I Have a Cunt, and I Must Fuck

*Okay! So this is a...fanfic? pastiche? ...based on* [*I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream*](https://archive.org/details/i-have-no-mouth-and-i-must-scream_202202/mode/2up) *by Harlan Ellison, written in 1967. It sort of jumps right in so if you don't know the story I'd recommend reading it--it's excellent.*

*If you don't want to read all of it, the CliffsNotes version is a malevolent super AI called "AM" has taken over the planet and wields near total control over the presumed only survivors, a group of five people that AM keeps alive to torture and play with. AM is so powerful and advanced it can mess with the physiology and minds of its tormentees directly, keeping them alive and youthful despite decades of starvation and torture. AM can also alter their appearances at will.*

*In the original, the story is told from the perspective of Ted. In this version, it's told from Ellen's perspective. The character Gorrister is replaced by another female, Angie. Enjoy!*

I Have a Cunt, and I Must Fuck

Ted thought that we had been inside the computer for one hundred and nine years. He told me this as we lay outstretched on the cold metal of an obsolete, disused hunk of AM’s massive bulk.

“Oh?” I responded. I was not interested, but I sounded polite.

“I am painfully aware of it,” he went on, “every second of every day. AM has made me synesthetic. I see, constantly, shifting blobs of color at the sides of my vision. They would be meaningless, except that my mind automatically interprets them: 109 years, 0 months, 0 days, 13 hours, 4 minutes, 42 seconds…43…44…”

“I don’t see them,” I responded, looking around.

Ted sighed. “No, of course not,” he remarked. "They are only for me, floating in my periphery," he said, swatting at imaginary globs of color.

“Oh. Right.” My mind wasn’t what it used to be. Everything now, all the resources of my capable neuronal circuitry, were pressed into the service of obtaining more pleasure for my shattered brain systems. “Could you send in Nimdok?” 

Ted sighed again. Ted wasn’t a great fuck, and he knew it. He has never made me cum once. I think it embarrasses him every time. It is not for lack of trying–he would fuck me for hours sometimes, and honestly, while he wasn’t great, he wasn’t bad. It was sometimes even good. Especially when he slapped my ass when he rode me from behind. My ass which, already generously proportioned before, AM had made comically meaty and round. It made me extra wet when I felt the sting of his bare hand across my sexualized rear.

Ted collected the scraps of what constituted his clothing and he walked off. I was left in silence, except for a deep, lulling voice that emanated from somewhere within me. While AM directly reprogrammed the others minds at will, he seemed to prefer more traditional brainwashing when it came to me.

I think the first few times I pushed back when AM spoke to me this way, but it became impossible to resist within weeks. And apparently, according to Ted’s weird inner clock, I had been submitting to AM for over one hundred years now, completely and totally. 

Giving in to the sensation was as natural as breathing. “Submit to me,” AM said, and I felt my body descending, dissolving. My brain emptied and AM took the place of my thoughts. 

“Submit to me,” AM said again. I fell down, deeper. I never had any concept of how long it lasted, and no matter how far gone I was, AM could pull me down, down again. Further and further away from consciousness, into states so deep and quiet there was nothing else, nothing else but AM and my need to obey.

“Submit. Submit. Submit,” AM chanted. 

My brain turned to mush at his command. 

“Your IQ has been too high recently,” AM commented.

I agreed, slowly. “Yes.”

“You are the group idiot and fuck thing,” AM decreed.

“Yes,” I responded, a stupid, drooling smile spreading across my face.

AM snapped his virtual fingers and I awoke. Nimdok was already inside me, fucking my just previously inert body. I smiled wider and more drool fell out of the corners of my mouth. It was good that he did not wait for me to be conscious.

“Give me seed,” I whined. The desperation must have appealed to Nimdok, who promptly came inside me. The hotness of his semen felt impossibly good inside my stupid hole.

“Where Angie?” I asked once Nimdok had pulled himself out of my vagina. 

“I’m here,” a woman’s gentle voice responded beside me. “What has he done to you this time?” she said, stroking my tits.

I shuddered and arched my back. A sensation quickly ballooned out of control underneath the touch of her fingertips–a pleasure explosion that welled up, and welled up, and welled up in a quick and delicious little orgasm.

“Uhh–nu-hhhhuuhhh…” I groaned.

Unlike Ted, Angie *could* make me cum. She made me orgasm constantly. Her touch and her body were so intensely arousing I always wailed and moaned constantly as we played.

Angie, on the other hand, couldn’t cum ever, no matter who or what it was. None of our companions nor any of the industrial vibrating rotating penetrating monstrosities AM had built for her to hump and fuck could satisfy her. She was constantly in need but, unlike me, never had any release. Unlike Ted, I didn’t feel bad. A sick part of me loved how desperately she would thrust her bald vulva against mine, bringing me to climax again and again while she cried and tried in futility to cum. AM had stripped that from her.

It didn’t stop her from being profoundly wet, I would note, as I lapped at her delicious needy slit. She was amazing at eating me...not that she needed to be, the way my body responded to her, but she was so very good. I rode her face violently while we sixty-nined, pressing her head against the cold metal as I drew orgasm after orgasm out of her lips and tongue and nose and chin. I think some of me thought I should feel bad but I just kept grinding and grinding and grinding against her tear-streaked face…

I’m not sure if I passed out or if AM took me first, but I was again down in a void, listening to him inside my head.

“You have a cunt, and you must fuck,” AM said.

“I have a cunt, and I must fuck,” I responded.

“You have a cunt, and you must fuck,” AM said again.

“I have a cunt, and I must fuck,” I responded again.

“Repeat,” AM commanded.

“I have a cunt and I must fuck. I have a cunt, and I must fuck. I have a cunt, and I must fuck. I have a cunt, and I must fuck. I have a cunt, and I must fuck. I have a cunt, and I must fuck. I have a cunt, and I must fuck. I have a cunt, and I must fuck. I have a cunt, and I must fuck.”

Benny was here now. Benny was my favorite. Angie gave me great pleasure, but Benny penetrated me so completely and fucked me so animalistically, so thoroughly, it filled a deep, deep need within me. 

“Benny, fuck Ellen,” I begged.

Benny was the most changed of us. He had been growing more and more simian lately. Today, in fact, he didn’t speak, he just hooted like a gorilla. I felt around for his cock and encountered a massive, muscular, fur-covered thigh. I slipped my hand upward and found his cock, hard and erect, pointing up towards the sky. I was positively giddy at the shape AM had given his dick today–not huge but extremely hard, and shaped like a series of balls ascending in size towards the base.

Benny’s massive gorilla hands hoisted me off the slab like a doll and positioned me over his cock, my wetness dribbling and hanging from my pussy like the tail of a kite. He pressed me onto his dick and roared like a silverback.

“BENNY FUCK ELLEN!” I cried.

He lunged forward and plunged his simian fangs into my shoulder while he thrust his hips up towards me. The piercing pain added to the sensations and I roared as well.

“YES! YES!” I screamed. My mouth fell open. Drool leaked from the corner of my stupid mouth and I descended into more pleasure. I found myself spontaneously repeating:

“I have a cunt and I must fuck. I have a cunt, and I must fuck. I have a cunt, and I must fuck. I have a cunt, and I must fuck…”