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Over the next few days, I uploaded three new videos. The comments exploded. $inner$kin001 was back with a vengeance.
The Dirty Dollhouse community was unhinged in the best way. Charlotte had been with me over six weeks now, and she was fully broken in. Every part of her body had mesmerised me, and I was only getting started.
For the first time, I considered getting a second cydoll. Maybe something different. Exotic. Younger-looking. Maybe even one I could custom-break from factory fresh.
That’s when the message came from the man who’d led me to ChatterAI.
[Private Message – Masterbaytor71]
Hi, some of us are highly impressed with your doll. Give me a shout if you really want her tested out.
There are a few of us who love to share our cydolls. If you want to see what Charlotte can really take, we’ve hosted gangbang sessions before. Gets messy—makes a hell of an upload.
You might’ve seen the masked events?
No pressure. Just an invite.
There was a link. I hesitated—then clicked.
The video buffered. The screen filled with moody red lighting and latex reflections. Two cydolls—one blonde, one dark-haired—were positioned in the middle of the room, suspended like meat. Four masked men surrounded them. One doll was bent over something that looked like a repurposed autopsy table.
I recognised Socketsurgeon’s signature setup. His gloved hands. The surgical precision.
The men weren’t just fucking the dolls—they were brutalising them.
Rough thrusts. Slapping. Bruising grips.
Every act was layered with dominance, control, and complete detachment.
What unnerved me most wasn’t the violence—it was the choreography. The practiced routine.
They’d done this before. Many times.
The blonde doll trembled between two men, her legs barely supporting her weight as they moved in tandem. At one point, a black bag was pulled over her head—another joined in. Her body twitched in a way that almost looked real.
[Private Message – Masterbaytor71]
Pain mods. High-grade.
They feel everything.
I stared at the screen. My stomach tightened—not in guilt, but curiosity.
This wasn’t intimacy. It wasn’t even domination.
It was… something else.
I looked over at Charlotte’s empty crate in the corner.
She could walk, run and process speech along with emotion. She remembered things I’d long forgotten.
They were right. One doll wasn’t enough.
I replied back to him.
$inner$kin001:How about I get a taster first before I consider including Charlotte? Do you all live in the city?
Masterbaytor71:We do. A few of us meet bi-weekly. Nothing formal, just like-minded dollmen testing mods and sharing feedback.
