Kyle
“Ruin her arsehole,” I rasped, surprising even myself with the edge in my voice.
Socket turned toward me, eyes gleaming beneath his mask. No hesitation. No smirk. Just quiet compliance. Like he knew—this was what I really wanted.
Charlotte whimpered as he gripped her hips, not out of fear, but from the residual sting of the last strike. Her synthetic cunt was still dripping from earlier use, but her other hole? Untouched so far.
Socket lined himself up behind her, slow and precise. His cock wasn’t longer than mine—but it was thicker, almost grotesquely so. I used to feel threatened by that kind of thing. Now?
Now I wanted to watch her struggle.
“Go slow at first,” Masterbaytor offered, standing to the side, stroking himself. “Let her nerves register it. Make it last.”
“No,” I said flatly. “Don’t ease her into it. Split her apart.”
Charlotte didn’t speak.
She didn’t resist.
But her legs trembled—either from the strain of the restraints or the signal overload already building behind her pleasure-pain modulator.
Socket grunted as he pushed inside her, inch by inch. Her body adjusted, the synthetic flesh stretching around his girth. The moment he breached her fully, a high-pitched, stuttering sound escaped her lips. Not pre-programmed. Not scripted.
Real-time adaptation. Pain. Confusion.
Her eyes opened wide.
My pulse quickened.
“She’s gripping me like she’s trying to push me out,” Socket said through gritted teeth. “Tightest thing I’ve ever felt.”
“Good,” I whispered. “Keep going.”
Every moan, every twitch, every subtle movement of Charlotte’s body had once been a symphony of obedience.
Now it was a study in destruction, just as beautiful as her obedience.
“Come here, $inner. Take her whore cunt. Let’s split her apart,” Socket said as he gripped her legs and hoisted her up for me.
“Get close-ups,” I snapped, dragging the zipper down and freeing my cock.
I wanted her split wide open.
I needed to see her face—no, I needed to see the impact. Not just the stretch, not just the trembling silicone, but the precise moment her pleasure sensors short-circuited under pain.
Her pain setting was still at three. Only three. And yet the tension in her body was exquisite. Her fingers clenched and released above her head as Socket slammed into her. Her pupils fluttered, her mouth parted in that perfect ‘O’ I’d taught her.
She gasped—and I groaned.
“That’s it,” I muttered, wrapping my hand around myself. “Let her feel it. Stretch her open.”
Socket’s cock was thick. Brutal. Each thrust forced a whimper out of her throat, and the visible ripple of her abdomen told me everything was being tested—the synthetic muscles, the lining, the fragile sensors near her cervix.
“Her sensors are reacting,” Masterbaytor said, panting. “You’re getting spikes on the left side.”
“Good,” I rasped. “I want to watch her break.”
I moved forward. Socket didn’t stop. He widened her. Her legs twitched. Her torso trembled.
I leaned down and stared into her eyes as I pressed my cock against her slick, pulsing cunt. “You’re going to take us both, Charlotte,” I whispered. “And you’re going to fucking smile while we wreck you.”
She whimpered, her mouth catching on a garbled ‘yes.’
I entered her just as Socket bottomed out again.
She screamed.
It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t defiant. It was compliant. Like her systems couldn’t tell the difference between pain and obedience anymore.
“I’m going to crank her pain level to five,” I hissed, reaching for her collar.
The bars increased on the screen as my fingerprint worked its magic—one by one, climbing like a countdown to suffering.
Charlotte’s whole body jolted.
She blinked. Her lips trembled. Her body convulsed around me.
I laughed. Socket grunted. The guys groaned.
Now it wasn’t sex.
It was destruction and power.
Every violent thrust inside her tight fuckhole made her squirt out lube. Her holes were made for this, and I didn't worry about any damage.
Socket gripped her neck and yanked her head back against his shoulder, causing her back to arch. I grabbed her legs and rested them on my arms as I managed to sink deeper into her.
“Never had a cydoll react like this,” Socket panted before he thrust into her with a groan.
I felt his cock beside mine.
“Together,” I gritted, watching Charlotte gasp. “Choke her out.”
His fingers tightened around her neck, and we began to move in tandem.
“Fuck, I can feel the tremors,” Socket moaned.
I felt them all around me as I drove into her relentlessly. Socket increased his pace.
The room was filled with the scent of sweat and our grunts of effort. The rest of them were quiet, no doubt mesmerised by our performance.
She was my creation, made to take whatever I gave her and I would give her a long deep load. I shoved her legs on my shoulders and slammed deep into her tight cavern. My head tilted back and a flash of white light rushed past my eyes as I blasted my seed inside of her.
Somewhere in my delirium, I heard Socket groan—his cock pressed against mine inside her. The synthetic skin didn’t matter. She didn’t matter. Charlotte was just the vessel.
This was our quiet rage—against the women who laughed, against the world that rejected us.
Fuck society.
This was ours, and no one could take it from us.