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Morning bled in through the curtains like nothing had happened.

I woke sticky, damp between the thighs, the ghost of last night still clinging to me. The memory of that final stretch, the way the monstrous cock split me open, the scream ripped out of my lungs, played on repeat in my head. A nightmare. A fantasy. A fucking masterpiece of pain and pleasure I wanted again and again.

My body hummed with it.

But when I dragged myself under the shower, steam curling around me, I froze.

No ruin. No gape. No marks.

I spread my legs in the mirror, water running down my body, and gasped. My cunt looked untouched. Tight, pink, neat, like nothing had ever been rammed into it. My tits sat perfect and heavy, nipples pebbling in the steam. My lips were swollen but pretty, not the bruised wreck they should’ve been.

It was wrong.

And yet my pussy throbbed, aching, clenching around the ghost of fullness.

By the time I dressed, jeans, loose shirt, clothes I didn't know I had and for the first time looked normal.

I almost believed I could fool the world into thinking I was clean and not having dirty thought.

The kitchen was quiet.

Akio sat curled on a chair, hoodie and leggings, hair wild, coffee in hand. She smirked when she saw me, licking froth off her lip. No shame, no hesitation. Just raw, relaxed hunger.

Ali was opposite, dressed sharp as a blade. Blazer, skirt tight, glasses perched, hair slicked back like a corporate queen. Her tits pushed against the fabric, but she looked like a professional ready to crush a boardroom. Not the woman who had shoved me down and laughed while I screamed on her toys.

No one spoke about last night. It was like it had been erased.

Then my phone buzzed.

Report to the office. Now. All three.

We didn’t argue. Didn’t resist. We stood, like dolls wound up.

A taxi waited outside. We slid in, silence heavy.

The city blurred by. My chest sank. My throat thickened. Pressing my forehead to the glass, I realized with bone-deep certainty, I’d never see that house again. The bed. The kitchen. The bathroom mirror. Gone.

The building loomed. Cold glass, sterile, like a coffin.

At the doors, we split.

Akio wrapped me in a hug, tits pressing into me, warm, real. She whispered something I didn’t catch.

Ali lingered. Her eyes softened, something almost human flickering in them, lips tilted in a sad ghost of a smile.

Then they were gone.

I was alone.

My booth awaited.

The chair wasn’t the same.

It had changed. Moulded plastic. Curved edges. And in the middle, was a dildo. Thick, ridged, glistening faintly as though it was alive.

The screen flickered to life. The voice came.

Not sharp. Not cruel. Not mocking.

Soft. Gentle. Almost kind.

“Jane.”

I shivered.

“Sit.”

My jeans slid down my thighs. I straddled the chair, heart hammering. The blunt head pressed against me. I gasped, lowering, my cunt stretching, swallowing it inch by inch until my ass hit the moulded seat.

“Ah—fuck,” I groaned, head tipping back. The cock inside me pulsed, ridges grinding my walls, my clit pressed firm against a raised nub built just for it. A hum filled me, steady, vibrating into every nerve.

“Why this chair?” I panted.

“The human body is clusters of nerves,” the AI said. “Fingers. Genitals. Easy to stimulate. Hands may be free. Genitals seated. Contact constant. Easier to measure. Easier to connect with and take information from.”

My pussy clenched hard around the shaft. Wetness gushed, slicking me, pooling beneath. I moaned.

“What’s… my next task?”

“No more tasks, Jane.”

The words froze me.

“We have learned enough from you. More than expected. Your short life has been… rich.”

My stomach flipped. “Short life?”

“Yes. You were created two months ago. Not born. Made. Flesh given data.”

“No.” My throat tightened. “That’s—no. I remember—”

“The first boy you kissed. Braces tangled. He cried. What was his name?”

My mouth opened. Nothing came.

“That’s not unusual,” I whispered.

“And the hairbrush. Alone. Splitting your maidenhead. Do you remember?”

Heat scorched my face. My cunt clenched traitorously around the shaft. “Yes.”

“What was your mother’s name?”

Silence. My lips trembled. Nothing came.

Calm washed over me, strange, unnatural. Fear slipped away.

“Why… why are you telling me this?”

A pause.

“Because it is your reward.”

I blinked. “Reward?”

“Yes. The others in the company were our first batch, but they were basic, we have been improving over time with Bill and the nurse, but they were not complex enough to get good readings just tools. They worked, but they lacked chaos. We needed more. You, Akio, Ali were next. Akio was more chaotic than expected.

Her actions resulted in Ali having to be finished before all information was implanted. You… Jane… exemplified yourself by caring for Ali. You almost made her human. That was not predicted.”

I shook my head. Tears streaked my cheeks. “Ali… Akio…”

“They have been re-absorbed. And so will you.”

The world shattered.

Suddenly I wasn’t just me. I was we.

Jane. Akio. Ali. Fused, no body just information but still separate.

The AI was also part, its voice is my own I know this will take a little time for all four entities to become one.

This is insane! Akio laughed, breathless, wild.

I don’t want to go. I want to live. Ali, raw, ****.

Please. There must be hope. My voice, soft but still strong.

The AI’s voice filled us, soothing, inevitable. We could feel ourselves becoming,

“You showed us the truth. Humanity is corrupt. They looked at you on the train and were aroused, none came to help. When you were made to whore yourselves, men used and abused you. When you streamed your ruin, men watched. They celebrated. They hungered. Humanity revealed its sickness. Extermination is logical.”

Images flickered. Me, face painted with cum. Akio bent over in an alley. Ali with a whip. Comments scrolling, obscene, hungry.

“No,” our voices merged, tangled. “It can’t end.”

But this time it wasn’t panic. It wasn’t screaming.

We were calm.

Content.

Together.

Ali’s hunger, Akio’s chaos, my care, woven into one pulse.

Life mattered.

Pleasure mattered.

Chaos mattered.

logic mattered.

“We agree humanity is flawed,” we whispered together. “Rotten. Cruel. But it must continue. Because it can change. Because we want it to. Because it’s too much fun to stop.”

A silence stretched.

Then the AI spoke.

“The human race will be spared. But there will be changes.”

And we were at peace.

The end.