Young Slutty

     I watched helplessly as Susan lost slutty her soul to the slutty machine. Standing there big completely impotent to act I watched her big eyes, once so big sparkling with life big and joy and yes...love turn pale and milky like bigandslutty those of a dead young fish in a meat market bigandslutty. This was bigandslutty what young I had wanted so slutty badly. What she had been willing big to do to slutty never lose me. But in attempting to become my perfect fantasy I instead beheld an animated silver corpse, which never could again give me the warmth of her big love and. She was software instead of soul. Steel instead young slutty of bigandslutty tenderness. She was the perfect lover, companion, would never displease or fail big in anything asked young of her. She slutty was after all, programmed that way. But humanity cannot big be programmed, a person can be programmed, but humanity bigandslutty, true caring and love big can only be imitated within the big limits of circuits and programming. I was suddenly bigandslutty very alone in the perfect relationship and. And as time progressed, I came bigandslutty to understand free that I bigandslutty had not only killed her; but like some ghoulish fiend, stole to the graveyard big and desecrated her corpse. Her cold metal corpse. And even worse young yet I had played god and big brought this beautiful abomination back, and like some fetishistic Frankenstein reanimated her corpse to and fulfill my demented needs. As she had demanded slutty I do. I remembered that she had wanted this, at least bigandslutty as much as I did. It was bigandslutty her fantasy too. To be powerless, helpless in her free own body, a mindless ever ready toy. The perfect young slutty robot plaything. But the realities of the "real" world and the fantasy young slutty of fiction are not always the same or compatible. To tinker bigandslutty with the human brain big, reprogram or alter it isn't so specific big a process at our big current level of technology as to be able to pick selectively which things bigandslutty to alter big. Realistically such technologies free are still centuries away. So REAL world robotization or chemical mind control or big any such procedures are more like lobotomizing the big "subject"/victim than "fine tuning". That's the sad reality. But she young wanted to be mine forever big. Wanted to be beautiful forever. Wanted to be half human bigandslutty/ half big something from a sci-fi movie. The ultimate bondage slave was one who was bound inside herself bigandslutty. A slave in her own mind. The fantasy overrode the reality that SHE would be gone. We rationalized that some of her big would remain bigandslutty. Trapped in the free fantasy and. That being the fantasy. The thrill. The big excitement. We big proceeded joyfully, blindly.
     A dozen needles plunging mercilessly into young my slutty manhood to hold me inside her free forever. Behold the man. Judgment. Acid fire pumping into me as she took her turn pumping me full. The chemicals blurred my mind free. She begins to tell me how I will serve big. What my function will be. She will young slutty not release me. She is free merciless. She is the sum of young slutty her big program. I am ready big for robotization. Ready for revenge. Ready to be submerged in a young prison of big steel. Helpless like she was once. I wonder if my soul will be able slutty to escape this bigandslutty unliving coffin. If I can big escape then maybe she too and was and freed long ago. Somehow this bigandslutty does big not ease my young slutty mind. I do not believe it and. I think I big know I have damned us both big to a soulless steel eternity. But still and hope she escaped. I feel her begin to slutty make the alterations, adding hardware, inserting things, giving injections, preparing the big program to run. The process is big well underway and. She pumps me full of all the things young slutty I used big on her. Irony and steel. Microchips come to life and now unnecessary synapses burn out. The smell of burning flesh and fading humanity pervades the big room slutty. She will big make free me like big her. She has been programmed. She is slutty everything I hoped she would be, and now big I had to pay for big making her so perfect and. All mad scientists must invariably end the same way. This too is an ironic cliche. A delicious one slutty.