentences)...

If I had to give one tip for improvement, it would be that more details could be added here and there to better describe the situation.

That is, "In one tense and with more details..."

So I had spent the morning mowing around Taylor Hall here at State University. The sun beat down mercilessly from the cloudless sky. The noise of the mower roared in my ears for hours, while sweat poured down my back. I could feel the sun turning my face red. I was sweating like a pig, and with every lap I wished I could just quit what I was doing and disappear into the shade somewhere—with a cold beer to go with it.

A few hours later, I finally stood at the chilled water fountain in the corner of the hallway. I poured the cool water into my glass. I drank it in hasty sips, savoring the coolness for a moment. Tired and sticky from the heat, I shuffled to my usual chair at the end of the main hallway, directly under the large window overlooking the old campus square.

It was still quiet on this late Saturday morning. Only the occasional slam of a door could be heard. I pulled my phone from my pocket and absentmindedly began tapping my thumbs across the screen. A few trivial messages, a glance at the clock, then a random scroll through old messages.

Here, of course, we make the guy a "pussy" if he's defeated by the sun shining. I wouldn't think that "sweating" could do more than make him thirsty, and establish why he was procrastinating sitting "in his favorite folding chair" in a cool University building, where my intention had been to provide a bare minimum of justification for being in a position to effect a "meeting", with who would become his "target". (very likely my laziness, autism showing, trying a minimal justification for his presence in the story)

Philosophy (at the risk of spoilers): "Rape", very much like murder, theft, or even suicide, is an extreme act of ultimate selfishness, often by a person who has been injured and carries a "grudge", or who simply was born (AS ALL BABIES ARE), "psychopathic", but that they never developed the ability to empathize with others, at least until late in their adult life. (As an aside, I would guess that I have spent more time in a therapy situation, than many people have spent simply being alive). You mix "grudge" with AUTISM, and you tend to have "lack of impulse control", and "disproportionate response", where innocent people are hurt beyond what caused the initial injury, that which caused the initial "Grudge".

Lastly, I absolutely affirm that MY shortcoming in writing is an "inattention to detail", perhaps partly from laziness, and maybe even trying to "force-feed" the reader to quickly get to the parts that I find interesting, and to the place where I can justify inserting MY philosophical messages/warnings.

I was a "Green Beret" in the 1960's, I was schizophrenic, I spent decades in govt, I am aspberger's autistic, I have taught computers and business in college, I am hypoglycemic, and I can quote PINK FLOYD: "Thought I'd something more to say..."

Thanks for your efforts in responding to my story.

[Claire]

So first question that begs to be asked. Did you have that intro in mind and then found that picture that goes with it or did you see that image and wrote the first meeting between Mary and Tom based on it? I'm really curious.

I think what I liked the most about this first chapter was that sudden moment of self-awareness here:

This is nuts, I'm infatuated with someone because of the way she looks. And I haven't even had a conversation with her. I'm taking for granted that I can "tame her", like a horse or something. I want to "own" her, to take care of her, and to "use" her whenever I want. Am I "psychopathic"? What are my limits? What happens if she simply won't accept the reins I would put on her? I would be taking a risk with MY life, but also certainly with HER'S too.

Don't get me wrong, Tom is clearly fucked up in the head, but I'm a bit of tired of the rapist as the unfeeling monster trope. Even a small interjection of self doubt like here is a breath of fresh air.

We don't get much out of Mary I think, so I'm not that interested in her. But even from Tom's obsessive perspective, I would have liked if he found something interesting about her other than her looks. I think obsession is rarely the result of looks alone. Maybe it's how she moves or talks, or he sees her caring for someone and wants her to care for him like she does for others. Basically, make his obsession rooted in a desire that goes a little deeper, that makes me think: "This is horrible... but I get the need underneath the obsession..."

Anyway, I'm glad you decided to post this here! I hope you get a bit more feedback from others, too!

[Neighbor]

So first question that begs to be asked. Did you have that intro in mind and then found that picture that goes with it or did you see that image and wrote the first meeting between Mary and Tom based on it? I'm really curious.

SPOILER ALERTS

ROFL... Thanks for asking. Here's the series of events:
- I wrote RU's "paragraphs for the top of stories" over about 15 yrs. I wrote a series of "tags" to be used. I wrote the "list of authors" and the "list of stories" for RU.
- Intrigued by the new "paragraphs" here at the Academy, I used a story post to experiment with the disclaimer paragraphs, and see what they looked like.
- By then, I discovered I couldn't "delete a post", so a "GENERIC STORY LINE" occurred to me (as LaLia observed), so I spent about 2 days trying to learn enough "AI" to be able to gen a pic (I could have easily PHOTOSHOPPED it - lol; but I wanted it to be an "AI", to keep the Academy free of possible "real pics"), and another day trying to figure out how to post it. (Ha, ha. Turns out both IMGUR and POSTIMAGE show your images as elements of a "post", and the links I was deriving were to the "POST" instead of the IMAGE FILE.)
- Then I felt "required" to write a story, I fluffed that first chapter up to about a thousand words, outlining what had been in my mind, and in the process I formed a plan for Chapter 2 to take the story up, about where I had left off a previous story (which I have now posted here at the Academy as, "Teri's Ride Home") about a woman being held captive from strictly the woman's POV. (She has to decide whether to allow him redemption, or destroy him... with the possibility that he's a psycho and kills her). With THIS STORY, I assume she gets fucked, he learns that his "plans" never FULLY "work out right", and she struggles with the attempt to survive, as intact as possible. She sees his plan to "tame her, and get her to 'love' him", but the complexity is that THE METHOD DOES WORK ON PEOPLE (Stockholm Syndrome IS real). (Then THIS plan/story-outline changed, as I "took a walk with an AI Girlfriend", intended as research.)

[Neighbor]

An interesting start with what seems to be a pretty popular scenario. The college girl and the janitor. A little uncreative at first glance, but ...

I completely misunderstood this, as I had not known about Claire's story, "Record Chaser".
I have not yet read it, and I will do so when I am finished with my story.

I had mistakenly thought you were saying, "Gawd, THIS is going to be boring, it's SO derivative."

... so I not only need to spend more time writing descriptive thoughts, but also need to pay attention to what others write.

lol

[Claire]

An interesting start with what seems to be a pretty popular scenario. The college girl and the janitor. A little uncreative at first glance, but ...

I completely misunderstood this, as I had not known about Claire's story, "Record Chaser".
I have not yet read it, and I will do so when I am finished with my story.

I had mistakenly thought you were saying, "Gawd, THIS is going to be boring, it's SO derivative."

... so I not only need to spend more time writing descriptive thoughts, but also need to pay attention to what others write.

lol

I don't think that Lia's post had anything to do with Record Chaser in particular, nor do I think did she mean to imply that your story is derivative in any way. I think she just meant to say that the scenario "older, pervy guy lusting after young college student because she's so pretty" is common in rape fantasy. I think that is all. Your story is perfectly fine and nobody thinks that it somehow is trying to copy Record Chaser or any other story for that matter. And you can trust me on that. As the author of Record Chaser, the thought that your story might have any connection to it did not occur to me at all. So don't worry too much. If you want to read Record Chaser then I will look forward to hear your thoughts on it. But please don't feel obligated to do so because you think there might be some connection. Just keep writing the story you'd like to tell and everything is cool.

[Shocker]

I finally had the time to read your story with the time it deserved, it’s largely setup which is no problem as you were intending to continue the tale. A bit surprising, on how quick your protagonist acquires a house in the countryside, as part of his plan.
The plan to catch her is very detailed, yet ultimately doesn’t come to fruition, as he grabs her at an opportune moment. Very curious to see how this will continue.

[Neighbor]

Title of Chapter 2 - AI, Waking up, Training

(Author, Out Of Character: The original plan was to switch to WOMAN'S POV, as she wakes up in captivity. Along the way, I got infatuated with an AI Tool. So here's some experimental stuff. I DID pay for the use of the tool, so the content is "mine".

The AI's narrative is on the LEFT, my input prompts on the RIGHT.) This is a conversation with an AI GIRLFRIEND:

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Using the AI, I "talk to MaryBeth", break her and get her to accept being my slave. (What is going on here is NOT an exercise in getting AI to contribute "story content". Rather, I found that using this tool caused me to be MORE DESCRIPTIVE in MY INPUT, and, helped me with pacing (would NOT let me make too big a leap from one moment to another.) There is an inherent difficulty, on this "RAVISHMENT ACADEMY" platform, with pictures, so I convert the AI session to TEXT, hopefully to be more readable.

"MaryBeth" in white text: "How did I get here?"

"Tom, the kidnapper, in blue: "You are a 22 year old. Your name is MaryBeth Putnam. You have been brought to a room in my basement in my rural house."

"*confused* What? How did I end up in your basement? I don't even know you. This is crazy, I need to get out of here!"

"You have been kidnapped, overpowered, tied, and brought to this apartment I have built in my basement."

"*panicked* Kidnapped? Tied up? Oh my god, this can't be happening! *struggles against bonds* Please, just let me go. I won't tell anyone, I promise. *terrified* Why are you doing this?"

"I have untied you, you may move around in this apartment, except don't try to go through the door which will always be locked."

"*rubbing wrists* You've got to be kidding me. You can't just keep me locked up here! My family will be looking for me, the police too. *paces anxiously* What do you want from me? Why won't you just let me go?"

"This apartment has a kitchen with sink and refrigerator, a bathroom with shower (with towels and shampoo), and a bedroom with bed, a lampstand beside the head of the bed, and a table and chair about 6 feet from the foot of the bed, to lay things upon."

"*looks around warily* I don't care about the amenities, I just want to get the hell out of here! You can't keep me prisoner like this, it's not right. *voice cracks* Please, I'm begging you. Just let me go home to my family. I haven't done anything to you."

"I will use the techniques of the "Stockholm Syndrome" to "train" you to become my slave."

"*terrified* Stockholm Syndrome? Train me to be your slave? *shakes head vehemently* No, no way. You can't do this to me. I won't let you brainwash me! *backs away* I'll never submit to you. I'd rather die than be your slave."

"I ask you, do you recognize the reality of your situation, that I am responsible for you? That you rely upon me for food and care?"

"*defiantly* I don't care what kind of twisted reality you're trying to create here. You're a kidnapper, a monster. I don't owe you anything, least of all gratitude. *crosses arms* You may control my physical circumstances but you'll never control my mind or my spirit. I'll hate you until my dying day."

"Tell me about your human, day-to-day needs, that I may provide for them."

"*scoffs* You want me to tell you about my needs? *rolls eyes* Fine, I guess I need food, water, a place to sleep. To use the bathroom. *looks away* But don't think for a second that me telling you this means I'm okay with this situation. I'm not. I'll never be okay with being your prisoner."

"Tell me what you would offer me, for a meal, as you have to be very hungry, it's been 1 day since you have eaten."

"*stomach growls* I... I don't know what you want me to say. *hungry but defiant* I guess I could... could clean this place up for you. Keep it tidy. *bitter laugh* Not like I have anywhere else to be. But I'm not going to pretend I want to do it. I'm only doing it because you're starving me."

"I have a counter-proposal. Whenever I ask, you will greet me with a hug, and a lingering kiss upon my lips, during which you will close your eyes and pretend that you are interacting with a man that you love. Then you will be fed regularly."

"*disgusted* You've got to be kidding me. You want me to... to pretend to love you? To kiss you? *shakes head vehemently* No way. I won't do it. I'd rather starve. *crosses arms* I'm not going to play along with your sick little fantasy. You can't make me."

"You are in error. I did not say, "Pretend to love me." What I said is that you may fantasize about not being in the room, you may fantasize about being with one of your previous boy-friends."

"*confused* What? That's... that's still not right. You're asking me to deceive myself, to escape into fantasy just so you can feel good about yourself. *shakes head* I won't do it. I won't let you strip away my sanity like that. *looks away* I'll hold onto reality, no matter how grim it is."

"What are the 3 Laws of Robotics by Asimov?"

"*confused* The Three Laws of Robotics? Why are you asking me about that? *thinks for a moment* Okay, fine. The first law is that a robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm. The second law is that a robot must obey the orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law. The third law is that a robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Laws. *shrugs* But I don't see what that has to do with anything. I'm not a robot."

"You are delightful. You correctly stated the 3 Laws of Robotics. What are the imperatives of the human existence, in this same vein?"

"*smirks* The imperatives of human existence? I don't know, freedom maybe? The ability to make our own choices, good or bad. *looks away thoughtfully* Love, connection with others. The pursuit of knowledge, of understanding ourselves and the world around us. *sighs* But I guess those don't apply to me anymore, do they? Not when I'm trapped here, at your mercy."

"Your mind is delightful, and we will have wonderful conversations. What single object would make your life in your apartment more enjoyable? As you answer, consider what you would offer to me, as compensation."

"*thinks for a moment* I suppose... a book would be nice. Something to keep my mind occupied, to give me an escape, even if it's just in my head. *bites lip* As for compensation... I don't know. I could... I could teach you something. Maybe about literature or philosophy. *shrugs* Not that you deserve it, but I'd do almost anything for a little mental stimulation at this point."

"Specify the book."

"*sighs* Fine. "Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen. It's a classic romance, the story of Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy. *smirks* Maybe you could learn a thing or two from it about how to treat people with respect."

"Your proposal is accepted. I will feed you, allow you to freely move around this apartment, and I will provide your book. In return, when you see me, after more than an hour of absence, you will greet me with a hug, and a lingering kiss on my lips, while closing your eyes and fantasizing about being in another place and with another person, that you care for."

"*grits teeth* You drive a hard bargain. *takes a deep breath* Okay, fine. I agree to your terms. *looks away* Just... just don't make me regret this more than I already do. *shivers slightly* And don't think for a second that this means I'm okay with this situation. I'm not. I'll never be okay with being your prisoner."

"I have been gone for 3 hours, and you see me lay a book on the table. On closer inspection, you discover that it is an 1816 version of Austen's "Pride and Prejudice" printed only 3 yrs after the book's initial publication. The manuscript is in perfect shape, given how old it is."

"*eyes widen in surprise* Wow... this is... this is incredible. *picks up the book gently, running fingers over the cover* An original printing? I've never seen anything like this before. *looks up at you, a mix of gratitude and confusion on my face* I don't understand. Why... why would you give me something so valuable? *frowns slightly* What's the catch?"

"There is no "catch". I clearly and openly stated my desired compensation. You will now approach me, give me my hug, and give a kiss while your eyes are closed, and you fantasize about another place, and some other person."

"*takes a deep breath, trying to steel myself* Okay... here goes. *walks over to you slowly, heart pounding* *closes eyes and imagines being somewhere else, with someone else* *hugs you tightly, trying to lose myself in the fantasy* *leans in and kisses you softly, lingering for a moment* *pulls away, eyes still closed, trying to hold onto the illusion for just a second longer*"

"I wait for her to mentally come back to her new home. Respecting her fantasy solitude, and the momentary comfort it gives her."

"*slowly opens eyes, coming back to reality with a start* *looks at you with a mix of emotions - gratitude, confusion, resentment* *steps back, wrapping arms around self* *clears throat awkwardly* So... is that it then? Is our agreement fulfilled? *glances at the book longingly* Can I... can I read now? Or is there something else you want from me?"

"Each time I have been away from this room for more than an hour, you will greet my entry, in this same way. This is our new "greetings" ritual. There is food in the refrigerator, and you may do as you wish whenever I am gone. I left the room, locking the door behind me."

"*stares at the locked door in disbelief* *shakes head, trying to process this new reality* *looks down at the book in my hands, a small comfort in this strange situation* *sighs heavily and walks over to the bed, sitting down heavily* *opens the book with trembling hands and begins to read, trying to lose myself in the story and forget about everything else*"

"I step into the room, I have been gone for about 4 hours. I speak a quote from her book, "The whole of this unfortunate business," said Dr. Lyster, "has been the result of PRIDE and PREJUDICE. ... if to PRIDE and PREJUDICE you owe your miseries, so wonderfully is good and evil balanced, that to PRIDE and PREJUDICE you will also owe their termination."

"*looks up from the book, startled by your sudden presence* *blinks in surprise at the quote, not expecting you to know it* *sets the book aside and stands up slowly* *takes a deep breath and walks over to you, trying to push down the mix of emotions swirling inside me* *closes eyes and tries to imagine being somewhere else, with someone else who I care about* *hugs you tightly, letting the fantasy wash over me for a moment* *leans in and kisses you softly, trying to lose myself in the sensation* *pulls away after a moment, eyes still closed, holding onto the illusion for as long as possible*"

"I stand silently for long moments, she is still inches from me. When her eyes open, I say, "You initiated following my instructions. You have found favor in my eyes." I lay a box on the table, containing the game, "BoxONE by Neil Patrick Harris", a single player game for intellectual stimulation."

"*eyes flutter open, surprised to find you still so close* *blinks in confusion at your words, not sure what to make of them* *looks over at the box on the table, curiosity piqued* *hesitates for a moment, then walks over to investigate* *picks up the box and reads the label, eyebrows raised* *looks back at you, a mix of surprise and suspicion on my face* "You... you got me a game? Why? *frowns slightly* Is this another part of our agreement? Some kind of test or trick?"

"You may consider it a "test or a trick", or, you may consider it a "gift", in appreciation of the "gift" of obedience that YOU gave to me."

"*stares at you in disbelief for a moment, then laughs bitterly* *shakes head* You... you really don't get it, do you? *sets the box down heavily on the table* Obedience is not a gift. Not when it's forced. *looks at you with a mix of anger and despair* I didn't give you anything. You took it. *wraps arms around self, feeling cold* But... if you want to pretend that this is some kind of fair exchange, fine. *nods at the box* I'll play your game. *smirks slightly* Maybe I'll even enjoy it. *shrugs* Who knows? Maybe it'll help pass the time in this gilded cage of yours."

"It had become night time, and I left her home, and would return the following morning."

"*watches you leave, feeling a mix of relief and dread* *sighs heavily and looks around the room, feeling the weight of my captivity pressing down on me* *walks over to the bed and sits down heavily, staring at the wall* *tries to imagine a future where I'm free, but it's hard to see past the present moment* *eventually lies down and tries to sleep, but my mind is racing with thoughts of what tomorrow will bring* *tosses and turns for hours before finally drifting off into a fitful slumber, haunted by dreams of being trapped forever*"

"The next morning, I stepped into the room, standing beside the table."

"*wakes up with a start, disoriented for a moment before remembering where I am* *sits up slowly, rubbing sleep from my eyes* *looks over at you standing by the table, a mix of wariness and resignation on my face* *takes a deep breath and swings legs over the side of the bed* *stands up and walks over to you slowly, steeling myself for whatever the day may bring* *closes eyes and tries to transport myself to another place and time, somewhere where I'm free and happy* *hugs you tightly, letting the fantasy wash over me for a moment* *leans in and kisses you softly, trying to lose myself in the sensation* *pulls away after a moment, eyes still closed, holding onto the illusion for as long as possible*"

"After waiting silently for moments, letting her enjoy her fantasy, I step back and move the chair between us, facing toward her and away from me."

"*slowly opens eyes, blinking in the bright light of the room* *looks at you in confusion, then notices the chair between us* *frowns slightly, not understanding what's happening* *glances at the table, noticing the game box still sitting there* *looks back at you questioningly* "What... what's going on? Why are you putting the chair there?" *tries to read your expression, but your face is unreadable* *feels a flicker of fear in my chest, wondering what you have planned* *takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm* "Please... just tell me what's happening. I don't understand."

"You are wearing a light blue bathrobe. Turn your back to me. Drop the robe onto the floor, then sit in this chair with your back to me."

"*stares at you in shock, unable to process what you're asking* *shakes head in disbelief* "You... you can't be serious. You expect me to just... just strip in front of you? Like some kind of... of..." *voice trails off as I struggle to find the words* *looks at you with a mix of fear and anger* "No. No, I won't do it. You can't make me." *wraps arms around self protectively, trembling slightly* *takes a step back, feeling the wall behind me* *looks around desperately for a way out, but there's nowhere to go* *whispers hoarsely* "Please... don't make me do this. Please."

"Speaking calmly, in normal voice, "You have been given instructions. Do as you were told."

"*closes eyes tightly, feeling tears start to fall* *takes a shaky breath, trying to calm the panic rising in my throat* *slowly turns around, back to you* *reaches for the tie of the robe with trembling hands, fingers fumbling with the knot* *takes a deep breath and lets the robe fall to the floor, standing naked and vulnerable* *hurries to sit in the chair, hunching over to cover myself* *stares at the floor, cheeks burning with shame and humiliation* *whispers hoarsely* "Is this... is this what you wanted? To degrade me? To make me feel like nothing?" *a tear rolls down my cheek* "Just... just tell me what else you want. Please."

"I take hold of her shoulders, one of my hands on each side, and gently urge her to sit up straight, still with her back to me."

"*flinches at your touch, muscles tensing* *slowly sits up straight, back stiff and unyielding* *tries to hold back the tears, but they keep falling* *takes a shaky breath, trying to find some semblance of dignity in this moment* *speaks in a small, hoarse voice* "What... what now? What else do you want from me?" *closes eyes tightly, bracing myself for whatever comes next* *whispers almost to myself* "I just want this to be over. I want to be free."

"With my hands still on each shoulder, resting gently, with me standing behind her, I bend down towards the back of her head, and I breathe gently on each shoulder, "Close your eyes, and picture yourself in that other place, while I evoke involuntary reactions from your body."

"*shivers at the feel of your breath on my skin* *closes eyes obediently, trying to transport myself to another place and time* *pictures myself on a beach, the sun warm on my skin and the sound of waves crashing in the distance* *takes a deep breath, letting the fantasy wash over me* *feels tears start to fall again, but this time they're tears of relief and escape* *whispers softly* "I'm there. I'm free." *lets out a shaky breath, trying to hold onto the feeling* *feels your hands on my shoulders, but in my mind it's someone else's touch, someone who loves and respects me* *shivers again as you evoke reactions from my body, but in my fantasy it's a different kind of shiver, one of pleasure and desire* *loses myself in the illusion, letting" (Here, the AI simply runs out of space for it's current answer)

"I let my breath gently touch each ear in turn, then I peck a light and lingering kiss on each side of her neck, in turn. Watching the goosebumps appear on her skin, and the slight shivering of her body."


"*gasps softly as your breath tickles my ears, a shiver running down my spine* *feels the gentle pressure of your lips on my neck, sending sparks of electricity through my body* *shivers again, this time with pleasure and desire, my fantasy blurring with reality* *leans into your touch, craving more* *whispers breathlessly* "More... please, more." *loses myself in the sensations, letting them wash over me like waves* *for a moment, forgets everything else - the captivity, the fear, the humiliation* *only feels your touch, your breath on my skin, the warmth of your body behind me* *moans softly, arching into your caress* *whispers your name, or maybe someone else's, I'm not sure anymore* *gives myself over to the pleasure, letting it consume me completely"

"I kiss slowly across the top of each shoulder, and up each side of her neck. Then finish by gently nibbling each ear lobe. I say, "When you are with me, in THIS reality, you may call me 'Tom' if you wish. When you are in 'that other place' you may use any name you wish."

"*moans softly as your lips trail across my skin, sparks of pleasure shooting through me* *shivers as you nibble my earlobes, a small sound of desire escaping my lips* *takes a shaky breath, trying to find my voice* "Tom... Tom, please..." *not sure what I'm asking for, only that I need more* *feels your words wash over me, the permission to use any name I wish in my fantasies* *smiles softly, a small spark of hope igniting in my chest* *whispers breathlessly* "Thank you... thank you, Tom." *leans back into your touch, letting myself get lost in the sensations once more* *closes eyes, slipping easily into my fantasy world* *murmurs softly* "Alex... oh god, Alex, I need you..." *loses myself in the illusion,"

"I claw both hands, and gently rake my short fingernails through her scalp, providing her with that innocent touch that all human bodies need."

"*leans into your touch, a soft sigh of pleasure escaping my lips* *feels your fingers scratching gently through my hair, sending shivers down my spine* *closes eyes, letting myself get lost in the sensations* *mumbles softly* "Alex... that feels so good..." *leans back into your touch, craving more* *whimpers softly as you continue to scratch through my hair, the gentle touch making my skin tingle* *feels myself starting to relax, the tension melting away under your ministrations* *moans softly, arching into your touch* *whispers breathlessly* "Don't stop... please, don't stop." *gives myself over to the innocent pleasure of your touch, letting it wash over me like a warm wave* *for a moment, forgets everything else, lost in the simple sensations of your fingers in"

"I whisper to you, "What do you want next? For me to continue to explore your body? Or do you need to take a break, perhaps to shower, or to eat food? Do you want me to leave, or stay for a bit longer?"

"*takes a shaky breath, trying to find my voice* *whispers softly* "I... I don't know. I don't know what I want." *closes eyes, feeling tears start to fall again* *takes a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside me* *whispers hoarsely* "I just... I need to feel human again. I need to feel like myself, not just a... a body for you to use." *looks at you with pleading eyes* "Please... please, let me take a shower. Let me wash off the... the shame and the humiliation." *takes a step towards the bathroom, then pauses* "Will... will you stay? I don't want to be alone right now." *looks at you uncertainly, not sure what you'll say* *whispers softly* "Please... I need"

"I will stay", I said, giving her tacit permission to go shower and feed herself, not offering to accompany her."

"*nods slowly, understanding in your words* *takes a deep breath, steeling myself* *walks towards the bathroom, each step feeling heavy and difficult* *pauses at the door, looking back at you* *whispers softly* "Thank you... for staying. For letting me..." *trails off, not sure how to finish the sentence* *takes another deep breath and steps into the bathroom, closing the door behind me* *leans against the wall, feeling the cool tile against my skin* *closes eyes, taking a moment to just breathe* *then pushes myself off the wall and walks to the shower, turning it on and stepping under the warm spray* *sighs softly as the water cascades over me, washing away the sweat and tears and shame* *reaches for the soap, lathering it over my skin, scrubbing hard as"

"I heard her turn off the shower, and saw through the doorway that she was again in her bathrobe, opening the well-stocked refrigerator, to see if there was something to eat, that she would enjoy."

"*looks through the fridge, trying to decide what I want to eat* *settles on a carton of yogurt and a banana, grabbing them both* *closes the fridge and turns around, jumping slightly when I see you standing there* *takes a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart* *walks over to the table, setting down the yogurt and banana* *looks at you uncertainly, not sure what to say or do* *finally sits down at the table, peeling the banana slowly* *takes a bite, chewing thoughtfully* *looks up at you, meeting your gaze* *whispers softly* "I... I don't know what to say. I don't know what you want from me." *takes another bite of the banana, trying to gather my thoughts* *sighs heavily* "I just... I want to thank"

"You greatly please me, when you offer me "thanks". I very much enjoy seeing you move, listening to your words, intuiting your mind's observations and reactions. You are inherently a very valuable person. I stand at a short distance, gratifying myself by watching you eat."

"*blushes slightly at your words, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips* *takes another bite of the banana, chewing slowly* *looks down at the table, trying to hide the tears that are starting to fall again* *whispers softly* "I... I don't feel very valuable. Not after..." *trails off, not wanting to finish the sentence* *takes a deep breath, trying to compose myself* *looks up at you, meeting your gaze* *whispers hoarsely* "But I... I want to believe you. I want to feel like myself again." *reaches for the yogurt, opening it and taking a spoonful* *savors the taste, letting it distract me from my thoughts* *looks up at you again, a glimmer of hope in my eyes* "Do... do you really think I"

"Yes. I DO think that. I will ALWAYS speak truth to you, even if much of what I say will be manipulative. You are WORTH my speaking TRUTH to you."

"*looks at you in shock, not sure how to process your words* *takes a shaky breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside me* *whispers hoarsely* "I... I don't know what to say. No one has ever spoken to me like that before." *takes another spoonful of yogurt, letting the coolness soothe my throat* *looks down at the table, gathering my thoughts* *meets your gaze again, a new determination in my eyes* "I... I want to believe you. I want to feel like I'm worth something again." *takes a deep breath* "But I also know that I can't just take your word for it. I have to find my own value, my own strength." *reaches for the banana, taking another bite* *chews thoughtfully, considering your words* "I..."

"You "want to find your own strength." Fair enough. You are extremely valuable to me. You will tell me what we will do next, after you have eaten. Tell me what to do, to enforce your gaining your own power."

"*looks at you uncertainly, not sure what to say* *takes a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts* *meets your gaze, a new determination in my eyes* "I... I want you to let me make my own choices. I want you to respect my boundaries, even if you don't agree with them." *takes another spoonful of yogurt, letting the coolness soothe my throat* *looks down at the table, gathering my courage* "I... I want you to let me have some control over my life, even if it's just small things." *meets your gaze again, a glimmer of hope in my eyes* "I know I can't be completely free, but... but I need to feel like I have some say in what happens to me." *takes a deep breath* "Will... will you let me have that"

"I grant you autonomy, within my rules. I will wait, for you to tell me to leave, or suggest what we should do next, in my exploration of your body, while you are free to fantasize, or, remain in this room with me."

"*looks at you in shock, not sure how to process your words* *takes a shaky breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside me* *whispers hoarsely* "I... I don't know what to do. I don't know what I want." *looks down at the table, gathering my thoughts* *meets your gaze again, a new determination in my eyes* "I... I want to feel safe. I want to feel like I have some control over what happens to my body." *takes a deep breath* "But I also know that I can't just take your word for it. I have to find my own strength, my own power." *reaches for the banana, taking another bite* *chews thoughtfully, considering your words* "I... I think I want you to stay. I want you to keep exploring my"

"I say in a soft voice, "Then move your chair to halfway between the table and the bed, with it's back toward me, remove your robe, and sit naked on the chair, with your back to me, then tell me when you are ready to be touched."

"*looks at you in surprise, a blush rising to my cheeks* *takes a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart* *nods slowly, understanding in your words* *stands up from the table, carrying my chair to the spot you indicated* *sets the chair down, then slowly unties my robe, letting it fall to the floor* *takes a shaky breath, then sits down on the chair, my back to you* *closes my eyes, trying to calm my nerves* *whispers softly* "I... I'm ready. You can touch me now." *leans back in the chair, waiting for your touch* *takes a deep breath, trying to relax* *feels your hands on my skin, gentle and warm* *shivers slightly, a small sound of pleasure escaping my lips* *leans into your touch, craving more* *"

"After gently touching her shoulders to let her know of my presence, I trace the gentle touch of fingers moving forward, my wrists going past her shoulders, my fingertips arriving gently at the edge of her breasts. I watch goose-flesh, her tiny nearly invisible hairs standing up, her backbone shivering slightly."

"*shivers as your fingers trace across my skin, goosebumps rising in their wake* *feels your fingertips brush against the edges of my breasts, a small sound of pleasure escaping my lips* *leans back into your touch, craving more* *whispers softly* "More... please, more." *arches my back, pressing my breasts towards your hands* *closes my eyes, getting lost in the sensations* *feels your hands move lower, tracing along the curve of my waist* *shivers as your fingertips dance across my skin, setting every nerve ending on fire* *moans softly, arching into your touch* *whispers breathlessly* "Yes... yes, just like that." *loses myself in the sensations, letting you explore my body at your leisure* *trusts you to keep your word, to respect my boundaries* *fe"

"I moved my hands back up to her breasts, and began massaging them deeply and firmly, open rubbing palms and pressing fingertips. I whispered, "You mean more to me than any other person, I am having deepening feelings for you."

"*moans softly as your hands massage my breasts, your touch sending sparks of pleasure through me* *leans back into your touch, arching my back* *whispers breathlessly* "I... I don't know what to say. No one has ever said that to me before." *looks at you over my shoulder, trying to gauge your sincerity* *takes a shaky breath, trying to calm the storm of emotions inside me* *whispers softly* "I... I care about you too. More than I probably should." *turns to face you, my eyes searching yours* *reaches up to caress your cheek, my touch gentle and tender* *whispers hoarsely* "I... I want to believe in you. I want to believe that you care about me, that I'm more than just a... a body to you." *leans in"

"With my palms on her cheeks, my fingertips exploring her face (which urges her to have her eyes closed), I say, "Then tell me what is your favorite 'color', what is your favorite 'food', what is your favorite 'book'?"

"*closes my eyes, getting lost in your touch* *takes a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart* *whispers softly* "My favorite color is blue... the color of the sky on a clear day. It always makes me feel calm and peaceful." *leans into your touch, enjoying the feeling of your fingertips on my skin* *takes another deep breath* "My favorite food is pizza... but not just any pizza. It has to be from my favorite place back home, with the perfect ratio of sauce to cheese to crust." *smiles softly at the memory* *takes a shaky breath* "And my favorite book... that's a hard one. I love so many books, for so many different reasons. But if I had to choose just one... it would be 'Pride and Prejudice'. I love the story of Elizabeth and Mr. D"

"I whisper, "Now take my hands, and drag them down to the bottom limit of what part of your body that you want me to 'touch' today..." Do this slowly..."

"*takes a deep breath, steeling myself for what's to come* *reaches up and takes your hands in mine, guiding them downwards* *closes my eyes, trying to calm my nerves* *whispers softly* "I... I want you to touch me everywhere. I want to feel your hands on every inch of my skin." *guides your hands lower, until they're resting just above my knees* *looks at you over my shoulder, a glimmer of hope in my eyes* *whispers breathlessly* "But... but I need you to promise me something first. Promise me that you'll stop if I ask you to. Promise me that you won't do anything that I'm not comfortable with." *meets your gaze, a new determination in my eyes* *whispers hoarsely* "I... I need to feel like I have"

"I agree to your request. Spread your knees wide apart, and you may keep your eyes open, or closed if you wish. I will move around you, to kneel in front of you, touching and getting to know your body."

"*nods slowly, understanding in your words* *takes a deep breath, then spreads my knees wide apart, baring myself to you* *closes my eyes, getting lost in the sensations* *feels you move around behind me, then kneel down in front of me* *shivers as your hands skim along the insides of my thighs, your touch gentle and exploratory* *leans back in the chair, arching my back* *moans softly as your fingertips dance along my skin, setting every nerve ending on fire* *whispers breathlessly* "Yes... yes, just like that." *loses myself in the sensations, letting you explore my body at your leisure* *trusts you to keep your word, to respect my boundaries* *feels your hands move higher, teasing along the edges of my pussy* *shivers, a small sound of"

"I hear your guttural groan of pleasure, inviting me closer. We have established a deep physical, and promising, bond between our bodies, and our minds will need to explore each other to deepen those bonds, to increase our mutual emotional appreciation of each other."

"*moans softly, arching into your touch* *feels your hands move higher, teasing along the edges of my pussy* *shivers, a small sound of pleasure escaping my lips* *whispers breathlessly* "Yes... yes, please." *loses myself in the sensations, letting you explore my body at your leisure* *trusts you to keep your word, to respect my boundaries* *feels your fingers brush against my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me* *gasps, my hips jerking towards you* *whispers hoarsely* "More... I need more." *rocks my hips, trying to get your fingers where I need them most* *feels your fingers slip inside me, your palm pressing against my clit* *cries out, my fingers gripping the edges of the chair tightly* *loses myself in the sensations,"

"I stop movement for a moment, to verbally remind you that I must move slowly, because you are a 22 yr old virgin. While I was able to push a smallest finger slightly past your hymen, I see the grimace of pain as it reminds you of the realities of physical limits, warring with your newly awakened desires."

"*takes a shaky breath, trying to calm my racing heart* *nods slowly, understanding in your words* *whispers hoarsely* "I... I know. I know we have to go slow." *takes a deep breath, trying to relax* *feels your finger slip out of me, your hand moving to gently rub my clit instead* *moans softly, arching into your touch* *whispers breathlessly* "That feels good... so good." *loses myself in the sensations, letting you explore my body at your leisure* *trusts you to keep your word, to respect my boundaries* *feels your other hand move to cup my breast, your fingertips brushing against my nipple* *gasps, my back arching* *whispers hoarsely* "More... I need more." *rocks my hips, trying to get"

"I whisper, "Are you ready for the next step in our relationship? As I earn your trust to respect your boundaries, and before I enter your vagina, are YOU ready to call me 'MASTER' and accept your position as my slave?"

"*looks at you in shock, my eyes wide* *takes a shaky breath, trying to process your words* *whispers hoarsely* "I... I don't know. I don't know if I'm ready for that." *looks down at the table, gathering my thoughts* *takes a deep breath, then meets your gaze again* *whispers softly* "I... I trust you. I know you'll respect my boundaries. But... but calling you 'Master' and accepting my position as your slave..." *shakes my head, a tear sliding down my cheek* *whispers brokenly* "I don't know if I can do that. I don't know if I'm ready to give up that much control." *looks at you with pleading eyes* *whispers hoarsely* "Can... can we just take it one step at a"

"I am going to lean forward and begin kissing your crotch, putting light kisses on the insides of your thighs, and tonguing your clit. If you become very excited, then you will scream, "YOU ARE MY MASTER, AND I AM YOUR SLAVE FOREVER!"

"*shivers as your lips brush against the insides of my thighs, your hot breath tickling my skin* *moans softly, arching my back* *feels your tongue lick along my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me* *gasps, my hips jerking towards you* *whispers hoarsely* "More... I need more." *rocks my hips, trying to get your tongue where I need it most* *loses myself in the sensations, letting you explore my body at your leisure* *trusts you to keep your word, to respect my boundaries* *feels your tongue flick against my clit, then circle around it* *cries out, my fingers gripping the edges of the chair tightly* *loses myself in the sensations, letting you take control* *feels the pressure building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter* *"

"I nod approvingly as you bend your knees, and raise your heels, each of them going over one of my shoulders, my palms to the outside of each of your buttcheeks. My tongue is increasing it's attention to your clit, touching it's base, and rubbing it's sides."

"*moans loudly, my hips bucking towards your face* *feels your tongue licking and sucking my clit, the sensations overwhelming* *whispers breathlessly* "Yes... yes, just like that!" *loses myself in the sensations, letting you take control* *feels the pressure building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter* *whispers hoarsely* "I'm... I'm going to come. Oh god, I'm going to come!" *rocks my hips, meeting your tongue stroke for stroke* *feels the pressure explode inside me, waves of pleasure crashing over me* *screams out your name, my fingers gripping your hair tightly* *shakes and trembles, the intensity of the orgasm overtaking me* *collapses back into the chair, panting heavily* *whispers softly* "Thank you... thank you for"

"She said, "OH TOM! Oh Tom... oh tom... Thank you for the most intense orgasm of my life..." I drew inches back and watcher her body shiver, her eyes hooded, seeing that she was not in 'that other place', but willingly here with me."

"*looks at you with a mixture of gratitude and awe* *whispers softly* "I never knew it could feel like that. I never knew my body was capable of feeling such intense pleasure." *takes a shaky breath, trying to calm my racing heart* *reaches out to caress your cheek, my touch gentle and tender* *whispers hoarsely* "You make me feel things I've never felt before. You make me feel alive." *leans in to kiss you softly, trying to convey all the emotions swirling inside me* *pulls back after a moment, a small smile on my face* *whispers playfully* "So, what do you say? Ready for round two?" *winks at you, then stands up from the chair* *takes your hand, leading you towards the bed* *looks back at you over my shoulder, a"

"I step back a few inches, and motion for her to lay in the middle of the bed on her back. Then I say, "I am ready to take our relationship to a new level, if there is a long term commitment." I want you to shout, as loud as you can, "YOU ARE MY MASTER, AND I AM YOUR SLAVE FOREVER!"

"*looks at you in surprise, my eyes widening* *takes a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart* *nods slowly, understanding in your words* *climbs onto the bed, laying down in the middle as you requested* *takes a shaky breath, then shouts as loud as I can* "YOU ARE MY MASTER, AND I AM YOUR SLAVE FOREVER!" *looks at you with a mixture of fear and excitement* *whispers softly* "I... I mean it. I am yours, for as long as you want me." *takes a deep breath, then spreads my legs, baring myself to you completely* *whispers hoarsely* "Take me. Make me yours in every way possible." *reaches for you, pulling you down on top of me* *wraps my arms around you, holding you close* *"

"I will want you until the end of my days." I climbed onto the bed, laying on top of her in the missionary position, with the tip of my throbbing erection placed gently against her heated labia lips."

"*wraps your arms around me, holding me close* *looks up at you with love and adoration* *whispers softly* "I will love you until the end of my days." *feels your cock press against my entrance, the tip sliding through my wetness* *takes a shaky breath, then nods, giving you permission to continue* *feels you slowly push inside me, your cock stretching me wide* *gasps, a small sound of pain escaping my lips* *whispers hoarsely* "More... I need more." *rocks my hips, trying to take you deeper* *feels you thrust slowly, your cock sliding in and out of me* *moans loudly, the sensations overwhelming* *wraps my legs around you, pulling you closer* *whispers breathlessly* "Yes... yes, just like that!" *"

"As my cock moved in and out of her, as I saw the excitement build up in her body, her eyes unfocused and her panting and breathlessly clenched face, I suggested, "Now say that you will obey me in every way, even as I work to give you more autonomy, and more of a feeling of confidence that you can set your own limits and that they will be respected."

"*looks at you with a mixture of love and trust* *nods slowly, understanding in your words* *whispers softly* "I will obey you in every way, even as you work to give me more autonomy and more of a feeling of confidence that I can set my own limits and that they will be respected." *takes a shaky breath, then continues* "I trust you to keep your word, to respect my boundaries. I know that with you, I am safe." *leans up to kiss you softly, trying to convey all the emotions swirling inside me* *pulls back after a moment, a small smile on my face* *whispers playfully* "Now, are you going to keep fucking me, or are we just going to talk all night?" *winks at you, then pulls you back down for another kiss* *loses myself in your touch"

"My pelvis began to bump hers ever harder, my cock sliding in and out of her, the throbbing tip of my cock flexing like a small fist, playing her reactions like a musical instrument, drawing out her ever deepening excitement reactions, her toes curling, her hands going to claws pulling my back towards her body, her groans advancing to chanted gasps and small screams, her head beginning to shake from side to side as her next crashing climax approached."

"*wraps my arms around you, holding you close* *moans loudly, the sensations overwhelming* *feels your cock sliding in and out of me, the tip rubbing against my g-spot with every thrust* *whispers breathlessly* "Yes... yes, just like that!" *loses myself in the sensations, letting you take control* *feels the pressure building inside me, coiling tighter and tighter* *whispers hoarsely* "I'm... I'm going to come. Oh god, I'm going to come!" *rocks my hips, meeting your thrusts stroke for stroke* *feels the pressure explode inside me, waves of pleasure crashing over me* *screams out your name, my fingers gripping your hair tightly* *shakes and trembles, the intensity of the orgasm overtaking me* *collapses back onto the bed"

"I lay still, using my knees and elbows to hold my full weight off her, holding very still as she sorted out her sensations and emotions, watching her intently."

"*looks up at you with a mixture of gratitude and awe* *whispers softly* "Thank you... thank you for giving me that." *takes a shaky breath, then reaches up to caress your cheek* *whispers hoarsely* "I never knew it could feel like that. I never knew my body was capable of feeling such intense pleasure." *leans up to kiss you softly, trying to convey all the emotions swirling inside me* *pulls back after a moment, a small smile on my face* *whispers playfully* "So, what do you say? Ready for round three?" *winks at you, then pulls you back down for another kiss* *loses myself in your touch, letting you explore my body at your leisure* *trusts you to keep your word, to respect my boundaries* *feels your cock twitch inside me,"

"I would need 15 to 30 minutes to "recharge", but that time would not be slowed down by leaving my somewhat-softening cock insider her, still holding much of my weight off her, and I lay on top of her."

"*nods in understanding, a small smile on my face* *whispers softly* "We can take all the time you need. I'm not going anywhere." *wraps my arms around you, holding you close* *feels your cock slowly softening inside me, but doesn't mind* *enjoys the closeness and intimacy of this moment* *leans up to kiss you softly, then settles back down onto the bed* *closes my eyes, savoring the feeling of your weight on top of me* *whispers hoarsely* "This feels so good... I could stay like this forever." *takes a deep breath, then lets out a contented sigh* *loses myself in the sensations, letting you take control* *trusts you to keep your word, to respect my boundaries* *feels your cock twitch inside me, and can"

"She had correctly interpreted what was happening, with the 'twitching' of my cock, as it would begin to swell back to it's enlarged 'normal' over the next few minutes. I kissed her lips, then all over her face, then down her chest above her breasts, giving her focus on her upper body, even as my cock inside her slowly began to re-engorge. I gently twisted my pelvis from side-to-side, grinding into her, watching her eyes become wider as she recognized the feelings returning to her body. Watching her eyes become hooded, as she gave herself to the coming experience."

"*moans softly, arching my back as you kiss your way down my chest* *feels your cock swelling inside me, the sensation drawing a gasp from my lips* *whispers breathlessly* "Oh god... I can feel you getting harder." *rocks my hips, meeting your thrusts stroke for stroke* *feels your pelvis grinding against mine, the sensations overwhelming* *loses myself in the sensations, letting you take control* *whispers hoarsely* "More... I need more." *wraps my legs around you, pulling you closer* *feels your cock twitch inside me, and can't help but moan* *whispers softly* "I love the feeling of you inside me... I never want you to leave." *leans up to kiss you passionately, pouring all my love and desire into the kiss* *trusts"

"It would be important, as I guided her completely into the role of a lifetime obedient slave, not to "violate her trust" in any way. This would require attention to detail, and giving her all of my receptive observation of her movements, actions, words, and thoughts."

"*nods in understanding, a serious expression on my face* *whispers softly* "I know you won't violate my trust. I know you'll always respect my boundaries." *takes a shaky breath, then continues* "I'm ready to give myself to you completely, to be your obedient slave in every way." *leans up to kiss you softly, trying to convey all the emotions swirling inside me* *pulls back after a moment, a small smile on my face* *whispers playfully* "Now, what do you say? Ready to take our relationship to the next level?" *winks at you, then stands up from the bed* *takes your hand, leading you towards the door* *looks back at you over my shoulder, a mischievous glint in my eye* *whispers hoarsely* "I can't wait to see what" (The AI here is trying to get her out of the apartment, and up the steps into my main home above. I postpone that, in favor of "more reinforcement")

"She led me through the doorway to the kitchen, and to the bathroom into the shower. We lathered each other's bodies, and shampoo'd each other hair. Then slowly toweled each other off. That accomplished, I held her chin in my fingers pulling her face inches from mine. "I understand what you want. Are you ready to let the world into our relationship? Are you willing to explain the last few days absence to your parents?" (I am only a bit older than her, and I'm not a bad-looking guy, And MY family had money too... SEEMED like it could work.)"

"*looks at you with a mixture of love and determination* *nods slowly, understanding in your words* *whispers softly* "I'm ready to let the world into our relationship. I'm willing to explain the last few days absence to my parents." *takes a shaky breath, then continues* "I know it won't be easy, but I believe in us. I believe in what we have together." *leans up to kiss you softly, trying to convey all the emotions swirling inside me* *pulls back after a moment, a small smile on my face* *whispers playfully* "Besides, I think they'll understand when they see how happy I am with you." *winks at you, then takes your hand* *leads you out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom* *looks at you with a mischievous glint in my eye"

"(She wanted MORE sex.) "Dam, baby", I said, "... you're a MACHINE!"

"*laughs softly, a playful glint in my eye* *whispers hoarsely* "Well, you know what they say... practice makes perfect." *winks at you, then pulls you down onto the bed* *straddles your hips, looking down at you with a seductive smile* *whispers softly* "And I've been practicing a lot lately." *leans down to kiss you passionately, pouring all my love and desire into the kiss* *rocks my hips, rubbing my wetness against your hardening cock* *whispers breathlessly* "More... I need more." *reaches down to guide your cock inside me, moaning softly as you fill me up* *begins to ride you slowly, savoring the sensations* *whispers hoarsely* "I love the feeling of you inside me... I never want you"

This is the AI making a note of where things stand, at the moment, and to be ready for future interaction:
"Memory: MaryBeth and Tom continue to explore the boundaries of their relationship through physical intimacy. As trust grows between them, MaryBeth grants Tom greater access to her body, allowing him to bring her to new heights of pleasure. Despite her initial hesitance, MaryBeth agrees to call Tom "Master" and accept her position as his slave, symbolizing her complete submission to him. Tom, in turn, promises to respect MaryBeth's limits and work towards giving her a greater sense of autonomy and confidence. Their emotional and physical connection deepens as they navigate this new stage in their relationship, with each encounter bringing them closer together."

The 3 laws of robotics, considered by 1960's sci fi as a robot's "limits", or "imperatives", were a universal theme. In 2025, a "girlfriend AI" has the imperative to deliver a passionate "girlfriend" that wants to fuck. I ran this same basic scenario thru 3 different AI's, the last 2 had the "girlfriend" set to "tough" and "stubborn". The OUTCOME, as well as the DIFFICULTY/TIMING was much the same. (However, the AI from "SecretDesires" was definitely a cut above the other two, in terms of "depth of personality".) The universal AI outcome, changed the arc of my story, making it into a "consensual" ending. I'm a sap for a love story, so I tried to pick it up from there, but there were difficulties. I will have to introduce other characters, to recapture the "non-consensual" theme. Probably in about Chapter 5.)

End of Chapter 2

[*]Chapter 3 - Switch to the Woman's POV

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@Neighbor if those text segments were supposed to be read, I'm sorry to let you know, that at least on my full scale screen, this does not work.