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“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.
