Chapter 3

Kim woke up a few minutes late, the slaver bot still above her, frozen as EB kept it disabled. Her mouth was still filled with the rubber ball. She slowly started to move, moaning out with a muffled moan into the gag as she pulled herself off the cylinder that had brought her to orgasm.

“Are you feeling better, Slave Kim?”

Its answer was a nod as the bound girl slowly started to pull herself out from under the beast. She didn’t make it far as the slaver bot was still connected to her collar. She looked at EB and asked the floating camera drone a quiet, muffled question.

“You’re still connected to the slaver bot by the interface arms. Let me undo the arms.” She felt a click on both sides of her collar. She had a fair amount of space as the tiger-shaped bot had significant clearance. After a few moments, she knelt before the camera drone EB inhabited. Instinctively she spread her knees wide and arched her back. She pressed her toes against the ground and lifted her buttocks with her heels.

“Let me get rid of the gag.” The drone reached forward for the gag and popped it out of her mouth.

“Oh, Master EB, don’t get rid of it. It’s fun.”

The AI paused again, one of those long-suffering pauses that would be a human sigh. “I have some good news and bad news for you.”

“What’s the good news?”

“I found some records in the bot’s records. The bot was programmed to scare anyone it captured and then dribble refined behemoth gel when the captive’s adrenaline had reached a peak. This was to push them into sub-space. This must be what is affecting you so much.”

“What’s sub-space?”

“I have no data on it, but it’s something you’re getting forced into. The slavers use refined gel or goo. So it might not be as effective as the stuff naturally flowing from the behemoth now that it’s awake.”

“Oh, so it’s not dangerous then, Master?”

“It’s still dangerous. You make bad decisions while under its effect, for instance. Can’t you tell?”

“Oh, like what, Master?”

“Like putting on an explosive shock collar, for instance!”

“My collar is explosive?” While she was affected by the gel, her voice was of a higher tone than regular, “That’s dangerous ... and exciting ... You won’t trigger that, will you master?”

“No, I promise I won’t trigger that.”

“Awww ... You should tell me that you’d only do that if I was really bad. And make me be good. Master.”

“You forget everything when the goo wears off, so you won’t know it’s explosive. Unless I tell you.”

“Why don’t you tell me when I can remember? I think it would be more exciting!”

“Because it’s not something that will help us survive, Slave.”

“Ohh, call me that again!”

“What? Slave?”

“Ooooh, yes.” She was squirming on her knees.

“We need to find more water.” The AI muttered to itself.

“Why’s that?”

“So we can wash that gel off of you. The goo isn’t wearing off as fast as I would like.”

“Aww, but master...”

“No buts, Slave.”

Still on her knees, she looked up at the floating drone, “What was the bad news, master?”

“The slaver bot scrambled the unlock code on your collar.”

“So you can’t take it off? That’s not bad news, Master. It’s good news.”

EB paused as it looked over Kim, “I did snag the private keys from the robot. So I can get into the debug mode on your collar and reset the unlock code.”

“Oh, never do that! That’s so boring.”

“You want to be trapped in that collar forever, don’t you?”

“Oh yes, EB ... Ahhhh yes ... Master EB. Please own me forever.”

The AI ignored that. He had learned to start ignoring Kim when she made demands like this. Of course, she didn’t order him to do that, so he promptly filed it away as a mild suggestion.

“Can you help me to my feet? I can’t use my hands yet.”

“Let me see if I can untie you.”

“No, Master! Just pull me up with your leash on my collar!”

“When I do that, I’d have to disconnect from the bot, and then we’d have to get away before it reboots.”

“What if we pull the power cord like we were going to?”

“You’d need your hands free.”

“Awww, ok, Master, I guess you can undo my hands. But promise me to tie me up when we’re done?”

“Why would I do that, Slave Kim?”

“Because I’m you’re a slave.”

There was another long-suffering pause, a non-commital pause as the drone moved to undo the restraints with its manipulator arms. Kim moved away. “No, not till you promise, EB! Oooooh, yes!” She cried out when she got shocked by her collar.

The AI took that moment of distraction to undo the metal, snake-like rope from her arms. Kim got to her feet, “Oh does the bot have more of this stuff?” She reached for the metal rope. The rope was made of a set of centimeter-wide cylinders attached to each other. The section she had was about a meter long.

“The bot has two more of them, Slave.”

“Can we get them, Master?”

The AI paused again and gave in, “Yes, Slave Kim. We can. They are loaded into a cartridge on the upper chest. With the other restraints.”

Kim moved to open the compartment, “What do we have here? Oh, some balls and rings the same size...” she giggled, “A blindfold.” She pulled out the rubber strap with two large rubber disks on them. “Oh, stretchy! What’s this box here.”

“That’s for loosening and tightening the strap.”

“Oh? Why? It’s already stretchy!” she seemed very distracted by it.

“It’s so that it can be put on a slave’s forehead and loosened, so it falls over the eyes and then tightened again.”

“Ooooh, that’s fun. Like this?”

“Yes, like that.”

“So if I put my hands behind my back like this, you could drop the blindfold over my eyes, and I wouldn’t be able to resist? Right Master?”

“I would have to sync the blindfold control to the drone, Slave Kim.”

“Ooooh, too bad. Why don’t you sync to the blindfold then, Master?”

“Because it’s not needed for us to survive, and I don’t want to allocate the memory for the command code. Slave Kim.”

“Oh, I guess so. Oh, you said you couldn’t call me Kim anymore. Why not master?”

“Because you ordered me not to, that goo is inconvenient for your memory.”

“I can order you to do things?”

“Yes, you blackmailed me into registering you as my owner.”

“Ooooh, Master, that’s good. Then I order you to sync with the blindfold and test it.” She kept her hands behind her back and leaned forward in anticipation.

“That’s so dark. It’s tight; I can’t undo it. I suppose I could squirm it off if I struggled some more. How do they keep the slaves from undoing it?”

“They probably link it with the shock function of the collar.” The tone of the AI’s voice was pouty.

“Oooooh, Master EB, link it with my collar. That’s an order. Oooooh yes ... Ooooh. I can rub along the top of it, but when I try to slip a finger ... Ooooh ... under it, I get shocked.”

“Yes, it’s a simple trigger. However, if something pulls on the rubber, the collar will shock you. Can we get it off you now and turn off the sync?”

“Well, you can loosen it up, but don’t turn off the sync. There I can see again, and it’s ready for use.” She giggles again, “Does it cover more than my collar?”

“For square centimeters, it’s smaller, but the discs are wider than your collar.”

She picked up one of the gags and looked it over, “Oh, this is chainmail. Isn’t this what they used to wear for armor in olden times, Master? Oh, there’s one with rubber straps too. Why are they different?”

“The chainmail one is a bit more extreme. And the fasteners are rings that need to be closed. So if it’s on someone who’s been captured, they would need something like bolt cutters or other things to undo it. So it’s for those targets that might get away.”

“Oooh, I guess we can’t use that one, and it doesn’t match the blindfold. So why are some balls and some rings?” She held up the two rubber-strapped gags.

“The ball is for those they want quiet. And the ring for those they want to ravish orally. Slave”

“Ooooh, call me that again.”

“We need to get that gel off you, Slave Kim.”