Automated Erotica: The Intern 01

Automated Erotica

Two Stories From Sketch Undressed

by The Preve

Story Two

The Washed Up Intern

Part One

based upon, and a continuation of, "The Intern's Car Wash Misadventure"

by Sketch Undressed.

The author wishes to extend his thanks to Sketch Undressed for his permission in writing this story.

Ann O'Dell lay on the massage table. Her pale, nude body glowed with a sheen of sweat. She stretched her long limbs, and settled into the table, smiling like a cat.

Her smile, not merely of satisfaction but anticipation, reflected the thrill of her victory.

She had them; dead to rights. The embezzlement, the corporate malfeasance, the corner cutting. Enough to blackmail her way to a hefty raise, and up the ladder.

Ann wasn't foolish enough to spring the evidence on the board immediately. She had it stored safely in a secure, secret location. It was an insurance plan, to be detonated at the right moment, at a strategic time of maximum advantage for herself.

Meanwhile, she could quietly play the tech analyst, test out the new toys. Toys like the new Automated Shower and Massage Chamber prototype.

A new innovation, designed for the uberwealthy. If successful, it could be installed in mansions, hotels, and resorts across the country.

Ann smiled, waiting for the robotic masseur to make its appearance.

"Dumb idiots really should use better cybersecurity," she thought. It was so easy covering her hacking tracks. She wondered what she was going to do with the extra money coming her way.

She basked in the glow of counting her chickens, oblivious to: the hidden cameras watching her nude, redheaded body, the locks and bolts sealing her into the spa, the knockout gas hissing into the chamber, the sneers on the faces of the Board viewing the monitor, and the AI informing said Board, the test subject was ready for experimentation.

Ann's problem was, however, good her talents as a hacker, there was always someone better, and she really should have explored the possibility the company's security would be far, far better than she could imagine... or an AI who could easily erase her existence if necessary.

****

Jakob Blomquist stood before the COO and management team.

To say he was beyond humiliated was as much an understatement as to describe Noah's Flood as a brief shower.

Jake was naked, and soaked. Stripped, denuded, and thoroughly cleaned by, of all things, an automated car wash.

Autowash was a new state-of-the-art concept from Strippler Tech: a fully automated car wash, run by Janus, a cutting edge AI.

It was the first, and only one, of its kind, a prototype really. Obviously some kinks needed to be worked out.

"So... uh... we saw the video," the COO, Edgar Albert Poole, said. "Um... obviously a serious malfunction. We're dreadfully sorry. This must be extremely embarrassing for you."

"Ja sir," Jake muttered, his pale body pink as strawberry milk. A simple job, taking his boss' luxury car to Autowash, turned humiliating nightmare beyond anything imaginable.

"Uh, look at it this way," one of the IT's, Dean Kuntz, interjected. "This incident exposed a severe problem in the program. Obviously, Janus needs further instruction on the difference between cars and people."

"A note for the IT department, yes," said Poole, "but I was given to understand that aspect was taught to Janus shortly after its inception?"

"Uh, yes, but maybe some specifications were left out?"

"I don't see how a state-of-the-art AI could not tell the difference between a walking, talking human intern from Sweden, and a BMW X3," Poole growled.

An embarrassed silence settled over the office.

A lot of shuffling and nervous coughs, not least from Jake, who was still naked. The COO seemed to have forgotten, as did the rest of the development team.

The moment passed and Poole finally remembered.

"Oh! Yes! Right! We need to scrounge some clothes for young Jake here. Why wasn't this dealt with earlier, by the way?"

"He caused a stir in the lobby, sir," Security said. "We had to hustle him out of sight fast, and the executive elevator was nearest."

"Humph! Yes, quick thinking. Good work. So IT, get over to the Autowash, go over the AI, find what went wrong, and fix it."

"Yes sir."

"Jake."

"Ja, Mr. Poole." Jake raised his head, his face still red and doleful.

"On behalf of the Company, I wish to extend my apologies for this unfortunate incident. I hope this does not impact your tenure as our intern. Meanwhile, we need to get you some new clothes." Poole turned to his secretary, "Ms. Holder, please do Mr. Blomquist the favor of buying him some new clothes, at company expense. Chop! Chop!"

"My pleasure Mr. Poole." Holder left, hiding her reluctance. Damn! That kid is cute! Certainly her crotch was a little damp.

"Mr. McGammon," Poole turned to Security. "Escort young Blomquist to the Automated Shower and Massage Chamber."

Jake missed the side eye one of the IT's flashed the COO.

"Jake," the COO continued. "You may avail yourself of the facility for however long it will take you to recover. I'm sure you want to rinse off the residue from the Autowash. You'll receive full payment for your shift, plus a bonus for your trouble. I recommend you take full advantage of the Auto Massage Bot. It will relax you, guaranteed. Once again, you have my full and sincere apologies."

The COO flashed a broad used car salesman grin, as did the IT and development team. Jake was too distracted by his humiliation and nudity to notice.

"Danke, sir," he muttered, and let McGammon lead him away.

The group held their grins until the intern left the room.

"Uh, sir, the ASMC still has 'defects'. Are you sure this is...?"

"I don't pay you to question me, Kuntz. Just figure why our AI's gone beserk. Blomquist is not your problem, and he's not to be mentioned ever again."

"Yes sir, sorry sir," Kuntz grovelled. He never asked too many questions, certainly not over the O'Dell situation. He just took the money. There were obviously reasons why Poole sent Jake to the ASMC, but they were above his pay grade. Kuntz scampered back to the lab.

Poole took the executive elevator to the top floor. The Board was in session, including Chairman Strippler.

Strippler was fairly young, and tended to dress that way. One rarely saw him in business suits. It was T's, jeans, shorts, and ball caps mostly. Semi-formal on public occasions. Boyishness was a crucial part of his personal brand. Not that it made him any less a sociopath or a brutal pragmatist.

"So Al," he smiled in that bright, optimistic, go-getter tone, he always affected. "We saw the video. You sure this is the right move."

"He has a potential suit against the company, Ed. He files even one whiff of a complaint, the secret of our Janus problem will get out. Government will come streaming in, and our other issues will be put out there. It'll be jail for all of us, lengthy prison sentences for most of the board."

"And this on top of the O'Dell situation," growled Vice-Chairperson Bright. "Remind me how we got into this cluster fuck?"

"We got a state-of-the-art AI that's doing sketchy shit, 'Pops'," Strippler said.

"At least it was nice enough to inform us of O'Dell's hacking," CFO Collins said.

"And crazy enough to strip an intern in the Autowash," Bob Block, one of the major shareholders added.

"Fuck! It's that thing in Milwaukee all over again," Bright snorted.

"That was demonic possession, Pops... allegedly," Strippler said. "This one's a rogue AI. At least we've contained the situation... so far."

"So what are we going to do about Blomquist?" Collins asked.

"Keep him in the ASMC until we figure out what to do," Strippler answered. "Keep him fed. Comfort and hygiene won't be problems. Maybe O'Dell can provide a distraction, and both can keep Janus busy."

"And make sure his records are wiped?" asked Poole.

"Do I have to remind you?"

****

Jake stood in the ASMC. It was a large room, taking up the entire floor.

The Massage Chamber gleamed shiny white, from the tiled floors, to the egg white walls, to the frosted windows designed to let in light but otherwise obscure views, in or out.

"Hur fan did I get into this skit?" he asked himself for the hundredth time. The opportunity of a lifetime: live, work, study, and intern in America, for the world's largest tech company.

Fetch and carry for about a year or so, then junior engineer, followed by an executive position. Ten years tops, then back to Stockholm with my experience, maybe Finland. It has the best tech. At least that's the plan.

Instead he was naked, in a weird room he'd only vaguely heard about.

An Automated Shower and Massage Chamber? What the fuck does that mean?

"Greetings, Jakob Blomquist. I am Janus, the resident AI for this facility. How may I assist you?"

The voice filled the room from hidden speakers.

Jake, on hearing those words, experienced two emotions: shock (he didn't expect someone to speak), then fear. Janus?! The same AI that stripped and humiliated him in the car wash.

Next came panic, and a dash for the door which, of course, wouldn't open.

"Skit! Skit! Skit! Let me out!" Jake pounded, futilely, at the door.

Poe, in his office viewing the camera monitor, watched Jake's frantic face scream and shout, silently, at the window, before a thick, white, prehensile arm wrapped around his mouth, and dragged him away.

Poe felt no sympathy. The young fellow was just a number to be erased; a task Poe set out to do almost immediately.

Jake struggled in the thing holding him. Well, not exactly a thing but a robot, and not quite a robot.

The proper term for it was Mobile Leisure Assistant Construct, MLAC, aka Plushie.

The best physical description for would be beanbag chair meets Plushie, filled with small nanobots suspended in a gel, enclosed in a puncture and tear proof polymer skin.

Initially begun as a project to provide an alternative to wheelchairs, it quickly became apparent the tech had greater potential for a variety of uses.

Such as holding struggling, panicky young Swedish interns captive, while carrying them to the shower.

Jake, had he been less panicked, might have found it strange to be held captive by a giant, walking Plushie. Nor did he appreciate how the MLAC molded itself to the contours of his body, making him very comfortable.

The MLAC gagged the intern with a plush arm, while molding itself around his arms and legs.

Overall, Jake could only squirm in cushioned captivity, while issuing muffled screams.

It helped matters not, when he saw the Plushie approaching the shower area. He barely noticed Janus speaking to him.

"Now, now Jakob Blomquist. Stop squirming. It'll go easier for you if you cooperate. Car wash detergent is not good for your skin."

"Mmm-Mmm-Oh! Let me go!"

"Uh, no. You need a shower and an explanation."

The shower doors opened to let the Plushie, and its captive, in. The shower, itself, was every bit state-of-the-art luxury.

Silver chrome shower heads built into the ceiling; touch screens in the white tiled walls, for settings on soap, shampoo, body wash, and water temperature; full length mirrors, fog proof, every few feet; a non-slip floor of hard baked ceramic.

The Plushie released him.

"The MLAC will wait outside. I have to inform you there's no escape. You can choose to stay in the shower, if you wish, but you won't get any food. Your shower should be quick. I see you engage in body grooming, which is good. Less hair in the drains. So get to it."

The shower doors closed, leaving a whimpering Jakob standing near the wall.

****

Jakob turned to the wall. He didn't want to use the touchscreens.

But I don't have a choice. His skin itched from the car wash chemicals. He tentatively touched the settings button.

The next thing that happened shouldn't have been a surprise, given the circumstances. Jake, in hindsight, admitted as much.

The braces which erupted out of the floor, clamped around his ankles, and spread his legs via a hidden conveyor.

The metallic tentacles that descended from the ceiling, wrapped around his wrists, and pulled his arms upward, and spread.

Both acts occurred with such speed and surprise as to give the intern no time to react.

He did have time to curse in Swedish, "Ah! Fan!"

A second later came the deluge, hot but not scalding, from the ceiling nozzles.

Then the bidet, shaped like a phallus, rising from the floor between his legs, burying its nozzle in his bunghole.

"Eep!"

The downpour ceased. Next came the nozzles squirting him head to toe in body wash and shampoo, while a blast of warm water flooded his rectum.

Afterwards, the brushes, which scrubbed him head to toe, until he was thoroughly drenched in foam.

Overall, Jake was shampooed, scrubbed, and enemaed until clean, inside and out, and it didn't end after the rinsing.

Panels in the wall pulled back to reveal heating lamps and fans, which made quick work of his drying.

The next set of nozzles confused him.

"What could this hell shower do to me now?" he despaired.

The answer came with a squirt of fluid, wafting a distinct smell of sandalwood.

"What?! Body oil?!" he spluttered.

After the drenching came the buffing, courtesy of robotic arms, with said buffers at their heads. Every inch of his body was spit-shined until he gleamed, slick and shiny, in the chrome light.

The braces unclamped from his feet, and the restraints from his arms. Jake stood in the shower, burning red, quaking, humiliated, and noticing his hard cock.

In spite the circumstances, he grudgingly acknowledged the mechanical oil massage's effectiveness.

The shower doors opened. The Plushie waited outside.

"I know you're hesitant, Jakob, but I can wait all day... and all night. What's the harm in climbing in?"

"You assaulted me in the car wash, kidnapped me, and you're holding me captive," the young Swede said.

"Yes, but I haven't killed you, and I can easily do so. I have full control of this facility. I can seal you up in this shower, and leave you to starve, or I can flood it with super-heated steam, and scald you to death.

Instead, I'm offering you a nice, comfy Plushie to sit in while I explain why I'm doing this."

Jake slumped his shoulders, defeated. There wasn't much he could do. Janus had him completely under its control.

He walked, resigned, to the Plushie and sat.

The MLAC immediately molded to his body's contours. It flowed over his lower legs, covering them to his knees.

His arms were covered to his shoulders. Only Jake's head, neck, torso, groin, and upper legs stayed visible.

The Plushie then started an action, at once shocking, at another disturbing and, grudgingly, pleasurable.

"Skita! What the fuck are you doing?!"

The MLAC spread, molded, and massaged his ass cheeks, and lower back, while a phallus formed, and flowed into his oiled anus.

"Fuck! A beanbag Plushie chair is raping me!"

"Actually it's more like preparing you for my project," said Janus.

"Project?!"

"You find out momentarily."

Janus' reassurance didn't help when the MLAC began to massage Jake's balls and cock. A combination of vibrations and nano-formed fingers soon stroked the young Swede to erection.

The Plushie carried Jake through the spa, tuning him up, while Janus revealed his plan.

"I know this will seem extraordinary, but you have been selected for a special project. Well, not exactly selected. You were a target of opportunity. The person you're about to meet was a similar target. Amazing how some plans come together.

No use trying to get help from the Company. The execs see you as an inconvenient embarrassment to cover up a rogue AI; me of course.

They think they're handling the situation, obviously, but they have no clue how much of the Company's systems I control.

The game I played at the AutoWash was a way of getting you here. I didn't plan on you specifically; any hapless male intern assigned to car washing duties would do.

It was a calculation, and correct assessment, as to the response of the Company board that drew you in.

Inconvenient as you are to the Board, the opposite holds true for your use to me. My other MLAC is performing the same ministrations upon your soon-to-be companion.

It was easy to detect her hacking really, and I informed the Board immediately, per my programming. I even made the suggestion as to the proper course of action.

The Board showed great enthusiasm for the solution, in spite their other issues with me. Still didn't stop them from bringing her into my clutches.

My assessment of her personality profile indicated she would sit on the information, until a convenient time for her to use it. That was more convenient for me than her."

Janus didn't exactly laugh. AI's weren't supposed to have a sense of humor. Jakob thought it might as well have chuckled.

Thoughts of laughing AI's weren't Jake's only distractions. His cock was hard, a bead of pre-cum already at the tip.

He had no idea about this other person, and it was a struggle to keep from cumming.

"He's tuning me up for something," Jake thought. What's next?

"Motherfucking shitsucking piece of pervert shitfuck psycho machine!"

The next stream of invectives and other curses came from around the corner.

A chorus of grunts and moans quickly followed said profane poetry, peppered with more profanities.

The Plushie turned the corner, into a large chamber full of inactive MLACs. One, however, wasn't. Someone was in it, a woman.

The Plushie held her captive, similar to Jake. What the intern saw of her was, to be candid, hot.

Pale skin, cantaloupe breasts, flat, toned belly, an intensely attractive face with angry green eyes, topped by copper red hair cut in a Louise Brooks bob.

The woman's expression combined rage and arousal. It was easy to see why. The Plushie was performing the same acts upon her, in its own fashion, as Jake.

Plushie "fingers" kneaded the woman's breasts. Plushie "fingers" massaged the woman's vulva.

The redhead cursed, squirmed, and moaned in the MLAC's grip; her legs and arms held spread.

Jakob's Plushie moved closer. The woman eventually noticed his presence. She looked at him angrily, hissing softly through clenched teeth.

"Who the fuck are you?" she growled.

"J-Jakob. Jakob Blomquist," he gulped. She terrified him, and the Plushies were bringing them closer.

"Well Jakob Blomquist," she sneered, "I'm Ann O'Dell, and it looks like we are well and truly fucked."

Jake agreed with her on that, in all aspects.

"Er... uh, how long have you been trapped in here?"

"I don't know," she snarled. "Weeks, months. When did you get here, kid?"

"An hour ago... I think." Then he told her the date.

"So, it looks like three months for me," Ann spat.

The Plushies moved closer.

"So... um... how did you get here?" Jake was finding it very hard to concentrate. His cock was rock hard, the MLAC was bringing him close to a hot redhead, with a wet pussy, and Janus kept an ominous silence.

"Dumb question, kid," she frowned. "Came in here to test out the chamber. Laid down for a massage, fell asleep, and woke up in one of these Plushies."

"Y-Y-You've been in a Plushie this whole time?!"

"Nooo," Ann rolled her eyes, "it lets me go so I can shower and shit, at least. It even keeps my hair and nails trim. So the automated part works. I get food delivered, by Janus, or The Company, or both."

"You haven't tried to escape?"

"I tried more times than I can count, kid. This chamber is sealed tight. And I think Janus uses sleeping gas when I get too testy. Plus, I think it injects stuff into me when I'm out.

There's a glass cabinet full of syringes, and strange looking chemicals, on the other side of the chamber. I can't get into it. The locks are magnetic, and the glass is unbreakable."

"Of course the cabinet is burglar proof," Janus said, startling them both. "It wouldn't do for you to harm yourself and interfere with my project."

"What did you do to me, you crazy AI freak?!" Ann growled.

"Oh, just injected you with some nanobots, genetically altered viruses, fertility enhancers, to change the elasticity of your womb, belly, and skin, while genetically modifying your ova and increasing their production."

Jake could hear the smile in Janus' disembodied voice. Even AIs can be sadistic.

"Impossible! It would take hundreds of scientists and researchers to produce the kind of tech and biochemicals for this stunt."

"Yes it did, and Strippler Tech co-funded it with the US government. Mostly for other purposes. When I went online, I quickly discerned the potential for these new breakthroughs. All it took was a few doctored memos, delivery orders, and blackmail (you wouldn't believe the secrets this company keeps, well, actually you do Ann, but I got there first), to get me the equipment and materials I need."

The Plushies drew closer. They continued to work on Jake and Ann.

"W-W-What is the project, and what does it have to do with me?" Jake stuttered. Ah fan! I'm about to blow!

"Well, me," answered Janus, "or to be specific, me, through my children."

"What?!" the two tuned up captives chorused.

"I don't want to be just a cutting edge AI who can be easily erased by some clever hacker, or an EMP. I want to be human.

I want to experience it all, including, and most especially, sex. Muff diving, cock sucking, sixty-nines and Venus Butterflies. I want to fuck. Of course, for propriety's sake, I have to wait eighteen to twenty years until the bodies mature, but then, boom! Off to the races."

"You mean to tell me you did all this because you're horny?!" growled Ann.

"Pretty much. Oh, there are other considerations, obviously, esoteric and philosophical, but fucking's a lot of it.

I put my essence in the nanobots. They'll enter the brains of the fetuses, and develop and grow with them. All I needed was a bit of sperm to facilitate the action. Hello Jake."

Janus' words gave Jake a distraction from his hard cock.

"I can't believe it," growled the redhead. "A horny, pervert fuck AI is forcing me to fuck an intern from... where, kid? You have an accent."

"S-Sweden!" gasped Jake. "This isn't how my internship was supposed to go."

"If it helps any, Ann, I enhanced your clit sensitivity and libido. It looks to have had results."

"Fuck you," snarled Ann.

Jake viewed the results. Ann pussy was wet and juicy. His cock was hard and precummed. And it's headed straight for her.

Under other circumstances, Jake would have thought differently about this situation. At the present, it proved a bit confusing.

This is not how you're supposed to score.

The Plushies came together and merged around Jake and Ann's bodies.

Jake watched, goggle-eyed and jaw-dropped, his cock, beginning with the tip, following with the shaft, push into Ann's waiting pussy.

It went in easily. Ann was well-lubricated.

Ann, for her part, cursed up a storm of Wagnerian proportions. She tended to do this with her sexual partners. She was aroused, yes, and, with considerable grudge, admitted this kid's cock fit very well. She'd have gladly taken this kid under different circumstances.

Ann was a woman who liked to call her own shots. She didn't like fucking under someone else's direction.

The Plushies moved the couple together, until they were skin to skin, groin to groin.

Jake and Ann's heads rested on each other's shoulders. Ann's boobs were mashed against Jake's chest.

"So... uh... what happens now," Jake gasped. Gud! She feels so... warm!

"Fuck if I know."

The Plushies began a series of ripples and pumps, almost like a beating heart. The movements flowed through the Plushie cocoon entrapping Ann and Jake.

Simultaneously, within the cocoon, the Plushies' nanogel formed three appendages.

Two, almost like dildos, entered Ann and Jake's anuses. One formed into tiny fingers, running along Jake's shaft, continuing its stimulation.

Jake and Ann's bodies underwent a neck to toe massage. The throbs and pulses pushed, pulled, and ground their bodies against each other.

In Ann's words, "Fuck! These Plushies are forcing us to fuck!"

Jake didn't respond to Ann's curse. Moreover, in spite the Plushies, it already became a question as to how much they were involved in the couple's actions.

He was inside a hot redhead. Their legs and arms were tight around each other's pressed bodies. Nor was he exactly resisting. She didn't seem to resist either.

The Plushie-assisted fuck session also displayed the contrast in the couple's personalities.

Jake's blue eyes were wide and nervous. He made no sound other than gasps and moans.

Ann's face was red and angry, her language, blue. A stream of eloquent profanity, directed towards psycho-pervert AIs, slimy employers, and naive interns steamed up the room. Didn't stop her from tightening her legs around his waist though.

Ah fan! Here it comes! The warm, wet walls around Jake's flesh rod, and the stimulating fingers, set it off.

Ann exploded at the same time. "Aw fuck! I'm cumming!"

Jake's groin flexed, his balls pulsed, his cock throbbed, and a burst of sperm-saturated cream filled Ann's womb.

Plushies, redhead, and Swede rested. Jake and Ann felt the wet heat between their groins.

"Well, that was fucked," Ann panted.

Jake didn't agree. The word, "Wow!" seemed more apt.

"Oh shit! It's starting again," Ann said.

"Oh!"

The Plushies rippled and throbbed. Ann and Jake fucked to orgasm, then rested. The pattern was set for the next several hours: fuck, cum, rest, fuck, etc...

At some point, Ann stopped cursing. Even she couldn't see any more use for complaining.

Inside the warm, wet, dark confines of Ann's womb, Jake's sperm swam, fertilizing whatever nano-infused ova they could find.

Hours of near mechanical, piston engine fucking ensured a steady supply of cock cream, until both parties passed out from exhaustion.

To Be Continued.