1 comments/ 31450 views/ 3 favorites The New Bank Security By: soleful Author's Notes: This story focuses on somewhat naive female robot dominance, boot and glove fetishism and some adventure of a poor chap that's in the wrong place at the wrong side. (You decide) There are four more parts to this story. All together they would be the size of a short novel. This is the first part. Please give any comments or criticisms. If interested, I can supply the other 4 parts which are finished. [All parts have been compended in this page. Ed.] Robots are nowhere near the level of Mori as of 1998. Japanese Universities are doing the most work with humanoid type robots. These robots can make a few different facial expressions and respond to stimulus such as light, but these skills have not been combined into 1 robot yet. Part 1: DON'T WORRY, LOOK FOR TROUBLE AND IT WILL FIND YOU! One day I was poking around in the advanced technology laboratory section of the Fourth National Bank, where I am presently employed. A colleague provided me with the combination of a locked door. She said that an optical ATM was going through "burn in" test and that I should have a look at it. Upon entering the ATM lab, I noticed another door that read, "Cybernetics experiment, please keep out, POTENTIALLY HAZARDOUS"!!! Being curious to a fault and marginally clever, I punched the same combination as the outer door and the entry light went to green! I open the door slightly and tried to look into the darkness. I felt for a light switch and could not find one. By accident the door closed behind me and I lost my bearing. My eyes began to adjust to the dark and I noticed that my arm was cutting through an electric eye of red light. I expected to be quickly caught by security but waited a few minutes and nothing happened. Becoming more bold, I stood up and walked across the room. It looked like a small banking center with teller booths, but strangely no glass. There was a tarp behind one of the booths. As I walked toward it, I must have tripped an electric eye and some lights came on. I froze for about a minute and still nothing happened. I went over to the tarp and lifted it up. What I saw was quite curious! A robot of a young asian woman was sitting in a rolling chair with it's eyes closed and hands folded on it's lap. The robot had straight shiny jet black hair a a few inches past it's shoulders, the bangs were cute little fringes and the skin was fairly light. It had a quite a pretty face (looked about 25) with sensuous lips and a slightly turned up nose, which looked somewhat caucasian. The makeup was fastidiously done, but on the heavy side. The lips were very red and glossy, the eyebrows were pencil thin and the eyelashes were prominent. The robot's outfit was of particular interest. It featured a very clingy silky red dress that ended just below the knee. The sleeves were kind of loose and had a fancy braided pattern on them. She also wore a very feminine looking scarf around her neck. I started getting a bit turned on when I noticed that the robot was wearing white nylon gloves that were folded in her lap and disappeared somewhere under the loose sleeves of the dress. What really got me going was when I looked down and saw heels, not just high heels but glossy black leather boots with about stiletto 5" heels that disappeared under the robot's dress. I could tell from the way the boots were filled out that the robot was designed aestetically to have muscular calves and thin thighs. Being the curious perv that I am, I went down on one knee and rolled up dress slightly to find that the boots continued up above the knee. Feeling guilty about violating a poor apparently defenseless robot, I gave up searching for the boot tops. Stepping back a little I took the whole figure of the robot in. You could tell that it was a bit on the taller willowy side, and the breasts were created slightly oversized. At this point no security people had appeared so I relaxed a little. Being curious about the texture of the robot, I touched it's face. It was a smooth silicon with painted highlights to give a non- mannequin appearance. The skin gave slightly to the touch, so there must be a sophisticated gel system under the silicon. I touched the hair and it felt like an expensive toupe that a friend once owned. The hair also had a nice herbal scent. I also delighted in touching the tops and fingertips of her silky gloves. They were so smooth and cool, it started many fantasies thinking what those gloves might do in action. What could you train a robot to do? Next, my hand felt a bump on the robot's neck and noticed that it was a switch. I pondered for a moment what might happen if this turned the robot on. Thinking with my glands rather than with my brain, as usual, my desire to see the robot open it's eyes overwhelmed any caution. As I flicked the switch, the robot did nothing for about 30 seconds. Suddenly the large dark almond eyes opened and the robot was looking right at me. In a sweet but firm voice with a Hong Kong accent, it said --PLEASE STATE YOUR NAME, BANK ID AND BUSINESS. IT IS AFTER HOURS, YOU MUST OBEY!! Not knowing what to say, I stuttered and stammered allowing the 10 seconds to elapse. At this point the robot responded: --YOUR IDENTIFICATION TIME HAS ELAPSED! PLEASE SURRENDER BY SITTING DOWN ON THE FLOOR AT THE TELLERBOT'S FEET. IF YOU DO THIS, I WONT HURT YOU, OTHERWISE I CANNOT BE RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR INJURY! I AM DESIGNED TO PICK UP 300 POUNDS OF DEAD WEIGHT AND MY HAND GRIP OF 75 LBS PER SQUARE INCH WHICH IS ROUGHLY THREE TIMES THE STRENGTH OF AN AVERAGE HUMAN MALE. I REPEAT, YOU MUST SURRENDER!! As the tellerbot finished it's sentence, it hesitated for a few seconds then stood up, standing at about 6 feet, almost two inches taller than myself. I stood frozen as it walked over to a wall. The right tall black boot of the tellerbot stepped on a hidden switch, which opened a built in wall control panel with several (circuit breaker type) throw switches in it. Her white nylon glove slid several inches out of her sleeve without giving away it's full length, as she reached toward the control panel switches. At this point she eased off the floor switch with her boot and then in unison reapplied pressure with her boot and deftly flicked the throw switch. This appeared to be some kind of a sequence as I heard a few clicks which indicated that now all of the outer doors were locked! The robot spoke again, --INTRUDER, THERE IS NO ESCAPE, ALL DOORS ARE SEALED. BEGIN INTRUDER ACQUISION-LEVEL1!! The tellerbot's same white glove then efficiently threw another switch as her boot stayed firmly planted on the hidden floor switch. This caused the room to be split in half as a gate came down between us. As soon as the gate came to a halt in the down postion, that soft white glove, that seemed so cool, smooth and innocent before was pulling on a lever that was sliding the gate toward me horizontally across the ceiling at a slow but deliberate rate. I was shocked, yet unbelievably turned on and wondered if I could sue the bank for giving me a coronary? Well, I wasn't hurt yet, but who knows what'll happen. The robot would pull on the lever, look my way again and repeat the action. The gate stopped when I was snared in a 3 feet by 10 feet section of the room. Next, the tellerbot snapped shut the control panel and slowly sauntered toward me. I became more and more agitated, yet I could feel my erection trying to pop thru my pants as the bootclicks on the tiled floor became louder and louder. The robot walked over to a small hidden door in the gate and punched a code. She stepped into my cell and closed the door behind her and faced me. My android persuer spoke again, --BEGIN FINAL INTRUDER ACQUISITION!. The robot pulled a small strobe light out of her pocket and positioned her gloved finger to turn it on. This was the last straw, I was not going to be caged and then further humiliated. I had superior intelligence to this thing and hopefully some more craft! One hundred ninety pounds of me went barreling toward the robot's shoulder, hoping to knock her off balance and make her drop the strobe, hoping I could either disable her or limit her sight by getting the strobe myself. I was able to knock her in the shoulder, yet it was quite painful for me. She wobbled a bit, but held onto the strobe. What happened next was a bit of a surprise! The tellerbot took the strobe and dropped it outside of the gate. I thought, maybe I confused it? The robot spoke again, --COMPLETE FINAL INTRUDER ACQUISTION, PHYSICAL CONTACT. This time the android came directly toward me first. Her mincing steps in the high heeled boots came faster and faster, then she stopped about 4 feet in front of me. She took a half step back and put one foot forward and sexily rocked a tall black boot on it's heel. This distracted me a bit too long as she backhanded me across the jaw. This didn't hurt alot, but knocked me off balance. She effortlessly stepped forward and crossed her boot behind me in the direction that I was off balance and simultaneouly caught hold of my wrist. One quick twist of her hand on my wrist in the direction of my weight caused me to trip over her foot. As I tripped over her foot she lifted it up so I landed on by back. Next, she sat on my chest adjusting her weight forward rendering me immobile. She spoke again, --SURRENDER NOW AND I WILL DISPENSE MY SLEEPING GAS CANNISTER, WITH THESE WHITE GLOVES THAT YOU TOUCHED BEFORE! Being wild with anger and fear, I tried to rock her off to no avail. She just adjusted her weight forward again which dampened my rocking. Next, she brought her black leather boots up and wrapped them around my neck. In spite of my fear, I could still smell the "new" leather scent. The robot spoke, --YOU LEAVE ME NO CHOICE, MY BOOTS THAT YOU SPENT APPROXIMATELY 67.3% OF OUR CONTACT TIME STUDYING WILL INDUCE YOUR SLEEP. I felt the pressure around my neck increase and then there was darkness. Part 2: THE INTERROGATION I woke up with a nasty headache, staring at the ceiling of an examination room, much like in a doctor's office. When I attempted to get up, I noticed that my arms and legs were bound by large cuffs of velcro . The cuffs were not pulled taught, but tight enough that one set of fingers could not help the other arms or legs escape. I also noticed that my clothes had been replaced with a throwaway medical gown. There were also several unfamiliar pieces of medical equipment in the room. This situation was truly bizarre and it really didn't add up. Fourth National bank wasn't a government agency like the CIA. Who would spend millions on a robot like that? I pondered these questions for about 5 minutes and then heard the hollow clicks of boots on tile outside of the room. My heart began to speed up rapidly. The door opened and the tellerbot appeared again. This time she was wearing a white lab coat over the red dress from before. The white nylon gloves were exchanged for black rubber gloves which also disappeared under her rolled up lab coat sleeves about 1/2 way up her forearms. The boots were the same black leather ones as before. She wore a small pink carnation pinned near the center of her chest. She clutched her rubber gloved hands together as if in anticipation of something, then spoke, --INTRUDER, ARE YOU NOW READY TO IDENTIFY YOURSELF AND PURPOSE? GIVEN YOUR TENUOUS SITUATION, I WILL GIVE YOU MORE TIME THAN BEFORE TO RESPOND. WOULD YOU LIKE SOMETHING FOR YOUR HEADACHE FROM THE STRANGULATION? I nodded yes. The android pulled open a drawer from under the table I was Secured to and produced a 2 pack of anacin. She ripped open the packet and put the two aspirin on the padded table next to me. Next she went over to a sink and got me a glass of water. The robot put the two pills in the palm of her rubber gloved hand and brought them up to my mouth for me to swallow. I picked them up in my lips and hesitated for a moment, pretending to be positioning the aspirins in my lips. The real reason was to savor the texture of the rubber glove touching my face and to breathe in it's scent. She then held the paper cup to my lips and seemed to be studying me as I drank the water. --INTRUDER, IT IS NOW TIME TO SUPPLY THE REQUIRED INFORMATION. YOU HAVE 10 SECONDS. I thought, oh shit, not again. I lost my head, not wanting to indentify myself and the allotted time passed by again. The tellerbot spoke again, --BEGIN INFORMATION EXTRACTION SEQUENCE, PHASE I. The robot stepped on a pedal under the table with one of her high black boots and my bonds became tighter. Next, she pulled my medical gown off of my body and ripped off the sleeves. I was prone and nearly naked except for my underwear briefs. My vulnerability to this android caused my manhood to swell to new heights. The robot spoke again, --INTRUDER, THIS MACHINE WILL GAUGE YOUR STIMULATION TO MY INTEROGATION. PREPARE FOR SAMPLING. The robot's rubber gloved hands made themselves very busy turning on and adjusting the knobs on an electronic box that looked like an EEG, but it wasn't. Six electrodes were carefully placed on my scalp. The box had a simple display on it. There were two black horizontal lines near the top and bottom. The line near the top was marked "pleasure threshold". The line on the bottom was marked "pain threshold". The robot stepped back from the table in full view and slowly paced the room, her high heeled boots made a quiet swishing sound against the lab coat as she studyied the display. A thick green bar appeared from the center of the screen and nearly rose to the line marked pleasure threshold. -- CAPTIVE, YOU SPEND A HIGH PERCENTAGE OF OUR CONTACT TIME WATCHING MY FOOTWEAR, IN ADDITION DURING THIS PERIOD YOU REGISTER A HIGH THRESHOLD OF PLEASURE. YOU ALSO TOUCHED MY BOOTS WHEN I WAS IN PASSIVE MODE. I went to speak, but the robot hushed me by putting her rubber covered hand over my mouth. QUIET! YOUR SUBJECTIVE INPUT WILL BE EVALUATED AT A LATER TIME WHEN YOU LEARN TO OBEY! PREPARE FOR PAIN THRESHOLD CALIBRATION! The android first located a pressure point on my upper thigh and gave it a healthy squeeze. The monitor showed my reaction slightly above the pain threshold. PREPARE FOR PLEASURE THRESHOLD CALIBRATION! The tellerbot stood along side the table and placed her cool rubber gloves on my stomach. They seemed to be tracing random patterns . I slowly realized what was happening as the movements gained effectiveness in tickling me. Suddenly the tellerbot's rubber gloved hands burrowed into both of my ribs simultaneously and it dawned on me that her interrogation included tickling. I enjoyed sensual tickling, but this was sensory overload. It was a different type of tickling from what I had ever experienced. Instead of soft strokes, the tellerbots fingers were like small yet powerful vibrators. Sometimes the vibrations were rapid and tiny, other times she poked me with her rubber fingertips. The effect was maddening, but highly erotic. The robot also seemed to catalogue my most ticklish spots as my ribs were fully "sampled". I tried to move away from the fingers and screamed out. Without missing a beat, the tellerbot tightened my bonds with a brief tap of her boot on the table length adjustment pedal, located under the table and continued her treatment. Her face had a single minded determined look which barely changed expression. At this point my genitals were becoming intensely sore from the robots incessant tickle teasing, yet the gloves never touched my genitals. I was experiencing blue balls and beyond. At one point the robot did seem to study my chronic erection. DEAR CAPTIVE, IT IS NOW TIME TO GO BEYOND THE PLEASURE THRESHOLD. YOU ARE SUFFICIENTLY VULNERABLE TO TICKLING. COMMENCE TICKELING LEVEL II Without saying another word the android produced two feathers out of her apron pockets. Her black rubber gloved hands holding the feathers began their random patterns, but this time on many body parts: the navel, breasts thighs, belly then back to ribs. Her pretty asian features barely changed from that determined expression, occasionally pursing her lips when a particularly ticklish spot was discovered. The tickling attacks became very random, I didn't know where she would strike next. At one point the robot was able to look away from the feedback screen and my body and just tickle. After the sampling was finished, the pleasure turned into agony because all of the sensitive spots were given just too much feathered attention. When I thought that the agony had reached a peak, it got worse. She seemed to tickle at the same maddening rate, but spend all of her time on the sensitive spots and travel very quickly between them. I found myself laughing out loud uncontrollably. After a few minutes she stopped. DEAR INTRUDER, CAPTIVE AND POOR SOUL, YOUR BODY HAS BEEN SAMPLED TO THE EXTENT THAT I CAN CAUSE YOU AGONY AT WILL. IN FACT I CAN NOT GUARANTEE THAT THE NEXT LEVEL OF TICKELING WOULD NOT CAUSE A PHYSICAL OR EVEN MENTAL HEALTH RISK. SHOULD I CONTINUE WITH LEVEL 3 TREATMENT? To show her serious intentions, her beautiful, yet relentlessly punishing black boot stepped down once more, on the table length control, which made my bonds impossibly tight. Next, she fixed me with an angry gaze and slowly closed the distance between the feathers and my captive torso. During this bizarre chain of events, I couldn't think very clearly (the tickling was driving me downright loopy) and attempted to hatch a desperate plan. I didn't want to be caught poking around in this experimental lab, yet being on the edge kept me from seeing the possible ramifications of fraudulent actions. There was only one bank name and matching ID that I knew besides my own. In desperation I interrupted the android, --MS Tellerbot, I have your answer! Without moving, she stared intently at me. Part 3: GETTING TO KNOW YOU INTRUDER, I AWAIT YOUR ANSWER. LACK OF HONESTY WILL RESULT IN LEVEL 3 TICKLING AS PUNISHMENT. PLEASE PROCEED. My name is Steven Tweed. WHAT IS YOUR BANK ID AND MOTHER'S MAIDEN NAME? My ID is 116046 and my mother's maiden name is Astor. WHAT IS YOUR SOCIAL SECURITY ID. 043-71-0987 HUH ...? MR CEO? (The CEOs blue blood background was nearly common knowledge. We administer the database for the CEO's private portfolio which includes his SS# and bank ID. Being a bit envious I seemed to remember some of his particulars.) I CANNOT FULLY COMPLETE YOUR SECURITY PROFILE BECAUSE THERE IS NO OCCULAR SCAN ON RECORD FOR YOU. AS SUCH, YOUR RELEASE IS IMPOSSIBLE. YET SINCE I HAVE A 51.7% CONFIDENCE RATE THAT YOU ARE STEVEN TWEED.AS SUCH,, YOUR INTEROGATION WILL CEASE. PLEASE ACCEPT MY APOLOGY UP FRONT! I'M SURE YOU RECOGNIZE MY SECURITY OBLIGATIONS. I REALIZE THAT MY PAST ACTIONS TO A CEO COULD HAVE SERIOUS RAMIFICATIONS. The tellerbot hung her head low for a moment. She then stepped down with one of her glossy boots and significantly loosened my bonds. SHALL I TOWEL OFF YOUR BODY FLUIDS MR CEO? I nodded. The android went over to the sink and prepared a hot towel bath. She returned and with apparent tenderness gently washed my whole body from head to toe, not once going near the genitals. During this time she gave me several sweet awkward smiles. MR CEO, I CANNOT RELEASE YOU UNTIL I GET CONFIRMATION BY A SECURITY STAFF MEMBER. THIS COULD TAKE SEVERAL HOURS, BUT PERHAPS I CAN ENTERTAIN YOU WITH THE CONTENTS OF MY DATABASE. YOUR CHOICES ARE: 1.WORD GAMES 2.TRIVIA 3.QUIZES 4.FEATS OF STRENGTH (did the developer watch Seinfeld? Festivus for the rest of us?) 5.ROBOT TRAINING 6.... I interrupted the tellerbot. --Please tell me about robot training. THIS WAY YOU CAN PROVIDE IMPORTANT INFORMATION FOR MY NEURAL NET. That might interesting. I MAY REQUIRE A BRIEF TESTING PERIOD WITH YOU TO SYNTHSIZE THE NEW DATA. The New Bank Security Ch. 2 Chapter 4: From The Sublime To The Ridiculous Dec 22, 3:06 AM- REM (Dream) sleep ... Large gentle female hands encased in buttery soft melted on black leather reach down for me from way high up. My bed tilts just perceptively as these gloves begin to perform their mission. As I lie on my back in a prone position, one glove snakes under and supports my neck. I also feel the softness of fur behind my neck. The other glove tunnels under my thighs and finds it's target around my far thigh. The smell of leather overpowers and envelops me such that I feel pre-cum at the tip of my shaft. With this awareness, I try to focus on the dream, which I am becoming aware of. "Please let it continue!". Effortlessly I am lifted off my bed up and up and held lovingly in a cradled position. I am feeling now like a very small child, quite vulnerable yet momentarily secure. The leather smell is omnipotent. My face nuzzles against a swelling breast covered by a black leather winter coat with fur adornments. Suddenly I feel a gentle swaying as I'm being carried away, far far away ... Dec 22 3:08 AM- The Ride Consciousness is slowly arriving. BRRRR it's cold!!! As my eyes fully open, I realize that I'm riding in the front passenger seat of a large luxury car. I have no socks, shoes or outerwear. It's just paunchy me and hanes against the world. I rub my bare feet on the plush carpet for warmth. It dawns on me that I have no idea where I'm going as I look over at the driver. My first vision is those buttery soft leather gloves resting on a steering wheel. They disappear several buttons (inches) up under a fur cuff sleeve of an exquisite leather winter coat. My groggy brain begs the question, "Is the leather fantom in my dream actually taking me for a car ride"? If so, where the hell are we going? Robots? Banks? Deep s---? Oh No!!! Too startled to speak, I continue my observations... The leather coat had an attached hood ringed by fur that this real (phantom?) was wearing, it masked most of her face. She was also wearing a pastel colored silk scarf covering her mouth, lower nose and chin. All I could see were blond bangs and sunglasses. The phantom was driving and looking straight forward as if I wasn't there. Except for the hum of the motor, there was silence. The center console seemed to be removed from the car. All of the controls were on the front panel, which resembled the cockpit of an airplane. The cockpit glowed with eerie blue and green lights in the 3AM darkness. Genetically wired at birth to inventory all female footwear, I strained my neck forward to look at the phantom's shoes. I was dying of suspense, but could not see what was controlling the car's pedals and my destiny. About a minute later, which seemed like an eternity, the mysterious lady suddenly reached up to a silver knob on the front panel. Her custom made black glove adjusted the knob by turning it very slowly, apparently savoring the task as I watched. As the knob turned, internal lights went on one at a time, each with a soft click. Two lights went on, one at her feet another by her head. In spite of seeing her other leather clothing, due to my groggy state, I was not prepared for the sight of her footwear. One word came to mind, MASTERFUL! These boots were donned to MASTER whatever they did and whomever they did "it" to. I saw a long Cruella type boot slowly adjusting the gas pedal to maintain highway speed. The boots disappeared under the driver's coat just below her knees. Maybe they were thigh boots?... another mystery. They were black leather, very tight fitting with stiletto 6" heels, recently polished, yet you could see that they were well broken in from other "action". This only turned me on more. She also wore small spurs strapped to her boot shafts. The straps also featured small silver spikes over their whole length. The phantom's boots had sexy crinkles that changed shapes as she worked the pedals. Looking at the phantom's overhead light, I noticed that she rode high in the seat and that her boot adorned legs looked very long. I wondered if she stood upright in her fetish gear by how much would she dwarf my 5'10"? I fantasized that my mouth would be even with the huge swelling breasts of my dream that were now well hidden by her leather coat. Looking through the tinted glass, there were no familiar landmarks as the rural countryside rolled by. Being a geographic illiterate, the highways and road signs were lost on me. Could I escape somehow? My lack of clothing didn't make it easy. Clever phantom! How did she know to flick on the interior lights? I saw that I was belted into a bucket seat with armrests and a conventional looking seatbelt. By looking down, I observed that the belt had a normal red button for a release. My attention lingered on the release for a few moments. Meanwhile, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the phantom turn ever so slightly to observe me. My curiosity caused her to react ... There was a fluid motion of boots and spurs as her right boot pressed down on the gas and accelerated the car from 55 to 75 mph. Her left black boot shifted from a resting position to be placed over a small remote round pedal. A form fitting black leather glove slid about 4 inches out of its fur cuffed leather sleeve as it left the steering wheel and reached for a small joystick on the console. The glove showed no buttons or openings as it she wrapped it around the joystick and proceeded to stroke it up and down. She continued looking forward and caressing the joystick making me very hot and bothered. The distraction was hypnotic as intended, temporarily soothed my paranoia and squelched any desire to escape. Nothing else happened. After a minute, her thumb pointed straight up as her left leather boot flexed and crushed down on the small round pedal. Next the gloved thumb pushed down on a red button at the tip of the joystick as the phantom jerked it hard to the left. This caused the arms of my bucket seat to swivel inward and lock around me tightly like a large arm. My captor also jerked the joystick in a down position which adjusted the chair arms snuggly against my hips. Afterwards the glove left the joystick and returned to the wheel gently tapping some unknown rhythm. Her right boot eased off the gas and continued it's gentle rocking motion to keep the car cruising at 55. She also released her left boot's pressure from the circular pedal, but kept her boot perched directly above it as my eyes became transfixed on her 6" heels. Needless to say, despite the eroticism of the situation it was still a nightmare. Who was this phantom? What was her relationship to Moriko at Fourth National Bank? In addition to being dressed in my skivvies in late December with no idea where I am and at the complete mercy of my captor, I still had other handicaps. I was quite shy with woman. This is multiplied by a thousand fold when I find myself in the rush of a fetish fantasy situation that is overloading my circuit breakers. Being kidnapped by a dominant amazon masterfully controlling me and a luxury car with her leather accessories and gadgets is my deepest fantasy. The phantom's boots and gloves were controlling me remotely and effortlessly in the most erotic way. Actually living this fantasy gives my stomach the worst butterflies. Her silence only adds to her remoteness, control and my nervousness. I don't know how to talk to this goddess. I didn't know how to talk to ordinary women! She did make the first move bringing me here? Moriko was different, she was a robot and spoke first. Part 5- Predicaments! Predicaments! Summoning up my courage... (In a weak crackling voice) Excuse me mam, can you tell me where we're going? This caused a very different reaction... Still looking forward, this dark angel reached over and with a tickle of her black covered index finger turned on the car's automatic speed control. The next step was to totally remove both boots from the pedals and bring them to rest closer to her on the floor. The pointy boot tips were now visible in a surreal sort of way by the eerie yellow floor light. She then slightly unzipped her jacket. Not removing her scarf or hood, she slowly removed a strange looking necklace that appeared to be an electrical attachment for a piece of lab equipment. The jacket was re-zipped as she remained the consummate phantom. The next move was quite unexpected ... My mysterious hostess brought her dark chocolate covered hand up to her face and it disappeared into the hood for a moment. Immediately after, at a teasingly slow rate, her hand slid down to her thigh and rested there for a moment. She repositioned her left boot over that obscure circular pedal again. I thought, "Oh no, here comes another suprise". yet I was being hypnotized as her merciless glove shot up to the console and erotically brushed over and even grasped a few controls as if they were a person's erogenous zone, but the ploy was to be a scene of a larger act. This served to distract me again until I realized what her glove's final target was... The glove glided off the console and headed my way. Her furry sleeve cuff overshot me and then glided sensually under my nose tickling it as her index finger came to rest there. I also noticed that my captor was partially turned toward me. Her dark glasses, hood and scarf masked any facial expression. The finger was slightly damp, perfumed and began to give my lips attention with it's strokes. It pierced my lips and used my tongue for moisture. Her glove then moved down and began to stroke my right nipple from outside of my undershirt. Next the glove moved inside of my shirt and began to delicately pinch and tickle the nipple as the fur cuff stroked the my chest and other nipple. "I don't quite know where this was going, but I surely liked this part of my "treatment". Next her hand found it's way south and pulled on the elastic waistband of my briefs. This exposed my penis so she could examine it. The briefs were then pulled down leaving me exposed and pointing straight up, not to mention indescribably hot and bothered. Her glove was now a bit more "business like" as it reached up and briefly pushed a small red button on the console while a long boot coordinated pressure to the left circular pedal. This red button is now lit up. Clearly setting me up for a fall, my captor's movements became clinical. She took the electrical device attachment off of her lap. It was a four-way attachment. There were two alligator clips each extending out of an ultrasonic grape sized device, a cylinder and a key. She fastened the small loose alligator clips to my two erect nipples. Next, she efficiently slid the cylinder that looked like a Chinese fingercuff over my c--- and tightened it with a clasp. The key was inserted into a slot in the dash marked "biofeedback transceiver". This sadistic pied piper was playing me like an instrument. So far, when I made any independent action, she would counteract it by a larger reaction by many orders of magnitude. Her reactions always featured an initial pacifying sexual tease ending in a predicament. The teasing and predicament phases were building cumulatively. Moriko's knowledge gained through "sampling" me in the bank laboratory had to have been imparted to the phantom. She was completely sensitized to my fetish within a fetish. I am uncontrollably stimulated by watching her boots and gloves adeptly manipulate the cars controls. This is further intensified by my increasing helplessness and her silent aggressiveness. A few minutes pass as the phantom looks straight ahead and drives, making no overt attempts to distract me. Trying to be as polite as possible I ask, "May I speak with you?" My captor continued looking forward, then after a few minutes she reached into her leather coat and pulled out some deep brown lipstick. She pulled her scarf down a bit and sensually applied the lipstick, occasionally glancing in the overhead mirror. She was facing straight forward and the hood was blocking any view of her lips. At one point she subtly moved the lipstick in and out of her mouth and gently rotated it by her glove tips. It looked like she was giving the lipstick a "head" and hand-job in stereo. I decided not to scold her about watching the road! She blotted her lips with a tissue, which she then tossed into my lap. The scarf was replaced and the lipstick was then put away. A short time later, the villainess started pushing up both jacket sleeves, to reveal several more inches of tight uninterrupted leather and moved her free glove up to the console ... ready to strike. Her fingers brush over a few "unused" controls for a second and then her index finger caresses a pushbutton that brightly indicates the passenger compartment temperature. It is 57 degrees and bearably chilly. She grabbed hold of the "Passenger Environment Temperature Control" and flipped it to the bottom of the blue zone. Next, about 12" of apparently endless black glove reaches up and casually rotates the Air Conditioning dial through all of it's positions to maximum. As the temperature dropped, the phantom pulled her scarf a little tighter and did a slow erotic dance by gyrating her hips and flexing her boots, apparently to keep warm. As I froze, both long black gloves took turns pulling on and smoothing out the other glove's almost non-existent wrinkles as it held tightly onto the wheel. My compromised situation limited my possibilities in this crisis somewhere between trussed up frozen turkey and human dashboard attachment. (Don't even think about human cigarette lighter!) No, that's too negative, even if it's true! I knew that somehow talking to the phantom was my only chance of escape, yet every attempt threw me deeper into the abyss of predicament. At first goose-pimples covered me everywhere that I could see. After a minute I began to shiver involuntarily, making any logical thoughts nearly impossible ... In a last ditch effort ... "Mistress, may this humble slave speak?" The phantom teasingly tapped the temperature indicator with her ebony fingertip, which brightly showed 45 degrees. After a short delay, her (up to now) relentless glove showed some mercy and slid the Passenger Environment Temperature Control into the red region. This increased the car temperature quickly into the relatively toasty 60's. At this point, I've calmed down a little and a deep rage starts to boil in spite of the fetish cornucopia and temp warm up. A little bondage with leather is ok but long term subjugation and severe discomfort cause me to literally grind my teeth. My anonymous mistress senses this and responds ... Her left boot carefully positions itself above the left circular "Device Enabler" pedal as her right long boot slips over a new target chosen for my "amusement". It's a fourth short narrow pedal to the left of the brake. She wastes no time. As her left boot crushes down, both gloves reach through the steering wheel. A small plastic panel is opened wide on the dash and both kidskin hands are simultaneously adjusting knobs inside it. Many soft clicking noises can be heard as the knobs are turned. After a short time the gloves are back on the wheel and her right boot flexes up away from the pedal and then slowly applies pressure. This was the start of a new sensation ... My c--- and nipples were being aroused with an extremely delicate tickling sensation. The intensity varied with her boot pressure. Actually the gentlest pressure was the most stimulating (feather-like) yet maddening. After a short time a soft black glove with nearly invisible seams reached up and delicately pulled out a knob from the control panel. Her right boot continued it's gentle rocking motion and then eased off the pedal, yet the sensations continued. The phantom had apparently crafted a "masturbation macro". My privates would be gently tickled by the ultrasound and brought near ejaculation, then a burst of rough pressure would shut me down just before orgasm. The feelings came randomly. I recognized the word transceiver before which implied that there was a biofeedback loop to sense my reactions. This pacifying phase was completely effective at soothing my rage. Next a glove came up pushed back in the knob, ceasing all sensation. After all I'd been through, her next action surprised me further ... The New Bank Security Ch. 3 Kevin is totally helpless to an Amazon Fembot of unknown identity. Yet he'd wouldn't want to be anywhere else and she knows it ... Peek a boo ... Attempting to clear my head, I gazed down at the floor and became lost in thought for what must have been 30 seconds. Upon looking up, I let out a small gasp ... The phantom had surreptitiously slid her scarf down to her neck, during my lapse, exposing her lower face. The phantom's heart shaped lips were smiling at me in an enigmatic way. Her glossy dark brown lips contrasted with her lightly tanned skin, making them more dramatic, even mesmerizing. She had high cheek bones and a firm chin line that would have made any Hollywood plastic surgeon proud. Her nose was of medium size and straight, being slightly upturned at the end. It had a softening effect in contrast to her dramatic bone structure, complementing and adding to her beauty. The hood and opaque glasses still masked her eyes and hair. My captor seemed to throw me a pouty air-kiss as a smooth black hand worked the car's directional signal lever. Her booted feet stepped on the gas and brake pedals in unison, which tightly controlled our deceleration rate, as we exited the highway. The exit road had no lights and was surrounded by woods. The car's brights switched on automatically. We continued on this road no other cars passed us. At this point, my captor turned to me and spoke!!! ... ARE YOU ENJOYING THE RIDE? I HOPE YOU DON'T FIND YOUR ACCOMMODATIONS TOO UNCOMFORTABLE. --I'm really not sure what this is all about. (Lying though my teeth) I'M SORRY KEVIN, BUT YOU'RE NOT BEING TOTALLY HONEST. DON'T EVER TAKE ME FOR A FOOL! YES, I KNOW YOUR NAME AND YOU ARE NOT THE FOURTH NATIONAL BANK CEO. My arm wrests became unbearably tight against my waist as the phantom adjusted the pressure using the small joystick on the console. After about a minute, her glove eased the joystick back to a moderately uncomfortable setting and returned to the steering wheel. FOR YOUR INFORMATION, THE BIOFEEDBACK SYSTEM CONNECTED TO YOUR PRIVATES ALSO FUNCTIONS AS A LIE DETECTOR. I CAN DETECT A LIE BY A SPIKE IN YOUR PULSE RATE. --Can you tell me what annoys you so I can avoid your wrath? ACTUALLY, MY RULES ARE PURPOSEFULLY INCONSISTANT. I'M VERY UNPREDICTABLE. THAT PUTS YOU AT A DISADVANTAGE, DOESN'T IT? -- Yes. In a nervous voice, not knowing what the outcome will be --Mmam, I'm dying of curiosity, will you show me the rest of your face? Would you share your beauty with me? The phantom reached over and started to lightly stroke the hair on my thigh with her long black glove. HOW SWEET AND SHY! FLATTERY MAY GET YOU SOMEWHERE. She slowly unzippered her coat leaving her hood on as both stilleto heeled boots crushed down on the brake pedal in unison. The car came to a halt. Next the sunglasses were removed and she eased out of her coat and placed it in the back seat. Her high heeled boot reapplied pressure to the gas and we continued on our journey. What I saw made my c--- point true north (like a compass) ... She had straight blond hair in different tones ending a bit past her shoulders. Each tinted lock of hair seemed to end gracefully at a different length, layered on her back and shoulders. Her bangs were expertly squared off to complement her facial features. A tasteful silk black dress hugged her curvaceous figure. Her breasts were full, well formed and filled out the dress. The sleeves of her dress ended above the elbow covering the tops of her long black leather gloves. The dress ended several inches above the knee, yet there were still no signs of boot tops. She kept her pastel colored scarf around her neck, which added color to the black dress and accesories. As I observed this image of perfection, I was also being watched through large almond shaped grey-blue eyes that had a very knowing gaze. I also noticed that the eyes were not human... Like Moriko, the phantom's facial expressions did not always change smoothly. On the phantom, this was a bit more subtle. She stared at me intently and seemed to be reading this thought. Her voice did not give away that she was robotic. --Thank you for showing yourself. You are truly beautiful! THANK YOU. I'VE BEEN KNOWN TO HAVE THAT EFFECT. SINCE YOUR ESCAPE IS QUITE HOPELESS AND I'VE BROUGHT YOU TO THIS REMOTE AREA, I THOUGHT I COULD GRANT YOUR WISH AND SHOW MYSELF. I'M AFRAID THOUGH, SINCE YOU'VE SEEN ME, YOUR FULL NEUTRALIZATION HAS TO START EARLIER. Neutralization? --Can you tell me what your plans are for me? ACTUALLY, I'M ABOUT TO ASSESS THAT DURING OUR CONVERSATION. --What may I call you? MISTRESS DIA OR DIA IF YOU'RE FEELING LUCKY. --What does Dia stand for? ACTUALLY, THAT'S A SENSITIVE SUBJECT, I'M SURE YOU'LL FIND OUT SOON ENOUGH. Dia offered her gloved hand to me to kiss and just as quickly removed it. Feelings of hopelessness were seriously deflating my male ego. I couldn't break out of my bonds. Even if I tried, certainly the robot could physically overpower me or easily serve up some new punisment with a flick of her gloved fingers. I tried not to feel bad about what I couldn't control, not being superman, but that was impossible. What the hell was the story behind this robot? Who and how would someone create something like this? I could see a high level design spec read, "control and titilate in every possible way". It was also scary thinking that if the adroid was totally autonomous, what else was she capable of doing to me? This strange situation was causing me to have conflicting emotions. Being kidnapped caused me to develop affectionate feelings for this mechanical mistress, due to feelings of dependency that I hadn't felt since childhood (plus other obvious reasons). Another "being" was , totally controlling me, yet in a bizarre way seeing to my needs. I felt like I was 2 years old. The fact that she was a robot and a fetish fantasy made it all stranger. I was also becoming confused, I didn't know if I wanted to run away, sit and gawk at her or lose it completely and beg her to let me sit on her lap while she caressed me with her black leather hands. (Any typical male aggression was of course totally ridiculous and dangerous.) Dia gave me a deceptively sweet smile as her left black boot positioned itself over the wicked device enabler pedal. Her right glove let go of the wheel and grasped a nearly hidden black and silver valve under the dash. Her kidskinned hand barely turned the valve to the right as her left boot stepped all of the way down on the device enabler pedal. The sound of a fan started up and I instantly became light headed. I thought that I might pass out, but didn't. --Wha's dis (sluring my words) MR JONES, THIS IS THE LAST PHASE OF YOUR NEUTRALIZATION. MY LEATHER GLOVE WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM MY HIGH HEELED BOOT, BOTH OF WHICH YOU ARE SO OBVIOUSLY FOND OF, ARE CONTROLLING THE MIX OF AIR AND GAS IN THE CAR MAKING YOU QUITE DOCILE. THE VAPORIZED SODIUM PENTATHAL ADDITIVE WILL ALSO CAUSE YOU TO SUPPLY TRUTHFUL ANSWERS DURING OUR CONVERSATION. YOUR RESPIRATION IS BEING MONITORED BY THE BIOFEEDBACK SYSTEM. BEING THAT I AM AN IMPROVEMENT OVER A HUMAN, I AM NOT AFFECTED BY THE GAS. YOU ARE NOW FULLY NEUTRALIZED AND TOTALLY UNDER MY CONTROL. YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT I HAVE REDUNDANT NEURAL NETWORKS AND WILL NOT INVOLUNTARILY NEED ANY DOWN TIME LIKE MORIKO. As the ex-phantom spoke, her glove glided down my thigh and wrapped itself firmly around my scrotal sack. Dia had a slightly low resonant voice that had a soft midwest twang. She accented and hissed the "Z" in "neutralization" in quite a sultry fashion. She would tighten her grip to emphasize certain words. SLAVE, THE REASON THAT YOU'RE HERE, AS YOU WELL KNOW , IS THAT YOU HAVE ACQUIRED KNOWLEDGE OF MORIKO AND NOW ME. I REALIZE THAT YOU ARE A VICTIM , BEING IN THE WRONG PLACE AT THE WRONG TIME, BUT NOW THAT CAN'T BE ERASED. CAN IT? Dia stopped speaking for a moment and licked her dark leather index finger and thumb. She slid off my feedback ring, and rubbed my cockhead between her thumb and index finger. This time to emphasize her meaning, she would stroke me very lightly and slowly, taking several seconds to stroke from the c--- tip to the base. KEVIN, DID YOU SPEAK TO ANYONE ABOUT YOUR ENCOUNTER WITH MORIKO? --No (truthfully) YOU'RE EXTREMELY LUCKY THAT YOU DIDN'T SHARE THIS INFORMATION. YOUR BIOFEEDBACK READING SHOWS THAT YOU ARE BEING TRUTHFUL. THE FACT THAT YOU KNOW ABOUT MORIKO AND I MEANS THAT YOU MUST REMAIN AS OUR "PERMANENT GUEST". IF YOU ARE ABLE TO SERVE US SATISFACTORALLY, AFTER AN INITIATION PERIOD, WE CAN AFFORD YOU MUCH PLEASURE TEMPERED BY PROPER DISCIPLINE. I DON'T EVEN WANT TO SAY WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU DISAPPOINTED US IN YOUR TRAINING... AS I'M SURE YOU KNOW, THIS WHOLE OUTING HAS BEEN SETUP TO PUT YOU AT A DISADVANTAGE IN EVERY WAY, MAKING YOUR CAPTURE A CERTAINTY. NOT ONLY CAN I OVERPOWER YOU PHYSICALLY, BUT MY ANTI-PERSONNEL SYSTEM MAKES YOUR ESCAPE IMPOSSIBLE. WE ALSO KNOW ALOT ABOUT YOU FROM MORIKO'S SAMPLING.I AM WELL AWARE OF YOUR FASCINATION WITH MY LEATHER ACCESSORIES. THE BIOFEEDBACK READINGS SHOWS THAT YOU TRULY ENJOY WATCHING MY BOOTS AND GLOVES CONTROL YOU REMOTELY THROUGH THE CAR'S ANTI-PERSONNEL SYSTEM, EVEN THOUGH MY ACTIONS ARE SNEAKY AND SOMETIMES CRUEL. YOU ACTUALLY CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF IT. CAN YOU? --That is true, mistress. IN TIME, YOU PROBABLY WOULD NOT LEAVE, EVEN IF I OFFERED TO RELEASE YOU. I ASSUME YOU WILL SERVE ME WILLINGLY? The gas had a strange affect on me. I felt like I was outside of my body, yet I felt an inner calm. --Mistress Dia, I tink I would have to ajus to the wole of servin you, but it would be bery excitin. VERY WELL SLAVE. YOU PASS THE TEST. CONSIDER "US" YOUR PERMANANT "BABY SITTERS". Dia's hand moved off of my swollen c--- and replaced the biofeedback c--- ring leaving me high but not dry. She then looked me in the eye and spoke ... IT'S PAST YOUR BED TIME LITTLE BOY! What I remembered before everything went black was Dia blowing a kiss off of her glove to me. She then smoothed her silk dress and grasped the gas valve again, turning it slowly with coordined pressure on the "enabler" pedal from her black stilleto heeled boot, increasing the gas flow. Unconsiousness came quickly... Part 7: THE CONTEST? I awoke with a start in another strange place, which was getting to be a habit these days. A hand was holding a smelling salt packet under my nose. I was naked and slumped on a white tiled floor in a large bare room. As the hand withdrew, I noticed a familiar pair of black boots, one of which was impatiently tapping on the floor. Dia had removed her silk dress and gloves and was standing over me. She wore only black panties and her shapely breasts were nearly bursting through a black bra, which was a little small for her. Her body was designed to have a sensual athletic appeal. Her stomach was flat and showed the individual abdominal muscles. Her arms and shoulders were developed, yet not muscle bound and were quite toned. Her hands were very smooth and attractive in proportion to her above average stature. Dia's boots rose to within a few inches of her crotch. GET UP SLAVE! As I stood up I saw that Dia had over 5 inches on me. I suppose that barefoot we were about the same height. KEVIN, I PROPOSE A CONTEST TO YOU. PLEASE NOTICE THAT ACROSS THE ROOM BY THE OPEN DOOR ARE THE DAY CLOTHES THAT I TOOK FROM YOUR APARTMENT. ALSO NOTICE THAT THE KEYS TO THE CADALLAC ARE PLACED NEXT TO YOUR CLOTHES IN A PADDED ENVELOPE. IF YOU GET PAST ME AND REACH THE DOOR BEFORE I DO, I WILL PERSUE YOU NO FURTHER. YOU MAY DRIVE THE CAR BACK TO NYC AND MAIL THE SASE ENVELOPE BACK INDICATING WHERE THE CAR IS. PLEASE PROCEED! Thinking quickly, seeing a sucker bet -- Please mistress, I have no desire to escape from you! KEVIN, I AM ORDERING YOU TO TAKE PART IN THIS CONTEST, OTHERWISE YOUR INSUBORDINATION WILL BE SEVERELY PUNISHED! --Ok. MAYBE YOU'LL EVEN GET A CHANCE TO PAY ME BACK FOR MY CRUELTY BY PUNISHING ME! YOU ARE PERMITTED TO "FIGHT BACK" TO REACH THE DOOR. If she were human, with her physique, she could most probably kick my ass. As a robot, forget it! My chubby body was no match against steel and servomotors. I'll try to evade her for a while ... Dia kept her distance, but always tracked me, as she stayed directly in line between me and the door. I noticed that as time went on, she stepped closer and closer to me, nearly backing me up to the rear wall. This together with the klick of her bootheels and her silence were driving me crazy. Finally, nearly losing it, I ran nearly to her and in an attempt to do a quick pivot around her, slid on my butt. Without looking back, I put all of my weight on my right palm and tried to push myself into a forward lunge. My left foot then hit the ground attaining balance. Before I could break into a run, a stiletto bootheel pinned down my left foot across the toes just before I transferred all of my weight to my right foot. I felt like I sprained several toes and then crashed to the ground on my back. Before I could move, Dia trapped my wrist under the arch of her right boot. She then prodded me in the ribs with her spur. The points of the spur applied so lightly was an effective form of tickling, which also caused me to get very aroused. SLAVE, I'M SO HAPPY THAT YOU'RE BEING PROPERLY ACQUAINTED WITH MY BOOTS. THEY CAN CONTROL YOU IN SO MANY WAYS BESIDES OPERATING THE CAR'S ANTIPERSONNEL DEVICE PEDALS. I'LL BE VERY DISAPPOINTED IF YOU DON'T TRY TO DEFEND YOURSELF. DON'T HOLD BACK. Using all of the speed and strength I could muster, I recoiled and tried to pry her leather clad leg off of my wrist using my feet. She just shifted her weight, which dodged most of my blow and bent my wrist into a more uncomfortable position causing excruciating pain. My legs were deftly swept aside and Dia stepped lightly on my scrotum with the tip of her other pointy boot. The boot tip slid forward until her sole covered the length of my c--- and balls. UP UNTIL NOW, YOU'VE BEEN A SPECTATOR TO MY PEDAL PUMPING KEVIN. HOW DOES IT FEEL FOR YOU TO BE MY PEDAL, YOU LITTLE "CHUNKY MONKEY"? I'M SURE YOU'VE FANTASIZED ABOUT THIS, HAVEN'T YOU? I really should have gone on that diet, this is nearly embarrasing. --Yes. Dia's boot applied pressure to my c--- and balls in a suprisingly gingerly fashion. Thank god for small favors! She then removed her foot from my c--- and wrist. TRY TO GET AWAY FROM ME SLAVE! As I would try to roll away or get up, a long black boot would either trap my motion, give me a light kick in the ribs or lightly step on my c--- and balls, done to prod me back to the center of the room. This went on for a minute or so. To be honest, I didn't want this part of the game to end. I HOPE YOU LIKE MY VERSION OF SOCCER KEVIN. --Truly. The next thing that Dia did would have blown my mind even if I spent the last ten years in the World Wrestling Federation (which is staged wrestling in the US). She grabbed me by the ankles and hoisted me into the air upside down. In wrestling, this was called a pile driver. I prayed to god that she didn't crash my head on the floor. After my ankles were raised up to her full height, she lifted me up further by placing my thighs on her shoulders and supported my weight by holding my waist. IT'S TIME TO SHOW MY BOOTS RESPECT. PLEASE SHOW YOUR TONGUE LOVE. I did the best I could to lick the tops of her boots while hanging upside down. I really had no idea where this was going until she began to lick my inner thighs and balls, making me unbelievably hot. Next she took my c--- in her mouth and lightly teased the tip before taking in my whole shaft. She took me straight to orgasm and then gently laid me down. She then sat down on the floor and urged me to sit on her lap. Her short white nails played a sensual symphony on my nipples and thighs as she also rubbed her booted legs against mine. She also teased me with the proximity of her large breasts. Her sensual touch and the smell of her soft leather was enchanting! Shortly after, Dia stood up and went to a closet where she took out the black dress and gloves that she was wearing during our "drive". She first took her time pulling on each glove up to the shoulder and smoothing it. Next she slipped the dress on and admired herself while combing her hair in the mirror on the inside of the closet. For my benefit, she did a slow pirouette showing her magnificence at every angle. Dia then took me by the hand as we walked across the room to another door. KEVIN, I HAVE MUCH WORK TO DO AND I CAN'T SPEND ANY MORE TIME WITH YOU RIGHT NOW. ACTUALLY I THINK THAT SOMEONE FROM THE BANK HAS SOME UNFINISHED BUSINESS TO SETTLE WITH YOU. Could this be Moriko? I wasn't certain. I didn't like the word "settle". Robo-dom Dia opened a door showing a steep, yet stopped escalator going down into a poorly lit passage. It must go down several stories, the bottom landing was not visible. She firmly, yet gently, guided me onto the steps and then gave me a kiss on the lips, letting her black leather hands linger on my face just long to intoxicate me with their heavenly scent. I heard her mumble something very low about level 3 interogation. Abruptly, quick as a flash, a long black glove pulled on a lever, which jump started the escalator causing me to grab on to keep from falling backwards. As I looked back the same glove flicked a switch to turn off all of the lights and then I heard a deadbolt turn as I continued down into the darkness ... The New Bank Security Fine. OK, LETS BEGIN TRAINING SEQUENCE. SHOULD I REMOVE YOUR BONDS? Not yet. CURIOUS! The tellerbot pulled up a chair, sat down and crossed her booted legs. The lab coat rose up to her knees, but no boot tops were in sight. She then clenched her black rubber gloves together and looked at the pleasure/pain monitor, as if for my reaction. She would occasionally do other things like rock her boot heel, smooth her gloves or adjust a control on the monitor and then study the monitor's reaction. --Can you tell me why you didn't phone my presence to security and instead took it upon yourself to apprehend me? A THOUSAND PARDONS MR CEO. THERE IS NO PHONE HOOKUP TO SECURITY. I TOOK IT UPON MYSELF TO CAPTURE YOU. YOU WALKED INTO AN INCOMPLETE TEST BED IN ADVANCED LAB 12. I WAS ONLY TURNED ON 3 TIMES IN THE BANK WITH MY FULL NEURAL NET INSTALLED AND THOSE TIMES THE DEVELOPER HAD MY REMOTE CONTROL CUTOFF MECHANISM READY TO USE IF NEEDED DUE TO MY POTENTIAL PHYSICAL AGRESSIVENESS. Why did you rock back on your heel before in the other room before you hit me? I NOTICE WHAT DISTRACTS OTHERS AND USE IT TO MY ADVANTAGE --Do you have a name? PLEASE CALL ME MORI, SHORT FOR MORIKKO. SOME OF MY LINEAGE IS ALSO JAPANESE AND AMERICAN.BESIDES CHINESE. (Lineage?) Mori, where did you learn how to fight humans? IN THE JAPENESE ARMY. AFTER 4 MONTHS MY MATCHES IN JUDO RAN 99.7% UDEFEATED, DUE TO THE STRENGTHENING OF MY NEURAL NET (experiances). I LOST TO A SIXTH DEGREE BLACKBELT WHO TURNED ME OFF IN THE MIDDLE OF A MATCH. YET HE WAS IN A COMPROMISED SITUATION IN A FIREMAN'S CARRY HOLD ABOUT 2.5 SECONDS FROM A PIN. HE WOULD NOT HAVE A REMATCH. Mori, why do you wear boots and gloves? HERSCHBERG, MY DEVELOPER SEEMS TO PREFER THEM TO OTHER ACCESORIES. HE TELLS ME THEY ARE MORE FASHIONABLE AND MORE AUTHORITATIVE THAN OTHER CLOTHES. I bet. MISTER CEO, I BELIEVE IT IS MY TURN TO ASK SOME QUESTIONS. Ok Mori. MISTER CEO, WHY DID YOU TOUCH MY GLOVES AND FOOTWEAR BEFORE WHEN I WAS IN PASSIVE MODE IN THE OTHER ROOM. ALSO WHY DO YOU STARE AT AND SEEM TO HAVE PLEASURE WATCHING ME PERFORM ANY KIND OF MOVEMENT WITH MY BOOTS OR GLOVES? I 'VE BEEN CONFIRMING PREVIOUS OBSERVATIONS OF THIS BY WATCHING YOUR STIMULUS LEVELS DURING OUR PRESENT CONVERSATION. DO YOU ALSO FIND MY ACCESORIES AUTHORITATIVE OR FASHIONABLE? Yes. they are authoratative and constantly excite me! HMM?? Sometimes men like to be teased and pampered by women (or robots I guess) wearing your sort of clothing. In fact you've done everything but give me an orgasm. WHAT IS TEASING AND WHAT IS AN ORGASM? Teasing can include non direct stimulation for a while before direct genital stimulation is given. It can also mean other things like verbal teasing and playing games. The games can even include pampering or in my prone state threats. Your tickling is certainly a form of teasing when it doesn't exceed the pleasure threshold. . Most men need direct stimulation on the genitals to achieve orgasm. It is generally the highest form of human sexual pleasure, though your teasing can equal it Mori. A man will ejaculate his sperm during orgasm. Would you care to incorporate this into your neural net? MR CEO, THIS AREA WAS AVOIDED IN MY TRAINING BY HERSHBERG. IF IT PLEASES ONE OF YOUR POSITION, IT WILL PLEASE ME! I BELIEVE IT IS CALLED MASTERBATION? (Sex with a robot would be a little too bizarre!) yes. SO I SHOULD TEASE YOU, PAMPER YOU, THREATEN YOU AND LATER MASTERBATE YOU? Yes. Just look in your database about how you've stimulated me in the past. When you feel you're ready, you can begin your direct genital stimulation. BEGIN LEVEL THREE TICKELING INTEROGATION! YOU ARE NOT MR CEO. What? YOUR EYE COLOR DOES NOT MATCH THE CEOS!!! YOU ARE A LIAR! PREPARE FOR SEVERE PUNISHMENT AND ATTITUDE ADJUSTMENT. The tellerbot walked over to the table and tightened my bonds with a hard stamp of her right boot on the table length adjustment pedal. Her eyes glaring at me, she took out both feathers and begin to tickle me like the dickens until I interrupted her. Mori, I am the CEO and have blue eyes!!!!!!!! She then stopped and loosened the bonds. SCARED YOU MR CEO! I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR EYE COLOR SHOULD BE! HA HA! YOU'RE LUCKY, IF YOU CONFESSED, I WOULD HAVE HAD TO PUNISHED YOU! Whoosh, you sure did scare me! (Her last actions were weird. They would have been appeared to have been trained.) I UNDERSTAND YOUR DESIRES! PLEASE STAY SILENT AND LET ME TAKE CONTROL OF YOUR BODY! Mori stood up and paced the room a few times as I listened to the click of her 5" heeled heeled boots on the tiled floor. She then smoothed her rubber gloves and walked over and readjusted all the pleasure/pain monitor controls very slowly and delicately. Next she walked over to the lab table and stepped down on the table adjustment with her boot to make it slightly uncomfortable and giving me a knowing smile. She cooed, POOR STEVEN. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH YOU? As she held my face with her gloved hands just so I could drink in the rubber scent. The tellerbot momentarily rested her rubber gloves on my my stomach and played with my navel. Next she opened a jar of rubbing oil and applied it to my nipples and took her time rubbing it in with the lightest of strokes causing unfathomable pleasure and probably the 100th erection of the day. Next the feathers came out, this time I was sampled head to feet. Only occasionally would she push me beyond my limits, once doing a slight tightening of my bonds with a boot tap on the bonds pedal, occasionally one of the rubber gloves would rub my erection and Mori would say, HAVE PATIENCE STEVEN. All of this was done without even looking at the monitor. After what seemed too long, the robot pulled my briefs down And lightly squeezed my penis head between her thumb and index finger. She messaged it for a moment then let go and readjusted the controls on the monitor. Afterwards she turned to me with a child-like evil Smile and said, NOW WHERE WAS I? She seemed to get a good grasp of the situation almost instantly and modulated my ecstacy both above and below the pleasure boundary. She also experimented by rubbing and pulling my testicles. and re-oiling her gloves and lightly brushing my nipples. This monitor was truly reading my mind. She decided to finish me up about after about 10 minutes . Needless to say, her sampling techniques, facilitated by her slick rubber gloves worked with great efficacy. I rested afterwards as she washed my genitals with rubbing alchohol. Testing the waters, she gently stroked my penis, sensing that my desire had not abated, she said -I'M NOT QUITE FINISHED WITH YOU YET! She removed my velcro bonds and directed me to stand up. I became instantly excited as I stood facing her, due to her superior height, fetish outfit and my nakedness. The electrodes were still attached to my scalp recording my reactions. Mori gently tripped me with a sweep of her boot, caught me and guided me down to the floor. Next she gently prodded me and kicked me with her boots, ocassionally stepping on my cock. This seemed weird, not her actions (they were heavenly to me) but how did she know how to tease dominantly? Next she hoisted me up across her lap and gently spanked me while she took me to heaven and back with her attention to my penis using her rubber gloved hand. After she finished, I asked her - Mori, where did you learn to interrogate through ticklng and to spank and stimulate a man? MY DEVELOPER WORKS WITH ANOTHER PROGRAMMER. HE "TRAINED" ME FOR A FEW MONTHS. I THINK HERSHBERG IS UNAWARE OF THE NATURE OF HIS TRAINING. It made sense. Even though the robot could learn many things, they all had to be trained. The robot's ability to synthesize data to create new behavior is not creative and far inferior to that of a human. I noticed afterwards that the robot was becoming very still. MR CEO, FOR NEURAL NET INTEGRITY, MY TRAINING SESSIONS ARE LIMITED TO 1 HOUR. PLEASE STAND BY WHILE I RECHARGE FOR THE NEXT 15 MINUTES! SORRY, THIS EVENT WAS UNEXPECTED. Can you please loosen my bonds? OK. With my bonds loosend, I gathered my clothes, left the room, quickly changed and walked over to the room where the first encounter was with the tellerbot. I saw a technician come walking in and flashed my badge and ran past him. Unknowingly, I dropped a visa receipt on the floor when I reached in my pocket for my badge. Returning to work the next day, I received an interesting email from mori.fourrthnational.com. DEAR MR JONES, I'D LIKE TO CONTINUE OUR VISIT. WE HAVE SOME UNFINISHED BUSINESS. GLOVES AND KISSES, MORI PS. IN THREE WEEKS, I'LL BE TRAINED TO NAVIGATE OUTSIDE THE BANK. PERHAPS I'LL MAKE YOU AN UNANNOUNCED HOUSE CALL. PPS. TRICK OR TREAT? ONLY MY NEURAL NET WILL KNOW FOR SURE. HA HA!! I fainted on my desk!