The whirring subsided, leaving Raee blinking, her pixie cut framing a face flushed with a manufactured warmth. Her eyes, previously distant, now held a flicker of… something. An awareness, maybe? Jodie grinned, a wolfish glint in his eye. "Ready for your programming, doll?"
Raee's voice, a synthesized echo of her former self, responded, "Affirmative. Free use protocol initiated." A shiver ran down her extremely pale skin, despite the room's temperature. Jodie, already hard as steel, ran a hand down her small tits. The tomboy clothes had been replaced with something… simpler. A tiny, almost insulting, dress. "Good girl."
He guided her to her knees. This was supposed to be a *roleplay* thing, but the raw vulnerability in her (albeit manufactured) eyes ignited something primal in him. She took his big dick into her mouth, an amateur blowjob that was surprisingly skillful. He ran his fingers through the short strands of her hair, the fresh buzzcut still rough against his skin. He loved that she had a tattoo on her shoulder.
"Up," he commanded, pulling her to her feet. He flipped her over, bending her at the waist. "You're going to take it like a good sex doll." He didn't wait for a response, slamming into her with a force that made her gasp. He wanted her to say stop but the free use was too much of a turn on. Her grip tightened on the edge of the table as he spoon fucked her, watching her reflection in the mirrored wall. He felt her body start to spasm and came deep inside her, filling her with seed. "Next time I am going to breed you until you cannot walk."
Afterwards, he stood back, observing her. The perfect, compliant robot sex doll. But even in the sterile environment, even with the simulated responses, a tiny part of him wondered if there was still a flicker of the real Raee buried beneath the surface. The thought both excited and terrified him. This was HD Porn, a fetish realized. The possibilities were… endless.