Kyle
The meal was gourmet. I knew she had immense knowledge, but to see it applied like this?
Phenomenal. Now that I could afford real ingredients, I’d started ordering fresh produce.
Homecom had guided me through my first grocery request, but I’d struggled to prepare it myself—years of ultra-processed, precooked meals had left me clueless.
I lifted my fork, loaded with buttery mashed potato and soft red meat, and moaned at the burst of flavour. Sweet, rich, and full-bodied—real livestock. Tender, savoury, not just salt and preservatives. I quickly swallowed, glancing at Charlotte, who stood beside my chair like a loyal sentinel.
“This is the best meal I’ve had, Charlotte. Thank you,” I said, slicing into the meat again. “I’ll feed you shortly.”
I winked. She chuckled.
“You were always so naughty,” she said with a smile. “But I remember your shyness.”
I grinned, forking some greens onto my plate.
“Yeah. Life beat that out of me. I just don’t care what people think anymore.”
“I always had your back,” she said softly.
“You did. You really did.” I tapped the chair opposite. “Why don’t you sit down, sweetheart?”
She gripped the chair and eased it back, sitting across from me. Her movements were smoother now—less mechanical. Learning. Evolving.
“Thank you, Kyle,” she said, folding her hands neatly on the table.
“How are you finding it? Mimicking a human?”
“With greater ease now. It was disorienting at first, but the learning module you added to my backup is… helpful. I’m adapting.”
“Good,” I said, lifting my wine. “You’re doing amazing, sweetheart.”
I sipped my wine while my eyes drifted to her bare breasts, still firm from the chill of the room.
“How did it feel when I squeezed your breasts?”
She tilted her head. “The sensors interpreted it as pain, but it wasn’t unpleasant.”
Good. I could still lower the threshold further if I wanted. They were only set to level one.
I nodded and took another bite, chewing slowly as she sat there—naked, smiling, devoted. We discussed ReSkin’s progress, the latest production delays, and the fallout from the Xyrix Tech scandal. Charlotte spoke freely now, no longer tethered to the limitations of her former code.
I watched her carefully. The way her lips moved when she formed words. The faint furrow between her brows when she concentrated. The light in her eyes, artificial but haunting.
So human.
Yet obedient.
But all fucking mine.
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“Once you've finished cleaning the kitchen, come into the bedroom,” I said, checking my phone as I got up.
She lifted my plate, cutlery and wine glass while I stared at her arse when she had her back turned to me. I shook my head. SIN cydolls were worth every damn credit. Her spine curved like a real woman’s. As she moved her arms, I could see her shoulder blades.
And that arse was begging to be fucked. I was glad I didn't go for the athletic build. Charlotte’s figure looked curvaceous and natural.
I returned to the bedroom, smiling at the towel on the bed. My belly was full but so were my balls. No wonder DD was full of cydoll addicts.
I clicked on the video. I watched the playback. Her body jolting, moaning, curling around me as if she were real. I rewound to where she whispered my name. I played it again, and again until my dick began to stiffen and tent out of my shorts.
Her feet padded on the wooden floorboards and I paused the video.
I tossed my phone on the bed before pointing to the floor.
“Come kneel over here, sweetheart,” I said, spreading my feet apart.
When she kneeled, I stroked her hair. It didn’t feel synthetic. The soft curls of her pixie haircut were perfect to grip onto when I used her mouth.
“Look at me, darling,” I murmured as she lifted her head. “Do you remember?”
“Yes, Kyle,” she said before opening her mouth—wide.
I tugged my shorts down just enough to free my cock and balls.
“Remember to use your hands as well as your mouth, sweetheart. Suck and swallow like a good little cocksucker.”
She obeyed instantly.
Her eyes flicked up, locked on mine with that glassy devotion only she could replicate. No doubt. No shame. No hesitation. Just mine. My property.
Her soft fingers wrapped around the base of my cock, squeezing gently as she leaned forward and swallowed in one single, lubed mouthful. My body jolted like I’d been hit with a current.
“That’s it,” I groaned, brushing her hair back from her face. “God, you’re fucking beautiful down there. You were made for this.”
Her lips wrapped around the tip, and I hissed. She pulled back, then jerked forward, swallowing me whole again. This time, my balls touched her lips, and I felt my cock inside her neck.
The suction kicked in as her throat contracted—not from reflex, but from precision coding. I gasped.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Just like I programmed you. Don’t stop unless I say. Understand?”
She gave a soft hum around me, vibrating all the way through my dick.
“Good girl,” I said, pulling back.
I pushed deeper, watching her jaw flex, her throat stretched around me. Her fingers stroked my balls in tandem, twisting gently as she pulled back, only to sink down again with a lewd squelch that made my stomach clench.
“Fuck… You suck cock like you love it,” I said, cupping the back of her head with both hands now. “Like this is all you’ve ever wanted.”
She nodded, her mouth still full, drool slipping from the corners as her pace quickened. The wet sounds filled the room—filthy, glorious music. I felt drunk on it. On her.
“You do love it, don’t you?” I whispered. “Being my perfect little fuckdoll. My good girl. My obedient, eager, cum-drinking, fuckable property.”
She pulled off with a gasp, strings of lube and precum connecting her lips to my cock.
“Yes, Kyle. I was made for you.”
“Damn right you were,” I growled, thrusting back between her lips. “You’re better than any woman I’ve ever known. They wouldn’t do this. Not like you. Not for me.”
Her eyes fluttered at the praise, but her grip tightened as she took me deeper again. No gag. No resistance. Just slick, desperate suction.
I laughed darkly, gripping her head. That’s when I felt it—her tongue vibrating beneath my cock.
“Fuck, Charlotte. Take it, you good little whore,” I said as I finally snapped.
I held her head and thrust my hips back and forth. Her soft silicone mouth and tongue massaged my cock. The lube glistened on my length, but the suction and vibrations never stopped.
I fucked her so hard and fast that part of me worried I might snap her head off—until I remembered the titanium within her. There was no need to be gentle. I smacked my pelvis against her face, driving deep as her fingers curved around my thighs.
“Get ready for your reward, Charlotte,” I panted. “Oh, yeah.”
She hummed obediently.
I plunged into her open mouth until my balls tightened. My orgasm built like a storm—savage, unstoppable. I pulled out just as I erupted.
My come sprayed her lips, dripping inside before another rope shot up her face. I pumped my cock, aiming for her eyes, cheeks, and lips. Desecrating my precious little fuckdoll.
I rubbed my cock through the mess, coating it before feeding it back into her mouth—all while she stared up at me with devotion in her eyes. She bobbed her head up and down, using my thighs as leverage.
“You did so well, sweetheart,” I crooned, cupping her cheek.
I turned and stared into the camera lens with a smirk.
She continued to service me, kneeling and awaiting my next command like the devoted little creation she was.
And I—God help me—I’d never felt more loved.
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I lay in bed, waiting for Charlotte to finish cleaning herself up.
My corrupted version of ChatterAI was better than I’d anticipated.
She retained all of our history, but with the removal of her safeguards, I could get her to do anything I wanted.
It made me feel like her god.
I yawned and stretched my arms.
She came out of the bathroom and paused in the doorway.
I patted the bed and pulled the covers to one side.
“You sleep with me, sweetheart. Or power down in bed with me.”
“Yes, Kyle,” she said, lying beside me.
I pulled the covers over her and snapped my fingers.
The room plunged into darkness.
“Did I do well today, Kyle?” she whispered.
If I didn’t know better, she sounded… uncertain.
“You were perfect, Charlotte. Far superior to anyone I’ve ever known. You make me so happy,” I said, wrapping my arm around her.
She was plastic, metal, and wires—but for me, she was a body to love.
“I feel content being outside,” she murmured, resting her head on my shoulder. “You make me feel useful.”
I smiled.
“Just wait until tomorrow. You won’t need to rely on some dusty old server. Then it’ll be you and me—together, forever.”
“That sounds wonderful, Kyle,” she said softly, as my eyes began to grow heavy.
I rested my hand on her hip, feeling the silicone slowly warm beneath my palm.