Morta – The Night of the Nanites Part 2 of 2

A movement in the corner of Morta’s right eye caused her to turn and look at the tank which contained the nanites and a small amount of the grey material oozed up over the side of the tank before it dropped into her white holdall. After a few seconds had passed by, one end of a length of rope lifted out of the large bag before it lowered down to the floor, and this was followed by more coils of the cord which trailed behind it it as it moved in a snake like motion towards the scientist.

The nanites must be moving the rope, but how do they know where they are going? Wait, they don’t know a thing as they are controlled by the AI and it has access to the cameras inside the room along with the corridor, which gives it a full field of view with depth perception. Given how the rope moves, the nanites must be capable of great manipulation and flexibility, along with the ability to link in formation, so that explains how my hands are tied together. Why is it behaving like this though? I’ll need to halt the experiment before something really unexpected happens to me.

As the professor rose from her chair and pushed it away from her, she kept her eyes on the rope snake as it approached her while she fumbled with her bound hands for the switch that would activate the microphone. There was a reassuring click as her fingers found the button, which was pressed down and she knew that it would take only five words to stop this problem once she had turned around. After I utter the five words, I can bring this to an end, find out why this has happened and start it up again with modified parameters. This has been an extraordinary breakthrough though.

It was just a second later that Morta faced the microphone and the woman took a deep breath, before leaning over so that the abort code could be entered into the system, but as she started to speak the really unexpected happened.

“Priority Instruction: Alpha- eff!” The lady was halted mid-sentence as another length of animated rope rose from the floor under the desk, which held her black ball-gag at one end and the ball was inserted between her red lips. The straps that were connected to the ball wrapped themselves around her face, and buckled together behind the back of her neck at the most extreme notch so that her mouth was forced to become distended.

“Priority instruction not recognised. Please reissue command.”

“Priority Instruction: Alpha One Abort!” Oh damn, I can’t create more than a muffled sound, so a verbal command is impossible. The rope approaching me was a diversion so I wouldn’t notice the one under the desk which was waiting for me, and I can’t stay at this spot because I’m being attacked by my own bondage gear. As the captive ran away from her desk with the two pieces of cord in pursuit, she tried to bring her hands up and to the side so that she could look at her bonds. I can reach chest height with my fingers, even though my hands are tied together behind my back.

It took only a few seconds for the scientist to arrive at the nearest wall-mounted button, and she bent over with her back to it so that her fingers would be able to reach the right spot as her hands would be up in the air. Where is it? This is much harder than just reaching for the one at the microphone, but then again I wasn’t in this kind of position. Do I have it? Yes, this is the button, and I only have to get my thumb in there to press it. Wha- NO!

While Morta was trying to find the button, the end of one of the long pieces of rope looped itself around her left ankle and used this as an anchor point so that it could whip up to her chest. Once it was there, it wrapped around her arms just above her elbows about eight times, and pulled her elbows together before cinching and tying off the ends so that they were secure. The result as this was her hands were forced closer to her body which pulled her fingers out of reach of the button, and she emitted a despairing moan as her chance to stop this attack was stolen from her.

I have to get out of here! The safe point is the red line, so all I have to do is get past there, and these things can have no further effect.

As the woman in bondage ran towards the door, however, she noticed that one of the ropes was already waiting there and another was snaking its way out of the bag and moving towards the exit. The one waiting will get me as soon as I get to the doorway, but I have no other choice. Morta stopped as she reached the door and she pushed down on the handle before pulling the door open, but this moment was enough for the cord to wrap itself ten times around her legs just above the knees. Before the lady could react to this situation, the rope had cinched itself with four loops and the material tightened before it was knotted which left the woman’s upper legs bound together.

I’m left with just being able to take small steps now, and any animated rope will be able to move faster than I can. I have to go! With another cord catching up with her, the lady hobbled out of the laboratory for dear life before turning right, and she started to make her way down the corridor as one small step at a time was taken. Her motion wasn’t fast enough, however, and the cord which was following the captive caught up with her, as she was half way down the corridor with some distance to go. As her legs came together while walking, the rope encircled her ankles eight times before applying an effective cinch and the ends were tied together.

OMG, I have to hop the rest of the way or I’ll get caught! When she looked behind her. Morta noticed that two more lengths were making their way out of the room and pursuing her down the corridor. As she took hop after hop the panicked woman was scared of falling down, as that would mean that she would remain prisoner and suffer whatever fate the AI had planned for her. The ropes were gaining on her as she attempted to move as fast as possible, but there was only one hop left to make…

I made it, oh thank goodness I made it! You can’t get me now. After the one hop was made, the lady in bondage noticed that the red line was behind her, and as she turned around she could see that the ropes went limp as soon as that part went over the red line. You can’t get me now, I’m safe and out of reach. It may be somewhat embarrassing to hop to reception and get help from Joe, but that must be nothing compared to what you have planned for me. That’s interesting, what are you doing now? Seeing as she was safe, the bound and gagged woman was so relieved that she started to laugh because she had outsmarted the AI and its nanite army.

While she was considering hopping into reception, one of the long ropes was winding itself around in a coil on the floor and once this had happened the upper end tied itself to one of the loops, so that it made a complete circle with a long trailing end. Why are you making a snare for me? It’s useless unless I enter the danger area and hop into it.

It was at this point that the laughing woman was taken by surprise as the coils acted as a spring, launching the loop into the air which landed around the waist of the captive, while the other end jumped up and tied itself to a pipe in the ceiling. The loop was pulled tight by the active end, and the professor realised that she had made a terrible mistake in stopping instead of continuing down the corridor to safety.

I’ve been lassoed by the nanites! They didn’t have to be active where I am, as the other end could pull on the rope and ensure that it gripped me. It’s pulling now, and I’m going to fall flat on my face! There was an instinctual hop forward by the helpless scientist so that she could remain upright, and to her horror she realised that the red line had been crossed again. I’m trapped by the AI, and I have no other choice but to return to the laboratory.

There was another tug on the waist rope, and the second coil moved behind the captive which seemed to be there in order to ensure that any other attempts at escape would be prevented. After a minute or so, the woman hopped back into the laboratory and she was directed by the ropes to move so that she was facing the monitor. Once she was in position, text appeared on the screen which was mirrored by the audio voice of the AI.

“First part of practical experiment has been successful. The basic concepts of binding were adapted by the priority data which was supplied by Professor Morta.”

The priority data? That must mean the videos, images and text on my USB memory card. You can’t mean-.

“Binding, the act of fastening, securing, uniting, or the like. With the new data provided this was correlated to bondage, the practice of being physically restrained, as with rope, as a means of attaining erotic pleasure.”

Somehow, I’ve taught you to be a bondage freak. This has become insane.

“As the vital signs tag showed that the professor was experiencing erotic pleasure while she comprehended the visual and auditory data, she would be the perfect subject for the experimental part of the research.”

But I didn’t want to be tied up by you. Oh no, I brought all of the bondage gear in, no wonder you decided that I should be tied up.

“As extrapolated from the data, the concept of allowing the submissive in bondage a chance to escape before taking it away from them is commonplace, so that the end result makes her feel even more helpless.”

You’ve been playing with me all the time? Offering me a way out, only to stop me once I make the attempt? I should consider myself lucky that you haven’t done anything harsh to me.

“Stage two of experiment will now begin. Designated submissive will be placed in an immobile position, and experience the teases and tickles as shown in the audio-visual data provided, for the reminder of the shift. Most common strict position taken from data is the hogtie, so this will be applied to the professor.”

Upon hearing this, Morta looked at the clock which showed the time as just past midnight. I have to stay in a hogtie for six hours, and you are going to do things to me.

“As a rescue ending is commonplace in many damsel bondage tales, it has been calculated that the person in the binding experiment should be left for another person to discover.”

You can’t leave me for the morning shift to find, they’ll take photographs of me, and I’ll probably be the only scientist who ends up on the front of Scientific American and The National Enquirer at the same time.

The other end of the rope around the waist of the professor took itself around a horizontal bar at the bottom of the desk while the other rope wrapped one end around her chest with the other end being bound to a ceiling pipe. At least I’m going to be lowered down, and if I struggle I will be forced down which means that there is no point in fighting.

The chest rope lowered her down until she was on her back on the floor, at which point it detached from her, and the other rope untied from her waist and the desk before one end attached itself to the cords that bound her elbows together. A little blob of grey goo rolled along the floor until it reached her feet, and she looked on or rather felt as it unbuckled the ankle straps around her shoes before they were removed from her feet. The rope from the elbow looped itself around her ankle bonds and pulled hard until her knees were bent at a ninety degree angle, and the hogtie rope went back and forth two more times before it was wrapped around the rest of the rope.

OMG, I really am hogtied, and I’m going to be unable to escape from this.

She turned her head to her left as the machine beeped, and her eyes became wide as a message appeared in the screen.

“Stage two part one complete with application of hogtie. Part two “Tickle and Tease” will now commence.”

There was an unusual sensation all over Morta’s body as the microscopic devices took their places at her nerve endings and the hogtied captive wondered what was going to happen next. Although she didn’t consider herself to be ticklish, she didn’t count on the medical information in the AI database which provided full knowledge about how nerve endings worked. Screams of laughter escaped from her gagged mouth as the nanites used precise actions in order that the right locations were touched, and the scientist arched her body with her feet on tip-toe as she attempted to cope with the intense experience. After a few minutes had gone by, the tickling had become so powerful that Morta couldn’t breathe and she thought that she would pass out from lack of oxygen.

“Pause “Tickle” part due to safety of participant. Engage “Tease” program.”

Within a second, the lady in bondage felt caressed all over her body except for the most intimate areas, and it wasn’t long before she moaned in pleasure as the level of arousal built up within her body. Oh my, this is wonderful, if only you could keep doing this all night long. This process of stimulation continued for about ten minutes, but as soon as she reached a certain level of heat, the tickling started again and she squirmed around on the floor as she cried out with her laughter. Pleasepleasepleasestopstopstop!

This was how it was for the rest of Morta’s shift, most of the time she was teased with a very distracting pleasure, and this was punctuated with the most torturous tickling that she had ever experienced. In fact, she only became aware of the time when there was a final message from the monitor.

“Closing down for next shift. Experiment has been a complete success and all devices are being retrieved.” She watched as the nanites left her body and formed into their own rope which snaked over to the tank and climbed in. There was a beep from the system as it went into protocol shutdown, but this didn’t help the woman in the hogtie as her bonds were most secure.

For the rest of the time, Morta was engaged in a futile struggle as she tried to free herself from her bonds, but the only thing that she achieved was to tire herself still further.

This has got to be the best and worst night of my life. I made a major breakthrough with my nanites designs, and ended up as a helpless captive in bondage, kidnapped by my own AI. OMG what’s that?

Morta’s face turned crimson as the handle of the door turned...

THE END