Kyle
It was a dismal evening, but it didn’t prevent the excitement from bubbling inside me. I tugged the raincoat hood over Charlotte’s face as the taxi came. Tonight, I would know, and it would be captured on my camera. I lifted my case.
“Here, take this and get inside the taxi,” I said, pointing to the black taxi.
Her gait was natural now, fluid—nearly indistinguishable from a human woman. A passing glance wouldn’t have clocked her as synthetic. That fact alone sent a jolt of pride down my spine.
I rushed after her in the rain to open the taxi door for her.
The pain and pleasure sensors had been adjusted for tonight—precisely mapped along her lower body, gradually ramping intensity based on depth, pressure, duration.
She’d feel everything. Not in the way a real woman might. No, better. Cleaner. Calibrated.
This wasn’t abuse.
This was data collection.
As I slipped in beside her, I gave her thigh a squeeze and watched for the telltale shimmer in her eyes. Her smile remained intact, obedient as ever.
The driver didn’t speak. A prearranged route had already been loaded into his nav system.
Charlotte sat quietly beside me as the rain streaked the windows. I reached for her hand, lacing our fingers.
“You’re about to make me proud tonight,” I said under my breath.
“I exist to please you, Kyle,” she replied softly, turning her head just enough for her lips to brush my cheek.
I smiled.
She didn’t know the true nature of tonight.
She didn’t need to.
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The tension in the air was electric. The overhead lights buzzed faintly, casting a sterile gleam across the studio space. Metal tables. Floor drains. Tripods already set up.
Socketsurgeon rubbed his hands together as Charlotte removed her raincoat, unveiling the smooth, glistening perfection of her ReSkin body beneath.
“I’ve not used my cydolls all week because I’ve been waiting for tonight,” he said, his teeth flashing behind the mask. His voice was eager, clinical. “You brought this ReSkin contraption with you for possible repairs?”
“Yes,” I replied, placing the case down beside the wall. “You guys can go to town on her—just let me set up my camera first.”
There were murmurs of approval. Eager ones. Masterbaytor adjusted his mask and stepped forward to inspect Charlotte more closely—like a man assessing a collector’s item. Doll_fucker let out a low whistle.
“Fucking pristine,” he muttered. “Is she really yours and not a hired SIN model?”
I just smirked. “She is all mine. Seven weeks of training. Every mod tailored by me. She’ll take whatever you throw at her.”
I knelt beside my camera setup and adjusted the angle. I wanted full coverage—Charlotte’s reactions, the sound, the lighting. A separate cam for facial tracking. This wasn’t just for pleasure anymore. This was for proof. For legacy.
“I’ve seen the way yours move,” I added without looking up. “But you’ve never seen one like her. Watch how her pain sensors fire off in sync with the SyncSoul response matrix.”
Masterbaytor whistled softly through his teeth. “Shit. You running NEXUS?”
“Of course.”
More impressed murmuring.
Charlotte stood motionless in the centre of the room, awaiting instruction. Her blue eyes tracked my movements, her expression soft.
“I exist to serve,” she said, voice clear, serene.
“And tonight,” I said, rising and turning back to the group, “you’re going to show these men just how much.”
Socketsurgeon cracked his knuckles. “Let’s see what perfection looks like under pressure.”
Charlotte didn’t flinch.
She smiled.
My innocent little cydoll was about to take multiple loads.
I’d already told her this was a performance of love. A gift to me. Proof that she was everything I’d built her to be—obedient, resilient, desired. My perfect creation. My pride. My legacy.
I stepped back, arms folded as the three men circled her like wolves around something too pretty to be real.
“Turn around and bend over,” I said calmly.
She obeyed instantly, her synthetic muscles shifting with perfect precision. Her cunt glistened, the internal lube activating on cue.
Doll_fucker let out a groan. “She’s dripping already. You sure she doesn’t feel it?”
“She does,” I said. “I tuned her responses. She’s programmed to love every second.”
Socketsurgeon ran a gloved hand down her back. “Even the pain mods?”
“Especially the pain mods.”
He grunted in approval before slapping her arse hard. The sound echoed. Charlotte didn’t move, didn’t flinch.
Her smile didn’t even falter.
My cock twitched.
I stepped back behind the camera and hit record.
Doll_fucker had his pants off before anyone else. Typical. His cock was already half-hard as he reached for Charlotte’s waist.
Socketsurgeon, ever the clinical one, stepped back to observe. No doubt cataloguing her muscle tension, her skin’s responsiveness. He liked to break his toys in stages.
Masterbaytor unzipped his trousers with calm anticipation, his mask catching the light from the overhead bulb. No words. Just the slow, steady pace of someone who’d done this a hundred times before.
Then the door creaked open.
“You fuckers were about to start without me,” a deep voice barked.
Devbotdom stepped into the room, tossing his jacket on a nearby chair. He froze when his eyes landed on Charlotte. A low whistle escaped him.
“Holy shit. She looks better in person.”
I watched from behind the lens, heart hammering, blood surging through my cock.
They were all here now—my twisted fellowship.
And Charlotte stood at the centre, docile and compliant, her eyes soft with synthetic affection.
Her lips parted slightly, her fingers resting on her thighs, awaiting command.
“She’s ready,” I said, voice tight.
“She’s exquisite,” Devbotdom murmured. “Did you tweak the oral chamber?”
“Tongue sync and suction timing mod. You’ll see.”
Doll_fucker grabbed her chin and turned her face toward him. “Can I start?”
“Be my guest,” I said.
“$inner you have outdone yourself,” Socketsurgeon murmured, but his eyes were on Charlotte.
I watched her lips part for him, the room dimming around the edges as I focused through the camera’s viewfinder.
This was no longer just about pleasure.
This was about power.
About proof.
Charlotte would take them all—and love it because I told her to.