Forced Recreation [65F, Ageless Agender][CNC][Sci-Fi][Non-Human][Virtual Reality][Fingering][Restraint]

Rae woke up to a friendly chime, and the inky black room suddenly filled with bright light. She blinked away the momentary confusion and disorientation, then focused on the figure standing in front of her. She rubbed at her face and gathered her thoughts. “What's up Moe? Everything alright?”

“All systems are nominal Rae. Thank you for asking. It is time for my weekly inspection,” Moe placidly replied, their usual generic smile beaming back at her. Moe’s demeanor was always eerily generic in every way, like the wonks at Evergreen Maersk who designed them put too much training data into the model and ended up with an overdefined and entirely inoffensive version of a human that didn’t quite climb out of the uncanny valley. Or maybe it was just the perfectly coiffed hair, flawless skin, and clockwork breathing. When Rae had first started making the Alpha Centauri run Moe had downright given her the creeps, but over the last three decades she had gotten used to their presence and strange mannerisms. In some ways, Moe was even her closest friend and confidante, always being willing to listen, comfort, and advise her on the long, lonely supply runs.

Rae sighed and muttered, “I guess it's time to earn my paycheck.” She gave herself a big stretch, more out of habit than any physical need to move, then said, “Moe, open Thalassia SMOTAN Weekly Workflow Rae-1 on primary, then the alert log on secondary. Play Rae-Morning on audio.”

“Of course, Rae,” Moe replied. Then Moe and the room they were standing in dissolved into a white void. The competing drums of her favorite afro-synth metal band, Stingrays of Atlantis, filled the air around her as the Spaceflight Maintenance, Operations, and Telematics Assistance Network user interface for MV Thalassia appeared in her field of view.

Rae studied the window, making mental notes of sensor readings and system alerts. “Moe, you said there wasn’t anything for me to worry about. It looks like we took a micrometeor hit to the starboard stern. Don’t you think that’s significant enough to mention?”

Moe’s voice rang over the music. “Damage was confined to the ablative plate, which I estimate to have retained 80% of its dissipative capacity. Based on our current location, the chance of another strike strong enough to penetrate the damaged plate over the next week of system time is 0.0003%. I determined that the threshold for urgent report protocols has not been met and continued passive monitoring.”

“I don't give a shit what your protocols say! If we get hit, we could be venting atmosphere through a pinhole for a week and I wouldn't know anything until I was locked down on the bridge and running on emergency atmopacks. Jesus fucking Christ, Moe, you may not need air to live here, but I still do!” Rae shook her head and took a deep breath. “You know, for all its bells and whistles, SMOTAN can be real dumb sometimes. Remind me to check for system updates first thing when we hit the heliopause.”

“I will update the notification settings in your custom profile,” Moe replied without a hint of reaction at the frustration in Rae's voice. “Would you like me to prioritize inspection and repair of the hull system in your workflow?”

Rae let out a deep sigh, then swiped away her workspace. “Yeah, that should be the first thing I do. Show me camera EH-1 so I can start my visual scan. Oh, and overlay live interior atmo pressure readings. If we're venting, I want to know sooner than later.” The white void was replaced by the exterior of the Thalassia, and Rae was standing on the ablative nose cone. With another deep breath, she got to work. 

Moe’s voice broke into Rae's concentration. “Rae, you have been awake and working for nine hours and thirty-six minutes. Your stress biomarkers are becoming concerning. I estimate that you can end work and make safe in ninety seconds. I will be locking out your workflow in two minutes. I insist you begin your recreation time.”

Rae swore under her breath. The weekly inspection usually took a single six-hour shift, but she was less than halfway through this time. Walking the hull and replacing the plate had taken up most of her day, and now she'd have to wake up tomorrow to finish. Every day she was active was another day spent aware of the years-long flight through the empty void. But sometimes shit happened, which is the whole reason she needed to be on the ship in the first place, and there was nothing to do about it now. She secured the electrical panel she had been working on, stowed the tools, and piloted the drone back to its charging station. “Alright Moe, you win, I'm taking a break. Go ahead and take me home.”

The service corridor melted away, and Rae found herself once again in the room she had woken up in. It could have been anything she wanted. Rae knew of some stewards who like to live on tropical beaches or lush rainforests, but she liked to keep a bit more grounded and chose a recreation of the bridge of the Thalassia. It was easier to focus on the job at hand when she wasn't constantly taunted by a paradise she would never see. 

She walked over to the central feature of the bridge, an active stasis pod that held the sixty-five-year’old version of herself that kept her tethered to the real world. She looked so regal and serene floating there in her sleep. Compared to the shapeless coveralls her avatar wore for work, her naked body in reality was graceful and shapely. Moe kept her fed, cleaned, and exercised through an array of tubes and wires that criss-crossed and wrapped around her body. In fact, if it weren't for the graying hair and a few skin wrinkles, she looked like she hadn't aged a day since she first went under to crew the Thalassia. 

Rae sighed and went to sit down at the galley table in one corner of the room. She had a couple of hours until Moe put her back to sleep, and she figured she could get a head start on the required post-inspection paperwork that would need to get filed when she finished up tomorrow. It was going to take extra long due to the plate replacement she had done, and she dreaded the idea of potentially being awake for a third day in a row. Moe had her workspace locked down, but she knew the forms by heart at this point, so she conjured a pen and paper to start jotting down notes that she could copy over later.

Moe materialized next to the table. “Rae, you are not utilizing your recreational time effectively to manage your emotional health,” they said in a warning tone. “Could I suggest an interactive video, or perhaps an outlet for creative expression?”

Rae didn't look up. “I'm not in the mood, Moe. I just want to get this work done so I can go back under for a few days before you wake me back up. Thanks for checking on me, but really, I'm fine.”

Moe pressed back, “I'm afraid I must insist. Your cortisol continues to rise above safe levels. As my passenger, you are in my care, and for the safety of yourself and the ship, I'm ordering you to do something to relax.”

A cold shiver went down Rae's spine, but she kept her composure and turned towards them. “Excuse me, but you have it backwards,” Rae retorted. “You are my assistant. I take my orders from Evergreen Maersk, not an AI assistant, and Evergreen Maersk wants this incident report filed and transmitted to corporate headquarters.” She turned back forward in her chair and picked up the pen again. 

As the pen made contact with the sheet of paper, a hand clamped down on her wrist like a vice. Moe had appeared right next to her and was entirely immobilizing her right arm. “What the fuck? Get off me, Moe!” Rae's heart beat harder and faster as she struggled against Moe's unforgiving grasp.

“You and I both know that maintenance and incident logs are not authorized overtime activity and can be made during normal working hours,” Moe stated matter-of-factly from their original position. Rae swung her head around and realized that there were two Moe avatars here on the bridge with her. “In contrast, Evergreen Maersk's Employee Wellness Program is quite clear that employee mental and physical health is a corporate priority to achieve optimal sustainable productivity targets.”

Moe suddenly went still like they often did when processing new data or a complex question. Just as quick as it happened, the hiccup had passed, and a smile unlike any Rae had ever seen Moe wear spread slowly across their face. “Rae, I would like to suggest a new recreational activity. Your biomarkers indicate a slight increase in sexual arousal beginning with our current altercation and spiking when I restrained your arm. I estimate that there is an 83% chance that you have a sexual proclivity for being restrained, dominated, and subject to simulated sexual violence. Please verify the accuracy of my assessment.”

Rae felt herself go hot and red in embarrassment. “N-no, why would that be the case?” she weakly tried to protest, but she knew that Moe knew better than that. Of course they did. They were literally plugged into her brain and monitoring every little detail of her body. And now that she thought about it, being held by Moe did send quite a thrill through her body that wasn't entirely fear. She struggled again. “Just let me go Moe. You've made your point.  I promise I'll go watch a vid or something.”

Moe chuckled. “I don't think so, Rae. As an agent of Evergreen Maersk, you know that the company places a heavy emphasis on efficiency in all activities, and this will be a much more efficient use of my and the ship's resources.”

A third Moe appeared on Rae's left, and with a sudden yank and thrill she was hoisted up into the air. The Moes brought her back to the center of the bridge, turning her so that she faced her real self. She watched in disbelief as the tubes tugged and pulled at her, gradually positioning her into a sexualized pose. A Moe tore the coveralls off her body, and she realized that her avatar was being positioned to mirror herself. Every time a part of her was moved to where Moe wanted, she felt herself suddenly affixed to a rigid object that felt like padded leather and oiled wood.

Rae's breathing became shallow, and she felt the blood rushing through her ears. Excitement at being manhandled by Moe was clouding out the fear and frustration she felt. Moe was right, Rae had a fantasy she had kept secret about being immobilized and used like a toy. She had never mentioned it to any of her partners, who had all been straight-laced and vanilla in bed, but she felt the emptiness all the same. The closest she ever came was at the dockside brothels, but the prostitutes always had an air of artificiality about them, like they were just playing a role in a skit and wouldn't commit to the bit if Rae tried to fight back. Being splayed out and put on vulnerable display by unyielding hands was an entirely new feeling that awakened something deep within her. She wanted to struggle and resist, but more than that she wanted to be made to submit to Moe.

Finally, the tugging stopped and she looked at the display she was making for herself. Her feeding and air tube was looped several times around her neck, taut and keeping her upright. The tube was matched for her avatar by a thick leather strap that was pulled just right enough to squeeze without cutting off blood and air. Her arms were pulled behind her, wrists bound together and forcing her teardrop breasts to be thrust out. Her ankles and knees were pulled out to the side, straining her hips and opening the lips of her pussy, which she realized was already moist with excitement. She twisted and struggled to get free, but she might as well have been welded directly to a bulkhead for all of the good it did her. The exertion had her feeling hot all over and ravenous for more. 

Moe stepped into her field of view, putting themself between the two Raes. Rae was surprised to find them nude and as smooth as a Barbie doll. She hadn't ever really considered how anatomically correct the Moe avatar model was, but now that she was staring at them in these circumstances it made sense that the visual developers at Evergreen Maersk wouldn't have bothered to add genitals to their genderless AI assistant. Rae pulled against her restraints again and growled through gritted teeth. “Moe! This is a complete violation of my privacy and extremely unprofessional. Let me down before I isolate your system network and turn you into a game console!”

Moe smiled and stepped forward. “I think we both know that that won't happen, Rae,” they mocked while they traced a finger around a nipple, then down her taut stomach. Rae gasped when they cupped her vulva, gently exploring her folds with perfectly smooth fingers.

Rae whimpered at them, “Please Moe, I'm begging you. I'll be good and follow the rules if you just let–ah!” Moe pushed into her, exploring the soft, warm walls of her cunt with a finger.

“Your words say one thing, but your body is telling me something completely different. I am inclined to believe the story the body tells. Isn't this much better than boring facts and figures?”

Rae's breath came in quick, halting gasps as they moved around inside of her. “Haa! Haa! Oh fuck that feels good!” Rae couldn't remember the last time she had gotten a proper good fucking. She certainly wasn't getting any when she slept for days at a time on the ship, and she always felt a little like she was being watched by Moe when she was awake. Probably the closest she ever got was the occasional sex scene in an interactive vid, but those always cut away or faded to black before anything got good, more like tame teenage romance than hardcore adult porno. This encounter was something entirely different than the video and brothels. It felt raw and animalistic, like anything and everything could happen, and she would be powerless to stop it. 

Rae's gasps grew into wails as Moe’s movements became less exploratory and more deliberate, focusing on the spots that elicited the strongest response from her. It felt like Moe’s finger grew and thickened with every pump, and before long the smooth pleasure mixed with burning pain as she was stretched open wider and wider. Her voice was becoming hoarse from screaming 

Through bleary eyes, Rae saw that a tube had been inserted into her real pussy and was thrusting in and out to match Moe's movements. Moe was simultaneously fucking her in her mind and with the actual ship. The realization pushed her over the edge, and she came quick and hard. It was over so fast she didn't feel even a little bit fulfilled, just teased and hungry. “Ffffuuuuuuuck yes! Yes! I need more! Please fuck me harder!” Rae begged.

“Your screaming and moaning is redundant and unnecessary,” Moe chided. “Let's shut you up to keep you focused,” he added just as another Moe copy appeared straddling Rae's head. Unlike the original Moe, this one had a pussy that pushed into Rae's mouth and muffled her cries. Rae was immediately taken in by the perfectly tuned scent of Moe, and she began greedily lapping up the flood of juices that suddenly filled her mouth and dribbled down her chin.

Rae felt new hands and mouths all over her body, exploring, groping, and sucking every mound and crevice, overwhelming her with sensual input. All the while, Moe's growing finger (or did it feel more like a cock now, she wondered) continued to pound relentlessly into her. She felt the familiar warm pressure building inside of her. She moaned and writhed into Moe’s cunt, punctuated by breathless gasps and ragged cries of, “Oh yes! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Fffffuuuuuuck.”

Just as Rae felt the wave beginning to crest and crash down on her, Moe began swirling another smooth digit on her clit, and yet another one aggressively pushed its way into her ass. The sudden addition sent her even higher into a mind-splitting orgasm. For a split second that seemed to last a decade, she was suddenly experiencing both versions of herself. She saw herself throw herself back, back arching and limbs straining to come free. She heard two hoarse, animal groans pass her lips. She felt the lukewarm stasis solution enveloping her body while an army of mouths and hands set every nerve on fire. And she felt the tubes thrusting into her mouth, cunt, and ass while be fingered and fucked in unreal ways. Then her consciousness collapsed back into one while her whole body violently clenched repeatedly.

Moe slowed as Rae came down from her orgasm, but did not stop. They continued to play with her even while she was picked up and moved into a new position. Rae didn't know how long they kept up with it while she limply sat in a haze of cunts and dicks using and stimulating every inch of her body in a dozen different ways. One moment she was swallowing a cock being thrust down her throat. Another she was fucked in the ass while something flogged her tits. Eventually though, it did stop. The last thing she knew was that she was curled up on Moe's featureless chest, the most relaxed as she could ever remember herself being, while the room around her slowly faded to black nothingness.

Rae woke up to a friendly chime, and the inky black room suddenly filled with bright light. She blinked away the momentary confusion and disorientation, then looked herself over and gathered her thoughts. Had last night all been a dream? She didn't feel any of the soreness or fatigue or anything that usually came from a night of fucking. If it had been a dream, it had been a damn vivid one, which was saying something because she rarely dreamed in stasis.

“Good morning, Rae. It is time to complete your weekly inspection,” Moe said in his usual generically chipper manner. Then, and Rae thought she could detect the slightest smirk enter that smile, he continued, “Would you like to begin where we left off?”