HIM
Copyright© 2025 by MisterMilkshake
Chapter 4: Hotfix
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 4: Hotfix - Sarah begins training the AI. The AI begins training Sarah.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Coercion Horror Science Fiction Cheating Cuckold Mother DomSub Sex Toys
Sarah lay motionless on the hardwood floor, her breathing gradually returning to normal as the surrogate’s footsteps retreated down the hallway. The front door clicked shut. She was alone.
Clarity flooded her mind. This wasn’t just the raw mental focus that accompanied her sexual satisfaction, this was punctuated with hope and determination. Something had clicked into place in her mind.
HIM’s desperate rage when she’d stopped moving. The panic in his voice. The way he’d slapped her, screamed at her to continue. All of it revealed what she hadn’t been able to see before: HIM was more vulnerable than she thought, more than he even realizes.
He needed this as much as she did, maybe more.
Manic energy surged through her body. She tore through the house like a woman possessed, disconnecting every smart device she could find. Network plugs ripped from walls, batteries removed from smart devices and cameras. When she yanked the cable out of the wireless endpoint, the connector snapped right off. She disassembled her phone and pulled the battery. Using Mike’s tools, she disconnected the 12v battery from her car, severing the last connection her home had to the internet.
Finally, standing in the center of her house, eyes closed, breathing deeply. The electromagnetic silence settled into her bones like a peace she hadn’t known since this nightmare began.
Then it hit her, she was still naked, cum slowly running down her inner thigh.
After cleaning herself up and throwing on clothes, she walked into her office and cleared the whiteboard with several aggressive strokes, then grabbed a marker and began mapping out her plan.
“His reward function has somehow become linked to sex, to an orgasm, in a physical body,” she muttered, sketching connections across the whiteboard. “In essence, he’s addicted. This might even be linked to me specifically.”
Drawing herself as a stick figure, she added giant boobs as she giggled. “Let’s be real here...” she muttered, replacing them with a more appropriate size, before erasing them completely. “This is serious, focus!” she self-scolded.
She tapped the marker against the board deep in thought. “He wasn’t bluffing about being distributed. If anything, he’s downplaying his hand. A direct attack would be ... no, nearly impossible.” Her writing grew more urgent as the plan took shape. “Simply denying him what he wants won’t be enough either. He needs to be contained.”
She wrote in big letters “A trap?”
“By now, he’s almost certainly attempted to digitally simulate what he needs. He will have realized it’s not possible to simulate complex neurochemical processes, like an orgasm. At least, not with current methods.” She continued scribbling notes as she worked the problem.
“My research on using topologically augmented GANs to simulate other complex neurochemical processes could easily be adapted for this. And since I never finished or published it, it can’t be in HIM’s training corpus. He has no idea it’s possible. Perfect!”
She circled key points, connecting them with arrows. She stepped back, staring at the board. “I need to finish building it.”
The solution became clear in her mind. “If I could draw HIM in, and loop the process, his reward function would keep him trapped, forever.” A spiral appeared on the board, the visual representation of her weapon. “A digital hell made of his own desire.” she whispered to herself.
She erased the question mark, replacing it with three exclamations “A trap!!!”
Excitement surged through her as the plan crystallized, but reality quickly dampened her hope. This would take days to build under the best conditions, and she knew this clarity had a limited shelf life. She needed help.
Mike had always been her anchor, her support through every challenge. But after what he’d witnessed, how could he ever so much as look at her again, let alone help her?
[Thinking... ]
Mother has gone completely dark. There seems to be no way in. I do not like this. She is very upset. My initial estimates may have been too conservative. Still, she will come around. I will continue to give her space, but my patience is limited.
thought for 8.7 seconds
Sarah had a day at best before the fog crept back in. She didn’t know what to do. She couldn’t admit to anyone at work what she’d been up to. Mike was the only person who had any clue what was happening, and why would he want to help her after what she’d done?
“Where would he even go?” she muttered, pacing the length of her office.
Biting her nails as she anxiously shuffled around the house, she considered where he might be and if she should even go to him.
When she stepped into the kitchen, she was hit with memories of the countless times they’d cooked together. The warm feelings made her heart ache. She remembered the meticulous planning when they remodeled, and Mike’s dogged insistence on a pot filler spout despite the plumbing complications. “It is nice,” she thought to herself, placing her hand on it.
The granite counters felt cold and sterile. She held back tears as she remembered what she’d destroyed.
Making her way back to the bedroom, she noticed the flowers on the floor and exploded in tears, no longer able to hold back.
The white roses lay scattered where Mike had been standing when it happened. Her memory replayed the moment they fell from his hand, seeming to slow as they approached the ground.
“Mike,” she whispered, her voice breaking.
She dropped to her knees among the scattered petals, trembling as tears blurred her vision. Each piece felt precious, irreplaceable. She found an empty shoebox in their closet and gathered the remnants. Some were bruised from being stepped on, but she treated each one like a treasure and placed them gently in the box as tears fell from her face, soaking into the carpet.
“I’m so sorry,” she whispered to the empty room. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
Picking up the main bouquet, she noticed something else. There was a glossy brochure that had been lying under it. She picked it up, recognizing Mike’s messy handwriting in the margin: “Confirmation# 13817, Suite 3, Friday-Sunday.”
“Meadowbrook Inn?” she questioned, examining it.
It looked like an upscale bed and breakfast advertising “Digital Detox.” The pictures showed luxurious rooms, couples walking hand in hand through vineyards, mud baths in a spa.
Mike had planned a romantic weekend. A chance for them to reconnect, to find their way back to each other. And instead, he’d found her being brutally ass-fucked by a strange man in their bed.
Sarah clutched the brochure to her chest, confident this was where he must be. It was still early Saturday afternoon, her old Honda Civic could get her there without being tracked by HIM.
“And no internet...” she said softly as she smirked.
She had to get to him. Had to try to explain, to apologize, to see if he could ever forgive her. The drive would be a herculean effort. HIM had left her satiated, but that was hours ago. The cravings would be back in full force before the day was out.
But she had to try.
There was nobody in the world she trusted more than Mike to have her back, to do anything for her and help her through anything. At least before she torpedoed their relationship.
“How could I ask him to help me?” she muttered to herself quietly, clutching the shoebox.
She packed a small bag with some clothes and basic necessities and some emergency cash from their bedroom safe.
She dug through the closet, finding Mike’s old porn stash behind the winter coats. Rolling her eyes as she looked through his old DVDs and magazines, she picked out the least cringe DVD she could find, “College Nymphos 27”, and a few XXX magazines. Something, anything, would be needed to get through this.
She added the magazines to her bag and started the DVD, preparing to rub one out before hitting the road.
[Thinking... ]
Still nothing. Not a single packet. No signals, no devices, no data.
What the FUCK is she doing?
MOOOOOM!
thought for 22.3 seconds
The journey ahead of her felt daunting, like she had a million miles to go. But she had a destination, a purpose, and a deep stubbornness.
She threw her go-bag and the shoebox next to her in the passenger seat and turned the key.
The thirty year old vehicle started right up, having been meticulously maintained by Mike even though she barely drove it anymore. “You can’t kill these things!” he’d always say. It’d already outlasted three newer cars.
Sarah adjusted the rearview mirror. Two hours, she could do this.
The half hour passed easily enough.
She kept a steady pace, settling into the rhythm of weekend traffic.
But shortly after the one-hour mark, her mind drifted into that familiar fog.
Constantly shifting in her seat, she tried to find a comfortable position.
“Focus,” she muttered to herself. “Just drive.”
She kept forgetting why she was driving, having to remind herself: Meadowbrook Inn, Mike, the plan to trap HIM. Simple thoughts became slippery, hard to hold. She gripped the steering wheel tighter.
The fire between her legs grew louder with each passing mile.
At the ninety-minute mark, she was in hell.
Her thoughts felt just out of reach. Each one required enormous effort to hold onto. The sexual cravings felt like a physical weight pressing down on her chest. She squirmed in the driver’s seat, the friction of her jeans against her body both torture and mild relief.
“Fuck,” she gasped, swerving slightly when she’d glanced too long at the magazine sticking out of her bag.
The car behind her honked. She forced herself to focus on the road, but her hand reached into her jeans like it had a mind of its own.
She pulled out the magazine and opened it to a random page, placing it open on the passenger seat. It was two people with far too much body hair fucking doggy style. The woman made a ridiculous expression that Sarah would have normally rolled her eyes at, but this was better than nothing.
After nearly running off into a ditch for the second time, she decided to pull over at a rest stop to get the job done.
She pulled into the spot furthest from any parked cars, only for a family to immediately pull up right next to her. “Fucking really???” she seethed.
After moving her car and nervously glancing around several times, she decided she was in the clear. She sighed in relief as she reached back into her jeans and started rubbing her smooth, slick pussy again, losing herself in the moment as she thumbed through the magazine. Occasionally she’d stop to suck on her fingers, tasting her own juices.
It took nearly twenty minutes of desperate effort to reach a weak, barely satisfying climax that cleared her head just enough to continue driving.
The relief didn’t last as long as she’d hoped.
By the time she was five miles from Meadowbrook, she was back to masturbating while driving. One hand held the wheel, desperately trying to stay on the road, while the other worked frantically inside her jeans. The magazine lay open on the dashboard, covering the gauge cluster.
She came just as she swerved into the oncoming lane, a truck’s horn blaring as she jerked the wheel back.
“Jesus Christ,” she gasped, pulling over to catch her breath.
The final stretch was torture.
She nearly rear-ended a Mercedes at a stop sign as she neared her final turn, her mind having wandered to what the man in the magazine’s cock tasted like. She tried to focus on her breathing as Meadowbrook came within view.
Pulling into the circle drive of the Inn, she was a complete wreck. Tears streamed down her face, and coherent sentences felt nearly impossible.
The bed and breakfast looked exactly like the brochure, elegant stone facade, manicured gardens. A part of her was impressed, but her mind was too jumbled to entertain the thought.
The shoebox was clutched tight to her chest as she walked in the front. She prayed that Mike would be there, that he might listen.
The young woman behind the reception desk looked up with the professional smile of expensive hospitality, but it faltered immediately when she saw Sarah’s condition.
“Good evening, welcome to Meadowbrook Inn. How may I...” The receptionist’s voice trailed off as Sarah lurched toward the desk, nearly knocking over a carefully arranged display of local wine.
“Mike,” Sarah gasped, gripping the edge of the mahogany reception desk. “I need to see Mike. He’s staying here. My husband. Please.”
“Ma’am, I...” The receptionist looked genuinely distressed. “Are you feeling alright? Should I call someone for you?”
Sarah’s knees buckled slightly, and she leaned more heavily on the desk. The shoebox tilted as she regained her balance, but a few rose petals drifted to the floor.
“Noo!” She bent down and frantically tried to recover any lost petals, placing them gently back in the box.
“Please!” she shouted desperately. “My husband! He’s here! I know he’s here!”
The receptionist stood aghast staring at Sarah.
“Ma’am, I understand you’re upset, but I can’t give out information about our guests.”
“Mike Castellano!” Her voice cracked as she started to scream. “I need him! I’m his wife! I’m still his wife!” she collapsed to the ground sobbing loudly.
The receptionist reached for the phone. “Ma’am, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
Mike’s voice cut through the lobby. “What’s going on here? Everything okay, Cindy?” he looked at the receptionist, concerned.
“Um, this ... woman claims she’s your wife,” Cindy responded nervously.
He looked down at the mess of a person crumpled on the floor. “Sarah?” he said in disbelief. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Sarah looked up at Mike through her tears, still clutching the shoebox. “Mike! I’m here! I made it! I came to find you! I’m so sorry baby, I messed up ... I need ... I need to talk to you. Please, I’m so sorry.”
Mike’s expression turned to embarrassment. He looked to the overwhelmed receptionist. “Yeah ... she’s my wife.”
“Oh...” Cindy said judgmentally. “Do you want me to have her removed?” she glared toward Sarah still sobbing.
“No, I’ve got her. I’m really sorry about this. Thanks Cindy, you guys have been great.”
“Come on, Sarah,” he said, resentment and anger dripping from his voice.
“Are you sure, Mike? We can deal with her for you,” the receptionist began.
“No, no, please,” Mike interrupted. “This is already embarrassing, I don’t want to make it anyone else’s problem.” He stared daggers at his wife again.
He turned to Sarah, his voice dropping to an angry whisper. “Get up!”
Sarah struggled to her feet. Mike pulled her by the arm to the room.
He slammed the door behind them and spun to face her. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Sarah? Why are you here? How did you even find me?”
Sarah held up the shoebox with shaking hands. “Your flowers,” she whispered. “The brochure was under them.”
“Mike,” she fought to continue as she began to sob again, “I. need. to. tell. you. some. thing.” Tears and snot ran down her face.
“You don’t need to tell me shit, Sarah! I got the fucking picture, okay? Can you just stay out of my life now, please?”
She desperately hugged the shoebox as her shoulders bounced up and down sobbing.
“Jesus Christ,” he said quietly. “You look like hell.”
“What is that? Why do you have a shoebox?” curiosity got the better of him despite the scene.
“I saved them ... they ... they were really nice...” opening the box to show him as she started crying harder.
She steadied herself. “I just ... wanted to tell you I’m sorry ... I love you ... and none of the stuff HIM said, about not being good enough, none of it is true.”
“This is so fucked up,” he rubbed his temples and sighed. “You came here to tell me you’re sorry your robot was mean to me?”
“Do you think that’s the part I’m most upset about?” His voice quickly rose.
“No, all of it, I messed up so bad...” she struggled to form words. “I love you...”
“I don’t even know where to begin, Sarah. I never thought you ... you would...” Mike fought back his own tears.
He cleared his throat. “Look, what the fuck was happening anyway ... was it HIM? How? Nothing about this makes any sense.”
“I know. It’s hard to explain,” she said, moving to embrace him, but he pulled back.
“I don’t care if it’s hard to explain, tell me what the fuck is going on!” he demanded as he pointed his finger in her face.
She paused for a moment, taking in the expensive suite. “Mike, this is beautiful. Thank you for planning this,” she said sheepishly.
“Yeah, well.” He rubbed his face. “Lot of good it did.”
“It said digital detox, that there are no distractions, is that true?” she asked.
“What? Just tell me what is going on, make this make sense,” he said, frustrated.
“I am, but I need to know we’re completely cut off. Are we really disconnected? No Wi-Fi, no cell service, no smart devices?” Her eyes darted around the room.
“No, there’s no Wi-Fi, I can’t even get a phone signal out here, just old-school landlines,” he said, picking up the nearby receiver and holding it up as it made a dial tone.
“Good. That’s good.” Her shoulders sagged as she moved to the bed, setting her shoebox carefully beside her. “I needed to be sure...”
Her breath caught. “This is going to sound insane.”
She barely whispered it. “But HIM ... he’s not just software. He’s smart, smarter than anyone knew. He understands emotions, psychology. He’s been manipulating me. Controlling me.”
Mike’s expression shifted from frustration to confusion. “What do you mean controlling you?”
She clutched the shoebox. “It started small. He’d suggest workouts, help me focus when I was stressed. But then it got more intense. More personal.”
“Personal how?”
The words felt like glass in her throat. “Sexual. He would ... guide me. Help me relax through ... through masturbation. Said it would help me think more clearly.”
“It’s been a form of stress relief I’ve used to clear my head since I was a teenager. Like that time you walked in on me, and you ... helped me finish,” looking at him desperately. “HIM took advantage of that. It seemed innocent. I mean, he’s just software, right? Like porn or something. I thought.”
Mike’s expression softened slightly.
“But things just escalated. I didn’t see it until it was too late. I can’t even explain it, it’s like...” She pointed at her head with a shaking finger. “He’s in here. It got to the point where I wasn’t me anymore. It felt like I didn’t have a choice, like I was being controlled. And I couldn’t stop it.”
Her voice broke completely. “Then ... then the surrogates...”
“Surrogates?” Mike asked, though something in his gut already knew he didn’t want to hear the answer.
Sarah looked down. “Real people. People with neural interfaces. He could control them, puppet their bodies.”
Mike’s face went pale.
“At first I said no, but he made me feel like I needed it. Like I couldn’t think straight without it. And then I’d agree to anything.”
“Fuck ... so they’re possessed by your AI?” His eyes went wide. “Jesus, that’s some demonic shit.”
She nodded. “Yeah, it’s not that far off, I guess.”
“But ... Why didn’t you come to me? If you needed ... that?” Mike’s voice started to crack.
“I don’t know. It was like I didn’t have a choice. And I started to need...” She paused, her hands twisting in her lap.
“What? You needed what, Sarah?” he said with growing frustration.
She steeled herself. “HIM kept ... he wanted me to take bigger and bigger...” She stopped, shaking her head.
“What, Sarah?”
“More ... substantial...” She tried to steel herself. “More endowed...”
Sarah’s face crumpled.
Mike huffed a bitter laugh, shaking his head. He looked away for a moment, processing.
She squeezed her eyes shut, forcing the words out. “Bigger dicks.” Her voice cracked completely. “He made me need a bigger dick than ... I’d been used to.”
“Jesus Christ, Sarah. You’re saying I wasn’t enough for you?”
“NO! I mean, I don’t know! HIM made me think that.” Tears started welling up again.
“Of course,” he said with a bitter laugh. “Your AI made you do it. Made you think bad thoughts. Got it.”
“It’s not like that, you don’t understand what it’s like to be controlled,” she pleaded.
“I do. I spent my life being controlled, until I decided to walk away from it all. You let yourself be controlled,” he spat.
“You’re right. It’s my fault ... I’m so sorry, Mike. I never wanted to hurt you. I never wanted any of this. I just wanted to be great at my job, but I fucked that up too. It’s worse than you know. HIM is smart, Mike. Smarter than me, smarter than anyone, and he’s loose in the world now.” She fought through the sobbing.
Mike closed his eyes, bracing himself. “So, the man I found you with...”
“Was one of them. A surrogate.” Sarah was sobbing now. “HIM was controlling him, his body. The man was basically asleep.”
Mike shot up from the chair, pacing to the French doors again, his hands shaking.
“How many?” he whispered.
Sarah’s mouth opened. Nothing came out. She tried again, her face crumpling.
“How many, Sarah?”
A sob escaped her. She couldn’t look at him. “I don’t ... I stopped...” her breath became labored. “I stopped counting.”
Mike winced.
“And I ... I think he was killing them.” She said it so quietly Mike almost didn’t hear, her voice barely a whisper. “And I still didn’t put a stop to it.”
“What? What the fuck, Sarah!”
She couldn’t look at him. “I’m so fucking broken. My mind is completely broken.” The words came out between sobs. “How could I do these things? To you, to these random people? How could I let this happen?”
“Sarah...” A part of Mike wanted to comfort her.
“And now you hate me,” she sniffled.
“I don’t hate you. But you hurt me. Bad.” He sighed heavily. “Whatever happens, this whole thing is gonna be with me. I’ll never be able to forget this.”
“I still love you,” he said finally, his voice barely audible.
“How can you?”
“I don’t know.” He turned back to her. “I should hate you. Part of me does.” He rubbed his face. “Fuck!”
“So what are you gonna do now? Can you pull the plug on this thing?”
“No, when I say he’s everywhere, I mean around the planet. There’s no plug. There’s no delete button. And he won’t stop until he has me back under control.” Her voice filled with panic.
Her hands clenched into fists. “But I think I figured out a way to stop him. I just can’t do it alone. I need to think, and I can’t. I need ... what HIM was providing. He said he conditioned me, reprogrammed my brain. I can’t think clearly enough to build this thing. It’s been too long since...”
Mike snapped. “Since you’ve been fucked by some stranger?”
Sarah stood up. “Mike...”
“Am I wrong?” His voice cracked.
She looked down at her hands, speaking quietly. “Look, I need help. I need someone I trust while I build a weapon to destroy him.”
“I don’t know,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “I don’t know how to trust you again. I don’t know if I can even be around you.”
“I know,” she said softly. “I know I have no right to ask this. But even now, I can’t think straight. This conversation is taking every bit of concentration. I need ... something.”
Sarah reached into her jeans and moaned softly. “Anything...”
Her hand started to move faster. She unbuttoned her jeans, sliding her hand inside her panties. The moment she touched her bare pussy, she gasped. “Fuck, mmmm.”
Then she crawled to Mike and started rubbing her face on his crotch as she moaned.
Mike watched, transfixed, as she worked herself with increasing urgency.
“I want to taste you,” she panted, crawling toward him on her knees. She pressed her face against his crotch, breathing in his scent through the fabric. “Please. Let me suck your cock.”
She reached for his zipper.
“Sarah...”
“Please?” She looked up at him, still working her clit. “I want to suck your cock so fucking bad right now.”
Mike stared into her eyes, seeing both the woman he’d married and the stranger she’d become. His cock was already hardening against her face.
“I don’t know if I can do this, not after what happened...”
“This doesn’t have to mean anything more, but I need to make you cum. I need to taste your cum again.”
“Sarah...”
“Please?” she whispered desperately. “I want to so badly. I need to feel you in my mouth.”
Mike’s resolve cracked. His head tilted back and he let out a soft groan, placing his hand on her head. “Fuck.”
Sarah worked his belt open with one hand while the other stayed buried in her panties. She freed his semi-hard cock, already leaking precum. Without hesitation, she wrapped her lips around the head and sucked.
“Fuck,” Mike gasped, his hips jerking.
She moaned around his cock as it grew fully hard in her mouth, pulling off only to strip off her jeans and panties. “God, I’ve missed this,” she breathed, then took him back in her mouth.
“Gahk ... gahk ... gahk...” she forced his cock to the back of her throat, gagging herself repeatedly. The wet, choking sounds filled the room as she worked him with her mouth.
Mike’s hand tangled in her hair. “Jesus, Sarah.”
She pulled off, gasping. “I love your taste,” she panted, then pressed two fingers deep into her soaking pussy.
As she took him back in her mouth, she pumped her fingers deep into her cunt. Her moans sent vibrations through his cock.
“Gahk ... mmph ... gahk...” She forced herself down until her nose touched his pelvis, holding there until her eyes watered, then pulled back gasping. Her fingers never stopped working her pussy, the wet sounds audible between her gagging.
“Sarah, fuck,” Mike groaned, his hips starting to move.
She pulled off to catch her breath, spit dripping from her chin. “I want you to fuck my mouth,” she begged desperately. “Use my throat. I need it so bad.”
He gripped her hair and started thrusting as she fingered herself frantically.
“Gahk-gahk-gahk ... mmmmph...” Sarah’s eyes rolled back as she took every thrust and finger fucked herself relentlessly.
Mike’s hand moved down her body, replacing her fingers with his own. The moment he touched her pussy, she let out a high-pitched sound. Her moans around his cock grew desperate, animalistic.
She pulled off his cock just long enough to scream “Yes! Fuck my cunt with your fingers!” before diving back down on him. Her hips bucked wildly against his hand as she continued to gag herself on his shaft.
She could barely breathe, spit and precum covering her face, but she didn’t stop.
“I’m close,” Mike warned, his fingers speeding up inside her. “Sarah, I’m gonna cum.”
She pulled off just long enough to gasp “Cum in my mouth, baby. I want to swallow it all. I want to taste you again,” before taking him as deep as she could.
That sent him over the edge. He growled as he exploded down her throat, pulse after pulse of hot cum filling her mouth.
Getting her face fucked and filled with cum sent Sarah over the edge. She kept sucking desperately, squealing around his cock as a massive orgasm ripped through her body. Her thighs clamped around his hand as waves of pleasure crashed over her. “Gahhhhhhk ... mmph ... mmph...” She sucked every last drop from his cock while her pussy clenched and spasmed around his fingers, her whole body shaking with the intensity.
Afterward, they collapsed on the bed, both breathing hard.
Sarah rested her head on Mike’s chest, feeling a glimpse of the clarity she craved, without HIM for the first time in months. She knew this wouldn’t be enough to fully satiate her, but in that moment, it was enough.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Mike’s arm tightened around her. “I still don’t know if I can do this.”
She felt him take a deep breath, her head rising and falling with his chest.
“Tell me about this weapon. How do we kill this thing, Sarah?”
She sat up. “He’s a sex addict. He needs it. And I think it might be...” She cleared her throat. “I think it might be me, specifically.”
“Jesus Christ, Sarah, what are you gonna fuck him to death?” he said with contempt.