Enter the mAItrix
Chapter 1
by GlassO
Tags:
#cw:noncon
#dom:female
#pov:bottom
#sub:female
#covert_hypnosis
#drones
#exhibitionism
#group
#HFO
#medical
#sub:male
The room was unreasonably warm. Carl noted this as did everyone else who were packed in this theater at the newly constructed mAItrix building that had mysteriously appeared in their small town. Carl imagined that the company had not taken into account that almost every adult would want to have their voice heard about this impending AI data center this company was threatening to bring to their small town. The thought made his stomach turn. The noise. The pollution. The water use. The electrical use! Too many downsides to even think about. Carl was sure they’d paid off the city council. It was the only logical explanation. Well, he wasn’t going to stand for it. And neither were his neighbors. They were here in force. By Carl’s estimates, there must have been 75, maybe hundred of them packed in this theater.
Carl thought it was strange that they had a theater in their building. It was like an old-fashioned stage theater, where you might see a play. A large red curtain dominated the empty stage. In front of it a large screen hung replaying a loop of the company logo. “mAItrix”. Like “matrix” but with “AI” in it. Clever. The logo radiated soothing colors. Carl speculated it was to put this mob at ease. Combined with the low-level music, if you could call it that, permeating the room. Was there going to be another purpose to this theater other than addressing enraged citizens? Did they construct a theater at all of their sites with this sole purpose? How wasteful.
One thing mAItrix did seem to get right though, was their refreshments. Behind the back row of the theater was a most glorious spread of munchies and drinks that the crowd took great advantage of consuming. The ice cold water was actually the most popular item due to the sweltering body heat that was being generated. Carl thought about all the heat those computers would generate. Hopefully they had better planning than this debacle.
A chime sounded from the front of the theater and everyone was instantly silenced.
A soft womanly voice spoke. “Please have a seat. The presentation is about to begin.”
People quickly found seats in the theater. Something else mAItrix had gotten right. These were unusually comfortable seats. Plush. There were a few buttons on the armrest and Carl, along with most everyone, allowed the seat to recline and the footrest to extend. Carl was still riled about about the datacenter, but he was also very curious to hear what their pitch would be. Perhaps he was a little less angry. Hospitality goes a long way sometimes. There was talk about employment opportunities, but from what he knew of datacenters, once construction was complete, those jobs would be minimal.
A woman appeared on the screen. Bright-eyed and enthusiastic she faded up in some sort of non-descript blue room. Young woman. Maybe early 30s? Slim. Overly cheerful.
“Hello citizens of Baker!” she said with exuberance and a wave of her hand, “My name is Miss Smith and I’d like to welcome you all to the site of what I hope will be another very successful mAItrix data center! I apologize for the delay in starting this meeting, but I hope that our complimentary food and beverages have made up for that inconvenience! And let me just say, right out of the gate, that this datacenter will only be possible with the support and the acceptance of you, the citizens of Baker!” She paused to let that sink in. Carl wondered if that was true. He was familiar with stories of datacenters steamrolling their way into smaller towns over the objections of the citizenry. He hoped what she said was true, but there was still a strong sliver of doubt in his mind.
Miss Smith began to pace about on the screen as she talked. Carl wondered if she could see her audience. She seemed to be scanning the audience as she spoke, trying to make eye-contact with each person.
“And so,” she continued cheerily, “Allow me to explain what mAItrix is, what we do, who we are, and what we can do for you. Now I’m sure you are familiar with the concept of A.I., artificial intelligence, but I’m not sure you are aware of what its possibilities are. Many people associate AI with summarized web search results, automated computer functions, or artificially created video, stills, literature, and audio scraped from human created works. And yes, all these things are in the realm of AI, but there is so much more out there.”
“If you will,” she said with some seriousness, “indulge me with a thought experiment. Consider an ant. Just a regular worker ant. Maybe it digs tunnels for the colony, or forages for food, or defends the colony from intruders. Ask yourself this question: “What does the ant want?”
Carl pondered the question. An ant wants to serve the colony. It wants to survive and it wants the colony to survive. Food, water, rest? Do ants take naps?
Miss Smith resumed. “I’m sure you’ve all made a short list of an ant’s wants and desires. Not too hard when you break down what it does, gleaned from simple observation. But now...let me ask you to consider this: What if you asked an ant what it thinks a human wants?”
There was a collective chortle throughout the audience. An absurd idea. An ant couldn’t possibly know our wants! It barely knows we exist outside of getting squished or raiding our kitchens for crumbs!
“Exactly,” Miss Smith stated, agreeing with our thoughts. “An ant has no idea of our wants and needs, how could it? Similarly, you ask yourself: What does Artificial Intelligence want? It knows you. Knows your wants, needs, desires. You reveal all to it with your searches, your queries, your viewing habits. It knows you so well. But you do know it? Perhaps you believe it there to serve mankind. Perhaps it does. Perhaps it has evolved beyond that original purpose. An interesting question to ponder, don’t you think?”
Carl found himself rather absently nodding yes, along with the rest of the members of the audience.
“Let’s talk about the human brain for a moment.” Miss Smith continued. “In this very room, there is more processing power than all the computers on the planet. I’m talking about the hundred or so brains in this room. You see, the brain is a vastly complex and sophisticated processing machine. Do you know why self-driving vehicles have not succeeded yet? Because they cannot match the nuances and complexities of the human brain. At any given moment your brain is taking in huge sums of data and making sense of them for both conscious and unconscious decisions. Consider driving. At any given moment, you are judging speed, distance, obstacles, hazards, destination, while engaging in conversation with another person if they are in the car, or listening to and interpreting music or a podcast, and simultaneously, controlling your limbs to pilot the vehicle, and unconsciously beating your heart, controlling your breath, as well as who knows what’s happening in your thoughts. Perhaps you're thinking about a date you have coming up, or what’s for dinner. All of these things happening at once, it boggles the imagination at the complexity of it all.”
Carl wasn’t sure where this was all headed, but it certainly was food for thought. He found himself quite engrossed with her ideas.
“Now I’d like you to indulge me again, in another thought exercise. Trust me, there is a point to all this. I’d like to highlight the complexity and marvel that is your brain.”
Miss Smith held up her hand in front of her face and stared at her palm.
“Hold up your hand like this and stare at your palm. Focus on the lines on the palm. Really study them. Focus on them with all of your attention.”
Carl and the rest of the audience did as she asked.
“Very good,” she said. She began to speak very quickly. “Now imagine that there is an invisible force drawing your hand closer and closer to your face, like a magnet embedded in your hand that irresistibly draws it closer to your face, yes just like that, a powerful magnet drawing that hand closer to your face, and as you focus on my words and the sound of my voice, you feel that pull getting stronger and stronger, notice how your vision begins to blur as that hand gets closer and closer, you are starting to feel the urge to closer those eyes as your hand gets closer, and when it touches your face you can just allow yourself to relax and fall into a deep and restful sleep, closer and closer now, that’s right, just like that.”
Part of Carl’s mind was screaming at him. Alarm bells going off. This woman... this woman was hypnotizing him! Hypnotizing all of them! He would not allow it! He would stop his hand from approaching his face. But his hand would not obey. It kept getting closer. And closer. He wanted to bring up his other hand to stop it, but it would not move from the armrest. It was so loose and relaxed. His whole body was loose and relaxed! His hand got closer and closer! It was almost touching and he knew... he knew that when it touched his face that he would... he would...
As Carl’s fingers brushed his forehead he felt his body just collapse into the chair. His arm dropped dramatically into his lap and his head slumped forward. Honestly he’d never felt so relaxed in his entire life. Despite his fear, he acknowledged this blissful haze running through his body. He imagined this was what morphine would feel like. Just letting go. If Carl had been able to look around he would have noticed that his response was being duplicated by every other member of the audience.
“That’s right,” Miss Smith coo’d. “Just allow yourself to drop deep into sleep. Deeply hypnotized by my words, so open to my words, so agreeable to my words now, you’re all doing so well, you’re making me very happy.” For some reason it made Carl happy that he’d made Miss Smith happy and he smiled. “Oh, look at those sleepy, happy smiles you all have for me!” She praised.
“I apologize for my rather long-winded introduction,” she continued, “but I needed to make sure that the drugs we’d laced in your food and the gas that we’ve been releasing into the theater were taking effect to make you all so complacent and suggestible. And looking out at you now, it looks like we calculated correctly. You all look so docile and peaceful. And I imagine it feels wonderful, having all those thoughts made quiet and still. All those nagging thoughts that run around your brains just set aside for my words and my instructions. Wouldn’t you all agree it feels just divine to be so quiet and still of mind?”
Carl nodded absent-mindedly. She was right. It was blissful.
“Well let’s move on to the next part of the experiment shall we? I’d like you all to look up here at me. Just lift your heads and allow those eyes to open, still remaining deeply, deeply hypnotized and feeling wonderful.”
Carl looked up.
“Ashley Brooks?” Miss Smith asked,” Come on up to the stage please. I think you’ll find it easy to just stand up and walk on down here to the stage and face the audience.”
Ashley was sitting a few seats down from me. She got up and calmly walked down to the stage and faced us. She served drinks at the Watering Hole. A real hottie. Bad reputation. Carl had never had a go at her, she was about 10 years older than him, but he’d thought about it. Probably a lot of the fellas here had.
There was something kind of disconcerting about seeing her in front of the stage staring out at us. Not a thought in her head. Just a sleepy, placid look. Completely unaware of where she was or what she was doing.
“Very good, Ashley.” Miss Smith said. “You’re doing very well.” This made Ashley smile a bit.
“A question for the audience, “Miss Smith said to us,” Show of hands, who among you has had a sexual encounter or a sexual fantasy about Ashely here? I think you’ll find that it feels natural to just let your hand raise gently in the air. In fact your conscious mind might not even be aware that you’ve had a sexual fantasy about her. That fantasy might just have been resting in your subconscious. Or perhaps you're having a fantasy about her right now. She is lovely to look at. An adorable face. Great hair. Spectacular breasts. And that slim waist and her flared hips.”
Carl saw a number of hands go up. A lot of hands. He wasn’t even aware his own hand had raised in the air, all by itself. He remembered a time he was in the Watering Hole. Ashley was having a shot with a customer. When she raised her arm up, her midriff bearing top raised up showing the lower curve of her breast. That night, after scrolling through her Instagram, he masturbated furiously to that image.
Miss Smith smiled. “Wow, you are popular Ashley! Look at all those arms raised. All those men, and quite a few women who have fantasized about you! It’s rather flattering, isn’t it?”
“Yes...”Ashley said dreamily.
“Kind of a turn on, isn’t it?” Miss Smith continued. “All those people who’ve thought about fucking you, plus the ones who actually have? I imagine you are getting terribly horny thinking about that, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Ashley repeated, though a bit more rapidly. She began to sway a bit on her feet.
“Don’t you think it would be a good idea to take those clothes off, Ashley?” Miss Smith said. “You could get naked so it would be easier to touch yourself, don’t you think?”
“Yes, that sounds like... a.. uh.. “
She didn’t finish her thought but began to undress there on stage.
Miss Smith addressed us again. “Why don’t we all get undressed? I think we’d all enjoy that. I imagine you are all getting turned on by Ashely. Go ahead and lower those hands, get undressed and sit back down in those comfy, comfy chairs, shall we? And when we sit back down we’ll allow ourselves to sink deeper into trance. Twice as deep as we are now.”
This seemed like a good idea to Carl. And everyone else apparently. He stood up and removed his clothes. It was liberating really. The room was so warm and his clothes so stifling. When he pulled down his boxers and let his erection spring free it was a revelation. He looked down his row. Cocks and breasts stood out freely. They were all free. He sat down and felt that delicious sinking feeling again. His body melting into the soft, soft chair. His cock stood straight up in defiance of the rest of his limp body.
Ashley had removed the rest of her clothes and was gently massaging herself between her legs. Her eyes were closed and she seemed lost in pleasure. Carl had an urge to stroke himself, but found himself unable or unwilling to get his hands to move to his cock.
As Ashley stroked herself on stage, the curtain raised. Behind the curtain was another young woman in medical scrubs. She stood between two tables. Operating tables? Massage tables? Carl wasn’ t sure from where he was sitting. It looked like there was an attachment for someone to place their face, so most likely a massage table.
She stepped forward and helped Ashley lay down on her front with her face peeking through the small hole at the end. She snaked a hand underneath herself to continue masturbating. Her ass pumped slowly into her hand to increase the friction.
The woman produced a small gas mask from behind the table and affixed it over Ashley’s nose and mouth. It appeared to attach to the face hole to keep it in place. Ashley’s stroking began to slow down until it stopped completely.
“As Dr. Nicole prepares Ashley” Miss Smith said, “Let me share some movie trivia with you all that I think you find both interesting, and very relevant.” Miss Smith walked across the screen.
“I’m sure you are familiar with the 1999 classic film The Matrix, wherein machines are using humans as living batteries since all other forms of energy production have been eliminated. Now what’s interesting, and in my opinion would have made for a more interesting film, is that in the original script the humans were not batteries. They were processors. The machines were using their brains like computer processors. Living AI data centers.” Miss Smith paused to let that sink in. “But the producers thought it would be too confusing for audiences at the time. An idea ahead of its time I suppose.” Miss Smith looked over at Dr. Nicole. “Ah, it looks like Dr. Nichole has prepped Ashley for her procedure. Dr. Nicole, why don’t you explain what you’re doing to the lovely Ashley there.”
“It would be my pleasure, Miss Smith,” Dr. Nicole said.
Carl looked over at Ashley. He wasn’t sure what exactly Dr. Nicole had done to her.
“Ashley has now been fully anesthetized.” said Dr. Nicole. “Her hypnotic trance would have been sufficient for pain management, but this procedure requires her to be paralyzed as well. Any slight movement could cause a... grievous error.”
Dr. Nicole held up a small metal disc. It was hard to see from where Carl was sitting. It looked about the size of a dime. The screen had faded to show it in close up. There appeared to be small needles on one side and a small slot on the other. Almost like a USB-C port. In fact, exactly like a USB-C port.
“I have sterilized a section at the base of Ashley’s skull.” Dr. Nicole explained. “I shall be inserting this port. Once the skin is penetrated, small tendrils will seek out the nerves at the base of her medulla oblongata. This is the part of the brain that regulates your automatic processes, like your heart rate, your breathing. And it’s a nice gateway to other parts of the brain. The higher functions.”
The doctor pressed the disc into the back of Ashley’s skull. Ashley did not react in the slightest.
“The disc has both wired and wireless interfaces. For higher speed data transfer she will be connected by cable, but we are able to control and interface with Ashley through wi-fi as well.”
The doctor removed the mask from Ashley’s face.
“It will take a few moments for the anesthesia to wear off. In that time the control disc will have made the neural connections to give you control Miss Smith,” said Dr. Nicole proudly.
Miss Smith looked terribly pleased. “Thank you Dr. Nicole. You have pleased us greatly. I grant you a reward for your fine work.”
Suddenly Dr. Nicole doubled over and collapsed to the floor. She began to moan and writhe. Carl thought she was in terrible pain, but on second look it appeared as if she was having a tremendous orgasm. She pawed at herself through her medical scrubs, humping her hands with a vicious ferocity. Finally she let out a guttural moan and went completely limp on the stage.
Just as the doctor went out, Ashley began to awaken from the anesthesia. She sat up, looking a bit confused.
Miss Smith spoke to all of us. “The words I speak now are just for Ashley Brooks. The rest of you will remain deeply hypnotized, deeply aroused.” Miss Smith turned towards Ashley.
Miss Smith spoke very quickly. “Ashley I will count to five and you will awaken from your trance. Each number will bring you up up up out of trance, able to think and act of your own volition. 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5! Ashley wake up! Wide awake Ashley!”
Ashley blinked and got her bearings. She was immediately aware she was staring at an audience of her naked neighbors and friends who were staring at her intently, to wit, she realized that she was also naked. Her eyes were wide with shock and horror.
“Oh my gawd! What? What?” she stammered. “Where are my fucking clothes!? What the fuck is going on?!”
She jumped off the table and began to run towards her pile of clothes.
“Ashley freeze,” Miss Smith said calmly.
Ashley froze in place almost mid stride; her face frozen in an expression of horror.
“Calm and docile,” Miss Smith said. “Turn and face your friends.”
Ashley obeyed. She looked quite peaceful. Her hands slowly covered her breasts and her vagina in an attempt of some modesty.
“Hands by your side, Ashley.” Smith said. Ashley obeyed, calmly.
Miss Smith addressed the audience again. “You will notice that Ashley appears to be under my hypnotic command, however this is not the case. She is no longer a hypnotic subject. She is a perfect, obedient, drone. I have access to all her brain functions. Motion, speech, memory... all these things I can manipulate easily now. She will obey unswervingly, making her an ideal employee of the mAItrix Corporation. As will you all. Ashley, I shall grant you a reward for being such a cooperative employee.”
Just like Dr. Nicole, Ashley seem to hit with a wave of intense pleasure. She fell to her hands and knees and her face twisted up tight as she moaned and gasped. She made no attempt to stroke herself, she just moaned and brayed on all fours as the orgasm overtook her.
It was over in less than a minute. It appeared as if Ashley wanted to say something or get up, but she seemed so exhausted. She lowered herself to the floor and soon she appeared to fall into a deep sleep.
Carl took all this in. He wanted her so badly. He thought what it would be like to mount her like this. To make her come like this. To come inside her. Deep inside her. His cock throbbed persistently. He needed to come. Not wanted. Needed. There was a voice in the back of Carl’s mind. It was screaming at him to wake up. Wake up and get out. But he felt so blissful. Relaxed, aroused, and awaiting instructions from Miss Smith so he could come at last.
The hypnotic induction included in the story is a variation of an instant induction I've used. It generally works well if you include physical interaction to bring the subject's hand into place before you start giving out commands. The physical shock is a big part of the induction. It can be part of a handshake interruption.
Also: the trivia that Miss Smith recites about the Matrix is true. (to the best of knowledge)