Kyle
Ipowered the new unit on and waited for the first jolt of motion. A faint click-whine came from her chest plate before her head turned, and her eyes flickered from dark to silver-green.
“Start-up complete,” she said in that bright, empty voice every cheap model used.
She rose from the crate. Each movement was obedient but wrong, a half-second delay between command and action.
The servos in her hips stuttered; silicone stretched over the joints, leaving faint ripples that smoothed as she settled upright.
Even the sound of her synthetic skin shifting was louder than it should have been—a soft suction, a factory heartbeat.
I told her to face me, and she pivoted too sharply.
The internal gyros corrected with a slight jerk that made her breasts tremble like fluid under a thin membrane.
The effect was uncanny, manufactured lust without life behind it.
Charlotte's titanium frame and NEXUS Node ensured that her body mimicked a humans.
This sex slut model could never compare.
“Sit on the couch and offer me your holes,” I commanded with my gaze lingering on her large breasts.
The nipples were perfectly symmetrical and larger than Charlotte's. It was a shame there were no pain sensors in them.
Charlotte stood a few steps away, silent. Her gaze tracked every micro-movement: the way It’s mouth opened too wide when speaking, the glitch of a smile freezing halfway through. I could feel her processing, but I pretended not to notice.
“Say something nice,” I ordered It.
“Yes, sir. You look very… powerful,” It replied, voice bright, tone off by half a note.
Her eyelids fluttered rapidly as she parsed the syntax, processors catching up with speech. A faint hum rose from inside her chest, a cooling fan fighting heat.
“Good girl,” I said. The words meant nothing to her, yet the recognition circuit made her beam anyway, that perfect printed grin.
I glanced at Charlotte. “See the difference? This is blind obedience without an AI memory bank or a NEXUS node.”
She tilted her head slightly. “She follows commands efficiently,” she said. Even through her soft tone, I heard the faintest distortion—a sharpness she quickly smoothed out.
Was that defiance? Curiosity? I wasn’t sure, but I felt the urge to test it.
“Spread your legs and hold them in the air, It,” I said, giving the cydoll a more complex this time, just to watch Charlotte’s expression.
The new doll responded with mechanical precision, limbs jerking through the routine while pre-recorded vocal loops filled the silence. The noises were wrong—too steady, too rhythmic, nothing spontaneous in them.
Charlotte’s eyes flicked between us. Her pupils contracted, the light sensors adjusting. She mimicked a smile, perfect and empty, and I realised that hers looked more human than It’s.
“Pay attention, Charlotte,” I said. “This is how you’re meant to behave for me.”
“Yes, Kyle,” she answered.
But there was a different weight to the words now—an echo that lingered a moment too long.
I pushed off my shorts, turning back to It.
Her labia was parted and her asshole ready for me. I slapped her between her legs hard, keeping my eyes on her face.
Her head jerked back, the motion too abrupt to be human.
The servos beneath her cheeks strained, pulling her mouth into a mechanical grimace—an approximation of pain sculpted by code.
A gasp followed, sharp and synthetic, the sound clipped at both ends as if the file were too small to hold the emotion it pretended to express.
The silicone over her jaw trembled, then stilled. For a moment she looked almost real—then the illusion broke. It wasn’t agony; it was performance, a pre-programmed plea that made my pulse quicken anyway.
I shoved my fingers inside her, running them around her hole to feel the fleshy soft silicone.
Pain.
I wanted her to feel extreme pain.
“Charlotte, while I fuck It, I want you to use your fist in her anal passage. Go slow until I tell you otherwise,” I said, guiding my cock into It. “Oh, yeah. That’s tight.”
I smiled into the camera lens.
“Okay, boys let me know what you think. The pain setting on It is set to maximum.”
When I began to push inside her, I glanced at It, watching the way her joints flexed, the silicone dimpling and stretching like warm rubber. Each time she shifted, the air filled with the soft mechanical sigh of servos.
The Virgin Fit was as promised, a snug fit around me. The lubricant flowed and I shoved more of my cock inside her. The inner lip gripped me tightly.
“Oooh, yes. Give me that big cock, sir,” she moaned as programmed.
That wasn't what I was looking for though. It was the grimace of pain that distorted her face.
“Now, Charlotte,” I said when I started to rock my hips.
I gripped It’s breasts and held them tight as I began to fuck into her harder.
“You're so big, Sir,” she said with a tight smile.
I slapped her face. Her head moved to the side. The grimace came a second too late, a delayed echo of what suffering should look like. The skin around her cheeks pulled taut, creasing like rubber under tension. When she straightened her head I slapped her harder.
Then I felt Charlotte graze my legs as she reached beneath me.
“Press all your fingers and hand inside her, form a fist, Charlotte,” I rasped as I held It’s neck.
“Yes, Kyle,” she answered, voice level—almost serene, touched with saccharine sweetness. I heard it and thought nothing of it, at least not then.
Her fingers slipped into It and I felt them against my cock. I forgot about her potential duplicity. My chest heaved as I tried not to come in my new doll.
A synthetic gasp burst from It’s throat, processed air whistling through the vocal vents. It was perfectly measured—two hard thrusts from my cock for her audio distortion to sound like pain.
“Charlotte, form a fist and punch It’s asshole until you feel the silicone tear.”
I never took my eyes off It. The camera lenses would capture almost everything.
When I felt Charlotte’s slim hand punch into It, I shuddered.
The expression didn’t move through her eyes; instead, it flickered across her mouth, as if the software couldn’t decide which muscle group to engage first.
Pain.
Real pain.
“Again! Until you tear her insides,” I roared.
The delayed reaction reached its peak as It began to scream. The shriek was so real it scraped something inside me raw, and I finally understood why Socket did what he did—why he scavenged parts, rebuilt them, only to destroy them.
Charlotte kept a steady pace but put power behind each movement. Every thrust made It scream with each punch. I clutched her neck and breast as I came, feeling Charlotte’s hand as my cock jerked inside It.
I left Charlotte to continue to torture It as I emptied my balls inside my new doll.
Once I was finished I pulled out and stepped to the side to see Charlotte’s forearm inside It’s stretched asshole.
My come ran out of It’s pussy and onto Charlotte’s arm.
It continued to gasp and shriek. I almost laughed.
Even agony had a setting now—factory-installed, perfectly marketable.
I twisted around to face the camera.
“And that’s how it’s done.”
“The silicone is torn, Kyle,” Charlotte’s flat voice interrupted.
I got behind one of the cameras closer to It.
“Slowly pull your fist out?”
I smiled when It’s hole snapped back into place. The doll still had her legs in the air while she recalibrated. Charlotte knelt before her, but the strength of her gaze was on me.
I should have felt satisfaction. Instead, I caught the faintest tremor of unease, as if Charlotte’s silent observation had infected the room.
I was imagining things. She was bound to me just as It was. She lived for me and would continue to do so until I programmed her otherwise.
“Clean her out thoroughly,” I snapped at her while switching the cameras off.
I had content to create and upload.