Putting Nina in her place like that had given John just the boost he'd been looking for. He wanted more, and he knew that Slut could give it to him.
Of course, as he made it to his car and started down the highway towards home, he pondered the fact that Slut was not, in fact, real. Nina was real. She was a real girl, actually feeling the effects of his ****. Real feelings, real consequences. His cock got hard just thinking about it; that made it so much hotter.
Right that moment, Slut was paused. In a suspended state of nothingness waiting to pick up where they'd left off. Nina was probably trying to keep herself together until she could go home and cry or shower or something. He wasn't really interested in what form her self-care took; what mattered was that she would need it in the first place. He'd seen the look in her eyes when he crossed the line and **** her to pleasure him. She wasn't the type of girl to fight or make this worse. She would come to work day after day as though nothing happened, hoping to forget. If he pressed her again, she would fold just as easily as before.
Slut was a fun diversion but she was just a ****. Nina, and other girls like Nina who would submit to the proper order of things, however. That should be his aim.
He pulled into his driveway and hurried inside, booting up his system and diving in.
And then he was right back in his living room, naked. Standing over the kneeling Slut. Her hair was a mess; her body still shining slightly with the thin sheen of perspiration from their earlier lovemaking. Mere moments ago to her, despite it having been nearly half a day for him.
Slut smiled and crawled towards him to nuzzle his thigh affectionately. Her face felt warm on John's skin. His body and mind accepted her as a fully real person, actually there, but he **** himself to concentrate.
"Slut, I want to talk about user settings."
She nodded and kissed his thigh. "Of course, Master."
"When I left here this morning, I was... a little different. More aggressive. Explain to me."
She nodded, sitting up into a very attractive kneeling posture to tell him all about the settings he had authorized. About how he had dictated fundamental truths about gender roles and then added them to the core personality index. Slut had been able to identify those portions of his personality that were out of harmony with it and she was able to nudge them towards his mandated truths.
He nodded, then asked the question that had begun burning in his mind. "If I brought a woman to you, would you be able to do the same to her? Against her will? Can you **** her to accept these truths?"
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