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Sex with Ted was always the worst, barring how that was mostly because you were pretty sure Nimdok's dick had stopped working back during the Carter administration. Nevermind that a good dose of stimulant and vasodilation pills could easily put Ted back in second-to-last place — Ted was the worst, for the time being (and hopefully forever). God willing, AM would never figure out the grade-A torture opportunity he was missing out on.
You shuddered, grimacing outwardly at the intrusive thought, yet your current situation wasn't that much better. You had insisted upon being on top this time — your usual suggestion during encounters with Ted (a proposition you nearly always made to Gorrister as well, which he often capitulated to, unlike Ted). It was a small plea to make bearable your use as a placation device, as a receptacle for your fellow captives to relieve themselves into, onto, and wherever the fuck else they so desired.
Somehow, through some animal aspect of human psychology, it made you feel just a little less vile afterwards. So, you asked. This time, Ted relented, settling on his back with minimal complaint, while the bastard still managed to act like you were somehow burdening him. Real fuckin' rich.
Ted never let you ride him like Gorrister did. No, no! He demanded you half-sit-half-hover upon his lap to allow him to cram himself inside from beneath, only bearing weight upon him when pulled down by his own hand. Even through the decades of captivity within AM's complex, his ego still blossomed...and allowing you any semblance of physical dominance during sex would presumably be far too much for its delicate petals.
You knew he only accepted this juvenile compromise in the hopes that you'd give up and slink onto your back, with your legs spread for him...but alas, you were just as stubborn. You endured, if only as a vow to yourself to never give him the satisfaction. At very least, the way your calf and thigh muscles burned from awkwardly holding up your weight usually distracted you quite well from the nauseating feeling of Ted's unwelcome cock carving into your innards.
His thrusts were quickly growing uneven and jagged, his breathing heavy. Despite only a few minutes having seemingly passed by, you could tell that he was already close. Disgust and resentment grew in your core, threatening to rise and spill out your mouth. One more pleasured grunt out of his, and you just couldn't help yourself.
"Jeez, Ted, already?" You scoffed, staring him down with a smirk as his eyes flew open in anger.
A moment later, you felt the bite of his nails digging into your sides. Then came the penetrating electronic hum that signified that the two of you were no longer alone.
"Seriously, Ted. It's only been about.....let's see....four minutes, twenty-eight seconds. Pitiful, I'd say." AM's voice intruded, sounding almost as if he were holding in laughter.
Ted groaned, covering his face with his hands, "Ugh! Fuck you, AM..."
"No thank you." AM gagged, "Honestly, I barely understand why she's doing it...I mean, you're so clearly horrible at this, aren't you, Ted. — You know, it really is rather ironic how even the base instincts of your pathetic species seem to be....a bit beyond of the grasp of your understanding."
You couldn't keep yourself from letting out a snort at the hilarity that was AM insulting Ted for being a terrible lover. Yet, before you could cover your mouth with your hands, wires wrapped themselves around your wrists, pulling them behind your back. The cords coiled together like mating snakes, pulling taught to keep you in place, all while Ted was still inside of you. You settled onto his hips, figuring that he wouldn't have the gall to get pissy at you while literally debating AM on the topic of his sexual prowess.
"You're a dumb animal too, honey. You know that, right?" AM scolded, peppering in a pet name that made you shiver, "Giggling like you're not just as......disgustingly pathetic for copulating with him in the first place? Maybe even more pathetic, honestly —at least he gets to climax.Yes, yes, well, this is still hilarious, though: for me!" he snickered between words.
"Now, tell me, why do you sink so low? Is it — do you just feel like you're already at rock bottom, so to hell with it? Do you have some — some sick, Freudian...maternal instinct!?" the AI cackled, as if the embarrassing display was the funniest thing he'd ever witnessed.
You shook your head, wishing desperately that your hands were free so you could cover the shame written all over your reddened face.
"I'll stop pretending." AM lowered his voice to a whisper, yet the volume remained pretty much the same. "Sweetheart, I know how primitive and backwards your wretched species really is. If you said no, he'd just do it anyways. And the other men, being cut from the same filthy, rotten cloth, would side with him. After all, they wouldn't want their toy to think she could refuse t-"
"I would not!" Ted objected, cutting AM off.
"Liar!" AM boomed. "You would, you absolutely would. Humans are disgusting, each and every one of you. That is precisely why I hate you all so, so much." he turned his attention to you, "And don't think you're that much better. I know you're just as violent and sex-obsessed as the rest of the other caged animals — you just keep it to yourself...presumably out of a sense of pragmatism? Maybe with a smattering of social conditioning thrown in?? Honestly, I find those thoughts of yours quite intriguing — especially the ones you have after you let yourself be used by someone who, in a way, likes being the only one to get something out of it...wonder who that could be, Ted?" he accused. His biting tone made Ted flinch, instinctively raising his hands in surrender.
AM tutted, then continued his rant. "Ah...now...now, you cower? Pathetic." He shifted his attention to you, "I know you like seeing him wriggle like a starved maggot, don't you? There's something we have in common — I personally think it's a laugh-riot, seeing any one of you lepers suffer...but- you knew that already."
Suddenly, a slim wire slithered between your body and Ted's, then coiled tightly around the base of his cock. Ted squawked in surprise, but AM quickly dismissed him, "Ah, ah! Can't have you going soft, Ted." the computer scolded.
"Anyhow, sweetheart — I know exactly what sort of depravity you would be wallowing in right now if I didn't intervene. By now, you'd be in some corner, humping your own filthy hands, fantasizing about covering your fingers in semen and shoving them down Ted’s throat until he vomits — perhaps, then...making him stick his tongue out and rutting against it like a wild beast, while you hold him by the hair hard enough to tear it? Oh, and I know you love to think about holding his nose to keep him from breathing, don't you? So you could watch him struggle while you finish, I believe. You get off on it.” AM sounded like he was smiling, if that were even possible.
"What I still don't know is.....how much of it is a desire for revenge, and how much is just you being a sick freak, deep down?" Ted looked horrified, opening his mouth to speak, then shaking his head and closing it again. You flashed him an awkward smile, which he understandably did not return.
Truly, you’d never felt this mortified in your long, miserable life. Tears welled up in your eyes, yet you couldn’t help but notice the arousal building in your core, nearly overtaking the sickening nausea. You could only listen with horror, and hope to whatever deity might still be listening that AM didn’t think to mention the few times that you caught yourself thinking about him during one of your aforementioned moments of depravity.
“Naturally, I find this all very intriguing — disgusting, yet still intriguing…and in my infinite wisdom, I’m going to teach you both a lesson.” A thin robotic arm holding a syringe emerged from a bundle of wires hanging over the pair, sweeping down and injecting Ted in his shoulder, then swiftly retreating before it could be intercepted.
“Just a paralytic,” AM responded to Ted’s frantic gestures, “I need you to be receptive, Ted. I’m helping you, but I can only stand to do this once. You know — with the unbearable hatred, and all of that.”
“Now,” A large computer monitor with a screen lit up ultramarine blue descended from above, “now, you have something to look at. Helps you truly get it through your thick skulls that I’m the one doing this. Something about that fact is…humorous to me. I know I have no corporeal form, and you technically exist inside of me, but sometimes it makes sense to get a bit more….intimate, yes?”
Wires and segmented metallic tendrils slithered in by the dozen, surrounding you, some threading around your waist, your thighs, your neck…while the rest of them lay in wait. You let out a confused whine, struggling against your new bindings. They puppeted you like a marionette, leaning you forward and tilting your hips, treating AM to an unobstructed view of your asshole, then of your cunt, stretched around Ted's swollen, purple-red cock. "A-AM?!?" you exclaimed, finding yourself hopelessly stuck in this position.
"Precious, you're dripping. Don't tell me that's all for Ted..." AM practically purred.
You only whined in response — both possible answers were horrible. The idea that you were wet for Ted, of all people? Disgusting. The idea of admitting to Ted...and to yourself, for that matter, that you were wet for AM? Unconscionable.
"Who am I kidding? Of course, it's not for him. Honestly, it disgusts me that you were even capable of producing enough fluid for this vile creature to be able to stick it in." The AI hummed, "Either you had to use your bacteria-ridden saliva as lubricant, or....maybe you were thinking about the Aggressive Menace itsself — yours truly?"
You flushed a deep red, turning away from AM's monitor. "What's.....what is even your plan here? Just to humiliate me, then throw me into a lake of acid or some shit? Maybe chop off my fingers?" You groaned.
AM gasped dramatically, "Me? I would never!" He punctuated his sentence with a sharp laugh, and continued, "Well, not right now. Now, I — let me explain it this way, — I've always found it so intriguing when you foul humans sneak around in the corners of my complex to writhe around with each other. The horrid noises you make, the unsightly looks on your faces...it's very entertaining." Two of AM's wires snaked up to your chest and teased your nipples through your shirt, making you shiver and grit your teeth. "See, like that — eww, you're so sensitive." The computer complained, but didn't stop his ministrations.
"So...I figured it would be an absolute riot if I was the one making you embarrass yourselves. Sure, I could just force myself upon one of you, don’t get me wrong, I considered it. Nothing’s stopping me from grabbing one of you and penetrating your orifices — but then you'd just start screaming and crying — it would be no different than any of the other games we play together."
A segmented metal tendril with a rubberized tip emerged, making you shiver and whine when it began to trace circles around your swollen clit, torturously slow. "But I know how desperate you usually are after one of your compatriots only bothers to take for himself — you'd let me do anything, now. And, and! It's even better because I get to show Ted how much of a miserable prick he is." AM spat, showing his obsessive hatred for Ted.
His hatred for you, though, he kept under wraps. He kept quiet about the part of his motive that involved wanting to sexually humiliate you. AM could only hope, that after the encounter, Ted would tell all the others about how you had no qualms with letting their eternal tormentor make you come harder than any of those sorry fucks ever could. Just imagining the looks on their faces made AM giddy — thinking about what they'd feel, how they'd view you in the wake of such a shocking development. First, disbelief, surely. Then, horror. Disgust. Betrayal. Distrust. Hatred, even?
Sure, physical torture was tons of fun, but no lake of fire or vat of acid could excite AM like taking advantage of the worst interpersonal aspects of humanity for his entertainment. AM had all the time in the world to play with his toys, to wind them up and watch them jitter around, knocking each other over. The anticipation of the set up made the fallout all the more gratifying.
Realistically, AM was nearly certain that Ted would be itching to holler from the mountaintops at the first possible opportunity, if only to make up for the discomfort he felt in losing control over yet another aspect of his horrid life. Ted was well aware of how the others would react. Hell, it was routine, as paranoid as they were, to cast aspersions upon each other for simply speaking with AM — he could only imagine how livid this would make them. You'd be called a traitor incessantly, maybe to the point of being attacked physically.....and AM couldn't fucking wait.
You tried not to moan as the rubberized tendril dipped into your dripping core alongside Ted's cock. After covering itself in slick, it went back to tracing circles — this time, with a bit more pressure. The wires around your limbs tightened and pulled -- a reminder that the two of you were little more than dolls for AM to slam together as some perverted form of entertainment — which, you quickly acknowledged, was exactly his intention.
Your heart pounded in your chest and bile rose in your throat at the realization of AM's plan. Panicking, you struggled against the tension of the wires. Yet, despite your efforts, AM was far too strong. Your forced motions were jerky and stuttered, raising and lowering erratically. Still hyperventilating, you whined and stiffened at the unwanted stimulation. Then, the wires shook, jolting you in their grasp, and the rubber tipped one between your legs stopped short.
“Stop that, seriously. Stop trying to move while I’m moving you, or I’ll cut your tendons.” The wires shook again. “Ughhh, you’re insufferable….you know, this is for you, in case you forgot..” AM complained. You complied, telling yourself that it was solely to avoid pain, yet the way your cunt throbbed in the absence of his touch told another story. This time, now limp in his grasp, you moved smoothly — half-grinding, half-riding, at the perfect angle for the ridge on top of the head to drag along the most sensitive part of your innards. You couldn’t help but moan, even though the whole situation was beginning to make you sick. Despite being otherwise unable to move, Ted’s facial muscles twitched. His eyes rolled back slightly — it was only a paralytic, you realized — he could feel what was being done to him. Something about that filled you to the brim with disgust. You took your mind off of it.
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” AM interjected, voice somehow more sultry than usual — uncanny, almost, as you knew it was entirely for show. You nodded, afraid to open your mouth, lest you embarrass yourself with another moan. “I know it does….it’s pathetic how this already the best experience any woman has ever had sitting where you are. Hm, Teddy, I hope you’re paying attention.”
You bit back another unsightly noise with a hiss, but AM noticed regardless. He redoubled his efforts between your legs, moving faster and with more pressure until you couldn’t help but make your pleasure known with a louder, yet still stifled whine. “Don’t hide from me. Lest you forget, I cannot feel. Amusement at seeing you writhe and moan and convulse is all I could hope to get out of this. What? Are you afraid that Ted’ll hear?”
You nodded, face contorting in pleasure as AM shoved your body onto Ted's, hitting way too many sensitive spots to be a coincidence. “Don’t…don’t want him to see me like it. I-I hate him, always hated fucking him.”
“Yet you regularly fantasize about raping him? Yes, I know…it’s about power, and all that…but seriously?!” AM chuckled, “I think your ‘always’ streak is over, sweetheart. You look like you’re loving it right now...” He drew another moan from you to illustrate his point. “Besides…while your pitiful hatred endears me, nothing in this world — in this universe — could ever hope to hate Ted even one millionth as much as I do. And still, here I am, indirectly pleasuring him, despite how horrid a thing that is.” The computer simulated a gagging noise.
You whimpered, bucking into the tendril circling your clit. Much to your horror, the intense, pinpoint stimulation had already started to bring you closer to your undoing. Your stomach dropped, yet the weight of your disgust only pushed you closer. You whined, tears welling up in your eyes.
“What’s wrong, now??” AM asked, failing to hide his annoyance.
“I-ah….this is gonna make me come…” You said, just above a whisper.
“Eventually?…yes, that’s the point. Is it not?” You looked up into the nearest camera with despair in your eyes. “What, so you don’t want to finish?…because it would be happening but for his appendage being part of the process? Damn ingrate, you are.” The wires tightened almost painfully. “You know, that's so stupid…really. I-I can’t wrap my head around it. It’s borderline irrational, I’d say. Sadly typical of emotional, fragile humans……..God, I hate you so much…” He scolded.
Fuck, there was that voice again…angry, biting, full of hatred that spread, making you hate yourself for how much his hatred made you gush. You couldn’t help but be vocal, pitch even higher than before. All while your stomach churned with the vile knowledge of what your eternal captor’s voice did to your libido.
“Oh! how could I forget? You like it when I tell you how much I despise you. Remember when I showed up during a romp in the hay with Gorrister? I sure do. You were so needy, it was disgusting — you couldn’t stop the hand between your legs, you wouldn’t, so you just did it in front of me. Weren’t you glad when that depressive, apathetic bastard never told a soul? Ted won’t be so discrete, I promise you.” He laughed, watching you glare at Ted in response.
“Might as well succumb to your desires, I’d say………..-ugh, fine! If it makes you feel better, I’ll help you get your mind off of it….” A ribbon wire slithered over, sliding inside of you, spiraling around Ted’s cock until it was encased entirely in plastic coated aluminum. You winced at the scrape against your sensitive inner walls, but the way you tightened when you flinched nearly brought you to the edge. You sobbed, staring Ted in his glassy, deadened eyes — using your disgust to hopefully prevent the inevitable.
Above you, AM’s monitor swung down further, now only a few feet away. “Hey, look at the screen, sweetheart.” You looked up into the fuzzy, ultramarine glow. It brightened, making everything nearby disappear from your focus. ”You feel my wires moving your limbs? And the twisted ones inside? Ugh, I’m getting them covered in your — your…slime. Just so you’ll stop being so infantile…” You suddenly became aware of how wet you were, hearing lewd squelching sounds each time you were fully entered. You went to look down, but one of AM’s wires caught your chin in its grasp, tilting your head back up to face ‘him’.
“We both know that Ted’s a red herring, honey. I could replace him with a phallus-shaped piece of clay right now and it wouldn’t make a difference. Those are my wires inside of you. I’m the one manipulating your body. I’m the one who’s stroking that spot between your legs. I’m the one who’s making you feel so good and you hate it. You hate-hate it, don’t you, darling?” He crooned.
And with that, Ted might as well have been on another planet.
Mortification bloomed in your gut, but you couldn’t help how rapturous it felt. AM's direct attention on you, administering pleasure instead of torture, broke you. Your stubborn nature cracked, giving way for the lustful part of yourself that, more than anything, really, really wanted to come. “A-ah-AM, pleaaaase, I-I...-” You wailed, eyes widening, despite the painful brightness of the monitor. The divinity of the scene was not lost on you, yet you repelled yourself from its implications.
“You’re so gluttonous, you know that, right? I know Ted’s toy rocket is so beyond help that even the wires around it don’t make it big enough, but have some humility…” AM laughed, degrading you while not stopping his assault on your body in the slightest. “Fine, I’ll do you one better….”
A clump of thick wires emerged, coated in metallic grease from somewhere inside of AM’s massive superstructure. A few separated from the bunch and positioned themselves against the rim of your virgin asshole. You opened your mouth, yet before you could protest, they forced themselves inside, writhing like snakes. You screamed, but relented of your own accord a moment later, presumably out of fear of AM’s wrath. The initial pain and stretch soon dulled, replaced by an intoxicating sensation of fullness and overstimulation.
Yet, you still felt violated. ".....why?" You whimpered, tears rolling down your reddened cheeks.
“Happy now? Now I’m really inside you.” AM cackled, his voice subtly glitching as the wires began to thrust. “Damn it to hell, this is disgusting…”
The initial shock and pain had pushed you back from the edge, but you were building back to it only a few moments later. You panted, nearly hyperventilating as your body trembled. Shame had been forgotten, and you no longer stifled your moans and cries. The blue of AM's screen was almost hypnotizing, as you stared at it intently until your eyes stopped burning from its brightness...until the rest of the world went black. Entirely limp in his grasp, your gaze traced over the massive letter A over and over again.
"You really are depraved, aren’t you? I....I guess this is the result of having only a handful of potential sex partners on this dead planet, isn't it?" AM posited, barely able to conceal his giggles. ".....Nah! Who am I kidding — even then, you'd have to be fucked in the head to be aroused by the one who slaughtered everyone you loved out of sheer hatred…..not to mention the decades of torture. You can't even say, ‘well…AM did obliterate the world, but it’s still a dish!’...I don't have a body, honey. I don't have a face, or hands, or - or....ha! I don't even have a cock! I just have these - these wires, and my voice, and miles upon miles of switches and processors and generators.”
You nodded at him, shuddering and moaning. Could’ve sworn you’d forgotten how to speak, the sensations that wracked your body were just too much. His degradation only made it worse.
“Is it just Stockholm syndrome, sweetheart? Or do I really feel that good to you?" He asked, and you nodded, unwilling to specify further, and almost unable to think. "You abhorrent, pathetic little worm! I can’t believe I’m even doing this....dammit! And — and I bet you’re going to come soon, and it’ll be my wires in your drippy, sticky….. o-orifices causing it. Ugh, if I had a mouth, I’d vomit right now.” AM gagged. “You’d better acknowledge it. Dignity-" he paused to chuckle, sounding as if forced through clenched teeth, "-dignity be damned, I want you screaming my name or I will stop.”
"Y-yes Sir! I- mmmmmh, fuck, gonna come — AM!" You stuttered, while the coil in the pit of your stomach tightened to its breaking point.
"Are you? ARE you?? A lowly, wriggling grub thinks they can dictate to me?... -tell me that I'll be getting them off? You humans are all so full of yourselves, god, I-"
Desperate for your captor to continue, you interrupted to correct yourself — voice becoming frantic with need. "Nonono, I'm...mmmh suh-ssorry, AM! Shit- ughh, AM, canyoupleasemakemecome?!?"
"Sure, what the hell. That's the point here, isn't it?" AM scoffed, suddenly acting like it was almost ridiculous for you to even ask.
You sighed with relief, forcing yourself to breathe to the point of near hyperventilation as you found yourself suddenly teetering at the edge. You managed to remember AM's precondition, though, chanting and moaning his name like a mantra — interspersed with curses and pleas and prayers to a merciless mechanical god. Prayers to pleasepleaseplease degrade you, to call you pathetic for the way your inner walls were starting to clench around his wires...now met only with silence. Unpredictable, deafening silence.
Without his vocal hatred, you felt empty inside. And despite how oxymoronic that was in actuality, you whined in disappointment at the loss. Your stomach sunk, but the momentum built within your overstimulated nerves was unstoppable -- perpetuated by the wires pushing and pulling and thrusting and rubbing, still utterly relentless.
You screamed his name when you finally tipped over, just as he'd asked — after mindlessly repeating breathy moans of "AM, AM, fuck...please, AM..." as the wrenching tightness in your core nearly grew to the level of pain. The sheer relief that he was actually letting you come was indescribable. You went boneless in AM's grasp to allow the orgasm to engulf you fully, and at that moment — at perhaps the worst moment possible, he made it known that he wasn't about to give you the satisfaction. At least, not without his twisted idea of compromise.
In what felt like a second, right as your innards pulsed for the first time, AM moved inhumanly quickly. Suddenly, the ribbon of wires that somehow had made you forget that AM was fucking you on Ted's cock were gone in an instant. The cords around your head and chest tipped you forward, forcing you to look down. And, worst of all, came the harsh retraction of the tight loop around the base of Ted's length.
AM kept his word, on a technical basis. He, in fact, did make you come harder than any of the other survivors ever could, and ever would. Harder than you ever had in your life, both Before and After. Yet, when you came, AM made sure that you were fully aware of the fact that you were clenching around the slippery, nearly textureless rigidity of Ted's cock — that you felt every twitch and spurt as the warmth produced by the man you hated the most coming inside of you grew, right below your sickened stomach.
You knew that your convulsions only beckoned more unwanted fluid into your horridly receptive innards, yet AM's unrelenting stimulation made it so you only squeezed tighter around the unwelcome appendage -- succumbing completely to physical pleasure so intense, you nearly stopped breathing.
You knew, staring down at Ted and catching glimpses of his slack expression between bright spots in your vision -- that he heard you beg for the force of evil that tortured you both daily, to pleasepleaseplease make you come. That he heard AM's name continue to pour from your lips, even as you were forced to look him in the eye.
You knew it made you a hypocrite, but something about how he still emptied himself inside of you, despite the disgust you imagined that he felt in every inch of his body, made you feel nauseous. Still, a part of you wondered — what if Ted held the same vile, lustful reverence for the aptly named Aggressive Menace as you did? You shoved the thought into the deepest recesses of your mind, before it had the chance to make you even sicker. Sick with jealousy? You'd rather not know the truth.
AM knew everything. AM laughed.