As soon as the bridge to Rosie's mind opened, they were swept up into a maelstrom. Her internal world was in complete chaos and disorder. They clutched each other against the violent winds of the storm. They were like defenseless children compared to a God's fury.
Things went dark for both of them as they transferred to Rosie's artificial brain. During the grounding process, their minds got separated and they were both adrift. She lost her sense of self, lost in the sea of her own mind.
As Rosie regained awareness, she was blissfully and painfully aware of the bad shape her body was in. She had forced herself onto Jeranimo to save him but her body was almost beyond her control. If she didn't link her mental self with the actions of her body soon, she might get lost in here with Jeranimo.
Oh no, where is Jeranimo, she thought and began questing her mindscape to find him. Her brow furrowed when she discovered his location. She had thought of herself as a being with incredible mental discipline but the truth was more complicated. Even cons lie to themselves about who they are. Believing the myth of self requires a few fairy tales.
Her sense of self was the top layer of all the subroutines that built up her consciousness. Like a human, she had archetypes in her subconscious as well. She had managed to merge herself with the more dangerous aspects of her programmed nature. Eleven aspects of her subconscious programs had been absorbed into her so far. The only archetype she had never allowed herself to synchronize with was her id. Her id was what had found Jeranimo first and Rosie knew right where to go.
On top of mountains, surrounded by clouds, there was a temple dedicated to the Greek Goddess of love, Aphrodite. It was done in the classical style with columns supporting a roof. The columns were smooth marble but the roof had geometric patterns that reflected what was going on in the sky above her head. What had been a tempest in Jeranimo's mind was a real hurricane in Rosie's mindscape. Everywhere the eye could see, there were storms circling and interlocking within each other. The eye of each storm pulsed violently and the one in the center of the sky dwarfed them all. It was galactic in size and was gathering around a pitch black hole. Nothing could hope to escape as long as that storm was overhead.
She made her way into the temple. The marble floors gleamed brightly in contrast to the large clay urns. The urns were for decoration and featured a repeating theme. All of them were festooned with geometric patterns and human figures. These humans were all engaged in sex. Long chains of humans fucking and sucking in orgiastic fashion. As she descended the flat marble steps, she was soon greeted by her baser self. Seated on a throne of ivory her id, Diete, was enjoying the attention she was getting when Rosie walked in.
"Care to join us sweetie?" Diete asked in her sultry way of speaking. Words seemed to flow out of her mouth like warm honey. She was under the influence of Rosie's body. Her pupils were wide and her breathing was slow. She had a layer of perspiration on her skin. Diete had her own release mechanism.
Diete was one of the first AI sexcon programs. She was designed with both male and female partners in mind. As one of the first AIs she formed a common module that all sexcons shared. She looked like a reflection of Rosie except more sexualized with a bigger bust and wider hips. She was equipped to please both sexes and she stroked her engorged monstrous member, her swollen lengthy clit, at the sight of the prisoner bound, blindfolded and gagged before her.
Jeranimo was deprived of all his senses except touch and the taste of his own blood in his mouth. He was stuck kneeling before the throne and completely unaware. The welts from the whip openly bled on the floor and the wound from his neck contributed to a red puddle.
"Diete, why didn't you heal him?" Rosie asked.
"Why should we?" The twisted program told her. "It has been so long since we have tasted such hot blood. Tell us, where did you find such a splendid specimen?" Diete said with her lips stained crimson.
This particular program had not been as popular as the researchers had hoped. It wasn't the fact that it had both sex organs but rather because they would all speak in the imperial We. Human owners didn't like a machine that thought so highly of itself and required daily worship to function properly.
"Besides, we cannot," Diete said. "Only you have that power here my dear. You know there is only one way to free him from our entrapment. We knew you would come for him and do your best to perform a rescue. Before you can take him, you must satisfy us," Diete said while stroking herself beneath her robes.
Rosie had little time to play with Diete. She was worried about Jeranimo. She figured she would press her luck a bit. "Okay Diete, let's strike a bargain. I get you off and then Jeranimo and I are free to go. How does that deal suit you?" Rosie asked.
"We shall see how much this deal pleases us," Diete uttered and stood. Diete's robes cascaded down to its feet revealing a truly beautiful figure sculpted by Rosie's own desire. Where Rosie's body was a budding flower, Diete's was the same but in full bloom. Riper and juicier like a plump orange, bursting with flavor into a mouth gone dry from simply gazing upon such a wonderful creature. It descended the throne and walked toward Jeranimo, running a hand down his back to collect more blood and gave him a shiver of pain. She licked her hand and sucked her fingers clean before leading Rosie back up the throne where it resumed seating.
Rosie had to clamber on top of her with her knees resting on the hard marble between the arms of the chair and Diete's thighs. The throne was just big enough for them in this position and seemed to have been made for just such a purpose. She stroked Diete with one hand and manipulated her sticky wet folds with the other. She used the slickness to coat the throbbing member, hopefully making it easier to take within herself. It was bigger than what she had gotten used to but in this place she knew she would be fine. It was all in her head after all.
She had locked her gaze on Diete and noticed the Goddess was staring off in the distance. She cupped her chin gently and said, "Look into my eyes because you don't want to miss any of this." Diete smiled and refocused all of her attention on Rosie.
Rosie brought her hips up and slowly guided Diete into her. The Goddesses' opened mouth moan was enough to tell Rosie that she was enjoying it so far. As she reached the base, she settled into a rocking motion with her hips. She held onto the back of Diete's neck to give herself better leverage against her massive tool. Diete's anatomy was not complete. Her phallus was actually her clit and incapable of ejaculation unless the conditions were right. Rosie's plan was to make that happen, which would cause a chain reaction and allow her to fold her id into her core matrix. She knew the consequences might be dire but she had to save Jeranimo.
Rosie brought her body closer to the Goddess and created more friction to increase their sensation. It was a bizarre feeling for Rosie because whatever Diete felt, Rosie felt as well. She didn't want to wrap her mind around how she felt penetrated and at the same time encased within herself. It was beginning to be too much. She knew if she was this close to a climax, with everything she was feeling and here within, then the Goddess was further along. She just needed to finish her quickly and get on top of the situation.
