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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 filledthe 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.
