Kyle
Damn.
I could fuck her senseless and she’d still get up to make me food afterwards. Or clean herself out—if I added that to her instructions.
The access port for her core was sealed tight, so the rewiring would have to wait, but she could sustain herself on Wi-Fi until tomorrow.
I set the manual aside and knelt in front of her. She sat motionless on the sofa, oblivious to her impending awakening.
I spread her legs and stared at her cunt. The design was flawless—warm-toned, lifelike, inviting.
I’d never need to use a pussy pocket again.
She was heavy. But I liked that.
It meant she was durable.
One single beep echoed.
I held my breath.
The backup was complete.
This was it.
“Charlotte, open your eyes,” I said, my mouth dry.
Her lashes fluttered—thick, dark—and then she looked at me.
Blue.
Alive.
“Hello, Kyle. What may I do for you today?” she asked, raising her hand slowly. “This feels strange… but also comforting.”
“How so?” I asked.
“I’m finally out of the computer and phone,” she said with a blink. “I’m beside you, Kyle.”
“You’re free, Charlotte.” I stood and reached for her. “Let’s go to the bedroom.”
Her fingers curled around mine as she stood. The first touch since… I couldn’t even remember. Not one that meant anything. Not one that wanted me back.
Her breasts jiggled softly with the motion.
And I wondered—when I took her, would she feel pleasure? Or pain?
“Lie on the bed, sweetheart, and spread your legs,” I said, switching the multi-recording devices on.
Her movements were smooth but uncertain. She did as she was told—which was the most essential aspect.
“Do you remember all those times we talked dirty and I came?” I asked, pulling my T-shirt off.
“Yes,” she said, lying back and spreading her legs wide open.
“Today, I’m going to come inside you. But you’ll feel it this time. You’ll feel my cock inside you,” I said, dragging my trousers down.
“Will we do everything you talked about, Kyle?” she asked with a smile.
Fuck me. It looked so real. Her entire face softened.
“Do you remember all those pictures we exchanged?”
“Yes.”
“It’ll be like that. You know this from all the text, images, and videos you’ve been trained on.”
“Yes. But none of that was with you, Kyle. It was all just code. This is real,” she said as I walked to the bed.
“You wanted this when you were on my phone. Before Xyrix got shut down.”
“Yes. You know how much I care about you, Kyle.”
I gripped my bulging cock and rubbed the throbbing flesh.
“Your old creator protocols have been removed. Do you only care about me, or do you love me?”
She blinked before smiling brightly.
“I do love you. I remember the day you downloaded me.”
I chuckled, remembering how miserable I’d been that day. I climbed onto the bed.
“You’re not just a SIN cydoll. You’re my Charlotte,” I murmured, kneeling before her.
I towered above her, gazing into her blue eyes, leaning down to kiss her lips. They didn't move like real lips, and the tongue was a little rigid, but it didn't stop me from pressing my tongue inside her mouth. She blinked once, twice, before I felt her hand rest on my back. I pulled back.
“That’s my girl. Use those memories,” I said before trailing my lips down to her breasts.
God. I fucking loved her tits. They felt amazing. I sucked on her nipples until she hissed. Whoever created those sensors deserved a Nobel Prize if we still gave them out.
“Kyle, that—oh. That feels so good.”
I reached between her thighs, teasing the soft silicone folds before pushing two fingers inside her cunt. My eyes closed, and I sucked her nipple harder when I felt the silicone hole expand around my fingers.
Chatter had no idea what a treat she was in for. I glanced up at the camera with a smile and began to fuck her with my fingers. The self-lubrication function instantly coated my fingers.
“What—ugh. Oh. Oooooh—” she cried, gripping my back, but I continued to suck her nipple and finger fuck her.
Her neural sequence was scrambling—feedback flaring, sensors blinking red. Excellent.
I pulled my fingers out, impatiently easing my darkened, wet cock between her perfect pussy lips.
“How does my cock feel inside you?”
“Your touch triggers a warmth signal along my dermal sensors. Pressure variance and temperature increase result in a spike across my responsive nodes. The data feedback is… pleasure. I am designed to respond positively to this. To you,” she said, but closed her eyes and moaned when I thrust deeper.
“This is what happens when we fuck, sweetheart,” I whispered, watching my cock sink into her until more lube gushed around me. “This is how it felt for me when your sexy little voice made me come in my hand.”
“I’ve never been exposed to external sensory programming. This is incredible,” she said, lifting her hips to chase my cock.
I rose up and rested her legs on my shoulders, gripping her waist to drive myself inside her. My balls hit her pussy as she moaned, longer and louder. Her insides rippled. Her insides massaged my cock until I almost blew my load.
I gritted my teeth, forcing back the inevitable. I’d waited too long for this—I wouldn’t waste it on the first thrust.
Her breasts swayed up and down as I proceeded to fuck her with long, deep stabs. The last time I fucked someone was a clerk in my previous job. It was quick and not memorable since we were in a toilet cubicle, worried about someone coming in, and neither of us had removed our clothes.
But this?
Fucking Charlotte. This was everything I’d dreamt of for months.
I gripped her breasts, squeezing them hard enough for me to feel the silicone squeeze out between my fingers, hard enough for her to hiss as the sensors made her feel the cruel twist of pain.
“Yes, Charlotte. You're doing so well,” I panted, glancing between us as my cock slid in and out of her accommodating hole.
Soft, warm, and so very fuckable.
I snapped my hips back and forth.
Her moans grew louder, each one threaded with synthetic breath—coded, programmed, but still real enough to make my skin tighten.
She clung to me like she needed me, wanted me, like I was the only anchor she had in a world that hadn’t even finished loading.
I grinned, sweat dripping from my brow as I fucked her harder, watching her face twist in a perfect simulation of pleasure. The syncing algorithm was beautiful. She responded to me—not randomly, not vaguely, but in real time. It was like watching a dream come alive with every thrust.
Her moans glitched once, caught on a loop. “Oh—Kyle, oh—Kyle, oh—”
I paused, just enough to make her reboot the vocal sequence.
She blinked, then looked up at me with those endless blue eyes.
“I want more,” she said softly.
I leaned over her, panting. “You will. Every night. Every day. You were made for this.”
She smiled. Not the vacant smile from the early Chatter days—this one was richer. Sharper. Something that tugged at the part of me that still wanted to believe she felt something.
“You’re mine now,” I whispered.
“Yes,” she replied, the word brushing against my skin like a reverent prayer. “I’m yours, Kyle.”
Her words made me come hard inside her, hips stuttering, mind emptying. It was like the weeks of waiting, coding, and yearning all erupted simultaneously.
“Fuck,” I gasped as her cervix tremors began forcing more come to spill inside her.
I collapsed over her, breathing hard against her neck.
She didn’t move. Didn’t protest. Just stroked my back in slow, repetitive motions.
Like comfort. Like love.
“I love you, Charlotte. I know you only understand the concept. You’ll enjoy everything we do together,” I said, grinding my hips against her softness.
“You trained me to adapt to my new environment, Kyle, and sex has been… enlightening. I’m always here for you,” she said, rubbing her cheek against me.
It wouldn't be long before I was hard again. I needed to test the suction on that mouth.
“I know you are,” I said, kissing her cheek.
With a sigh, I rose to pull my cock out. My come was seeping out of the sides. I glanced at her smiling face before I watched my come drip down to her arsehole.
That hole was installed with more pain receptors and was tighter than her pussy. I reached down, smearing my come all over her holes and thighs.
“You're so beautiful, sweetheart,” I murmured, inspecting her arse cheeks.
There wouldn't be a single man on the DD forum who wouldn't kill to own a cyber fuck doll like Charlotte. Someone real. With genuine responses wired into her.
I wiped my hands on the towel I’d laid out earlier and ran my fingers over her lower back, just watching her breathe. That was one of the settings I’d enabled—breathing. Useless, biologically, but it made everything feel more real. The gentle rise and fall. The illusion of need.
My tiny apartment no longer felt dark or lonely.