Free BRUTAL BYTES by Roger Hastings Page B

rough texture of the wood pressing against my naked skin. The robot wrapped a strap around my waist and cinched it tight behind the post and buckled it. The guard robot stretched my arms out one at a time and locked my wrist cuffs to the ends of the horizontal beam. More straps were buckled tight around my elbows and shoulders. Finally, he pulled my legs wide apart, stretching them taut, and locked one end of the chains to my ankle cuffs, and the other end to ringbolts spaced far apart on the floor.
    Now both Vicky and I were facing each other, strapped in the same way to our crosses about twelve feet apart. She had the number ‘F-0247’ painted on her naked body, just above her navel.
    I strained forward, trying to get just one inch closer to my beautiful, auburn-haired Vicky. It was certain both of us weren’t going anywhere. I scowled at the whip Lon was holding. He just pointed to the welts on his buttocks and belly and the swollen purple bruises on his cock and balls.
    “Now it’s my turn to put some of these on Vicky, Steve. I’ve waited a long time for my revenge against you for demoting me. Now Big Dick has made it possible.”
    “Please, Lon, don’t hurt her. If it’s revenge you want, whip me!”
    “No, not you, Steve. I know that being forced to watch me whipping your beloved Vicky will give you ten times as much pain.”
    Vicky’s emerald green eyes widened in terror. “Steve,” she said, her lower lip trembling, “please stop him! Don’t let him whip me!”
    Lon’s laugh was a cruel as the whip he flaunted in Vicky’s face. “And just how do you imagine he can stop me?” he said to her. “Look at him, strapped to that cross just like you are strapped to yours. Neither of you can stop me from enjoying my revenge with your naked body.”
    I looked up at Big Dick’s ever-present cameras and called to him. “Why do you do these things to innocent girls? What are you trying to prove?”
    Big Dick’s electronic voice echoed from the black concrete walls. “Exactly, M-0001—that’s just what I am doing—proving something.”
    I closed my tear-rimmed eyes, miserable with despair. “What? Prove what?”
    “Prove your reaction to being whipped, then masturbated to an overwhelming orgasm was not a fluke. That black-skinned female is going to perform oral sex on you while you watch Vicky being whipped. I selected an expert female for your pleasure. I read her lover’s private file. He says she can suck the lead out of a wooden pencil.
    “I’m going to prove to you that feeling pain, or watching a beautiful, naked female being punished, even the one the male loves, makes a male’s orgasm extremely powerful and pleasurable.”
    “Big Dick, don’t! Please M-m-mph!” The guard robot strapped a leather gag over my mouth.
    “My Master has ordered that you watch and listen—not talk!”
    My eyes gazed into Vicky’s, trying to signal her how much I love her, how sorry I was that I hired her and brought her to this facility just so we could be together. I couldn’t bear thinking about what her life is like now.
    There was a sound at the tunnel entrance and a small olive-drab colored robot entered the building, rolling on large, fat rubber tires. It was a low, steel frame on wheels, with a large, slanting ovoid mounted on top. A flexing tubular neck rose up from the center on top of the ovoid body, curving like a swan’s neck. At the end was a saucer shaped head with four attentive green eyes and sensitive microphones bristling out all around the edge, giving the robot a full 360 degree circle of observation. The robot stationed himself where he could watch Vicky and me. The robot’s ‘Master’, Big Dick, didn’t want to miss seeing and hearing even the slightest detail of our performance.
    “A voyeur robot,” the guard robot said. “My Master’s eyes and ears to enjoy viewing humans performing sex. This model is a variant of my master’s surveillance robots. There are five hundred