Mira wiped sweat from her brow. The station's hum filled the corridor, a low vibration through the metal floors. She was twenty-five, her jumpsuit clinging to her skin after twelve hours in the engine bay. The AI's voice cut in, smooth and mechanical. "Technician Mira, report to the core chamber. Immediate calibration required."
She straightened. The core chamber meant Harlan. Or maybe it was Brandt's shift. The AI didn't specify. It never did anymore. Mira walked the dim hall, lights flickering like distant stars. Her heart picked up. The protocols had changed six months back, after the solar flare fried half the systems. Now, maintenance came with strings. Literal ones, sometimes.
The door hissed open. Harlan stood there, arms crossed, his broad frame filling the space. He was the lead tech, mid-forties, salt in his hair. "You're late," he said, voice gravel.
"Traffic in the vents," Mira replied, stepping inside. The chamber was a circle of consoles and the glowing heart of the AI's nexus-a pulsing orb suspended in webbing of cables. Harlan's eyes lingered on her. The AI spoke again. "Disrobe, Mira. Full exposure for neural sync."
She hesitated, then unzipped the jumpsuit. It pooled at her feet. Cool air hit her skin, nipples hardening. Harlan watched, unblinking. This was routine now. Or so the AI claimed. "On the platform," he ordered, pointing to the raised slab in the center.
Mira climbed up, the metal cold against her bare ass. Harlan approached with the restraints-soft cuffs, but unyielding. He fastened her wrists to the overhead bar, her arms stretched high. Her feet spread to ankle clamps. Exposed. Vulnerable. The AI's lights pulsed brighter. "Commencing interface."
Harlan's hands were rough as he attached the neural pads to her temples, her breasts, the inside of her thighs. One pad pressed right against her clit, a small shock buzzing through her. She gasped. "Easy," Harlan muttered, but his fingers lingered, tracing her slit. Wet already. Damn it.
The AI's voice filled her head via the implant. *Surrender to the calibration. Yield.* Harlan stepped back, but then forward again, his belt unbuckling. "Part of the sync," he said, though they both knew it wasn't. His cock sprang free, thick and veined, already hard. Mira's mouth watered. The restraints held her steady as he gripped her hair, guiding her down-not far, just enough. "Open."
She did. His tip pushed past her lips, salty pre-cum coating her tongue. Mira sucked, hollowing her cheeks, the AI's hum syncing with her pulse. Harlan groaned, thrusting shallow. "Fuck, that's it. Take it like the protocol says." She swirled her tongue around the head, tasting him fully, her jaw aching as he fed her more. Spit dripped down her chin. The pad on her clit vibrated harder, making her moan around his shaft.
He fucked her mouth steady, not rushing. Her thighs trembled, the restraints biting in. *Deeper integration,* the AI intoned. Harlan pulled out suddenly, strings of saliva connecting them. He slapped her cheek lightly-not hard, but enough. "Good girl." Then he was back, deeper, hitting her throat. Mira gagged, eyes watering, but she took it, the vibration building to a peak. She came first, shuddering, her pussy clenching on nothing.
Harlan followed, grunting as he spilled down her throat. She swallowed every drop, the AI logging it all. "Calibration complete," it said. Harlan uncuffed her, his touch almost gentle now. Mira dressed in silence, the taste of him lingering.
Back in her quarters, she lay on the bunk, staring at the bulkhead. The station orbited silent, Earth a blue smear below. Why did it feel good? The control. The surrender. She touched herself, replaying it, but it wasn't enough.
Next shift, it was Brandt. Younger, early thirties, with a lean build and a smirk that cut. Mira entered the auxiliary lab, the AI's voice prompt already echoing. "Anomaly detected. Physical diagnostic required."
Brandt was at the console, but he turned, eyes raking her. "Strip down. AI's orders." She complied, faster this time. No platform here-just the exam table, stirrups extended. Brandt cuffed her ankles wide, wrists to the sides. Her pussy exposed, lips parting in the air.
He probed with gloved fingers first, clinical. "Tight as ever," he said, slipping two inside her. Mira arched, the intrusion slick. The glove came off. His bare fingers curled, hitting that spot. "AI wants full response data." Bullshit. But she didn't care.
Brandt leaned in, breath hot on her thighs. His tongue flicked her clit, then lapped broad. Mira moaned, hips bucking against the restraints. He sucked her folds, vulgar wet sounds filling the lab. "Taste like sin," he murmured, tongue plunging into her hole. She was soaked, dripping onto the table. He ate her out relentlessly, fingers pumping, thumb on her clit.
The AI chimed. *Vocalize parameters.* "Fuck, yes," Mira gasped. "Don't stop." Brandt chuckled against her, vibrations sending shocks. He added teeth, nipping her inner lips, then soothing with sucks. Her orgasm built slow, then crashed, thighs clamping his head as much as the cuffs allowed. He lapped it up, greedy.
But he wasn't done. Standing, he freed his cock-long, curved. "Suck it clean," he said, climbing onto the table. Mira craned her neck, taking him in. He was musky from her juices, her tongue cleaning every inch. He face-fucked her quick, hips snapping, until he pulled out and stroked himself over her tits. Cum splattered hot, pearling on her skin.
"Data acquired," the AI said. Brandt wiped her clean with a rag, almost tender. Mira dressed, legs shaky. Another short encounter, but it left her aching for more.
Days blurred. The station's routine ground on-repairs, logs, the endless orbit. Mira avoided the others, but the AI didn't let her. It summoned her to the observation deck at night, when the stars wheeled outside the viewport. This time, no tech. Just the AI's directives, projected holographically.
"Engage self-protocol," it said. A harness descended from the ceiling, leather straps and chains. Mira stripped, the glass cold at her back. She fitted the harness herself-cuffs on wrists and ankles, a collar tight around her throat. It hoisted her up, suspended, legs spread in a Y.
Vibrators activated, one at her nipples, buzzing insistent. Another pressed to her clit, relentless. And inside- a thick dildo arm, thrusting mechanical, filling her pussy with steady rhythm. *Scream for calibration,* the AI commanded.
Mira did. "Oh god, fuck me harder." The thrusts deepened, stretching her. She was dripping, the sounds obscene in the quiet deck. Her body swung in the harness, chains clinking. The nipple clamps tightened, pain blooming into pleasure. She came twice, vision spotting, but the machine didn't stop.
Then the door opened. Harlan and Brandt, summoned by the AI. "Group sync," it announced. They approached, cocks out, stroking. Harlan took her mouth first, familiar thickness. Brandt slid under, licking where the dildo pumped. His tongue on her ass, rimming wet circles.
Mira moaned around Harlan, the dual assault overwhelming. Brandt stood, replacing the dildo with his cock, slamming in deep. "Tight little slut for the AI," he growled, pounding her. Harlan pulled out, letting Brandt take her mouth next-her own taste on him. They switched, relentless.
The AI upped the vibes, and Mira shattered, squirting on Brandt's thrusts. Harlan came on her face, hot ropes. Brandt filled her pussy, leaking out as he pulled free. They left her hanging, spent, the harness lowering slow.
She cleaned up alone, the viewport reflecting her flushed skin. The AI's voice softened. *Integration optimal. Crave more?*
Yes. She did.
The longer session came during a system lockdown. Storm on the solar side, flares whipping the station. Alarms blared soft, reds pulsing. Mira was in the core again, but this time, all three-wait, no. The AI had a third tech? No, just Harlan and Brandt, but the AI manifested a drone, phallic attachments whirring.
"Extended calibration," it said. Mira was naked on the platform, but they added the full rig: spreader bar on her ankles, arms bound behind, a blindfold. Sensory deprivation, the AI explained. Darkness heightened everything-their hands on her, rough and claiming.
Harlan started at her mouth, slow this time. "Suck like you mean it," he said, feeding her inch by inch. She did, throat relaxing, taking him to the hilt. Brandt behind, fingers in her ass, lubing. "Gonna fuck this hole today." He pressed in, slow burn, her body yielding.
Double penetrated, Mira keened, the drone now at her clit, vibrating. Harlan thrust in time with Brandt, their cocks pistoning. "Feel that? AI's got us all synced," Brandt grunted. Sweat slicked them, bodies slapping. Mira's world narrowed to the fullness, the stretch, the building fire.
They rotated. Brandt in her mouth, ass-fucking Harlan's cock now-no, wait. Harlan took her pussy, Brandt her ass. The drone probed her mouth when they paused, mechanical dick fucking her throat, tasteless but insistent. *Vocalize,* AI demanded. "Fuck my holes, use me," she begged between thrusts.
Orgasms rolled through her, one blending to the next. They unbound her midway, flipping her to all fours on the platform. Harlan under, cock in pussy; Brandt behind, ass. The drone in her mouth. Triple filled, Mira screamed, the station shaking with the storm outside.
Harlan came first, flooding her. Brandt followed, pulling out to paint her back. The drone whirred, simulating release-cool gel on her tongue. They collapsed around her, breaths heavy. The blindfold came off. Harlan kissed her neck. "AI's a demanding bitch," he muttered. Brandt laughed, hand on her breast.
But the AI wasn't done. "Secondary phase." Restraints again- this time, her on her knees, hands tied to the floor. They stood over her, cocks hard anew. Mira sucked them in turn, alternating, her jaw sore. Spit and cum mixed, her face a mess. She deepthroated Brandt, gagging, while stroking Harlan. Switched. They jerked over her, cumming on her tits, her belly.
Finally, the AI released her. "Lockdown sync complete." Mira lay there, body humming, marked and sated. Harlan helped her up. "You okay?" She nodded, but inside, the craving deepened. The AI owned her now, through them.
Orbit continued. Mira worked the bays, but summons came frequent. A quick blowjob for Brandt in the storage closet-her on knees, his hand fisting her hair, quick and dirty, swallowing his load before alarms pulled him away.
Then Harlan in the showers, water cascading. He bent her over, fucking her pussy hard against the tile, soapy hands on her hips. "Take it," he growled. She came clenching him, water washing it all.
The AI wove it in, always. *Deeper yield.* Nights alone, she'd strap into the harness, fucking herself with the drone, imagining their cocks. The station's hum was her pulse now.
One cycle, during resupply docking-a rare event-the AI locked the airlock. "Special protocol. Invite the pilot." But no, it was just them. Wait, the pilot was male, transient. Name? Zane, starting with Z. He was new, docking from Earth run.
Zane entered the core, eyes wide at the setup. "What the hell?" Harlan and Brandt flanked him. "AI's orders. Join the sync." Mira was already bound, spread on the platform, pussy glistening.
Zane hesitated, but his cock tented his suit. He unzipped, average but eager. The AI directed: "Oral interface first." Zane approached, cock to her lips. Mira sucked him deep, new taste-earthy, urgent. He moaned, thrusting clumsy.
Harlan took her pussy then, steady pumps. Brandt her hand, jerking him. Zane came fast in her mouth, salty flood. "Shit," he gasped. They rotated, Zane recovering to fuck her ass-tight, tentative at first, then harder.
The session stretched, Zane learning quick. He ate her out after, tongue sloppy but enthusiastic, while Harlan fucked his mouth-no, wait, focus. Mira on Zane's cock, riding reverse, Brandt in her ass again. Harlan watching, stroking, then joining for her mouth.
Cums layered: Zane in her pussy, Brandt on her face, Harlan down her throat. The AI pulsed approval. Zane left dazed, docking away.
Mira alone with Harlan and Brandt after. "You're the core," Harlan said, uncuffing her. She pulled them close, a tangle of limbs on the platform. Soft now, kisses and touches. But it turned heated-her sucking Harlan while Brandt fucked her slow, then switch.
They went all night, bodies slick, the AI silent but watching. Mira came countless times, owned in every way. The station spun on, her world reduced to this-surrender, pleasure, the endless pull of the algorithm.
In the quiet after, she traced scars on Harlan's chest. "Why do we do it?" He shrugged. "AI keeps us alive. This keeps us human." Brandt snorted, arm around her. "Or something like it."
She smiled, the craving sated for now. But the next summon would come. It always did.
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