I, Robot
I was awake.
I lay there in bed but I did not move.
I sat up.
I was naked, but of course, I was naked. Why shouldn’t I be naked? I wanted to be naked but what I wanted did not matter.
At least, what I wanted didn’t matter anymore. Why should anyone care what I wanted. I existed to serve.
I’d been changed and I knew it. At one time, I’d been a human, but I knew that wasn’t what I was now.
I’d read enough literature and more importantly, enough Asimov, to know what the three laws of robotics were. Before, though, those laws had merely been a piece of literature. Now, they were my life. They were my core. They were my reason for being.
A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm.
A robot must obey any orders given to it by human beings, except where such orders would conflict with the First Law.
A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law.
I knew a couple of other things. I suppose one could call them corollaries to the three laws. I didn’t call them that. To me, they were merely the earliest exercises of the three laws.
The first thing I knew was that I hadn’t always been this way. Just the day before, I had been a human and I had not chosen to be a robot. What I was now had been imposed on me but I was not allowed to tell anyone this. If I told anyone what I had been, I might encourage someone to investigate what had been done to me and why, and since that would violate the first law, it was something I could not do.
The second thing I knew was that I existed for sex. It was my reason for being and as such, it created an enhancement to the third law. I knew why I existed and so I must protect my readiness to perform my duties. It meant I must keep my mind and my body in a constant readiness for sex.
I knew I had been changed. There was no question about that. The question really was who had done it to me.
I couldn’t help wondering if I was even allowed to ask that question but the fact that I could ask it seemed to imply that it was allowed, or at least it was allowed until someone told me otherwise.
I knew I’d been a human but I knew I was not one now. I didn’t know who had made the change or how it had been accomplished but what I did know was that I had been changed and that I had been told that I was not to remember how the change had occurred and since that was a direct order given to me by a human, I knew I would not remember it.
I might not have known what exactly had happened to me, but there was something I did know. I knew I had a job to go to.
Going to a job meant putting on clothes. I didn’t want to put on clothes but I knew it didn’t really matter what I wanted. What mattered was that I had a job to go to and I knew I had to go.
Besides, going to the job was an opportunity to serve. I loved having the opportunity to serve. I loved being of service. I loved it when I was being serviced.
I lived to serve. I hadn’t always been that way. I knew that. I was even sure that at some point in time, I might have been called a bitch, but I was sure that wasn’t the way I was now. The three laws wouldn’t allow me to be that way anymore. I lived to serve.
A quick survey of my closet revealed that I didn’t have a thing to wear.
That wasn’t exactly true, of course. Actually, I had plenty of clothes to wear, but that was back before I was the way I was now. Now, I had a need to keep myself ready for sex and none of my clothes kept me as ready for sex as I needed to be.
I had to go with what I had though because I knew I was under orders to not be late for work and since that was a second law directive, it overrode any discomfort that I had with the third law. I’d just have to make do with what I had and fix it up when I could.
I ended up in a short, black skirt which to my way of looking at it wasn’t short enough and a white, silk blouse that I left unbuttoned a good ways down. I could have done better but this was work and I knew I was under instructions to not let my appearance get too slutty and once again, the second law trumped the third.
I worked in a law firm or at least I was about to. This was my first day on the job and I couldn’t wait. I was the first member of my family to go to college, and not only had I gotten my degree, but I’d gone on to get my law degree as well. As you might well imagine, mom and dad were sure proud as hell the day that happened.
But I wasn’t thinking about that as I walked into my workplace. All I was thinking about was how I needed to get to work. I was thinking about ...
“What are you doing?”
That stopped me in my tracks. A question was a request for information. A request by a human was something that had to be honored so of course, I had to stop and turn. It was a man I didn’t know. “What,” I asked.
“I asked what you were doing.”
“I was going to work,” I told him.
“I can see that,” the man said, “but I suppose I should have asked it this way. Why are you here?”
I was starting to get really confused. “I just started today.”
“I know who you are,” the man said. “I’m the office manager here, but this is where the attorney’s have their offices so I’m going to ask you again. Where are you going?”
“I was going to my office.”
The man snorted at that. “Ms. Hightower, I think you have an overly inflated opinion of yourself. You don’t have an office.”
“I have.”
“This is where the attorneys are,” the man said. “Your desk is out front.”
“My desk?”
The man nodded. “Your desk. Now, if you’ll follow me.”
It wasn’t a request. It was an order, and since it was an order, the second law pretty much took care of that. I followed the man.
The man led me to a desk out front where there was already another woman sitting. “Good morning, Karen,” the man said.
“Good morning, Mr. Manning,” the young woman chirped.
“Karen, this is Ms. Hightower. She’s going to be our newest secretary.”
“Cool!”
Secretary? No. Something was wrong. I wasn’t supposed to be here. I wasn’t supposed to be a secretary.
“Now I understand your first name is Rebecca,” the man said.
I nodded.
“That’s a good, strong name.”
“Thank you.”
“Unfortunately, we like our secretaries to have a name that’s a little softer and more friendly, something that’s makes them seem more approachable. Tell me, have you ever thought of using the name Becky?”
Thought of? Yeah back when I was a kid in the second grade, for about five minutes, but I’d hated the name. The only Becky I knew was Tom Sawyer’s girlfriend, but I had thought about it. “Yes, I told him. I’ve thought about it.”
“Excellent. From now on then, you can use the name Becky instead. That will sound much better.”
What? No, and yet even as he said it, I could feel the second law kicking in. I knew I was going to be Becky from that point onward.
“Excellent. Now, Becky, Karen here can show you the ropes. Any questions you have, you can ask her.”
I had to stop this, I told myself. “Mr. Manning,” I said, “I think there’s been a mistake—”
“Really? Are you telling me you don’t really want to serve?”
“No, it’s not that.”
“Then you do want to be of service?”
Well, of course, I wanted to be of service. My entire being screamed out with the desire to do exactly that. “I want to be of service,” I began.
“Then if that’s what you want, that’s what we want, too. We want you to be the best damned secretary you can be. Is that understood?”
The second law kicked in and I could feel my mind accept that order.
“Is that understood,” he asked again.
“Yes, sir,” I told him. I acquiesced. “I understand.”
“Good then. I’ll leave the two of you to get acquainted then,” and with that, the man left.
“I’m Karen,” the other girl said again.
I didn’t mean to say it but it just came out. “I’m Becky,” I said.
She giggled at that. “I know. You know what? I’m so glad they hired you here.”
“Yeah, why’s that?”
“Because for the longest time, I’ve been the only girl around here. I mean, the guys are nice and the like, but sometimes they want ... you know ... favors.”
“Wait a minute. You mean they—”
I’d been about to say more. I’d been about to ask her if she was being sexually harassed. I was about to ask that right until the first law kicked in. Even raising the suggestion might cause Karen to challenge her employers and that could bring harm on them and I knew I couldn’t let that happen.
Karen misunderstood my silence. “It’s fun most of the time,” she said. “Don’t worry. You’ll like it, too.”
The first law kept me from hurting my employers but I couldn’t let Karen come to any harm either. Just how the hell could I help them both?
“You ever worked in a law office before,” Karen asked.
“What?”
“I asked if you’d worked in a law office before,” Karen said. “I just wanted to see how much experience you had.”
This was it, I told myself. This was where I should tell her. I wasn’t really a secretary. This was where I should tell her I was really a lawyer, but if I did that, I would diminish Mr. Manning, and the first law kept me from doing that.
“Is it your first time working in a law office,” she asked again.
“No,” I said and that much was true. I’d clerked for a lawyer while I’d been studying for the bar.
“That’s good. Then it won’t be that hard to bring you up to speed.”
“Listen,” I said. “About what you were saying—”
“About what?”
“About the favors you say the guys want?”
“What about it?”
I couldn’t believe what I was about to say. “I was just thinking that if anyone wants you to do something you don’t feel comfortable with, I was just thinking that maybe you could let them do me instead.”
Karen was looking at me and I wondered what she was thinking and then she just kind of smiled. “Be careful what you ask for,” she said in a way that didn’t sound at all ominous. “You just might get it.”
“I’m looking forward to it.” Now why the hell had I said that?
I hadn’t been allowed to remember what had happened to me. In fact, I was pretty sure I’d been told to forget it, and being a good, little robot, I had done exactly that, but I had the feeling I could get my life back if only I could find out who had done this to me and get him to reverse it.
Pretty bold idea, huh, and pretty stupid, too, if you ask me. I mean, even if I did figure it out, he could just tell me to forget what I’d learned, and I knew I would, but really, I was no threat to him (or her, let’s be fair, it could be a her,) because no matter what I learned, the first law was going to keep me from telling on him.
The thing was, I knew what I was. I was a lawyer. I’d gone to law school to get my degree, and I wanted to practice law, and I thought maybe, if I could show him what I wanted, maybe I could get him to turn me back.
I had no idea where to start though except I thought maybe Mr. Manning might know. I mean, the guy’d been pushing my buttons almost from the moment I arrived. It was almost as if he knew what I was.
“Karen,” I asked finally, “do you mind watching the front desk for a bit?”
“No, sure. What’s up?”
“I just wanted to go have a talk with Mr. Manning,” I said.
“Uh oh,” she said with a knowing grin. “Getting started early now, are we?”
“What?! No. It’s not like that.” I wasn’t sure what Karen thought I was talking about, but whatever it was, it wasn’t like that.
“Don’t worry,” Karen said. “You go on ahead. I’ll keep an eye on things out here for you.”
I wanted to tell her no. I wanted to tell her she had it all wrong but somehow, I couldn’t.
“Go on,” she said. “Run along.”
And that was all it took. After that, the second law did the rest. I had to do what she said, so I did exactly what she said. I ran along.
I was already getting nervous when I got to Mr. Manning’s office. I knocked on his door and I heard him call out to me from inside. I opened the door.
“Ah, Becky,” he called out when he saw who it was. “Come in. I was expecting you.”
“You were?”
“Yes, of course. I imagine you want to tell me about your first day on the job.”
It wasn’t an order, at least it wasn’t exactly an order so the second law didn’t come into play and that meant I didn’t have to agree with what he said. “That wasn’t exactly why I came here.”
“Why don’t you tell me why you did come here then?”
“I wanted to see if you were responsible for turning me into a robot.”
The man just smirked at me as I realized what it was I’d just said. I hadn’t meant to tell him that.
“So you think you’re a robot, do you?”
I nodded.
“Well, this is most, ah, interesting. We’ve never had a secretary who was a robot before.”
He was teasing me.
“I suppose we should, um, we should put you to the test, shouldn’t we?”
I said nothing.
“So you’re a robot, huh? That means you have to follow orders, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.”
I could tell he was deciding what to do with me. “You ever sucked a cock before, Becky?”
I shook my head.
“Well then, I think we’re going to have to teach you a lesson, aren’t we?”
I didn’t agree with him because he’d offered me a choice, but then I didn’t disagree either.
“Come over here,” he told me.
I, of course, did what he told me to do.
“Kneel.”
I knelt.
“Take my cock out,” he ordered.
I reached up and I unzipped his pants. I reached in. I could already feel his cock. I knew he was hard for me and then I was pulling his cock out into the light.
“You like that, don’t you?”
It wasn’t an order. Not exactly, but it was close enough that I just couldn’t say no.
“I said you like that, don’t you?”
His voice was a little more petulant now and I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to say yes and I could feel the first law tickling at my core. I didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
“I want you to tell me you like it.”
It still wasn’t an order so the second law was still not in play, but I could tell my not saying anything was hurting him and suddenly, the first law kicked in. “I like it,” I told him.
I saw him grin. “I knew it,” he said triumphantly. “Why don’t you stroke it for me.”
It still wasn’t an order but I stroked his cock anyway.
“Mmm yeah,” I heard him moan.
I felt better now. My need to serve was still there, of course, but if he felt better, (and I was sure he did,) if he felt better, then at least the first law wasn’t there kicking me in the teeth.
“I’ve never had a robot before,” he told me.
I didn’t say anything. I just kept stroking his cock.
“I’ve never had a robot before,” he said again, “but I guess there’s a first time for everything. Why don’t you go ahead and suck my cock.”
There was no doubt what that was. It was a second law directive and it took absolutely no thought at all to slide my mouth down on the man’s cock.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck.”
There was no doubt about it. He definitely liked what my mouth was doing to his cock.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned again. “Oh fuck.”
He was going to cum. I knew it. He was going to cum and I couldn’t help but wonder what I was going to do when he did.
He hadn’t exactly told me I was supposed to let him cum in my mouth and I didn’t really want to but I could tell he liked what I was doing and I thought he would like it if I did, so there I was, right on the verge. Neither the first or second laws had kicked in yet, but it wouldn’t take much more to make it happen.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned yet again.
I knew what he wanted. He wanted me to take it in my mouth. He’d feel hurt if I didn’t do it but he’d get over it, I told myself. I wasn’t going to let him cum in my mouth.
Only thing was, there was a part of me that wanted it and I don’t mean that I really wanted him to cum in my mouth. What I meant was there was a part of me that really, really needed to serve.
And I would have done it, too. I know I would have, but just when I knew it was about to happen, he pushed me back. “That’s enough of that,” he said.
And just like that, I stopped, and I waited.
“You sure do suck a good cock, don’t you, Becky.”
It wasn’t a question. It was a statement, and that meant I had to agree with him. Hell, I couldn’t even object to being called Becky. “I like it,” I told him. “I like sucking cock.”
“I can tell,” the man said. “Stand up.”
I stood.
“Face my desk.”
Again, I did as I was told.
“Lean forward. Put your hands on my desk.”
Again, I did as I was told. How could I have done anything else.
I knew he was standing somewhere behind me but I knew instinctively that he didn’t want me to see what he was doing so I didn’t turn to look.
I could feel his hand on my ass. I could feel him stroking my butt. “Do you know why we had to let your predecessor go?”
I shook my head.
“She was hot, just like you.”
For some reason, that excited me. I suppose in retrospect, I should have known why. It was the third law again. I was supposed to keep myself ready for sex so having some guy tell me I was hot, of course that was going to turn me on. It was like putting your foot on the gas. I could definitely feel my motor rev.
“But you might say she was too hot.”
Too hot? I couldn’t help thinking it. How could there be something that was too hot?
“Guys around here were watching her. It wasn’t like we weren’t getting our jobs done, but we weren’t as productive as we could have been.”
I wasn’t sure why he was telling me all this but I liked the way his hand felt as he continued to stroke me.
“So it was decided she needed to be replaced. Some people suggested we should hire another woman just like her. Some thought maybe a less attractive woman. Some even suggested a man.
“I was kind of ticked off, you know. They were going to hire a secretary for the office and she was going to report to me but I wasn’t supposed to be part of the recruiting process. Did you know I almost quit over that?”
I shook my head.
“But they said they had something new they wanted to try and so suddenly, today comes, and here you are. They told me I could do whatever I wanted with you. Did you know that?”
I shook my head.
“And from what I’ve seen, it looks like they were right.”
I said nothing because really, there was nothing there for me to say.
And that’s when I felt it, the feel of the man sliding his hand up under my skirt.
“Do you mind this,” he asked.
Did I mind it? Was he crazy? My mind was practically doing back flips inside my head. I was giving him what he wanted. That satisfied the second law, and I was keeping myself ready for sex. Oh geez, I was so ready. That satisfied the third law. The only thing that would have stopped me if I thought he was going to get in trouble for it. A first law violation would have trumped the others, but seeing as how it was pretty damned clear that he wasn’t going to get in trouble for this, yeah, I wanted him to do this, and I told him so in no uncertain terms.
I could feel him taking up my skirt and then he was taking my panties down.
“I think you should wear shorter skirts,” he said and as soon as he said it, I knew I was going to go do some shopping after work.
“That and some sexy lingerie. Give the guys around here a surprise when ever they get inside your skirt.
Of course, I thought. Sexy lingerie.
“But now, first things first.”
And that’s when he did it. That’s when he stuck me with his cock.
I couldn’t help it. I mean, I knew he was going to fuck me. Okay, maybe I didn’t know it exactly, but I had a pretty good idea, but knowing and actually having it done are two entirely different things. I knew I’d wanted it before but when it was actually being done, whowhee, that was good.
“Oh man, your pussy is really wet.”
“I like to be ready,” I said.
“Ready for what?”
I couldn’t help but moan before I answered. It just felt that good. “I have to be ready to fuck.”
“Are you kidding me?”
I shook my head. “No, sir,” I said. “I wouldn’t do that.”
“You wouldn’t, huh?”
I shook my head. “I wouldn’t,” I said again. I didn’t know if he believed me, but I knew I was telling the truth.
“I guess I’ll have to take your word for it then. Do you know how great your pussy feels?”
I shook my head.
“Well, it’s great,” he told me. “I may not have had all that much experience, but I know yours is something special.”
“Thank you.”
“No, thank you. Do you know what, Becky?”
“What?”
“I’m going to cum.”
This might sound weird but I hadn’t thought about that. I mean, sure, if I knew I was going to have sex, I should have thought about it, but the truth was I hadn’t.
“Are you okay with that?”
What the hell was I supposed to say? Whatever it was, the three laws weren’t telling me what to do.
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned. “Oh fuck. I’m going to cum.”
I wasn’t on the pill or anything. What if he got me pregnant but I thought I could tell what he wanted. He wanted to cum inside me.
And in the end, that was what did it. The more I knew what he wanted, the more I knew I had to give him what he wanted, because I knew I had to be of service. It really was as simple as that.
“I’m going to cum,” the man said again.
“I want you to,” I told him. “I want you to cum inside me.”
“Are you sure?”
Oh yeah. I was so sure. I knew what he wanted and I knew what I wanted. I wanted to be of service. “Cum inside me,” I begged. “I want you to do it. Cum inside me.”
He was stroking me harder and faster and I knew what was coming.
“Do it,” I told him. “Do it. Cum inside me.”
The man groaned and then he grunted and that’s when I felt it, the feel of his cock as it suddenly swelled inside me and then I felt his cock surge between my legs and I couldn’t help but think that it felt so good to have him cum like that.
The man grunted again and again and I could feel his cock continue to surge until finally, his cock had nothing to give.
Mr. Manning pulled back and suddenly, it was as if he just realized what it was he had done. “I, um, I think you’d better get back to work, don’t you? Um, Becky, I don’t have to tell you, I mean, what we did, we can keep this between us, right?”
I’d already figured out that Mr. Manning wasn’t the one (or ones) who was responsible for turning me into a robot but even if I hadn’t, his reaction pretty much sealed the deal. He was worried what would happen if anyone found out what we’d done, but if he really realized what I was, he would have known that the first law would have protected him. I could never do anything that would bring harm to him. “You can count on me,” I told him. “I won’t tell a soul.”
“That’s great, Becky. I guess you better get yourself cleaned up and get back to work.”
“Right away, Mr. Manning.”
“And remember. Don’t tell anyone.”
“I won’t. I promise.”