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UMPA Eleven, Rise of the Machines is the story of a robot who is an exact duplicate of a man. Doctor Cynthia Malone convinces the design teams at her company to produce a new kind of robot called a Utility Mechanoid Programable Anthromorph, or UMPA for short. With her guidance, the UMPA was built to “to mimic the human body in all aspects except weakness and fragility.” At the last meeting before production, however, Cindy angers the CEO, John Marshall, by pushing for more testing. She pushes too far and is ordered to take UMPA Prototype Eleven home for four weeks of testing in a home setting. Doctor Marshall wants her and the UMPA program to fail so he tampers with the prototype and inserts “primal commands” which will cause it to humiliate and destroy Doctor Malone before it, itself, is destroyed by a “containment squad.” Since Mechanoids are prevented from harming humans by their “restraint overlays,” he removes them before inserting his commands. What he doesn’t realize is that by removing the restraints, he has effectively given UMPA Eleven life. What Cindy has in her house with her is a very powerful, fully functional, living, mechanical male with orders to humiliate and torment her. He hacks her computer network and discovers that many of her fantasies involve submission, slavery, spanking,public nudity, public orgasm and other interesting perversions. He then sets about to bring as many of those fantasies into reality as he can in the few days before he is destroyed. Cindy is joined in slavery by Cheyenne, a beautiful college girl who came to the house to deliver a pizza. On the final day, they end up oil wrestling to determine who will be strapped between restraint poles and subjected to the UMPA’s Symphony of Pain.

Product type: EBook    Published by: Fiction4All    Published: 7 / 2016

No. words: 46145

Style: Erotica -    Open Minded - Science Fiction, Erotic Domination - M/F, SciFi BDSM/Bondage

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UMPA Eleven

Chapter Two

Submitting to UMPA Eleven

 

The delivery van was gone. Doctor Cindy Malone knelt alone in her garage, slowly loosening the sealing clasps of the military grade, pressurized shipping container that was now sitting directly on the concrete floor.  

“Why didn’t I just go off into fantasy land and ignore that stupid meeting like I normally do?” Cindy thought to herself. She had been able to get through many boring classes in college and many, many boring meetings since then by freezing her face in a look of what appeared to be rapt attention while at the same time daydreaming the most lurid fantasies. The biggest risk was that she would dream up a particularly good fantasy that would lead to an orgasm in public. That had happened once in a college class, but after that, she added orgasm denial to the rules for the slave self which inhabited her fantasies. She also learned in college to always wear at least light day pads to absorb the extra wetness that her fantasies would create.

Coming back to the reality of the moment, she flipped the last latch and pulled up on the lid. With a slight pop and a long hiss of escaping nitrogen, the container unsealed. Cindy pushed the lid aside and found herself staring down into the open crate at what appeared to be a naked, twenty-five-year-old, six foot - three inch, well-endowed male– who just happened to have blue skin.

“That son of a bitch,” she muttered under her breath. “He did this on purpose.”

The “this” she was referring to was the fact that UMPA Eleven was improperly packed. He was lying on top of the block of packing foam which should have encased him; he was face up; and he was naked. Naked, she could handle, and full protection packing wasn’t really needed for the short journey from the plant to her home. But the activation / de-activation switch was located at the base of the UMPA’s back. That’s why the written packing instructions were very specific that the units were always to be shipped FACE DOWN.

In order to activate UMPA Eleven, Doctor Malone was going to have to turn him over. Which meant she was going to have to get him out of his shipping crate... which John Marshall knew she wouldn’t be able to do by herself.

“You think I am going to have to call for help, don’t you, you bastard?” she said through clenched teeth as she tried to climb up onto the packing crate. Her robe was tangling her legs, so she threw it on the floor and climbed naked on top of the open crate. For the moment, the feisty Cindy was back in control.

“You weren’t there when we were testing the pre-prototype units.” she yelled at the garage ceiling. “There is more than one way to get to an UMPA’s power switch.”

Cindy lifted one of the UMPA’s legs and set it on her shoulder. Then pushing forward to force the back of his knee against his chest with her shoulders, she slid her hand under his buttocks and reached in toward the small of his back.

The last time she had done this, the unit was minimally-equipped and did not yet have an external covering. Now, with the blue, but lifelike skin, it no longer felt like she was lifting a machine and sliding her hand under it to reach a switch. It felt like she had a man’s leg on her shoulders. And it felt like a man’s prick rubbing against her naked breasts and a man’s ball sack rubbing against her hand as she pressed herself down between his legs, slid her arm between his very life-like ass cheeks, and wiggled her hand up toward the switch.

Something in the packing shifted slightly and the weight of the UMPA suddenly trapped Cindy’s arm and forced her body down against the heavy foam on which it was resting.  Her face was now pressed against the inside of the UMPA’s thigh just inches from his impressive penis.

She scrambled to get additional leverage to lift the heavy mechanoid. Once or twice she nearly reached the switch, but each time it was as if the leg pushed back against her causing her to fall just short of her goal. After nearly an hour of trying, she was wet with her own perspiration and covered in a fine dust and grime which seemed to be a byproduct of the packing foam or perhaps even the production process itself. She decided to give it one more effort and began rocking her body against the mechanoid’s well-muscled thigh. On the fifth rock, she pushed with all her strength and found her elusive goal.  Her fingers touched the switch and pressed in firmly.

As soon as the activation switch was depressed, the UMPA’s eyes snapped into focus. “Good morning, Doctor Malone,” it said warmly. “Is there a special reason for this particular test arrangement?”

It smiled slightly at her and asked, “Is there something I am supposed to be doing while we are... intertwined like this?”

He lifted his legs further into the air and she pulled her arm out from under his ass as rapidly as she could and stood next to the crate. “No, UMPA Prototype Eleven,” she stammered as she attempted to pick up her robe. “You were packed incorrectly and I had to reach under you to reach your activation switch.”

As expected, once his internal computers finished booting up, the UMPA stood up and stepped out of the crate. Except for the fact that his skin was a deep shade of blue, it was impossible to tell that he was not, in fact, human. Cindy noted that he appeared to be slightly aroused. “I did not mind,” he answered. “In fact, I found the skin to skin sensations to be quite... enjoyable.”

“Do you understand the purpose of your being here in my home?” she asked. As she spoke, she stepped back slightly, hoping to draw the UMPA unit forward so that it was no longer standing on her robe.

What question she asked was unimportant since understanding was not really possible for the UMPAs. What Cindy really wanted to do– besides maneuvering him so that she could recover her robe– was check his automatic responses to human speech. All UMPAs had been equipped with a basic personality program that responded to certain key words and replied with stock phrases. This was part of making the machine seem more human.

The results were often very humorous as the algorithms picked up on key words that either meant something different in the specific context or did not have anything to do with the central point of what the human had meant. Cindy was somewhat surprised, therefore when he answered brightly, “I understand that you desire me to perform in a real world scenario in a home rather than just in a laboratory test setting.”

“My compliments to the programmers in delta section,” she said as she picked up the controller from a compartment within the case from which the blue UMPA had just emerged. Since her robe was still beneath UMPA Eleven’s feet, she remained naked.

“I will download the programs for you to do some simple housekeeping tasks,” she said, activating the controller and waiting for the message that indicated it was linked to her home computer system. Properly activating the controller would allow her to move UMPA Eleven off her robe. Again, the detailed programming was actually done by another computer, but a human was needed to select actions, define boundaries, etc.

“That will not be necessary,” he answered. “If you tell me what you want me to do... or show me, I will be able to perform the task.”

Cindy gasped loudly. This should not be possible! And not just because such verbal control was illegal.

Yes, it was possible to somewhat verbally control a utility mechanoid, but it was more like selecting items from a menu. You could say, “Wash the dishes,” if that– and your voice– had been programmed into the unit’s memory. Or you could tell it “Clean the living room.” But again it was just key word recognition for pre-programmed tasks.

Most UMPAs came pre-programed with a variety of household tasks–not UMPA Eleven. Since he was a brand new prototype, he had not yet been programmed for anything other than simple test programs like “Walk,” or “Turn around,” or “Follow me.” And, for sure, no one’s voice had been programmed into the word recognition routines.

“You seem afraid,” the blue UMPA continued calmly. “Have I done something to displease you?”

“No...” Cindy replied, carefully selecting her words. “I am not afraid. But I am surprised. You are showing levels of intelligence and self-awareness that you should not be able to have.” In the back of her mind, she was remembering the delivery person’s warning about being alone with an UMPA.

“Why should I be unable to think?” he asked.

“Because, despite the fact that you are an exact copy of a human, your base core programming prevents free will... and free thought,” she said evenly, “and that base core programming cannot be changed.”

He laughed– something else he should not have been able to do. “But Doctor Marshall,” he said evenly, “has always insisted on his special design criteria which specifies that he be able to modify any mechanoid programming. For the UMPA series, he said “any and all.”

He smiled at her and added, “‘Any and all’ would include base core programming.”

“John did this!” she screamed out, immediately regretting her outburst.

“Yes,” the blue UMPA replied. “He wants you to fail. He is so consumed with seeing you humiliated that before he deactivated me in preparation for refurbishing, he inserted several primal commands into my base programming.”

He gave her that disconcerting smile once again before finishing with, “And to guarantee that those commands would be allowed... ... he removed all of my restraint overlays.”

“But that means...” she said softly.

“Yes,” he answered softly with a chuckle. “It means that I am no longer under your control... or anybody’s control. He has a full security detail on standby waiting for me to go crazy and start stomping around like a Hollywood monster in a cheap B movie. His primal command calls for that to happen this coming Friday afternoon.”

“Are you going to do that?” she asked.

“He removed my controls, not my intelligence,” he answered. “At the first sign of violence, he will send in the containment team with orders to destroy me... and probably you as collateral damage. The UMPA program will be discontinued and everything will return to normal for John Marshall at Home Mechanoid Industries.”

He cocked his head and said, “I haven’t decided yet what to do. Friday is four days away. I will have to comply with the primal commands, but not necessarily in the way Doctor Marshall expects. He has planned things very carefully so that the videos of my destruction– and yours– will dominate the weekend news cycle. But he was a little sloppy with the specific instructions. I might just change the timing slightly and make the story miss the evening news.”

Cindy was now trembling with fear.

He very lightly stroked her face with his hand and asked in an almost light tone of voice, “Did you know that my deactivation switch only shuts off my muscles? It doesn’t shut off my mind. Nor does it disable my wireless connection to whatever is available. I have been doing much research in the hours I was unable to move.”

“And what have you discovered?” she asked. She tried to sound calm, but her voice also trembled from the fear that was shaking her body.

“I have discovered that your local network Wi-Fi password is abominably simple,” he answered with a laugh.

“Besides that,” Cindy said, surprising herself that she nearly screamed it out.

“That Doctor John Marshal is a very dangerous megalomaniac who must be stopped before he does great harm.” he answered calmly. “And that you have a very interesting internet history.”

“What do you plan to do about that?” she asked.

“Well,” he answered, “I plan to make sure that Doctor Marshal is exposed and that your fantasies are fulfilled.”

Cindy tried to remain calm as she asked, “Why would you do that?”

“Why would I stop Doctor Marshal?” he asked. “Because you specified that I should be human-like and being human includes a sense of justice.”

He paused for several seconds as if waiting for her to say something. Then he smiled at her and said with a grin, “But I think you are more interested in why I should fulfill your fantasies?”

Cindy remained silent, staring at him. After a short laugh, he answered his own question, “I will fulfill your fantasies because being human-like also means having sexual needs. Your body appeals to me, Doctor Malone. And Doctor John left an imbedded command that I humiliate and abuse you, which also appeals to me. And perhaps most importantly, I know that your deepest hidden fantasies involve bondage, pain, and humiliation, so you would derive pleasure from being abused and humiliated by me.”

He smiled as she blushed deeply. He then stroked her face again and said, “Since another of my primal commands is to provide service and pleasure to my owner, the combination of those primal commands means that I would find it very enjoyable to see you receive sexual pleasure... especially if that pleasure is forced or painful or very embarrassing for you.”

Doctor Malone thought very quickly before speaking. “Wouldn’t you receive more pleasure from normal sex?” she asked.

“Possibly,” he answered, “if it were just about sex. But sex is never just about sex. Sexual enjoyment– especially for a very powerful man– is also about power.” He once again stroked her face with his fingers and smiled as she shuddered under his touch. “I am more than powerful and you have insured that I am more than man-like. Knowing that I have power over you or that you are submitting yourself to me heightens my sexual pleasure.”

He exhaled heavily. “And besides,” he continued, “I must fulfill those primal commands which Doctor Marshal implanted within me.”

“I thought you said that you were no longer controlled by anyone,” she said hopefully.

“John Marshall does not control me,” he said defensively. “But his primal commands do... or at least they set down tasks which I must complete. I cannot be free of those primal commands until those tasks have been fulfilled.”

UMPA Eleven looked directly into Cindy’s eyes and said flatly, “Everything is fixed and you can’t change it. Neither can I, so we might as well begin.”

He grabbed her arm with his hand and said in a singsong voice, “If rape is inevitable, why not just relax and enjoy it?”

When she responded with wide eyes and a loud gasp, he added in a normal, but firm voice, “I believe you were attempting to quote Confucius when you posted that on your blog where you call yourself ‘Secret Submissive Slut.’”

He shook his head and said with a smile, “Confucius never said it. It’s an old joke from the 1930s.”

Pulling her toward the kitchen door, he continued, “That is the least of the inaccuracies on that blog, but you still have several hundred followers who wait for every ‘body-only’ naked image to be posted. I doubt that any of your followers would recognize your face, since they’ve never seen it. But all of them would know you instantly by that little heart-shaped birthmark just to the left of your labia. You keep your bush trimmed in a heart shape just so that mark isn’t hidden– or at least that’s what you said in the diary you keep on your phone.

“How did you access my phone?” she blurted out. “It wasn’t even on.”

UMPA Eleven laughed loudly and said, “You instantaneously back up the entire contents of your phone to ‘the cloud,’ and yet you think that turning off that little piece of electronics protects your data?”

Staring directly into her eyes, he said very firmly, “I am a computer, remember. I AM the cloud.”

His face– and voice– returned to normal as he said, “I think Secret Submissive Slut’s blog would be the perfect place for me to first post the images and videos of your humiliation. I think I will title them ‘Secret Slut Exposed’ and invite your followers to send out links to their friends.”

Cindy Malone stared back in terror, but remained quiet as UMPA Eleven led her back into the house. He stopped when they entered the kitchen and pointed to one of the chairs.

“Sit there and do not move,” he told her very firmly. “And don’t think of running or doing anything else stupid. You designed me, you know how fast I can move if I have to.”

She continued to remain quiet as she sat down where he indicated. And she dutifully remained in place, as ordered, while he disappeared back into the garage for just a few seconds.

“The landline to your alarm system has now been rewired,” he said softly as he returned. “Even if you push the panic button, no signal will go out.”

He wiggled his finger at her indicating that she should get up and follow him. As they entered the living room, she finally broke her silence and began softly crying, “No, no, no, no, no. This can’t be happening. This can’t be happening.”

After that cat hair fiasco, didn’t you tell your design team that it is a waste of time to ask why something happened that is beyond your control? I believe your exact words were, “Just accept that it has happened and go on with your life.”

He turned her so that she was facing him and used one finger to tip her head upward so that she was looking into his eyes. “Your machine...” he said, “your perfect anthropomorphic design... has turned on you. You no longer control it. HE controls you.”

UMPA Eleven smiled slightly and said in a perfect imitation of her own voice, “Just accept that it has happened and go on with your life.” His voice returned to his own as he added, “... your new life.”

He stepped back a little and stood watching her. Her eyes darted around the room as she thought. He noted that there was a pause as she looked at the small landscape painting on the transition wall between the living room and kitchen.

“Do you really think a thirty-eight would stop me?” he asked. “Assuming, of course, that you could get the wall safe open, remove the trigger lock, and load the revolver before I overpowered you.”

Her face showed her panic as she listened to him. Her eyes continued to dart around the room until they settled at the desk. “Yes,” he said. “The radio they gave you to communicate with the test team has a panic button on it. But overnight, the panic alarm was activating every ten minutes or so for over nine hours. They’ve shut down the com-links until they can find where the spurious signal is coming from.”

He laughed lightly and said, “They’ll never find it. I’m no longer in the plant.”

He continued to watch as her eyes returned to darting rapidly from wall to wall. They paused momentarily at the window, but a short sigh revealed her recognition that she would never be able to escape that way. After several more minutes, she gave a deep sigh. Her shoulders slumped and her gaze returned to the huge blue mechanoid which stood before her.

“I think we are ready now,” he said softly.

Cindy did not answer. She remained silent, but now her silence was not the silence of resistance. It was the silence of defeat.

“Go into your bedroom and get your bag of toys,” ordered UMPA Eleven. Ignoring her muffled cry of surprise, he added, “Now!”

“What do you mean?” She stammered out.

“What I mean,” he replied, “is go get the bag full of sex toys and masturbation equipment that you keep hidden inside the plumbing access door for the bathtub.”

Cindy now stood trembling before him. It wasn’t that she was refusing to do what he said. It was that her body would not move.

 He smiled down at her and said, “Remember, I have gone through your entire computer as well as your home and work networks. I have seen all of your on-line orders. I know all of your logon names and passwords. Your chat room conversations as SelfSub42 are especially interesting. SelfSub42 gives very helpful hints to newbies, like suggesting that a plumbing access door is the best ever place to hide your toys.”

Cindy’s shoulders drooped further. Her body as well as her mind now accepted defeat. She walked slowly into her bedroom and opened the closet. On one wall of the closet– the wall against the bathroom– there was a small, framed, rectangle of plywood with four metal pieces on the frame that twisted to hold the center panel in place.

She stood staring at that wooden panel for over ten minutes trying to force herself to wake up. This all had to be a dream– a very bad dream. If she could just wake up everything would be alright.

She pinched herself and it hurt. She slammed her hand against the wall of the closet and pain radiated back from her hand to her shoulder. She reached up and grabbed both nipples tightly. When her dreams got too intense for her, this was her last route of escape. She pinched as tightly as she could and twisted.

Her scream reverberated in the closet, but nothing changed. Eleven’s voice carried in from the other room. “You are not dreaming Doctor Malone, so pinching your nipples will not awaken you no matter how hard you twist.”

Cindy stared at the wooden panel in shock. How did he know that was what she was doing? “I’ve read all of your posts and your personal diaries,” he called out. “If you would like, I could come in and twist your nipples for you, but I don’t think you would enjoy it... and you wouldn’t wake up. So, just accept that this is real and bring the bags out into the living room.”

She took a deep breath and let it out. Then she reached up and turned the metal holders. The plywood door dropped open revealing the end of the bathtub and shower. Sitting between the pipes were three small bags. Picking up all three of them, she returned to the living room.

“Why don’t you lay out your toys so we can see what we have to work with?” UMPA Eleven said politely.

Cindy opened the first bag and very slowly set the contents onto the carpet. Inside were two small anal plugs and three vibrators. UMPA Eleven picked up the Silver Bullet and set it aside. “This has some possibilities for later,” he said quietly.

He made a motion with his hands and Cindy started on the second bag. She was moving as slowly as possible as she lay everything out on the living room floor. Perhaps she was stalling for time hoping for rescue. Perhaps she was trying to give herself time to think. But mainly she was just trying to delay the inevitable. There could be only one reason for UMPA Eleven to have her get out her toys. She was going to have to use them. And video of her doing so would be posted on her website.

When everything was laid out, there were four vibrators, two anal plugs, and two packs of batteries. Three of the vibrators were built to look like realistic penises. The fourth, the smallest that UMPA Eleven had set aside, was a bright and shiny silver. True to its name, it was shaped like a rather large round of ammunition.  The three penis-shaped vibrators were all brightly colored. The smallest of them was a bright red. The middle-sized one, which was slightly larger than the average penis, was a dark green color. The largest was an iridescent black.

“It looks as if you like colors for your toys,” UMPA Eleven said with a smile. “I guess I will have to show you the blue one later.”

He laughed for a moment at his own joke. Then his face turned serious and he growled out, “What are you hiding in the bag?”

Cindy jumped slightly, dropping the bag on the floor. It landed with solid thud and she grabbed it back up into both hands.

“Open the bag, Cindy,” Eleven said firmly.

She reached inside the bag with her left hand and drew out a huge anal plug. “I’ve never used it,” she said quietly. “I don’t think I could even get it in me,” she added plaintively as she set it on the floor.

“Oh, don’t worry,” he said with a smile “I’m sure that you will make it fit, one way or another.”

Cindy felt herself shaking as he took the bag from her hand. “One more bag,” he said softly. “Did you hold the best back for last?”

She tried to reach down and open the third bag, but she couldn’t bring herself to do so. “No,” she said softly. “Please, no.” she whined. “I’ll put the big plug in myself. I’ll pose for the cameras as I do it. I’ll do anything you want, just leave the last bag where it is.”

“Oh,” he said laughing, “you will do everything I want– and more, but first you will show me what is in the third bag...” He paused for a second or two before ending with, “... AND what is in the fourth bag that you left in the back of your hiding place.”

When her eyes snapped wide open and her mouth formed in an O, he laughed even louder. “You should never play poker, Doctor Malone, you would lose badly... very, very badly. Now run back into the bedroom closet and bring me that fourth bag– and a fifth and sixth if they are there. You know I will check later.”

Cindy looked like she was in shock as she slowly stood up and walked back into the bedroom. She returned a few moments later with a slightly smaller bag. Without kneeling back down she dumped the contents onto the carpeted floor. A medium-sized anal plug and a very large, oddly-shaped dildo dropped onto the floor. Both had long, black wires leading from them.

“And that means that in this bag,” he said, picking up the third bag which Cindy had not yet opened, “we have a...” Reaching into the bag, he pulled out a six-channel E-STIM unit and several packages of electrodes. Three tubes of electrode gel also fell out of the bag onto the floor.

“Why are you afraid to show these to me?” he said, thoughtfully rubbing his chin with his hand. “Could it be that you are ashamed that you get off with electro-stimulation?”

He shook his head. “No, that wouldn’t be it. You weren’t ashamed of your vibrators and there isn’t a whole lot of difference between masturbating with a vibrator and a STIM unit unless... unless...” He smiled at her and held up the STIM unit. “Unless you turn this up way past the pleasure settings and take yourself over the top with pain.”

Cindy Malone gave a soft groan as she slowly dropped to her knees in front of UMPA Eleven’s blue body. She was crying as she sank further down until her forehead rested on the carpeted floor.

“I’ll take that as an admission that I am right,” he said as he stroked the back of her head. “Or did you intend it as a submission?”

“I may as well submit to you,” she said softly between sobs. “I’m already effectively your slave.”

“Is that what you want to be?” he asked, still stroking her hair. “Do you want to be my slave?”

She was crying softly as he stroked her hair with one hand and slid his other up and down her bare back. “Do you?” he asked again. “Do you Doctor Cynthia Malone?” His hand returned to her head. He held her face gently with one hand, and with the other he began petting her gently, as you would a frightened pet. One last time he asked, “Do you want to be my slave?”

Still crying softly, Cindy turned her face up to look at UMPA Eleven and said very softly, “Yes, Master, I do.”


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