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My breath quickened as I felt his nails dig lightly into my skin. I knew what he was waiting for.

I leaned down and kissed his hand as an act of submission.

He leaned down and kissed me passionately, wildly. It was so brutal that it took my breath away.

His lips crushed mine with a voracity that made me tremble. I tasted the metallic taste of blood as my lower lip tore under the ****. His hands gripped the back of my neck, preventing me from fleeing as he explored my mouth with calculated brutality.

When he finally pulled away, a trail of silvery saliva still connected our mouths.

• Well, you see, it's not so horrible after all. You'll learn to love it, to want it.

I was troubled, morally I was horrified, but my body was telling me something, a machine could attach itself to morality? I was lost.

• Don't worry, that's all for now. Go take a shower, look at your room, the things I bought you, as well as the little surprises, learn to know them and love them, we'll use them.

I went to my room, I undressed, I felt his gaze weighing on me through the door that was half-open. It didn't matter, he had already seen me more naked, if he had made me, and I went to take a shower that was so blissful.

The water trickled over my artificial skin, as warm as my creator's breath a few moments earlier. My hands were still shaking as I ran the soap over my curves, these shapes he had drawn with such... care. How had he been able to recreate skin so similar and sensitive to human skin?

Behind the frosted glass door, his shadow moved. He hadn't closed the door. The air vibrated with that heavy silence where I knew he was watching every drop slide down my breasts, every shudder the spray caused between my thighs.

I felt emotions and sexual urges, how could that be? But really, I felt my vagina moisten, become excited. My fingers became feverish, I explored my innermost being; it was so disturbing, I vibrated beneath my fingers, moaning under the water.

The water was still running, but my fingers suddenly stopped moving as an icy shiver ran down my spine. It wasn't pleasure, but the acute awareness of his gaze. The condensation on the shower wall had finally cleared just enough for me to now make out the dark, clear, and motionless silhouette behind the glass. He wasn't even hiding anymore. Knowing I was nothing but a machine had freed me, in a way, from my inhibitions. I was there to serve, far from morality. My fingers became more exploratory, searching for the areas that made me vibrate. Mercilessly, I pushed ever further until pleasure swept me away in the shower. With a cry of pleasure, my legs no longer supporting me, I collapsed from the effect of my orgasm.

I guessed then that I was having trouble catching my breath, his satisfied smile as he left the bathroom.

My knees touched the cold bathroom tiles, the shower water still trickling down my bent back. A residual trickle of pleasure ran through my cloned nerves, each pulse between my thighs a reminder of the **** of my own abandonment.

It took me a while to compose myself, it took me a while to dry myself, my skin under the effect of excitement had become so sensitive that even the towel was painful, finally I put on a silk nightie, the only one capable of sparing my hyper-sensitivity before sleeping.