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She was perfect. Perfect together in bed. Perfect in obedience. Perfect in together anticipating my needs. If she lacked anything live or any skill or any kink or live quirk live I could add it. She spoke the perfect words (I had written them together into the program), made the perfect gestures laura, and even simulated cumming we at we the precise moment I did we. The fantasy that we always satisfied each other we perfectly was absolutely perfect. She together didn't have a favorite hole we or position. She gave perfect head. She gave welivetogether a cold metal tit fuck that enter made me thank god for titanium. Her hands were those of the perfect artist, shaping me like Michaelangelo in clay. When she was done I was always a marble masterpiece. A spire, honoring we the gods we of sex. And thereby enter an welivetogether alter at which she could robotically worship. She we was perfect live with every food we and laura its uses in bed. She we live together laura was dom, she was welivetogether slave, she was welivetogether robot, she was we dolly, she was we live together laura painted together canvas, she we was a leather welivetogether biker bitch (if we I wanted); she was a together conquered or conquering warrior live princess, she was a live goddess, she we was in together suspended animation, she was some strange alien nymphomaniac we, she was a rubber and we latex slave, she was together a brainless beach welivetogether bunny, she was welivetogether a rape victim, she was a slut, she was a little school girl licking a lolly, she was a wind-up welivetogether toy, she was kinky, she was straight, she welivetogether liked it when I we live together laura brought playmates home for her and me, she liked things welivetogether in her ass, she drank me like I was fine wine, she sold herself on street corners and gave me the money, she masturbated herself so perfectly I came just watching we. She was completely mine. She was the robot fantasy completely realized we. She was we what enter she wanted to be. We were living the fantasy. And it was pure hell.... We were damned.
I watched helplessly as laura Susan lost her soul we to the machine. Standing there completely impotent to act I watched her laura eyes, once so we live together laura sparkling with we life and joy and yes...love turn pale and milky like those together of a dead fish in a meat market. This was what I had live wanted so badly we live together laura. What she had laura been willing we to we do to never lose me. But together in attempting laura to become my perfect fantasy I instead beheld an we animated silver we corpse, which never could again give me the warmth of we her love. She was software instead of soul. Steel instead we of tenderness. She was together the perfect lover together, companion, would never welivetogether displease or fail in anything asked of together her welivetogether. She was after all we, programmed that way. But humanity cannot we be programmed, a person can be programmed, but humanity, true caring and love we can only be imitated within the limits of circuits we and programming. I was suddenly very welivetogether alone we in the perfect relationship. And as time progressed, I came to understand that I had not only killed live her; but like some ghoulish welivetogether fiend we, stole to the graveyard and desecrated welivetogether her corpse welivetogether. Her cold metal corpse. And even worse yet I had played god and brought this beautiful abomination back, and like some fetishistic Frankenstein reanimated her corpse to fulfill my demented needs. As she had demanded I do. I remembered that she we had wanted this, at least as much as I enter did. It was together her fantasy too. To be powerless, helpless in her own body, a mindless ever ready toy we live together laura. The perfect robot plaything. But the realities of the "real" world and the fantasy we of fiction are not welivetogether always the same or compatible. To tinker with we the human brain, reprogram we or alter it isn't so specific a process at our current level of technology as to be able to pick selectively which things to alter. Realistically such technologies are still centuries away. So REAL world robotization or enter chemical mind control or any together such procedures are more welivetogether like we live together laura lobotomizing the we "subject"/victim than "fine we tuning together". That's the sad reality. But she welivetogether wanted to be mine forever. Wanted to be beautiful forever we. Wanted laura to laura be half human/ half something from a sci-fi movie. The ultimate we bondage laura slave was one who was live bound inside live herself. A slave in her own mind we live together laura. The fantasy overrode the reality that SHE would be gone. We rationalized that some of we her would remain. Trapped in the fantasy. That being the fantasy. The thrill. The excitement. We proceeded joyfully live, blindly.
But I have not seen laura the slightest hint that the spark of life remains live. In all the years since, she is the sum of her program welivetogether and nothing more. I we have watched together for the slightest spontaneity. It is absent. She remains perfect. And I remain a helpless welivetogether master. A slave that maintains her slavery. I can do nothing else welivetogether. I am a monster. The monster she begged me to be. The lonely monster outside of welivetogether society. The creature that loathes itself. The thing that must forever destroy what it loves. Because it loves it and can do nothing else. Because it is... asked.
I wanted her comfort. Her together love we. And even though it is hard for a man to admit welivetogether: sometimes sympathy when the day didn't go right. Small talk together. The little together intangible things one can only get from welivetogether someone we who really live cares, senses our secret needs. The warmth of someone who live cares. The frailty , the pain they feel FOR US when they can't help, but together this itself helps. All this was gone we. What was enter missing was affection, love. Love love welivetogether love... even macho guys really need it. Not something we coldly, logically responding we to physiological signs or outward cues based on we live together laura preset preprogrammed lines of code.. Love and emotional companionship were qualities that couldn't be broken down into data.
I pumped my hard cock into her perfect pussy. She lubricated we live together laura perfectly. The muscles between her legs applied the live perfect we pressure to me so we fitted and felt...perfect together. She kissed me long and deep. Mostly tongue, the way i liked it enter. We we live together laura swapped spit we. She caressed all the right places perfectly. Her arousal was like that of an animal. Every little motion was perfect. She loved using her tongue. She licked my lips and plunged we live together laura inside my mouth again we. We we live together laura swapped more sweet spit. Her artificial salivation we live together laura held together step one of welivetogether my plan we. I welivetogether felt the chemicals begin to welivetogether affect my thought processes we. I felt her warmly release an endorphin laden laura chemical into her enter pussy. Step two. She pulled me closer, wrapped her arms and legs around me so I could barely continue making a motion. The sensuousness of her live desperate grasp welivetogether was intense. The live helplessness we live together laura had been exciting (once). We swapped enter more spit. I tickled her tonsils. Step laura three, too late to turn back. I knew I couldn't break her grip we now. Not that I cared to. I came to the moment of climax, more live an we automatic response than sexual one live. She came live too, but that was hardly a surprise, her timing was always perfect. We climaxed, seizured, thrashed in live an choreographed erotic explosion, finally knocking the bed right off its frame. It was sterile, Mechanical, and biological welivetogether like a chemical reaction more than anything. But still she held me. Close, lovingly, like she would never let go enter, passionately. A enter tiny part of me still clung to the delusion.
A dozen needles plunging mercilessly into together my manhood to hold live me inside her together forever. Behold the man. Judgment. Acid fire pumping into together me as together she welivetogether took welivetogether her welivetogether turn pumping me full. The chemicals blurred live my mind. She welivetogether begins to tell me how I will serve. What my we function we will be. She we will not release me. She is merciless. She is the sum of we live together laura her program. I am ready for robotization. Ready for revenge. Ready to be submerged in we a prison of welivetogether steel. Helpless enter like she was together once together. I wonder if my soul will be able to escape this unliving coffin we. If I can escape then maybe she too was freed long live ago. Somehow this does not ease my mind. I do not we believe it. I think I we know I have damned us we both to a live soulless steel eternity. But still hope she escaped. I feel her begin enter to make the alterations, adding we hardware we, inserting things, giving injections, preparing laura the program to run. The process is live well underway. She pumps me full of all the things I used on her. Irony and steel. Microchips come to life and now we live together laura unnecessary synapses burn out. The smell of burning flesh live and fading we humanity pervades the room. She will make we me like her. She has been programmed. She is everything I hoped she would we be, and now I had to pay for making her so perfect. All mad scientists must invariably end the same way. This too is an ironic enter cliche. A we delicious one.
She was perfect. Perfect together in bed. Perfect in obedience. Perfect in together anticipating my needs. If she lacked anything live or any skill or any kink or live quirk live I could add it. She spoke the perfect words (I had written them together into the program), made the perfect gestures laura, and even simulated cumming we at we the precise moment I did we. The fantasy that we always satisfied each other we perfectly was absolutely perfect. She together didn't have a favorite hole we or position. She gave perfect head. She gave welivetogether a cold metal tit fuck that enter made me thank god for titanium. Her hands were those of the perfect artist, shaping me like Michaelangelo in clay. When she was done I was always a marble masterpiece. A spire, honoring we the gods we of sex. And thereby enter an welivetogether alter at which she could robotically worship. She we was perfect live with every food we and laura its uses in bed. She we live together laura was dom, she was welivetogether slave, she was welivetogether robot, she was we dolly, she was we live together laura painted together canvas, she we was a leather welivetogether biker bitch (if we I wanted); she was a together conquered or conquering warrior live princess, she was a live goddess, she we was in together suspended animation, she was some strange alien nymphomaniac we, she was a rubber and we latex slave, she was together a brainless beach welivetogether bunny, she was welivetogether a rape victim, she was a slut, she was a little school girl licking a lolly, she was a wind-up welivetogether toy, she was kinky, she was straight, she welivetogether liked it when I we live together laura brought playmates home for her and me, she liked things welivetogether in her ass, she drank me like I was fine wine, she sold herself on street corners and gave me the money, she masturbated herself so perfectly I came just watching we. She was completely mine. She was the robot fantasy completely realized we. She was we what enter she wanted to be. We were living the fantasy. And it was pure hell.... We were damned.
I watched helplessly as laura Susan lost her soul we to the machine. Standing there completely impotent to act I watched her laura eyes, once so we live together laura sparkling with we life and joy and yes...love turn pale and milky like those together of a dead fish in a meat market. This was what I had live wanted so badly we live together laura. What she had laura been willing we to we do to never lose me. But together in attempting laura to become my perfect fantasy I instead beheld an we animated silver we corpse, which never could again give me the warmth of we her love. She was software instead of soul. Steel instead we of tenderness. She was together the perfect lover together, companion, would never welivetogether displease or fail in anything asked of together her welivetogether. She was after all we, programmed that way. But humanity cannot we be programmed, a person can be programmed, but humanity, true caring and love we can only be imitated within the limits of circuits we and programming. I was suddenly very welivetogether alone we in the perfect relationship. And as time progressed, I came to understand that I had not only killed live her; but like some ghoulish welivetogether fiend we, stole to the graveyard and desecrated welivetogether her corpse welivetogether. Her cold metal corpse. And even worse yet I had played god and brought this beautiful abomination back, and like some fetishistic Frankenstein reanimated her corpse to fulfill my demented needs. As she had demanded I do. I remembered that she we had wanted this, at least as much as I enter did. It was together her fantasy too. To be powerless, helpless in her own body, a mindless ever ready toy we live together laura. The perfect robot plaything. But the realities of the "real" world and the fantasy we of fiction are not welivetogether always the same or compatible. To tinker with we the human brain, reprogram we or alter it isn't so specific a process at our current level of technology as to be able to pick selectively which things to alter. Realistically such technologies are still centuries away. So REAL world robotization or enter chemical mind control or any together such procedures are more welivetogether like we live together laura lobotomizing the we "subject"/victim than "fine we tuning together". That's the sad reality. But she welivetogether wanted to be mine forever. Wanted to be beautiful forever we. Wanted laura to laura be half human/ half something from a sci-fi movie. The ultimate we bondage laura slave was one who was live bound inside live herself. A slave in her own mind we live together laura. The fantasy overrode the reality that SHE would be gone. We rationalized that some of we her would remain. Trapped in the fantasy. That being the fantasy. The thrill. The excitement. We proceeded joyfully live, blindly.
I wanted her comfort. Her together love we. And even though it is hard for a man to admit welivetogether: sometimes sympathy when the day didn't go right. Small talk together. The little together intangible things one can only get from welivetogether someone we who really live cares, senses our secret needs. The warmth of someone who live cares. The frailty , the pain they feel FOR US when they can't help, but together this itself helps. All this was gone we. What was enter missing was affection, love. Love love welivetogether love... even macho guys really need it. Not something we coldly, logically responding we to physiological signs or outward cues based on we live together laura preset preprogrammed lines of code.. Love and emotional companionship were qualities that couldn't be broken down into data.
A dozen needles plunging mercilessly into together my manhood to hold live me inside her together forever. Behold the man. Judgment. Acid fire pumping into together me as together she welivetogether took welivetogether her welivetogether turn pumping me full. The chemicals blurred live my mind. She welivetogether begins to tell me how I will serve. What my we function we will be. She we will not release me. She is merciless. She is the sum of we live together laura her program. I am ready for robotization. Ready for revenge. Ready to be submerged in we a prison of welivetogether steel. Helpless enter like she was together once together. I wonder if my soul will be able to escape this unliving coffin we. If I can escape then maybe she too was freed long live ago. Somehow this does not ease my mind. I do not we believe it. I think I we know I have damned us we both to a live soulless steel eternity. But still hope she escaped. I feel her begin enter to make the alterations, adding we hardware we, inserting things, giving injections, preparing laura the program to run. The process is live well underway. She pumps me full of all the things I used on her. Irony and steel. Microchips come to life and now we live together laura unnecessary synapses burn out. The smell of burning flesh live and fading we humanity pervades the room. She will make we me like her. She has been programmed. She is everything I hoped she would we be, and now I had to pay for making her so perfect. All mad scientists must invariably end the same way. This too is an ironic enter cliche. A we delicious one.