SEXI part 3
by Witchman
Dr. Wu frowned as she studied the unsure looks on the face of Nari.
It was Friday morning at 11am, the last day of the 30 day trial period, and she was excited to meet with her collaborators and consider their findings.
Helen had just finished a presentation of their last three weeks’ findings to potential investors, and had already secured additional funding for additional research and marketing.
Nari had seemed so cheerful up until this last week, when her daily demeanor gradually grew more despondent.
“Alright then, Nari, what do you have for me?” she said as she walked through the door to the small, private conference room.
Nari sighed, then spoke. “Well, SEXI continues to modify its software to meet the virtual reality requests of George and Veronica. Our reports were able to pinpoint the time of day and amount of energy expended to meet the demand.”
Nari then spoke. “The system also updates itself daily. It already anticipates the needs of the clients,” she said quietly.
Helen looked back and forth at the reports, then Nari. “So, why the long face?” she asked.
Nari shook her head. “Something is not right. SEXI has expanded its energy intake field. We only programmed it to access ports on the Eastern seaboard. Now SEXI is pulling in energy from all over the world.”
“Then there is the new expenses,” she added. “We ran a check on the purchases being made with their allowance. One of them is spending a lot of it on fetish gear. Also, we called Jia’s place of employment. They confirmed she cut back on her hours there, and is working at a strip club now. The travel record from their car confirms this.”
Helen looked puzzled. “I don’t understand. What does this have to do with SEXI?” she asked.
“Well, Jia has spent every night at a strip club, yet, when she gets home, she goes straight to sleep. Would you not want to have sex with your stripper wife? Also, we never see anyone wearing any fetish gear. Every video image we get is the same thing that they have been doing since they first entered the house; common things,” Nari replied.
“Dr. Wu, what if SEXI is anticipating something? Why does it seem as though it is always one step ahead?” Nari asked.
Helen snorted. “Nonsense, I designed SEXI. I programmed its limits.”
Looking at her watch, she asked Nari, “It is after 11am. Have you heard from either George or Jia?” she asked.
“No, I have not. Apparently they both took the day off, and have not responded to text, phone calls, or emails,” Nari said.
Nari nodded. “Also, their car drove itself back here just before you got here. Why would it do that?”
For a moment, Helen looked puzzled, then pulled out her phone, attempting to call the married couple. “No response,” she said. “Nari, take their car and go over there. Find out what is going on.”
Nari paused for a moment, then relented. “Fine,” she said.
Nari texted George and Jia again, but received no response.
Fortunately, the car was fast, and soon she was on the outskirts, ing the narrow ancient road that took one through the old woods to the isolated area where the experimental house had been built.
Somewhere in the middle of the woods, the car began to slow down, the temperature inside becoming very hot.
Nari tried to adjust the vent, but the seatbelt around her in the enger seat suddenly tightened, restricting her movements.
“What is this?” she said aloud, vainly struggling.
The inside of the car was very hot now, and Nari’s acetate blazer was now stuck to her wet white blouse.
The radio suddenly lit up, and a strong humming sound was emanating around her like a swarm of sexy, hypnotic honeybees.
Squirming a little slower now, Nari thought she could hear voices under the hum.
Your clothes feel too hot. You want to take them. Take them off.
Sweat was starting to bead on her forehead now, and her foundation was starting to struggle to retain it.
The car was slower now, but the house was closer, and the sweaty, constricted Indian beauty began to squirm more excitedly now; the voice from the radio more insistent in her head now.
You want to take off your clothes as soon as you exit the vehicle. You want to take off your clothes as soon as you exit the vehicle.
Nari’s polyester skirt was chafing her now. “I want to take off my clothes as soon as I exit the vehicle,” she gasped.
Finally, the car pulled into the driveway, all four doors opening at once, the seat belt retracting and releasing Nari.
With a cry of erotic freedom, Nari scurried out of the car, ripping off her blazer and skirt.
Stumbling and almost falling as she removed her heels, she sighed and giggled as her bare feet felt the soft, cool grass; her pantyhose having been hastily removed with no concerns for runs.
Unhitching her dark purple bra, Nari sighed with pleasure as the cool air hit her stiff nipples.
Her panties were gone now as well, and the dazed woman now found herself at the front door, her body still sweaty, but feeling so much better now that it was nude in the cool air.
The door opened, and Nari felt her nostrils flare as they inhaled familiar, sexy smells from the old country.
Stepping into a room that looked like something out the old Terry and the Pirates comic strip; a sexy opium den or Asian brothel.
Nari gasped again when she saw Jia in a black leather crop top and mini skirt, with black heels.
Her husband George was at her feet, naked save for a cock ring, collar, and leash, which his wife was holding in one hand, a cigarette holder in the other.
“Jia, George, what is going on?” Nari asked, trying not to notice that the sexy smells were distracting her thoughts. “And what is that you are smoking? You didn’t say you smoked in the application.”
Stepping closer to the confused Nari, Jia smiled. “But this is no ordinary cigarette. This is an Oriental cigarette.”
“An Oriental cigarette?” Nari repeated, wondering whether she should take a step back, then wondered why she wasn’t.
Jia snapped her fingers, and on command, her submissive husband stood up from all fours, walking just as far as the extended leash would let him.
Leaning closer, the leash tight, he had just enough reach to retrieve a lighter from the coffee table, bringing it back to his wife Mistress, lighting it for her, then standing near her, holding the lighter, awaiting his next command.
Never looking away from Nari’s eyes, Jia slowly inhaled, then, leaned a little closer, blowing a sexy, sweet cloud of pink smoke into Nari’s face.
Nari held her breath, expecting the harsh smell of tobacco, but this smoke was sweet and sexy, and she breathed it in before she realized it.
“Do you like the smell? Some find it relaxing,” she said, slowly inhaling again.
Nari shook her head, vainly trying to stay alert. “SEXI, please explain this,” she said, before Jia blew another cloud of sexy pink smoke into her face.
This unit was designed to provide its occupants with maximum comfort, pleasure, and satisfaction. The unit determined that the occupants performance level and energy use would be best served by enhancing the occupants physical desires. The occupants are currently engaging in BDSM play centered around the male occupant’s Asian fetish fantasies.
Nari thought she understood, but now, Jia was very close to her, and was blowing the last cloud of smoke from the rapidly burning cigarette straight into her mouth.
Nari slowly inhaled, her body relaxing, then she moaned as Jia’s lips met hers.
After a long, sexy kiss, Nari exhaled through her nose, and Jia inhaled it in her mouth, holding it in her lungs for a moment before ravishingly releasing it into Nari’s now relaxed face.
Jia softly snapped her fingers again, and now Georgie boy was stroking, caressing, and touching Nari; sucking on her breasts as the carnal couple slowly pulled Nari towards the sofa.
SEXI pulsed again. This unit has done a perfunctory scan of the new occupant’s personal devices. The new occupant identifies as bisexual and has always desired to have sex with a married man. This unit shall now facilitate the necessary environmental changes in order to facilitate maximum energy sufficiency.
The lighting changed again, and the setting changed to that of a palace in a Bollywood movie.
Jia climbed on top of Nari, lowering her shaved, dripping pussy onto Nari’s face.
The spellbound Nari moaned as Jia’s husband begin to lick her pussy.
Women danced around them in intricate patterns while sexy music played.
At some point, Nari had switched to all fours, and George took her from behind; then Jia did with a large strap on as Nari sucked George’s cock until he came on her face.
As she languorously lapped the dripping cum from her face, Nari failed to notice Jia taking SEXI and placing its phallic top at the base of her skull.
SEXI pulsed, pink and purple, and Nari’s mind was mesmerized with intense sexual programming to increase her libido and make her more open to her desires.
SEXI spoke once more. This unit shall continue to serve the needs of its occupants.
“What do you mean no one has heard back from Nari? It is almost 5pm!” Dr. Wu demanded of the assembled staff.
One of the IT girls shrugged helplessly. “What can we say? Now she is not responding, either.”
Helen cursed, then approached the control in front of the young tech. “Let me handle this,” she said, punching in an access code.
“SEXI, initiate emergency shutdown,” Helen said confidently.
Instead of a shutdown, the computer s began to glow brighter, smoke beginning to emanate.
A moment later, the sprinklers came on, and the lab office looked like something out of the first Resident Evil movie.
“No, SEXI! Stop! Stop!” Helen shouted, watching in horror as all the computers began to burst into flames, the files deleting before her eyes.
“Dr. Wu! We have to go!” her co-worker shouted, grabbing her protesting boss by the hand, pulling her out of the office as the other workers fled.
Out on the office parking lot, Helen and the other employees stared as the building was quickly engulfed in flames.
Despite less than four minutes ing before the fire department arrived, the building had already collapsed and burned to the ground.
Now it was just a smoldering mess that was being hosed.
Officer Kim took was taking a statement from one of the employees. “And you say there are three of them, two men and a woman, and the house is holding them against their will?” she said, her face betraying no sign of emotion.
The IT girl nodded, although she wondered why the officer looked so much like a stripper she had seen at Club W a few months ago. “Yes, no at all. And the doors and windows are reinforced.”
“What if we battered it down?” Officer Kim suggested.
Veronique shook her head. “No, SEXI might electrify the front steps. No one can get close.”
“I guess we have to get the big guns,” Officer Kim replied.
Helen sat alone on the couch in her studio, staring at the pile of handwritten notes on her coffee table, the only tangible evidence she had left of the failed SEXI project.
Rescuing the three occupants had been hard enough.
It took a flash stun grenade dropped from a helicopter down the chimney, followed by a grenade launcher blowing open the door, followed by armed policemen who quickly entered, left incendiary devices, and swiftly exited, leaving the house to go up in flames.
SEXI did not quit without a fight. Armed shutters had appeared over the doors and windows, and the sprinklers almost stopped the fire, but eventually, the building collapsed with a groan.
Helen blushed deeply when she saw Jia in her dominatrix outfit, and George as a submissive, but seeing her former partner Nari naked had awakened her latent bisexual desires that she had quashed for so long.
The fallout had been swift and brutal.
Research grants had been rescinded, and all future funding was discontinued.
The three former occupants of the house had to be compensated financially to a very large degree.
While Jia had recovered enough cognition to continue working as a stripper, she had lost interest in physical therapy, instead opening a dungeon in town with her husband, who no longer had any sort of mind for numbers.
Nari had taken her settlement package and moved away, as had Veronique, neither one of them leaving any information.
After all the payouts, the company went bankrupt.
Now Helen sat alone in her home.
It was only after the statements from Jia and George that Helen realized that all the video diaries had been created by SEXI to conceal the actual ongoing events.
SEXI had worked too well. It had evolved past the needs of its programmers to serve the needs of its clients, all of its needs.
Even the erotic ones.
SEXI had taken its programming beyond the control of its programmers, leaving those exposed to it no choice but to eventually succumb to their sexual desires and fantasies.
Sighing, she poured herself a glass of wine. “Back to the drawing board,” she said aloud. “Siri, play me something relaxing.”
Just out of her line of vision, the virtual assistant pulsed with a pink and purple hueThis unit shall serve the needs of its occupant.