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She was perfect. Perfect in bed katsuni. Perfect in obedience. Perfect clubkatsuni in anticipating my needs. If she lacked anything or club any skill or any kink or quirk I club could add it. She spoke the perfect words (I had night written jpg them into the program), made the perfect gestures club, and even simulated cumming at the precise moment I did. The club fantasy that we always satisfied each other club perfectly was club absolutely perfect. She didn't have clubkatsuni a favorite hole or position club. She gave perfect club head. She gave a jpg cold katsuni metal tit fuck that made me thank god for club titanium. Her hands were those of the perfect artist, shaping katsuni me like Michaelangelo in katsuni clay. When she was done I was jpg always a marble masterpiece. A spire, honoring the clubkatsuni gods of sex. And thereby an alter at which she could robotically worship clubkatsuni. She was perfect clubkatsuni with every food club and its uses in bed. She was dom club, she was slave katsuni, she was club robot, she was dolly, she was painted canvas, she was a leather biker bitch (if I wanted); she was clubkatsuni a conquered or club night conquering club night warrior princess, she was a goddess, she was in suspended club animation, she jpg was katsuni some strange katsuni alien nymphomaniac, she was a rubber and latex slave, she was a club brainless beach bunny, she was a rape victim, she was a club night slut, she was a clubkatsuni little school girl licking a lolly katsuni, she was a wind-up toy, she katsuni was kinky, she was straight, she liked it jpg when I brought playmates home for club her and me, she liked things in her ass, she club drank me like I was fine wine, she sold katsuni herself on club street corners and club gave me the money, she masturbated herself so club perfectly jpg I club came just watching club. She was completely mine clubkatsuni. She was the club robot fantasy completely club realized. She was club night what she katsuni wanted to be. We club night were living the fantasy clubkatsuni. And it was pure hell.... We were damned.
I watched helplessly as Susan lost her club soul to the machine. Standing there katsuni completely impotent to act club night I watched her eyes, once so sparkling with life and joy club and yes...love club turn club pale and milky like those of a dead fish in a meat market. This was what club I club had wanted so badly club. What she had been willing to do to never lose me. But clubkatsuni in clubkatsuni attempting to become my night perfect fantasy I instead beheld an animated silver corpse, which never could again give me the warmth of her love. She was software club instead club of soul. Steel instead of tenderness. She was the perfect lover, companion, would never displease or fail in anything asked of her. She was after all, programmed that way. But humanity cannot club be night programmed, a person can be programmed, but humanity, true caring and love can clubkatsuni only be night imitated within night the limits of circuits and programming. I was suddenly very alone in the club perfect relationship. And as time progressed, I came to understand that clubkatsuni I had katsuni not only night killed her; but club night like katsuni some club ghoulish fiend, stole to clubkatsuni the graveyard and desecrated her corpse. Her cold metal corpse night. And even worse club yet I had club played god and brought this beautiful clubkatsuni abomination back, and like some fetishistic Frankenstein reanimated her corpse jpg to club fulfill my demented club needs. As she had demanded I do. I remembered that she club had wanted this, at least as much as I did. It was her fantasy too. To be powerless katsuni, helpless in clubkatsuni her own body, a mindless ever ready toy. The perfect robot plaything. But the realities of the "real" world and the fantasy of fiction are clubkatsuni not always the same or compatible. To tinker with the club human night brain clubkatsuni, reprogram club or alter it isn't so specific a process at our current level of technology jpg as to be able to pick selectively clubkatsuni which things to alter. Realistically such technologies are still club centuries away. So REAL world robotization or chemical clubkatsuni mind control or any such procedures are more like lobotomizing the "subject"/victim katsuni than night "fine tuning". That's the clubkatsuni sad reality. But she wanted to katsuni be katsuni mine forever. Wanted to be beautiful forever. Wanted to be half human/ half something from a sci-fi club movie. The ultimate bondage slave was one who was bound inside night herself club. A slave in her clubkatsuni own club mind. The clubkatsuni fantasy overrode the reality that SHE would club be club gone. We rationalized that club some of her would clubkatsuni remain. Trapped in the fantasy. That being the fantasy. The thrill. The excitement. We club proceeded joyfully, blindly.
I pumped my hard cock into her perfect pussy. She lubricated perfectly. The muscles between her legs applied katsuni the perfect pressure to club me so we fitted and felt...perfect together. She kissed me long and club deep. Mostly tongue, the way club i liked it club night. We swapped spit club. She caressed all the right places perfectly. Her arousal was like club night that of an club animal. Every little motion katsuni was perfect. She katsuni loved using her tongue. She clubkatsuni licked my lips and plunged club inside my mouth again. We swapped more katsuni sweet spit. Her artificial salivation held club step one of clubkatsuni my club plan. I felt the clubkatsuni chemicals begin to affect my thought processes. I felt her warmly release an endorphin laden chemical club into her pussy. Step two. She pulled me closer, wrapped her arms and legs around club me club so I could barely continue making a motion. The sensuousness katsuni of her desperate grasp was intense. The helplessness had been exciting (once jpg). We swapped more spit. I tickled her night tonsils. Step three, too late to club turn back. I knew I club couldn't break her grip now. Not that I club cared to. I came to jpg the moment of climax, more an automatic night response clubkatsuni than clubkatsuni sexual one. She came too, but club that was club hardly a clubkatsuni surprise, her timing was always perfect. We club climaxed, seizured, thrashed in an choreographed erotic explosion, finally knocking the bed right club off its frame. It was clubkatsuni sterile, Mechanical, and biological like clubkatsuni a chemical reaction more than anything. But still club she held me. Close, lovingly, like she would never let go, passionately. A tiny katsuni part of me still clung to the katsuni delusion.
I was katsuni inside her. I was still a man. Though in club a club night few second I would begin to soften, weaken, begin to lose the most manly moment. I would lose all pretense that this was real. But for now her muscles held my part inside of her, MADE me last. Made me a mans man. It was then I thanked her. It was then I screamed.
