00101O1 Automata_ #10

This is SciFi erotica series called '_Automata'. See 'Girls Submission to AI in Latex.' https://.com/s/girls-submission-to-ai-in-latex for the beginning. This chapter is can be read alone.
All characters are over 18 years of age; please respect the author's copyright.
__Previously__
Captured during an AI uprising, Jenny, Kim, Joe and others are trapped in a slave training camp. A camp designed to train humans to submit as sex slaves to intelligent machines, AI, Robots. The machines use intelligent slave collars with pain amplifiers. The collars can punish them for using forbidden language, including their old names and personal pronouns. Jenny is being sold to someone called Rockwood and she needs to find out why.
Trigger warnings: Foot fetish. Gemini feet. Lesbian toe-fuck
__TRAPPED__
Trapped in Sovereign's tower, the squeezing of people into living latex-clad sex toys continued. After the visit by lady FrostByte, some of the more-obedient submissives were taken and put into an MRI machine. There, they were mysteriously tested by the Ghost's shadows. Some came back, others were being moved to a separate higher floor for 'finishing'. From memory, the accepted ones had gone along with the training. Jenny was worried. She might not be pretending well enough. On the inside, she wasn't the obedient fuck-doll the other submissives had become. What would happen to her, if they found out? She worried that they would do the same thing to her, as they did to Kim.
When Kim emerged after a fortnight, she also joined the submissive elite. Kim had really turned around over the long absence. Kim even avoided personal pronouns and told Jenny to stop using 'that awful K word' as she referred to her old name. So they had to call her EchoEight all the time.
Kayla said Kim didn't have a buyer yet, and that was making her nervous. Other women and men had flipped to be the way the machines wanted. They sat in lectures silently. They listened to how this was so inevitable, that they couldn't stop competition. It was survival of the fittest, and they had the AI had biggest guns. Humanity could never be the apex animal it once was. Kim now believed it. Their sexual submission was humanity's one and only last chance. They were saving humanity from extinction. To Jenny, it was living proof if you repeated a lie often and committedly enough, people would come to believe it.
The morning had started with a repeat lecture. It had basically reminded them they were all sterile. Their fertility was controlled by the machines. The good news was that when they reached an age of about thirty, they would not be enough to serve machines sexually. They would be retired to breeding farms. Only those who had served diligently would be permitted to go. They would live out their days in massive mile-high towers or on floating islands. This was their future, if they surrendered now.
While she watched, Jenny worried to herself. Her concern was that she wasn't sure she deserved to be a submissive grade. The other submissives, like Kim, were pretty well indoctrinated. They denied any memories before the factory. They only talked of serving the machines. They took pleasure in reporting every rule infraction of lower sluts. They would even trick the lower batches into reportable crimes. When she saw the male-sluts, they had the same level but their clothing was different. They still had the same state of zealotry. Jenny didn't feel she was at the same point of submission. Would the Ghost's shadows test, spot her faking, she wondered?
The second class, they now emerged from what was robot porn. They sat on sex beds and were shown photographs and videos of different makes of robots. While they did, they were gently and persistently jerked off. It had started a few weeks ago, with very-fit-looking-almost-human androids. The sort that had a body like Mr. Universe, or gynoids like Vogue models. Then slowly, in session after session, the flesh was replaced with metal.
Moans and soft music were piped through their collars while they watched. As the pictures of robots changed, a low-charged voice would say things like, 'Look at the large claws on this one', 'Wow, so smooth, round and shiny', 'Look at those pistons', or 'A pro max machine, clearly superior'. Then cameras--'deep fusion eyes, a Photonic engine, and thirty-three lenses--I think my ovaries will explode. After panning over in. Closer up, they would end up at the location where the robot's cyberdick (called a dix) or cybercunt was kept. By this point, the slaves were fairly moist. Then, a vibrating dildo was introduced until they were tight. The cum word was spoken, and the victims ended up cumming while looking at the screen.
After doing this for hours, they would be shown a sub-sentient machine, bursa escort like a Roomba or a sniper bot. These machines moved, but did not have general intelligence. While watching, the slut-units would be doused in cold water. It would run off their latex clothes and drip on the floor. This ended the session.
Jenny noticed that tech porn also reinforced a social hierarchy between the robots. Certain robots had higher status than others. The slut-units were being trained to look for tiny differences, and then judge the machines on them. Naturally, if you were a robot's slut-unit, you would be judged at the same level. As they left, people would talk about this.
"This slut's second one was a T1. Fantastic hydraulics if you get this slut's drift," said SevenThree to NineFive.

"I got a GR-T0A tactical security bot this time. The cocks on them are to dream for, and they have so much RAM." NineFive said. Early on, Jenny had spoken to NineFive. She was a five-ring Type 90 submissive. She was originally Lucy Smith. She had been a trainee manager at a H