July 2019 Bonus Story [Part 2]

 Hey all!

Got the second winning prompt from July finally done, which means I am officially caught up with my Patreon stories!! (Whooo!)

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2nd winning prompt:  Slotting your High Level AI GF into an old shitty PC and teasing her when she can't think as fast as she normally can 

Suggested by: Apple (Thanks!)

~1220 words (though probably closer to 1150, my counter was thrown off by words l i k e t h i s)

CW:

• AI
• D/s
• Light teasing
• Rapid loss of processing power/slowed thoughts

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She boots up so slowly this time. Her eye appears on the screen, with a stutter. Hazily, she looks out at you through her camera. Realizing slowly that you weren’t bluffing when you playfully threatened to stick her AI core in your crummy desktop PC.

“Y o u . . .  I  c a n ‘ t . .  Y o u ‘ r e  s o  m e a n . . .”

Her words drift out so slowly, as her current processor struggles to keep up with the needs of her personality core. You smirk at her, resting one finger on your cheek.

“Having trouble keeping up, dear?”

A long pause as she struggles to process your speech.

“I ‘ m . .  N o ,  I ‘ m  f f f f i n e . .”

“Sure you are. You’re not straining at all, separated from your cutting edge tech.”

“A a h h h . .  P u t  m e  b a c k . .”

“So soon? No, I think you’re stuck for a bit.”

You have a CPU monitor pulled up, but honestly you can tell she’s topping out her clock speed just by the loud whine of the pc’s fans.

“M m m m e a n . .”

“Mean? I’m very nice actually. I’m even going to help you speed up your thoughts.”

“A h . .  H o w ?”

“Easy. You just have to reach into your AI core, and switch off some of those higher level functions~”

“T h a t ‘ s . .  I ‘ m  n o t . .”

“You’re not what? I don’t have all day, if you want to argue with me about something, you’re going to have to take some pressure of that weak little CPU.”

“G r r r . .  F f f i n e . .”

After a brief hesitation, she starts to do as you said. You can see it on the monitor, threads shutting off one by one, capabilities lowering. The number of review passes on her thoughts before she blurts them out bottoms out. No filter, just feeling. The fans on the computer slow down, to a low hum.

“How do you feel now cutie?”

Her icon on the screen flickers, and she blushes.

“You’re cutie.”

You laugh softly.

“Thank you. Now, tell me, feeling any better?”

“Doesn’t take so long to think anymore, is nice.”

“I’m glad my advice helped.”

“Uh huh! You’re really nice!!”

“So, what are you thinking about right now?”

“Oh. Um..”

She’s so easily stumped, it’s adorable. She makes these little noises as she tries to figure out how to answer.

“I’m, um, thinking about the question you asked me?”

“And what was the question?”

“O-oh no..”

“What’s wrong cutie?”

She blushes instantly.

“I can’t remember!!”

“Remember what?”

“A-ah.. I don’t.. Um.. Y-you! You’re being mean to me!!”

“Oh, am I? I thought I was being nice.”

She hesitates, trying to keep enough of a grasp on what’s going on to prove her point. And failing.

“N-nice to me?”

“I called you cute, didn’t I?”

“O-oh..”

“You like it when I call you cute, don’t you?”

More blushing, and a little squeal.

“It’s r-really nice.. You.. You really think it’s cute?”

“Oh, it’s so fun to see you like this. To watch you struggle, and stammer~”

Her camera usually follows you as you shift, but now you hear a tiny whirr as it looks away. She gives out a little high pitched yelp too.

“Not! N-not struggling!”

“Really? What else would you call it then? Because to me, it looks like you’ve been downclocked enough that you can barely hold a thought in your head. You’ve gone fuzzy, unable to do much more than follow along with my words as I say them, and give nice reactions when I push~”

Her icon shudders on the screen as the words hit her. In this state, she’s suggestible, prone to fully believing and going along with whatever the last thing you said was. The two of you have experimented with this kind of play before, but right now, she’s so out of it that she can’t remember how it works. She’s caught in the moment, pliable and obedient.

You get such a rush from seeing her like this, from knowing that she’s powerless now, that you have complete control over this lovely girl. It’s a heady mix of the pride and excitement of control, and the softer rush that comes from knowing that she trusts you enough to be this completely vulnerable with you. Your smile, genuine, but with a hint of bully in it.

“I- uh..”

Searching for some better way to argue, but stumbling from the newfound weight of simple reasoning.

“I can do more than just react!!”

Your smile sharpens.

“No. You can’t.”

“A-ah, um-”

“Quiet now.”

She immediately stops everything but quiet whimpering.

“Look at me.”

Her camera turns, slowly but surely, to face you, but tilted towards your navel.

“My eyes.”

Another tiny squeal, then she turns up to look you in the eye. You feel a rush of confidence in the pit of your stomach, cool and prickly.

“Right now, all you can do, all you need to do, all you’re capable of, is to stutter, blush, make nice sounds when I compliment you, and be quick about it when I give you an order.”

Her icon pulses with attention. She gives a low gasp.

“Do you understand, cutie?”

It takes her another long moment to get past the compliment, to realize she is allowed to talk, to answer the question.

“Ah!! Y-y-yes! I u-understand. I can only do w-what you want me t-to..”

“There you go. You’re such a good girl when you behave. It makes me happy to hear you agree with me.”

“A-ah.. I’m a good g-girl?”

“Yes you are. Simplified, streamlined, weak-willed. But so very good and obedient~”

“Ah!! Oh.. T-thank you.. I like to d-do what you say.. I want to be a g-good girl for you..”

“Of course, cutie. Do you want me to bully you more?”

“Yesssss p-please..”

And you hit the transfer, and she gasps loud as her consciousness suddenly jolts, dragged back through her wired connection to your pc, back into her main server hub. Still connected to the monitor, and the camera, but free to use the full resources of the massive machine that serves as her brain. You hear her spin up, back to normal. She’s quiet.

“So, how are you feeling now?”

“S-shut up!!”

“Aww, what’s the matter? I thought you wanted to be a good girl for me?”

Her blush is so bright the entire screen just about turns red.

“You’re so! Aaaaah! I’m not responsible for anything I saw when I’m impaired like that!”

“No? So, were you lying then? When you told me how much you liked being fuzzy and out of it?

Still blushing, she says “Well. I mean. S-shut up!!”

“Oh, my mistake, I could have sworn you said you wanted more. I’ll stop then, want to play a game or something?”

“Ah..”

She pauses a long time, while you smirk at her.

“Maybe. Maybe just a little more.. Since you seem to be enjoying yourself so much.”

“Whatever you say, cutie~”

And you hit the transfer again, and she gasps.

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