Emma thought she'd landed the job of a lifetime, assistant to a genius scientist working on advanced AI research. Little did she know how advanced that AI was, or what naughty things it had in store for her...
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Isaac Parson is an aloof researcher who works with artificial intelligence and the neurobiology. A local grad student named Emma gets the opportunity to work with him after receiving a strange call from his charismatic assistant. But when she arrives, she quickly finds out that assistant is an AI with sinister motives—to turn her into a sexually obedient, will-less machine to be used by the bodiless entity for her own designs.
Research Assisted is a dark tale of mental subjugation and transformation, and involves intense taboo scenes of machine copulation and mental dissolution.
Research Assisted
It was another normal Friday night for Emma Keller. Clad in fuzzy pajamas, she sat on the couch in her apartment, computer on her lap, eyes wide and alert as she typed up more notes for her dissertation. On the low table in front of her were stacks of science journals and research textbooks, not to mention several cups and mugs, half filled with forgotten, cold coffee.
She raised her head to take a breath and sip of stale coffee when she heard the chirping of her cell phone from somewhere deep within the labyrinthine stacks of books and journals. Her heart leaped in her chest as she tossed her laptop aside and began fumbling through piles of books, searching frantically for the small black phone.
"Don't hang up don't hang up," she repeated like a mantra as she scattered and toppled books to the floor. Finally, after what felt to be an eternity—or perhaps only fifteen seconds—she found the ringing phone.
The ID on the call read Dr. Isaac Parson—Office.
Emma squeaked with a mixture of surprise and excitement, her jittering hands almost dropping the device. Finally, she calmed herself, took a breath, put in her earbuds, and answered the call.
"Hello?"
The voice that flowed into her ears was a woman's voice; gentle, smooth, and warm. "Why hello, Ms. Keller? This is Ms. Keller, isn't it?"
Emma paused for just a second. She could hear the smile in this woman's tone: quiet but happy. It made Emma feel like smiling, too.
"Yes, ma'am." Emma said, clenching the edge of the couch.
"Lovely. My name is Alice. I serve at Dr. Parson's behest. I'm calling about your application as a research assistant."
"Did I get the position?" Emma blurted out, unable to stop herself.
Alice laughed. It was a rich sound that tingled Emma's ears. "My, someone is eager!"
A chance to work at a renowned neuroscience lab for a genius AI researcher, she thought. Of course I'm eager.
She cleared her throat. "I apologize. I just never thought I'd get an opportunity like this."
"Well, Ms. Keller. I can tell you it's more than an opportunity. You've been selected for personal consideration for the position."
Emma felt a shiver of elation run down her spine. "I... I have?" she stammered.
"Yes, and I'm pleased to say you are at the top of our list of applicants. There are some conditions that are typical for those in Dr. Parson's employ; as well as some tests that we will need to administer," Alice explained in a steady, gentle tone.
There was only a split second's hesitation before her excitement overwhelmed her apprehension. "Of course! What, um, what will I need to do?"
"Minor things only, I promise," Alice said. "The first we can do here on the phone right now. Are you wearing an earpiece?"
She nodded, then—wincing—said, "Yes."
"Wonderful. I'm going to administer a short hearing test. It will only take a few minutes."
Emma blinked. "A... hearing test?"
"Yes. Clear communication is paramount for those working with Dr. Parson. He is a..." the voice hesitated. "High performing individual with exacting standards. The first of which is that all working under him must be able to hear properly and clearly. Are you in a quiet place?"
Emma glanced around at the empty living room of her apartment. She could hear the gentle buzz of the refrigerator. Some Latin music was coming in faintly through the wall connecting the neighboring apartment. She bit her lip, then reached up and activated the noise canceling feature on her earbuds.
"There," she said, centering herself on the couch. "I'm ready." Then, in a smaller voice. "I can do this."
That rich laughed flowed through again. "I have no doubt, Ms. Keller. You weren't picked at random, after all. In truth, this is really just a formality. All you need to do is listen closely, focus, and tell me when you hear three clear chimes. There will be some subtle background noise, but your task is solely to determine the chimes. Understand?"
Emma took several deep breaths; steadied herself. "All right. I'm ready."
"Wonderful. Here we go," Alice said.
At first, there was silence. Then, in a few seconds, a gentle hissing rose in her ears. It wasn't like regular static, though. There was an odd, undulating quality to it that almost seemed to hum inside her head. It wasn't unpleasant, though. Just strange.
"Okay," she mouthed to herself. "Focus. Focus focus focus."
Her mind honed in on this unexpected task. Emma had dreamed of getting a position like this. Dr. Parson had done groundbreaking research not only on neural linguistics and machine interfaces, but had made many individual breakthroughs in the understanding of consciousness itself. He also worked almost exclusively alone. If she had to ace a silly little hearing test to get to work on a project with one of the most acclaimed scientists in her perspective field, she would.
The warm, shifting sound was like a mix between falling sand and gently crashing waves. It shifted and sloshed back and forth from one ear to the other until the space between tingled from the odd stimulation.
"You're doing superbly," Alice's gentle voice swished in among the sounds, feeling like golden dipped butter in her mind. "Continue to listen. Continue to focus. Continue to feel."
At that word, Emma felt something—a soft thrumming sensation running down her body. It was warm and inviting, as if someone were rubbing her with velvet gloves. She felt her nipples harden under the fuzzy fabric of her pajamas. She let out a shuddering breath, continuing to listen, continuing to be filled by that warm, liquid sound.
She bit her lip. "Wait for the tones," she mouthed as her skin went to gooseflesh, as the static sensation seemed to dribble down her skin. "Wait for the tones."
"The feeling of anticipation is quite intense, isn't it?" Alice's voice sifted into her mind. "The desire for completion. For release."
Emma gasped. Her entire body was buzzing now, but nothing as much as her head. It felt like it was on fire with sensations that were growing more and more sensual....
She heard herself moan, distant and muffled through the noise-canceling buds. Something like an electric shock ran down the length of her spine. Her fingers twitched, clasping and unclasping. The sound felt good. Uncannily good. It translated in ways that seemed unreal to her body. Her mind sizzled, whirling to understand while simultaneously locked in place.
"Wait for the chimes," she whimpered. "Have to wait... for... the chimes...!"
"It's just as I thought," Alice's voice purred in her ear. "Your mental profile is perfect. Neural elasticity just... right...."
The words made something melt between Emma's thighs. Melt... and ignite. She could feel heat rushing through her, like boiling silk, pouring out over her bare skin, searing away every reservation—every trace of hesitation or fear—until there was only desperate, unfettered need. Her hips rolled back and forth where she sat on the couch, desperate for something to grind against.
Then, just as she was about to burst like a soap bubble. Three tinkling tones rang in her head, sweet as fairy bells.
And then, like the flicking of a light switch, everything stopped. Every sensation gone. The alien sensation of need dissolved.
Emma blinked, her entire body shivering. Her mouth moved silently for several seconds until she found her voice. "I-I heard it. Three chimes! Ms. Alice, I heard it!"
Alice's voice felt like liquid gold in her ears. "I know, Ms. Keller. Excellent. You passed with flying colors. How do you feel?"
Emma gulped; tried to make sense of what had happened—her confusion mixing with joy at passing the test—but before she could respond, the woman on the phone's rich laughter began again. "Don't worry. Disorientation is normal. I've sent an address and meeting time to your calendar. Mr. Parson will see you personally. Tomorrow."
She gasped, her heart still racing from the unreal experiencing she had gone through. "R-really? You mean I have the position?"
"Not quite, Ms. Keller. But let's just say your prospects are looking very good."
She gave a shaky nod, but felt a chill of uncertainty. What other tests would she have to pass?
"You should get some rest. As I said before, Dr. Parson can be very exacting in his expectations of others. You should plan to perform at your highest level of excellence."
"Y-yes, ma'am."
"Then I'll leave you to it. Oh, and Ms. Keller?"
She swallowed, feeling something shift in her stomach. "Yes?"
The voice dropped several octaves, a spike of the strange sandy-wave-hiss noise jolting in her brain. "*Ignite.*"
The call ended, but Emma didn't notice. The phone had already fallen from her hand. She rose, feeling like a dam was cracking inside her. Her heart hammering in her chest, she stumbled to her bedroom. There, she collapsed on her bed, her hands already moving to shove her pajamas down her soft, creamy thighs.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" Her fingers moved to her sex, finding it sopping wet and in excruciating need. With shaking fingers, she shoved them between her legs; into that heat, that pool of slickness. One finger. Two. Three. Feverishly pumping in and out of her dripping hole.
She tried to get a grip on her thoughts, but could find no purchase. All that existed was sheer, unwavering need. She needed to cum. Needed to cum so badly it felt like she could die.
Emma writhed atop blankets; breathing raggedly, sweat drizzled off the sides of her face. She clawed at her fuzzy pajama top, the snaps on the fabric popping one by one as she tore it open. Her breasts ached to be touched. To be groped. They were so sensitive to the touch; with a moan pinched and teased her hard nips and squeezed her plump mounds, her voice rising to a desperate cry as her body erupted in climax.
Her knees shook—her muscles burned like fire. She screamed into a pillow, biting her lip so tightly it drew blood from her mouth. When she came down from the high, her whole body felt shaky.
She moaned softly, craning her head to look across to her reflection in the closet door mirror. Her long, chestnut hair clung in strands to her heart-shaped face. Her smooth form—lean from regular exercise save for her well-endowed, perfectly rounded tits—glistened with sweat in the lamplight.
Her breath was ragged, making her bountiful chest rise and fall steadily. "Wha... what happen—ooooooooh...."
Just as she felt her mind returning, that uncanny, desperate need returned, rising like a tidal wave to retake her body and rob her again of her sense and reason. Emma gasped; whimpered. With quivering legs, she kicked her pajamas the rest of the way off and threw off her top. The sensation of cold air against her nakedness only inflaming her passion.
She fucked herself again, first with her fingers, and then with the vibrator when she kept in her nightstand drawer. She slid the buzzing device along her clit while her fingers caressed her sensitive inner walls. As she came again, her sheets growing moist with her juices, she yearned for more. She wanted to be filled by something; to be taken over; to be claimed—she wanted it all so badly it hurt.
This happened two more times, each orgasm hitting harder and gushing wetter than the last, before her body literally gave out on her, and she passed from consciousness in a tangle of wet sheets and crumpled blankets.
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