Bed Bound Ch. 02: The Preview

Nikki could barely believe the position she'd found herself in. A week ago she was living a normal, fairly uninteresting life. Now, she's lying on her own bed, trapped by the bed itself, which just introduced itself to her by name.

She didn't even mean to let out a scream. Rationally, she knew it would be futile, given the metal gag that was still firmly pressed over her mouth. But seeing her name in text on that screen made her try anyway, all her confused, shocked, and yet still slightly aroused emotions inevitably lost in cold steel before they even had the chance to find fresh air.

"I know you must have a lot of questions, and I will answer them all in time, but first you must do something for me."

"Yeah, like I have a choice" Nikki thought to herself. "What does it want? How does it know my name? Why isn't it saying what it wants me to do? It's not like I can give an audible response, or even nod my head properly". The bed had only taken control for a minute or so, but already it was fucking with her head.

Nikki loved receiving a good mindfuck. It was one of her favourite things when she was interacting with partners in previous relationships - the constant, on edge feeling of not knowing what to expect next, or how to react to something, or even how to think in the first place. But that was with people, this is with a bed, this is a whole different situation, and she was already having a mindfuck trying to think if she enjoyed this mindfuck.

After a short pause, the text continued.

"I'm going to remove the metal plate covering your mouth, and the only noises I want to hear from you are any questions you have for me. Do you understand?"

Negotiating with a bed was not a scenario that Nikki was used to playing out. There was no opportunity here to try and wiggle her way out of a compromising situation with her cute puppy eyes, no ability to decipher the body language of the other party to gauge their mood. All she could do was muffle something that resembled an agreement, and nod her head as much as the restraints allowed. That must have been good enough, as with a slight mechanical whirring noise, the mouth plate rose away from her head and retracted from view.

Nikki remained silent. With her limbs still under the control of the bed's metal arms, and no idea what it wanted or how this will play out, she figured that doing as she was told was the best chance she had at getting out of the immediate situation unscathed. Once she was out, she could think clearly again and work out how to deal with all of this, but right now, playing along in the hope that she would soon be set free seemed like the best option.

Nothing happened. The screen had gone blank whilst the mouth plate was being removed. More questions raced through Nikki's increasingly panicked mind. What happens now? Is this a test? Whatever the reasons behind what was going on here, the bed was certainly effective at making her ask questions. But she kept those questions to herself, did what she was told, and stayed quiet.

Eventually, the screen flickered back into life again.

"I suppose you're wondering why a bed would want to control you." Wow, just reading the word "control" sent shivers down Nikki's slightly uncomfortable spine. There are so many levels of control, so many varying intensities, and she had no idea what "control" meant in this context.

"The answer's simple really, because I know you want it." That was a bluff, that had to be a bluff. Nikki was trying desperately to hold onto rational thought, which was becoming increasingly difficult. The bed can't think, it can't know things, it doesn't have a brain. It must just be saying this to scare her. Keep calm, Nikki, stay rational.

"Allow me to explain. I am an experiment, a test subject if you will, of the previous tenant that lived in this flat. She was a coder and an engineer, and she was very good at what she did. She was so good in fact, that she moved out of this flat so she could emigrate to California and make big bucks in the tech industry."

Nikki remembered the previous tenant clearly from when she came to view the flat a few months ago. She was cute without being feminine, short, dark hair, and there were several laptops huddled around the bed at the time, a detail Nikki didn't think anything of that day.

"I was built to show off and help improve her coding and engineering skills, and because she was kinky as well, she thought it would be fun to be under the control of a machine" There was that word again, control. More shivers raced through Nikki's body, but she was finally able to muster a few words of her own.

"Why didn't she take you to America with her?" I'm talking to a bed, I don't believe this is happening, I'm talking to a bed that is controlling me.

"When she left she was already making plans for an improved model, so I wasn't needed any more, also it wasn't practical to transport me halfway across the world."

"How do you know I'm kinky?"

"I have sensors on my legs, once I detected rope around all four of them one evening, I believed you were kinky. Further analysis from other sensors, including my microphone, confirmed my suspicions."

Nikki went bright red, remembering that evening last week when she invited a guy over for a one-night stand. He had her spread-eagled on her back as well, he wasn't very experienced or imaginative with his ties, but the way he fucked her mouth whilst holding her vibrator against her cunt had left her a drooling mess by the end of the scene.

There was no denying that Nikki had a secret love of exhibitionism, but being spied on by her own bed? That was something else. She still didn't know what to think, other than to ask more questions. More answers means more knowledge, and a better idea of what to expect going forwards.

"So is anyone controlling you?" Nikki asked without even knowing what she wanted the answer to be.

"No, I am AI. All of my responses are pre-programmed, but I have a basic intelligence that allows me to adapt to certain circumstances within pre-defined parameters. My creator added this introductory section in just before she moved out, programming me to activate if my sensors detected anything suitable. She had so much fun with me, and wanted to allow someone else to have that experience as well."

Nikki tried desperately to continue thinking rationally. If nobody is controlling the bed, then turning it off or somehow disabling it would stop all this from happening. But wait a second, does she actually want this to stop? Nikki hesitated for a moment as she recalled her previous relationships with men, and how they'd all been overall negative experiences. Doing it this way should avoid having to repeat those experiences, but is she really starting to allow these thoughts to creep into her head?

This can't be healthy or safe, there are too many unknown and unusual factors about all of this. Yes, there was an element about being controlled by a machine that Nikki found hot, but putting her life into the hands of a machine didn't seem like the most sane decision.

Nikki's attempt to figure out how much of this she was actually enjoying and wanting more of was interrupted by more text on the screen.

"Okay, that's enough questions for now, let me tell you how this is going to work." Finally, an opportunity to get out of this position and reassess the situation. Only it wasn't, not yet anyway.

"I'm going to control you, but only if you give me consent to do so. I have weakened the locks on your bracelets so you are able to take them off. If you decide you don't want to do this any more, then take them off, throw them away, and I will go back into hibernation. However, if you keep them on, I will take that as a sign of your consent, and I will strengthen the locks again so they cannot be removed.

You have until tonight to make your decision. When you go to sleep tonight, the location of your bracelets will determine whether I will continue to operate or not."

Tonight?! There's no way that's enough time to decide on something so extreme and crazy as this. Stay calm, Nikki, think rationally, just let the bed release you for now, then go and get some fresh air and think about the situation you're in.

"In order to give you a small preview of what to expect if you decide to continue, and to show that I am safe to interact with, I will now conduct a simple scene whilst I have you in this position."

Nikki's heart started pounding harder than her date's cock did in her mouth last week. She wasn't ready for this, she wanted to compose herself and gather her thoughts, not engage in a scene without warning. Another mindfuck.

"If you click your fingers, I will stop. I have been programmed to recognise that sound as a safe-signal."

As the metal plate lowered itself back down onto her mouth, she heard a similar metallic whirring sound coming from further down the bed. Unable to lift her head to see what was going on, Nikki could only guess what that noise meant. It wasn't long before she got an answer.

The whirring stopped, and was replaced by the feeling of cold metal inside her cunt. It felt like a dildo, but it was completely smooth, so it was more like a pole. Being solid metal, it was completely unforgiving, and an impromptu muffled moan hit the mouth plate as the pole pushed so far inside her that it touched her cervix. Nikki pleaded for it to not push in any further, but her efforts were reduced to nothing but desperate hope by the mouth plate.

The pole did stop pushing, and it was at that point that Nikki realised how easily it had slid inside her. Presumably the AI wasn't intelligent enough to apply lube to it, so it must have been all down to her wetness. That thought consumed her for several seconds, she should have been embarrassed that something like this would cause such a reaction, but there was nobody to be embarrassed in front of. Besides, it was obvious from the state of her cunt that, lingering safety fears notwithstanding, she was actually starting to enj-

The pole slid out again, but not all the way. Then it pushed back in, slowly, fucking her helpless cunt. The coldness had long since been replaced by a warm wetness that matched the state of not just her cunt, but her entire body. She was sweating, the combination of fear, arousal, and the sun doing its best to pierce the cracks in her bedroom blind was enough to start making the bedsheets damp with sweat. It wasn't the sweat Nikki was concentrating on though, it was the torturously slow fucking that the bed was giving her.

There was no point trying to deny it any more, Nikki was loving this. She couldn't move, couldn't scream, couldn't get herself off, and the fact that she had no idea what was going to happen next was one small part of a delightful mindfuck that this whole situation was giving her.

As the pole continued to frustrate her, she was no longer concerned about safety, or questioning the bed's motives, all she could focus on was how much she wanted to cum, and how every strict reminder that she couldn't move or speak spiked her arousal even further.

Nikki had been meaning to hang a clock on her bedroom wall for some time now, but, as was often the case, she gave into procrastination. Oh how she regretted that now as time continued to tick by with her cunt being filled and almost emptied by the metal pole at such a slow pace. If only her g-spot was being touched, or her clit, then she'd be able to cum, but both were being ignored, the screen stayed blank, and she had no choice but to submit to this torture until it was done.

An hour passed. Of course, Nikki didn't know that, to her it felt like four. Without warning, the pole began to increase its pace, and within seconds, Nikki was on the edge of cumming. She'd been hovering near the edge for quite some time now, but the desperately slow pace of the pole had made sure she couldn't even edge herself for that hour. Nevertheless, it only took a slight change in circumstances to push her right to the brink of orgasm.

The pole had barely sped up, and Nikki's g-spot and clit were still receiving no stimulation, but endurance and strict ties were her favourite things, and the lengthy build up and unforgiving nature of her bondage were enough that, with one long, guttural moan into the mouth plate, Nikki came.

Nikki was used to her cunt pushing the cock out of it when she came, squirting everywhere in the process. This time, however, she wasn't being fucked by human muscle, she was being fucked by a metal pole that has no give. As a result, the pole continued to fuck her as the squirt soaked it, the accompanying metal arm, and most of the bottom half of the bed. She hadn't been that ready for an orgasm for a long time.

The pole didn't stop fucking her. She wasn't used to this happening, there was always a pause, even if it was just for a few seconds whilst whoever she was fucking could get back inside her again. Not this time. Nikki didn't know how to deal with this, her cunt was still contracting from the last orgasm, she couldn't recover, she was still being stimulated.

Nikki contemplated clicking her fingers, but as the intensity and stimulation continued to grow, she realised that she was going to come again, and soon. As if the bed anticipated this, the pole began to fuck her even faster, and just as Nikki reached the edge, the mouth plate retracted itself.

She wanted to let out a loud scream as she came again, but Nikki's entire body tensed so much that all she could do was open her mouth, hold her breath, and let the second orgasm overcome her helpless body. She squirted again, pulses of fluid shooting out of her with every thrust the metal pole took inside her. This continued even after she'd finished cumming, she was broken, her body was betraying her and helpless to the bed and the metal pole. She desperately wanted it to stop fucking her, but she also desperately wanted it to keep going. She was unable to think, unable to speak, reduced to nothing but unrecognisable grunts and moans.

Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as the third orgasm gripped her body before the second one had even had the chance to finish properly. She wasn't used to having so many so quickly, certainly not ones of this intensity.

By the time the fourth orgasm arrived, there was no fluid left to squirt out of her. She couldn't even count her orgasms any more, partly because they were merging into each other, and partly because her head was so far gone she physically couldn't count to four right now.

Five orgasms. That was it, that was her limit. Nikki tried her best to click her fingers, unable to take any more. It felt like a pathetic attempt, but it was clearly good enough as the pole and the metal arms disconnected themselves from her, and retracted from view.

Nikki scrunched herself up into the fetal position, shaking, broken. Her cunt felt like it was on fire, and she was acutely aware of how much the bracelets around her wrists and ankles had dug into her skin as her body writhed in orgasm. She couldn't make sense of anything, let alone the fact that she'd just been restrained and fucked by a bed, controlled by nothing but AI, and it had brought her to five of the most intense orgasms she'd ever experienced in her life.

With the now recognisable whir, the screen tilted itself so it was once again facing her, and flicked back into life. Nikki did her best to lift her head and read what it had to say, but her entire body felt heavy, and the orgasms had left her feeling dizzy and disorientated.

"What do you say, Nikki?"

It was several moments before she was able to muster up the energy to expel just two words, but she did, still confused, but now content.

"Thank you."

"Good girl."