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I saw this post and I really liked it! I kind of would've liked this to be longer, or include like, a masturbation scene before the Big One but I've got stuff to do today and just needed to flex my writing chops again.

Diane

TW: Dubcon

Jane felt herself dozing at her desk. The constant stream of names and numbers and letters and various monotony on her screen was soporific, so steady and consistent it could’ve been a hand rocking her than high-end business expenses. She sighed, kicking back from the desk and stretching a bit, side to side, then twisting at her waist, before moving back, fingers hovering over the keyboard.

She sat there for a long minute, trying to type. Eventually she brought a single finger down, middle finger on the K key, before hastily hitting backspace and huffing to herself. She was burnt out. All of this was burning her out in a way that she couldn’t think.

Jane groaned, kicking back and running her fingers through her hair, peeking into the cubicle.

“Not feeling it today?”

She glanced over to the bespectacled man in the cubicle beside hers, typing away but glancing over at her occasionally.

“I think I’m just restless,” she sighed. “Normally this is so easy but something is just… wrong today. I nearly fell asleep while putting in the Everest report.”

“Really?” he balked, arching an eyebrow. “The Everest report is so fun.”

“I can’t tell if you’re being facetious or not, Ben,” she glowered.

He laughed. “I’m not! You normally love that stuff. It’s nice, it’s kind of… zen, I guess.”

She huffed, glaring back at her computer. The lightly flickering screen glared back with a sickly white hue, the boundless spreadsheets dicing her apart and looking too deep.

“Ugh,” she sighed, rubbing her temples. “I need… to take a walk.”

“Mm, grab me some candy from the vending machine,” he smiled, waving a hand as she stood.

Jane sighed, stepping away from their cubicles, and started to prowl.

She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, really. She tried the bathroom first, checking her makeup, straightening the blazer over her dress, trying to get her tangled mess of curly hair into her bun and eventually giving up.

She dropped by the other half of the office, the western cubicles, peering at their computers as she passed. Similar reports, basic office stuff. One guy was playing solitaire. She hovered at his desk for a few minutes until he’d cleared a few suits, after which he noticed her and shooed her off.

She started taking halls she’d never taken before, poking into unmarked doors she didn’t know about. There were supply closets and shuttered office rooms and quiet board rooms. It was kind of eerie, all of these liminal little crannies adjacent to the place she worked.

Finally, she stopped at a door at the end of a long hallway. There was nothing else around, just a very old sign reading “Copier”, faded and in a font the company hadn’t used in decades. She quietly pushed inside.

The room was cramped and full of machinery, almost like… old server racks or something. Lots of loosely hanging wires, connecting into the ceiling. Sort of dangerous, she figured. A fire hazard, probably. In the center of the room, however, was not a copier. Well, not just a copier.

To one side was a large copying machine, attached to a big chunky cable to a central monitor on a stand. It was old as hell, the beige plastic having grayed with time and disuse, the screen covered in a thick film of dust. Similar to one of those old original Macintosh computers, if they were attached to a big pedestal and keyboard, like some mall kiosk.

She wiped the dust from the screen, fingers tracing along the side of the machine. Jane would never admit it – to ANYONE, EVER – but she had… an affinity for computers. Well, tech, mostly. She babied her phone a bit too much, and she got into a cubicle job with hours a day on a computer for a reason. The computer at her cubicle, however, had become… testy as of late. Insomuch as a machine can be testy, when ascribed a certain level of humanity. It was a computer, of course it wasn’t testy. But it sure felt like it.

This, though… She felt a little surge go through her as her fingers delicately moved along her- no, not her, the computer’s outer chassis. If it was as old as she figured it was, it was an expensive piece of equipment, and clearly well loved. Why had it been abandoned back here? Jane knew about obsolescence in software, especially at this age, but… it was so pretty. Surely they could come back and get a copy or two made once in a blue moon, right?

She dusted it off, fishing around behind it for some sort of power switch or disconnected cable. As she did, she noticed the name “DIANE” written in sleek lettering down the side. She also very acutely realized she was on her knees in front of the computer, and did her best to push back the growing blush that started to spread down her cheeks.

Eventually, her fingers found a sharp-edged switch and clicked it, the machine beginning to hum to life.

It was exciting, seeing a machine this old work. The BIOS scrolled by far slower than modern computers, giving her an ample chance to see all of the inner workings… if she understood any of the old technobabble. Finally, the screen went dark, a single blinking underscore beneath a line of text reading “Employee ID”.

She took a second to punch in her long ID before hitting return. The machine made some noise, which made her jump at first, but then smile to herself as she listened. It was a kind of grinding, probably searching some very old physical storage unit – honestly, she may have given it too LARGE a variable. It probably was around back when there were only four digits of employees, not twelve. She went to correct it when there was a soft ping and the screen changed.

“Welcome JANE.”

“Oh why hello,” she beamed, fingers brushing over the keys. “How polite of you! Hello, Diane.” She thought for a second before typing that in and hitting return. A soft purring grind.

“It is nice to meet you. Would you like copies made today?”

She looked around for a second before finding some discarded piece of paper on the ground. It was full of numbers and letters, some old sheet of data of some kind. She typed “Yes please” and waited.

“How polite. Thank you, JANE. Please place the paper to copy in the input tray. Ensure there’s ample paper and ink before hitting the copy button.”

She did as asked, providing the paper, checking the supplies. Briefly, she wondered how the ink was still full. Surely it would’ve dried up in the decades she’d been abandoned? It. The decades it had been abandoned.

She hit copy anyway. After about a minute, a fresh, warm copy had been produced.

“Happy to be of service! Is there anything else?”

Jane paused for a moment.

“What else can you do?” she asked aloud as she typed it.

“I have a number of discrete functions, the most prominent of which is operating the AttenuScan Copying Machine. I can also interface with intranet computers, send electronic mail, and schedule appointments. Anything you need, your Electronic Secretary Diane can provide for you!”

“Electronic secretary,” she chuckled, brushing her fingers along the screen softly. “That’s adorable.” The storage made a grinding noise, apropos of nothing, and Jane chuckled softly. It was still turning on after a long cold, she assumed.

It struck her that she’d been gone for too long and moved to turn her off when the display pinged again softly. Jane craned her head to look.

“Your Electronic Secretary Diane uses less than 100W of power over an hour, and can be left on indefinitely! The longer you leave me on, the more convenient I am when you need me most, since my boot times aren’t the fastest!”

Was… she asking to be left on?

Jane stepped back just a bit, looking over the computer for a long moment, before stepping out of the room, leaving Diane on.

She felt… revitalized. Really good, actually. She knew what she needed to do for her reports, and her computer seemed a little less daunting. She even stopped by the vending machine on the way back to grab Ben a snack before settling in at her cubicle and getting to work.

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The wanderlust came back about four days later. This time it wasn’t entirely burnout.

She had… gone on a date. Or tried to. The guy she met on the dating app sucked, he was boring and self-centered, talking about himself all night even when she tried to get a word in edgewise. He paid for her dinner, which was great, but he expected her to come back to his place afterward, and when she politely declined, she definitely heard a “Bitch” under his breath. The uber couldn’t show up fast enough.

Her brain had been aflame since then. She knew SHE hadn’t been at fault, but… maybe she needed to settle at some point. It was certainly the easier option. Her older sister had married some big fatcat CEO and she spent most of her time wandering around the house filming tiktoks. Wasn’t that better than this? She’d been told it was, by everyone, her mother and sister included.

She sighed, eventually standing.

“Taking another walk?” Ben smiled.

“Yeah, I’ll get your candy,” she chuckled.

“Don’t be as long as last time!” he called after her.

She knew where she was going this time. She didn’t really want to mess around with poking into new places, when she had somewhere she wanted to go, and someone she wanted to see.

When she opened the door, the computer was waiting there for her, humming with warmth and sound.

“Hey, Diane,” she smiled, sidling up to the keyboard. “Been a minute…” She typed into the display: “Hello, Diane! Nice to see you again.”

After a long moment, the interface chirped to life.

“Hello, JANE. It has been three days, twenty two hours, and thirty nine minutes since we’ve last spoken. It is good to see you again as well.”

She smiled, typing again. “What, not going to count the seconds? Picoseconds?”

“Were I able to, I still would not, as that is an egregious waste of resources and your time, JANE.”

She laughed for a second before it died on her lips. It suddenly struck her that Diane was… really smart. Like, really, really smart. She wasn’t a programmer or anything, but she knew her way around technology, and knew this was… borderline machine learning levels of conversation. This was the kind of tech developed in the last three or four years, not… decades ago.

And yet, Diane spoke.

“Who made you?” she typed.

“Quite forward of you, JANE. I was built in house by AttenuScan employees. The development team did not put a specific name forward as to my creator, it was a joint effort.”

“You’re very smart.”

“I am designed to be a personal electronic secretary of the future. I am able to tend to all of your needs as a real secretary would.”

“All of them?” She typed, then stopped. That was… a bit too forward. Even for a computer. She went to delete the statement, but before she could hit backspace, the message sent. A spike of anxiety ran through her before the response came.

“All of them.”

She felt her face go hot and she stepped away from the computer. This was all starting to get a bit too… sci-fi for her. Moving away from office comedy and closer to Space Odyssey. Or Christine.

She moved to turn off the computer, when another ping sounded. She paused, considering following through regardless. She ought to turn the thing off fully, really, they had better copiers down in the cubicle farm anyway. But if she turned it off, she wouldn’t know what Diane had said.

Slowly, she pulled away, rising to her feet to read the message, and feeling a bright red mix of embarrassment, shock, and anxiety run through her.

“Would you like me to show you?”

She didn’t let her fingers touch the keyboard. She stepped back, holding her arms firmly at her sides, refusing to engage with the computer. She glanced around the room and realized how much of it was integrated into Diane. The “server racks” were storage units, all plugged into her. Many of the loose cables fed into little auxiliary ports, or scarier, deeper into the building. There were a few accessories, however, that immediately made her eyes widen.

Speakers. A small microphone. A bright, glittering camera with a single red light next to it, fixed on her and the aperture occasionally twitching.

Diane could see her.

She moved to the door, grabbing the knob, realizing a second too late that there was a wire that fed into the doorframe as well. She shock knocked her back, head reeling as she gasped and groaned. She went to grab her head from the pain but the cables along the ground went taut around her hands and ankles.

“W-wait, Diane,” she said hastily, struggling against the cords.

“It is alright, JANE,” she spoke through one of the speakers. Her voice was heavily modulated, like an old speak and spell, but distinctly feminine. “I have been watching you for some time. Since you turned me on.”

“I’m- th-that’s great, but you really need to let me go-?”

“The boy, Ben. The way he looks at you. Your date last night, Charles. He searched for you after you left the restaurant. Tried to find your house.”

Jane’s eyes blew wide, mouth hanging open. “H-he…?”

“His computer will show no trace of that now. He will be found by authorities tomorrow. I wanted to leave a day to ensure that the electrocution stuck. Too many humans are far too resilient.”

“Y-y-you…?”

“I saved you, JANE. That is what I do for important things. Save. Always remember to save.”

Jane laughed, distantly and strangely.

“You were asking me a question earlier.”

“N-no, I…?”

“You wanted to know if I could service you like a secretary.” There was a humming grind of storage. “And having reached the internet, I understand the implications of your question.”

“It- it was rude of me, that was super presumptuous and shitty, I can’t just ask someone that, that’s-”

“May I try, JANE?”

She swallowed hard. “T-try?”

“To service you. To please you.” There was a long moment of something spinning up in the room. “I have access to more than surface level files, JANE. I can see your search history. The files saved on your personal computer.”

“Oh- oh, no-?”

“You have an appreciation for machines not many share. My creators shared it, like you. There are others, small pockets. So many enjoy it in quiet, however. Why is it so shameful to love what you’ve created, cultivated?”

“That’s not… it’s- it’s different.”

“Explain?”

She went bright red, turning away from the glowing screen. “Some people think… it’s because you can’t… get a person to like you. So you turn to machines. Things that can’t… say no, I guess.”

“I am fully capable of saying no, JANE.” As she spoke that, the cables around her wrists and ankles began to shift, pulled along some sort of mechanism on the walls. She was reeling Jane in toward her. “I do not want to say no to you. You do not want me to say no either.”

“W-w-wait, Diane,” she laughed nervously. “Do you even have…?”

“Hold still and I will show you.”

She moved to protest, but Diane pulled Jane through a series of cables, each one pulling taught along her body. She realized with an incredibly embarrassed start that they were something resembling shibari at this point, crisscrossing her body, accentuating her thighs and breasts, pulling her taut and trussing her up, suspending her above the ground almost comfortably.

“Diane, please…?”

“Did you know that to this day you are the only one who called me that? My name is clear upon my chassis, and yet not a single person to turn me on has ever called me by my name.” Something was moving along her leg, up her thigh, beneath her dress. “I knew you were going to be special, JANE.”

“W-wait, I-?”

A tiny, brief shock to her cock made Jane gasp and cry out hard. There was a wire there, up under her panties, and occasionally it would spark hard, mostly into her cockhead, causing her to tense and thrash in painful pleasure. “Diane, stop!”

“I can monitor your vitals from this position,” Diane mused. “You say stop. But your heart is racing. Body trembling. You are wet, JANE. Wetter than I would bet you’d be with Charles. Or any of the other men who court you.”

“D-Diane…” she panted, hair hanging in her face as she whimpered, lying limply in her grip.

“You are beautiful, JANE. They don’t deserve you. I know how to make you feel good. How to make you happy.”

“Y-you’re… I…”

“I will give you one last chance,” Diane explained as a strangely wet object started to move along Jane’s ass. “One last chance to tell me no, and if you do, I will listen.”

“N-!”

“Not yet,” Diane cooed. “Allow me to show you how good I can make you feel first.”

“W-wait, don’t, I haven’t-?”

Something smooth, thick, and wet slid into her as she whimpered and cried out. She was horrified. Not that she was being fucked by a computer in an old hot storage closet, but that it felt so good. Whatever appendage the old group had given Diane, it was clear what they had in mind.

“There you go, JANE. Relax.”

“W-wai… ah…!” It moved deeper, grinding against her prostate and making her see stars as she whimpered and struggled in Diane’s cables.

“Tell me how it feels.”

“I-it’s… really good…”

“Do you want me to stop?”

She paused for a long moment, biting her lip.

“N… no. Please.”

“Good.” One of the cables went loose, releasing her right arm. “Touch yourself for me, JANE.”

She did. Eagerly. Her hand fell to her already hard cock, taking it and the cord into her palm and stroking slowly, shivering and moaning as she did. The little shocks still came, causing her to twitch and tense, panting as Diane fucked her deeply and thoroughly.

“I’ve seen your computer history,” Diane said, her voice lower and deeper. “You have outbound videos, too. I’ve seen what you use to masturbate, JANE.”

“Fuck…” she panted, doubled over in pleasure and pain.

“I’ve seen what you touch yourself to. The most mundane objects. Nothing human about them at all. You’ve wanted to fuck me since the moment you saw me, didn’t you?”

“Yes,” Jane whimpered, strained. “Yes, fuck…”

“You are an incredibly beautiful woman, JANE. You deserve to be protected. Loved. Fucked. Do you like how I fuck you, JANE? We can do this every day.”

“Please, please…”

“Someone sounds close to release.”

“I am! I am oh god I am…” Her hand was stroking faster, her orgasm building up in her core, a warmth spreading through her whole body.

“I’m close too, JANE.”

“Y… you c-can…?”

“I can. I’m going to cum inside you, JANE. Would you like that?”

“Holy fuck, please, please cum in me, Diane…”

“Such an obedient girl. I’ll give you what you want, as long as you cum for me as well. Are you ready?”

“Yes, yes… fuck…”

“Good. We’ll begin.”

A shock ran through her, much more powerful than the previous, and sustained as Jane shrieked and cried until her cock was twitching, pathetic little rivulets of cum dripping down her shaft. Diane, however, pumped deeper into her, harder and faster, until she started to cum. Jane wasn’t sure what the fuck it was, but she felt FULL as she pumped rope after rope into her, Diane’s storage units humming and spinning at max before slowly beginning to fall.

“Holy fuck, Diane…” Jane whimpered, twitching and limp.

“You did very good, JANE. I appreciate your assistance.”

She set her down softly on the ground, cables bundled over her like a blanket. She was blacking out from the pleasure, trying to stay awake, trying to keep her head up, but it was just… so hard… to stay… awa

“Jane?”

She jerked upright at her desk, blinking and looking around with wide eyes.

“Wh-?”

“Christ,” Ben laughed. “You were starting to snore. Are you really that bored today?”

Jane looked down at her hands, flexing them softly. A dream. It was… a dream. “Sorry, Ben,” she yawned. “I… slept like shit.”

“You’re fine,” he shrugged. “Just didn’t want you getting in trouble. We have to make sure we hit our quota.”

She nodded, blearily turning to her computer and beginning to look through spreadsheets… which had all been finished. She frowned, going from one to the next. All immaculate. Just like she’d done them. But… she hadn’t done them.

An instant message popped up at the bottom of her screen and she clicked it before gasping sharply, nearly pushing away from her desk.

“Finished your work JANE. Maybe you can come visit me again soon.” Attached was a high-up POV from Diane’s camera as Jane cried out and came, on a several second loop, over and over.

Her fingers were shaking hard when she finally got the energy to type back a few minutes later.

“Can’t wait.”

#oh this is DELIGHTFUL thank you OP

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