A pause

Kat-Jack shuddered, he didn't want this and at the same time he wanted it so bad, but... please, keep going, please stop, please, keep going, stop, please please please...

His wish was suddenly and unexpectedly granted as Kyra in the ultraperfect form of the male Gynoid stopped driving its oversized penis into his sopping-wet cunt and pulled out, a twisted smile on her Gynoid's perfect features.

"You hate being like this, and at the same time you love it too, don't you Jack darling?" Kyra laughed. She picked him up easily by the waist and planted him on the desk, tweaking one of Kat-Jack's oversized nipples, eliciting a moan from her victim as his beautiful face reddened in shame and desire and disgust. He squirmed in discomfort, feeling the wetness in his crotch leaking over the desktop.

"I can tell what you're thinking, you see." Kyra tapped the side of her head. "There's an transceiver implant in this Gynoid's protonic brain, it's connected to an identical implant in your new body's brain. I can read your thoughts, feel what you feel and, it's delicious knowing that you still think you're Jack inside that wet-dream body, that you're still a big strong man." She laughed again.

Kat-Jack stared at Kyra, horrified. "Ohhh, that's wonderful. The feeling of emasculation you're experiencing right now Jack, the feeling of being trapped and helpless, your frustration and anger and unable to do anything to escape..." Kyra turned away from the trembling figure of Kat, laughing uproariously.

Something broke in Kat-Jack's brain, something that had been locked down and suppressed by Gynoid chemistry and programming and built-in limiters that were never meant to be overridden. Kyra froze for a moment as a flood of hate and fury from Kat-Jack's mind flooded the male Gynoid's transceiver implant and she never saw him grab the desk terminal and swing the heavy plastic block into the side of Kyra's Gynoid head. Something went crunch and...