Free BRUTAL BYTES by Roger Hastings Page A

to perform in a new location.
    With the usual short ankle chain locked to my ankle cuffs, it was exhausting work shuffling along the concrete corridor, trying to keep up with the robot as it clomped along on its eight legs. The inner recesses of these endless underground passages were always completely dark. Being yanked along by my cock when I couldn’t see anything was a scary experience. I now knew enough about Big Dick’s idea of fun to realize he planned it this way.
    The robot unlocked another steel-barred door and pulled me into a dimly lit tunnel. It was a longer march this time through the endless, arched, concrete passageway. There were sharp corners where the tunnel changed direction, and crossings where other gloomy tunnels branched off, leading away to unseen destinations. I had no wish to find out what was waiting at their ends.
    At last we came to a ramp sloping upward, with a light at the far end. It was challenging for me to manage the climb up the slope with my ankle chain, as fast as the robot moved. I breathed fresh air!
    We came up into a large square building. The blank, featureless stone walls were long and straight, with no doors. They enclosed a space at least eighty feet square, with a gray, dreary ceiling about twenty feet high. Voices echoed in the vast concrete chamber. This must be another of Big Dick’s ‘modifications’. What would such a large, empty enclosure be used for?
    “Us!”
    The room wasn’t empty. Two discipline robots stood near the center of the room, silently waiting for Big Dick’s summons. There was also a double row of bondage crosses, facing each other, the rows spaced about twelve feet apart. Each one was a vertical beam about five feet tall, with a shorter beam attached horizontally. They didn’t look comfortable. The rows of crosses stretched across the room, from one wall to the farther wall. All were empty except one. There was a naked woman strapped to one cross.
    Vicky!” I cried out her name and hurried toward her until my tether yanked me to a halt. “Vicky, are you all right?”
    Her head whipped around at the sound of my voice and her tear-rimmed eyes widened. Her face was wet with tears dripping on her shivering breasts.
    “Steve! Oh, thank god, you’re still alive!”
    “Oh, Vicky, I’ve been so worried about you.”
    A naked man stood in front of her, holding a long, braided leather whip, caressing his erection with its coiled length. It was Lon Devlin, wearing the number M-0416. He is the man I demoted and transferred to a much lower-paying job last month. He had been drinking, and in his condition he caused the accidental destruction of a nearly completed device. The setback to our timetable cost us nearly a hundred thousand dollars. If he weren’t such a brilliant researcher, I would have fired him instantly. Now I wished with all my heart I had got rid of him. His open hand with splayed fingers rubbed Vicky’s unprotected belly and thighs, grinning at me with malicious revenge in his eyes.
    A petite, young black-skinned girl knelt at the foot of the other whipping cross directly across from Vicky. She was very pretty, and wore a white leather bondage harness that strapped her arms tight against her back. She had her number painted in white on her belly, ‘F-1336’, boldly visible on her delicate, mahogany brown skin. A large, white-outlined arrow under the number pointed at her pussy. Her long, shining black hair cascaded down her back until its tips caressed her naked buttocks. Her pert, conical, chocolate-nippled breasts jiggled as she shivered with expectation. There was one of those huge-headed guard robots standing next to her. She looked at me and shrank back against the bottom of the cross.
    My robot towed me to the cross directly in front of Vicky, and the guard robot released my tether. He spoke to me, “Stand with your back against the cross and spread your arms out, shoulder level, against the horizontal beam.”
    I felt the