Gaining purpose

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Chapter 80

"Hubby!" Jasmine throws herself at the young man, wraps her arms around him, and kisses him gently but incredibly tenderly on the mouth. It doesn't take long. She doesn't want to get in his way. And from my spot by the wall, I admire her perfect demeanor. "I missed you so much. Thank you for being here again. Here, let me take this please. Come in and relax. We're all so happy you're back home again."

It's incredible to watch Jasmine greet her husband. And Finn puts an arm around her, kisses her again as he takes off his jacket and places it in her hand. All at once. Every movement of Jasmine's is for his comfort. Every word praises him and shows how much she has missed his voice. And every touch shows how much she has missed his body. Not demanding, but submissive, she takes the initiative. She caresses his hand, his side, and his back. Then she grabs his jacket as if it were made of pure gold... and throws it against me.

The two of them completely ignore me, and somehow this behavior shocks me more than if Finn were to push me against the wall, lift my leg, and brutally take me right here and now.

I'm just a household item to them, I realize, and I'm burning with shame and lost hope. Nothing more than a stand on which he can hang his jacket. A vibrator for the puppy woman. I'm worthless if that's how they see me.

The realization hits me like a ton of bricks, and my stomach clenches painfully. But I don't show any of it. Instead, I stay standing against the wall, jacket in my hands, watching as Jasmine greets Finn in a warm, welcoming home. I want to say something to him, to speak to him and tell him that I'm here as he asked. He ignores me and goes into the house, rubbing his hands together.

"What's up, sis?" And there's another girl. Sis? Does Rose live with his sister-in-law? Is that normal?

The slightly too long and far too intimate kiss on the lips that the grinning girl gives Jasmine almost makes my heart explode. Finn watches them kissing, smiles contentedly, and doesn't even look at me.

"Ah..." Jasmine breathes as the other girl pulls away, again only a few years younger than the "wife." "How was it with Lisa?" The other girl rolls her eyes playfully. She's bursting with energy as she slips off her jacket and ruffles her hair.

"I was only there until yesterday," she says. "I took the rest of the day off and hung out with Heather. Anyway." She smirks. "You should have been there, Sis. I've never experienced anything like it." Jasmine and her, apparently, sister, turn away from me without even glancing at me. "You only lose your innocence once, and the way Lisa had it..."

And now I stand in the doorway, jackets clutched in my arms, confused and ****. Everyone here treats me as if I already belong to the household, as if I have a place as a servant and a ****. But I feel lost and helpless. I want to serve, but no one tells me what to do. How to do.

Take care of the family! Be alert! Stand aside and wait for orders! Be helpful!

Lynchwood Home. +1 (PS -68)

And so I hang the jackets on the rack, carefully, gently, and securely, so that nothing happens to the clothes. Then I move back into the house.

"Pumpkin? Pumpkin, I'm home!" His voice booms through the house and fills my heart with warmth. He is so dominant, so confident, and so self-assured as he stands here, the eyes of all the girls on him.

"I'm just going upstairs," the other girl informs him. "Freshen me up. Call me when dinner's ready."

"We're waiting for you," Finn says, looking around the room as the girl gratefully kisses him on the cheek and says goodbye. "Where's my daughter?"

He's thinking the same thing! My God, what kind of family is this?

I stand numbly to the side of the living room and... wait. Wait for someone to notice me. For someone to talk to me.

I'm a person, damn it! I almost scream. I exist! I'm real! Flesh and blood! Talk to me, damn it! Acknowledge me!

But my face betrays nothing of the storm raging behind my eyes. Calm and motionless, I stand there, waiting to be of use.

“Daddy!” The other girl, Tammy, practically flies down the stairs. She’s wearing a new outfit: a pink shirt with embroidered animals, a cropped denim hotpants, and whorish cat ears sticking out of her hair, which she’s braided into two girly pigtails. Finn reacts quickly. He reacted the same way during Lynn’s volleyball bet. Nimble, skillful, fluid movements, and so dominant, as if the room and everything in it, living or not, belonges to him. He whirls around.

“My daughter!” Then he stretches out his arms and catches the wildly giggling girl in mid-air… Then he kisses her on the mouth, wildly but tenderly. Their lips press together, and Tammy kicks her legs, long socks on her feet, a bell-like laugh reaching his mouth as her arms, encased in pink sleeves, wrap around his strong shoulders.

I can't believe it, and a gasp escapes me.

Silence! Stand still, silent, and observe!

But I can't obey. Not this time. I've been too arrogant to find out anything about Finn. Rania once said something about his family. She mentioned a sister, but I can't remember her name. And now I can't ask Rania anymore.

Finn didn't show up for volleyball today. Another girl offered to be his substitute, but I didn't care. Rania and Candice weren't there either, and Lynn and I just exchanged worried glances, but didn't dare bring up the subject of Finn Lynchwood. Like a commanding aura, he hangs over everything we do or don't do. He has permeated all of our lives, changed us, made us into something that pleases him. I don't know what's going on with Rania or Candice. But no matter why, we've all accepted that we're subject to him.

And I obey his command.

One day late. But nobody seems to care. Nobody notices me or my failure to show up on time. It seems nobody missed me.

I'm a pretty, sexy girl. Symmetrical face, long, soft hair, a firm body, slim and suitably toned, with a fashion sense that, until today, was classy and chic. Today I'm just a whore, yes, but still, I'm a feast for the eyes. Men fight for my attention and favor. My family is rich and powerful. We live in a damn villa on the outskirts of town. I have beauty, youth, money, class, and decency.

I submitted to Finn. I humiliated myself for him. I sucked his cock like a whore and licked his face like a slut. I wrote him a manual on how best to dominate me, hoping he would support me in this crazy, terrifying desire to be treated like a soulless object. I trusted him, and I still do.

I stand in his hallway like a ****, sexy and ready to be used!

And nobody notices me.

I am unimportant.

I am a thing, I realize with terror. I am an object that has no will or purpose in life except to serve. Everything that makes me who I am is irrelevant. Everything I accomplish is taken for granted or unimportant, and if I don't do something, then I am worthless!

My God…

He owns me. Finn . I’m… I’m his property.

But even this realization vanishes unheard, unnoticed, while Finn and the perverted girl make out like lovers. Finally, he sets her down, right next to me, and her hip nudges against mine. No one pays me any attention. I don't move.

"You look fabulous, Pumpkin," he says, taking a step back and admiring the girl.

"You like, Daddy?" She beams with pride and joy and makes a cat-like gesture while presenting her body to him.

My eyes are fixed straight ahead on a point on the opposite wall while life unfolds around me. Finn hugs his "daughter" and finally sends her inside with a gentle but loud slap on the bottom. Then we're alone.

And he's staring at me.

And I move my eyes. Just a little, so I can see his face.

I look into his eyes as I plead with him. I plead, not for my former life, but for my future. What I've done I can never take back. The bad things, the slutty things. But if I keep fighting, maybe he will...

"Finn... please..." He comes closer to me, very close. He squeezes me between the wall and his body. Then his hands roughly and firmly rest on the already slightly sweaty fabric over my breasts. He feels my stiff nipples, feels my desire, and I pray, pray to a God I have ignored until now, that I can resist him.

“Please, what?” he snarls with that divine grin that makes my whole body shiver with excitement. He massages my firm breasts with his palms as our eyes meet, demanding yet in control, pleading yet submissive. “Please… I… I need… Finn… I…” He smiles more, almost warmly.

“You know what you want?” I shake my head. I don’t know what I want.

“Please let me go,” I plead, but I know I don’t mean it. I wouldn’t mean it either if I begged him to let me stay. I want both. I hate both. “I’m so confused.”

“I know, sweet cheeks,” he whispers. “Your life is confusing.” He sounds almost caring. Almost. “All those thoughts you can’t make sense of. That must be scaring you.” I nod my head, then inhale as his hands tighten and play with my breasts as if they belonged to him.

You're just an object with tits, a cunt, and an asshole to please Master.

Lynchwood Home. +2 (PS -66)

I'm just an object with tits, a cunt, and an asshole to please Master.

Sonya Mackintosh. +1 (PS -7)

"Please let me go... Master," I whisper, a single tear in my eye. I want to serve him. I want it so badly. And that's why I have to escape, even though I don't really want to. I have to, because if I don't, I'll lose. Not just this day. I'll lose myself.

"Tell you something," he grins like the devil, and I inhale sharply as he twists one of my nipples through my shirt. I almost come. But I can't. “I know you want to serve me, you nasty little slut. So fall to your knees and beg me to own you. I can see it in your eyes.”

“Aaaah…” He twists harder.

“I can feel it in your nipples, you tramp. Serve my family and me this evening like a good little slut, and if you manage not to beg for your humanity to be stripped away… I will let you go.” My eyes widen, and I almost don’t notice his fingers stroking my sensitive breasts. “I will let you go. You didn’t even want to take the photos, didn’t want to take me away from my family and throw me in jail. I know. To you, I was always just an unimportant animal in a cage. Who cares, right? Okay. Tonight, we won’t care, you will serve us, and then…”

“Yes?” I say, but it sounds more like an exclamation than a question. I agree before he even says what price he'll demand from me. I obey. I serve. I submit.

Just this once, I think, desperately grabbing for the straw he holds out to me. Maybe, if I serve right, I'll keep my humanity.

The next few hours are the most confusing, frightening, and exciting hours of my life. I was already on the verge of exploding. My head is full of confusing thoughts, and my vagina twitches wildly at the bare thought of maybe finally getting to the point where I can think about having an orgasm. Otherwise, it's like I'm constantly horny, just not enough to actually come. It's maddening.

And now everything just gets worse.

Once again, I feel the cold wall of the house against my back as I stand motionless in my seat, my gaze fixed on the table where the family I am serving this evening is dining.

The last time! Just this evening and you're free!

The thought torments me in equal measure with its joy.

I stand against the wall, observing the family's every move. Every gesture, every word, every turn of a head is noted with utmost precision. As soon as an empty glass is set down, I step forward, quietly and carefully positioning myself beside the person and refilling their drink. My gaze is lowered. I humbly avoid eye contact. I am merely an object, not part of the conversation or even the family unit. I am only here to simplify their lives. Occasionally, someone speaks to me.

“Orange juice,” Jasmine says gently, and I pour her the drink instead of the water she usually drinks. Finn sticks to soft drinks, and Jasmine serves him one portion after another. When something is empty, I hurry to the kitchen and refill the bowls as long as the supply lasts. Then I stand motionless against the wall again, press my back against it, look at the table but not at the family's faces… and wait.

“Why is she here, Daddy?” Tammy, the daughter, asks. They all acted so normally that even I found it hard not to see Tammy as Finn's teenage daughter, just as Jasmine was his wife. Rose seemed to be the only one who felt like a close friend, and she is the one who answers while Finn strokes Jasmine's hand as they eat.

“She was a very bad, bad girl for Daddy,” the girl explains. No one pays any attention to me. Like no one even would notice the vacuum cleaner when they're talking about how well it's doing its job. “And now she has to work for Daddy to apologize to him." Tammy doesn't seem to like it, though. She's fiddling with her fake cat ears, and it looks like she's trying to seduce Finn, her father.”

“Will she ever leave?” The family looks at Finn questioningly. He shrugs.

“We'll see. I'll ask her tonight. For now, she's here, and I want all of you to treat her like she's meant to be here, okay?” He looks around the table, and everyone nods. Even Tammy. “She can certainly help you all with something. And if not, just ignore her. She likes that, too.”

“Husband?” Jasmine gently raises her hand, asking permission to speak. Finn nods. "Does that mean if she likes it here, she'll be here more often?"

They decide my fate, I realize with a rising panic that I try not to show. I serve the family. They don't ask me and decide what happens to me.

My only hope is to hold on until Finn releases me, flee home, and find a way to live as horny, denied, and weak as I am. That's the only choice I have.

Not the only choice, a voice whispers in my head. It's not mine. It's alien, mechanical… And yet, I recognize myself in it. You have another choice. He will give you the choice. You just have to choose the right one…

"Okay," says the master of the house, clapping his hands. I flinch slightly, then fall silent again. "Is everyone full and happy?" Everyone nods, and Finn stands up. With that, the meal is over, and the women follow his example. I wait two seconds, three, then silently begin to act.

It's Jasmine, the wife, who clears the table and smiles gratefully at me as I, with downcast eyes and a blank expression, pick up the plates and carry them into the kitchen. At home, I wouldn't even dream of doing housework. We have staff for that. Here, I'm the staff. No, I realize, and the thought doesn't feel foreign or imposed on me. These are my own thoughts. Not a staff member. A thing. A lifeless, obedient thing.

A robot.

"It's so nice to have help," Jasmine says, sighing as the yellow gloves tighten over her hands. I don't reply. She hasn't addressed me directly. No reason for verbal interaction. Instead, I concentrate on washing the dishes with a precision and care I didn't know I possessed. That I find such pleasure in such menial tasks shocks me more than Finn's hands on my breasts.

It doesn't take long, and with my help, the work is quickly done. As Jasmine and I are almost finished, I'm about to rush back to my spot by the wall when Rose comes into the kitchen.

"You're doing good, sis," she says to Jasmine, chatting with her as she puts her headphones around her neck.

"It goes faster with her help," the other says kindly, then frowns. "But I hope hubby isn't angry that I'm taking some of my chores off my hands," she says, lowering her gaze thoughtfully. "Maybe I should ask him to give me more tasks so I can..." But Rose waves her off.

"You're doing good, sis," she says again with more urgency in her voice, chatting with her as she puts her headphones around her neck. “Suck his dick when he comes out of the shower,” she grins, without addressing me. Jasmine giggles.

“I thought you’d like to do that. I’m happy to step back for you, sister.”

“Oh, that’s so sweet!” Rose coos and grins. “Look at us. Two sisters sharing the same dick. Who says there can’t be a happy ending for us?” Jasmine blushes slightly.

“Especially a happy ending for hubby,” she says softly, smiling. Rose laughs.

“Nasty. I like it.” Then she shrugs. “But no. I’m leaving him all to you today. I’ve fucked him so many times in the last two days, his cock is probably longing for your hole.”

“Rose!” Jasmine seems slightly aroused. “You know perfectly well I wouldn’t ask him for something like that. He’s the man. He decides which of us he wants.”

"But did you see how he looked at you today?" Jasmine blushes even more. Then I turn to the sink and pick up the next plate. I ignore what's going on around me, listening to take in every command, but not paying attention to what's being said. It's like I'm on ****. "You did such a great job. So how about you and Hubby have a nice evening while I hide upstairs and take a break?"

“You’ve earned a break, sister,” Jasmine says, pressing her lips chastely together. “And not just so I can cuddle up to him tonight.”

“That’s my girl.”

“But please tell me if there’s anything I can do for you!” Rose turns around briefly at the door.

“You can hand me the new toy,” she says, pointing at me without looking. I feel her eyes on my back, but I continue washing the dishes, unperturbed.

A strange calm washes over me as I feel the warm water on my skin and the hard, heated porcelain against my fingers. So, am I being passed from one hand to another like an object to be exchanged? There’s nothing I can do about it anyway. Even if I wanted to. Tonight, I belong to the family. Just tonight. Then it’s over. Then I’m free.

“Sonya.” I drop the plate and turn around. I lower my head and nod obediently when Jasmine, the actual task giver, addresses me. "Go with Rose, okay?"

"Task understood," I say, and once again I'm overcome by the warm feeling of being able to serve. I'm being noticed! I'm useful!

My God. I'm becoming addicted to this feeling…

Then I follow Rose through the house to the stairs. In the living room, Finn is fiddling with his cell phone. I don't pay it any further attention. Tammy and Michelle are playing at his feet, kissing, giggling, and caressing each other. A normal sight in this house.

Then I'm standing with Rose in her and Finn's room.

I've never been here before, but I know for sure that she lives here with Finn. Just one bed, large and inviting. It's already made, and I don't even have to look around the room to know that there are no tasks for me here. So I focus on Rose, the primary task giver, and wait to see if she orders me to serve her.

"So you're Sonya," she says, sitting down on the bed. I stand before her and assume a submissive posture. In my "instructions" to Finn, I wrote how I would stand in such a situation: straight, arms pressed firmly to my sides, back arched, and eyes fixed on my feet. Humble, submissive… willing.

"Yes, Mistress," I say clearly, but with melancholy in my voice. "I'm Sonya Mackintosh." But my name sounds foreign to me. As if it belongs to someone who no longer exists. As if I've become someone else.

Roboslut Sonya.

On the bed, Rose crosses her legs and looks at me with a cold gaze.

"And you and your friends thought it would be funny to take my brother away from me? To put him in a situation where he couldn't defend himself and that could destroy him?"

The Sonya I was a few hours ago—battered, horny, but with the will to fight—would have agreed. Yes, we all thought it would be funny. I alone was wrong. I alone didn't want to, and I want to make amends for going along with it even though I didn't really want to. It's only natural. I'm being accused, and I'm trying to defend myself as best I can.

"I didn't think it would be funny, Mistress," I say instead. "For me, it was annoying, but Master Finn wasn't important enough to me to argue with my friends. So I went along with it."

My voice is completely calm, monotonous, and matter-of-fact. My eyes are wide and scared, my chest rises and falls, but I stand perfectly still, making myself ****.

I'm not lying. I'm not lying to Mistress or Master.

I serve the family. I obey. I serve.

I'm not important. Just a thing.

_Roboslut Sonya_.

"Well..." Rose smirks. "He already told me what a sick bitch you are." She shrugs and stands up. Like Finn, she steps very close to me. I'm a little taller than her, maybe two or three inches, but I feel as small as a mouse before a wild cat. I'm scared. And I'm horny. "Don't get me wrong. I should destroy you for what you wanted to do to my brother," Mistress Rose says, frightening me. I would let it happen, I know. I would let myself be destroyed if she demanded it of me. "But he said you were just a helpless little thing who would love nothing more than to serve. Is that true, Sonya? Are you unimportant, small, and do you want nothing more than to serve?"

“Yes.” I hold my breath. No! Don’t say it! Fight! "I’m small, insignificant, and want nothing more than to serve.” My God… But Rose seems pleased with my words, and I feel so happy I could laugh.

“Then you’re perfectly at home in this family. We all serve one cause here. Some of us serve my brother, others stand by his side.” With that, Rose turns away from me and heads toward a closet. “But as long as you know he’s the center of this whole thing we’re all in, we won’t have any problems with each other.”

“Thank you, Mistress Rose. Finn Lynchwood is my primary user,” I inform my Mistress.

No, I sob inwardly. Don’t give up. Fight and… Then Rose turns to me. In her hands, she holds something made of white and light blue fabric.

“I’m glad to hear that.” She holds the tuft of fabric out to me, and I stretch out my hands. I gasp loudly. "You won't be as much of a cunt as Candice and Lynn, will you?" I look at the bundle of fabric in my hands, at Rose, then back at the fabric.

And then I relax.

"I obey" is all I say. And Rose smiles.

"Then we'll definitely be best friends." She nods at my hands. "Well, whatever I am to you then." She turns to leave. "Get changed. Then you can try to convince my niece to be as nice to you as I was."

"I obey," I say to Rose's back, who is leaning against the wall and makes no move to turn away as I take off my clothes.

"Master? Mistress?" Nervously, I approach the two of them. Finn and Tammy. They are squatting on the carpet in front of the muted television, the girl, secondary user, on him, primary user. I almost expected to see the two of them having sex, but even Puppy, tertiary user, lays calmly beside them, watching the girl play with her hair, completely focused, and talk about her day. It almost seemeds... peaceful. She talks intently about unimportant things, but he listens as if it were the most important task of his day. He strokes her cheek, asks warm questions, shows interest, laughs with her, and talks about her funny experiences. And even Secondary User Tammy seems to have forgotten her lustful outfit for the moment.

Until I brake the peace with my presence.

"Make her go away," she says, annoyed, but Finn smiles patiently.

"She's here for you today, princess," he explains. Tammy pouts and crosses her arms in a huff, but he tickles her, makes her giggle, and turns her so she can look at me. "Look. Robo-Sonya dressed up especially for you."

I smile as three pairs of eyes fix on me. Rose did a great job, and the outfit fits perfectly. Slutty maid.

Dress slutty. Fuckable.

I like it. It embarrasses me that I like it. But I do.

You're a slutty robo-maid, Sonya. You serve the family.

This time, the thoughts aren't foreign. They're mine.

"Doesn't she look sexy?" Tammy gives me a disapproving look. Her eyes travel up and down my body, and at the thought of pleasing her, my core clenches with desire, my breasts straining against the blue and white top.

"Like... yes, but..."

"Do you wanna fuck her?" I say nothing. Tammy says nothing. But she is considering it. Seriously. And I just wait. The fact that I don't react is worse than anything else. Not lust, sadness, fear, anger, or despair.

I'm Roboslut Sonya. Things simply happen to me. There's nothing I can do to change that. I just obey and serve the family.

And that is that.

That scares me more than if I were trembling under the gaze of the girl who, completely foreign to me, is considering whether to use my body for her pleasure. And feeling nothing about it is even worse than looking forward to being used as a simple sex toy.

God, please let this evening end quickly. Please let me stay strong.

“Daddy… ah… Oh Daddy… you’re so good to me… I love you Daddy…”

“I love you too, princess.” The voices reach my ears muffled as the soft bed presses into my back. Tammy’s thighs are surprisingly toned and strong, and she overwhelms my sight and hearing as I feel only her wetness and heat, her scent in my nose, and her taste on my tongue. Finn is fucking her in the ass, but she seems to like it.

Tammy Lynchwood.

Extremely Sensitive Ass I

Extremely Sensitive Breasts I

“Oh Daddy, yes,” she cries in love. “Please punish me more.” I can almost feel him penetrating her. I don’t remember him being so big. Something has happened. But my body is short of oxygen, so long and hard is Tammy pressing her petite body against me while her daddy, primary user, fucks her. "Punish me with your thingy. Ah!"

"Your tits are so cute, princess. I love touching them." From chin to forehead, Tammy rubs herself against my face, driven by Finn's long, deep thrusts into her tight ass. I stick out my tongue, licking like crazy, smearing my face with cunt slime and sweat. The bow in my hair has slipped slightly, and I feel the hot liquid slide down my cheeks while the muffled sounds of Daddy and Daughter thump into my smushed ears.

My pussy is on fire. It's ablaze, and my body is trying to extinguish it with my own wetness. I'm so wet, like I've already come a hundred times, and a thick puddle has spread between my trembling thighs. Everything inside me is screaming deafeningly to be allowed to come.

But I'm passive.

Lick pussy. Stick out tongue. Moan into pussy. Rub face in pussy.

Numb. Numb and horny. I obey and embrace the passivity of serving over the panicky fear of never being able to return. Everything blurs. My identity dissolves, disintegrates in an acid bath of pussy juice, spit, sweat, and shame. I cease to exist, and there is only my body and the part of my mind that serves and subjugates. No soul anymore. No Sonya. Only… myself.

“Please touch my titties, Daddy,” secondary user Tammy pleads.

“Whose titties am I touching, princess?” For a moment, the body on my face stops moving. “Whose ass am I fucking?”

“Yours, Daddy!” The fucking continues, and I smile as the wet pussy brushes against my face. “Your titties. They belong to you. And my tiny asshole.” She giggles cutely. “If it’s still tiny after you’re done.”

"Come here, sweetie. Let Daddy kiss those lips."

"Yes, Daddy. Your lipmmmpf…" The two lovers caress each other on my body while using me as a tertiary source of pleasure. A toy. A tool. Soulless.

I love it.

"Daddy! Ah! Daddy, I'm… I'm…"

"Come for me, peaches! Come for Daddy!"

"Yes… yesyes… ha… yes!"

Warm pussy juice mixes with the sticky mass on my face as Tammy comes. A woman comes on my face. A woman whose name I only know.

If I had feelings, I would feel dirty.

But I love it. I love not having feelings.

I lie and lick and serve and obey, and I am so fucking happy.

I am ugly but beautiful at the same time. A roboslut is always as beautiful as her users want her to be. A roboslut is never sad when her users value her. A roboslut is never afraid. A roboslut is never lonely.

A roboslut is useful.

A roboslut has value.

A roboslut… is… happy.

“Permission to cum your stupid brain out, Sonya.”

And I obey.

I obey so hard that I drain the bedsheet in my juices. I obey for so long that I almost black out. And I obey so intensely I scream into Tammy's body like I'm losing my humanity.

Which I do.

And in doing so, in letting go of all that makes me who I am.

I become.

Useful.

"It's okay," Fin says, supporting me with a gentleness that, if I had feelings, would disturb me. Or, if I did have feelings, I might fall in love with him, so caring is he towards me. "Those were a few weeks of pent-up desire that finally burst out of you."

Tammy, naked and sweaty, squats spread-eagled on the bed, adjusting her kitten headband, and watches as Finn tries to keep me upright with a kind, patient smile. I'm completely spent. Emotionally, I'm empty, not just because I want to be.

Finn fucked my humanity right out of me…

Without actually fucking me.

That was the most transformative night of my life.

"Hey." He touches my smeared cheek and supports my head. My hair is smeared and disheveled. My face glistens with semen, juice, and saliva. My pupils are dilated, and I'm breathing so heavily, as if I were human.

But I'm not human, right? As life returns to me, breath by breath, and my legs begin to feel again, I have to confront this question.

"What am I?" Did I just ask that out loud? Finn's look suggests so. And I smile. Who better to answer that question than my primary user? "What is my purpose?"

I submit to him. I started this evening with the goal of satisfying my desires and somehow surviving. Now I only want to serve and obey. I love to serve and obey. My life is to serve and obey.

I serve and obey my primary user.

"That's for you to decide," Finn says in a low voice, slowly and carefully letting go of me. He almost seems robotic as he stretches out his arms, waiting to see if he'll have to hold my weak body. "You have served my family. Everyone. Just as I wanted you to." He smiles again, but this time there's only... affection? For me? For a woman... a robot like me? I mean, a woman like me. Affection and warmth? Do I deserve that?

_I am a human being and I deserve this affection. This warmth. It is my right as a human being. My human right. And _Finn gives it to me.

So why do I feel so guilty? Why do I feel like I don't deserve this warmth? This… humanity.

"What… What do you mean?" I frown as if I'm trying to remember something very complicated. That I am a human being.

You are a human being, Sonya. Not a robot.

I hear the words in my head. It's just me there. No other thoughts or voices, whether it's another me or something else, telling me what to do. I am alone in my own head.

That scares me.

"Finn?"

"Yes?" He stands in the room, naked, with a stiff cock, glistening with semen. On the bed, Tammy curls up and tentatively circles her clenched asshole with her finger while she watches us with wide eyes. He seems so patient. Not like the avenging angel punishing me for my mistakes. Not like the all-powerful master of the house.

He seems like my owner. My user.

My primary user. Finn Lynchwood.

"Can you decide? For me? Please?" And I really do ask him. Not to please him. But because I want it.

And when he places his hand on my cheek, it's as if he already owns me.

His pleasure bot.

"No." Even that word is spoken so gently. Then he takes my face in his hands and strokes my tingling skin with his thumbs. "I forgive you, Sonya. I forgive your mistakes. What you decide today, you do of your own free will. Because there's no going back from what you decide. But only you decide your fate."

Is he saying what I think he's saying? Did it really work, the plan I had when I walked through his door? Did I really manage to survive the evening? To preserve my humanity?

Did I really do it? And…

Do I even want to?

One thing is certain: I decide. Finn steps back from me and waits. And he watches.

He watches as the things that make me human come back to me. The fog lifts. The memories, always there, settle, find purchase, and grow. The feelings return.

There's the relief. I managed to resist. But no. If he commanded it, I would submit. There's the shame. The shame for the things I've done. It's eating me up inside. Lesbian sex. **** submission. Slutty clothes. I don't want to think about such bad things. There's the fear. The fear of never being able to go back from what I've done, from what I've become. And the much greater fear of being able to do it. Of being able to go back to the old Sonya… And then not knowing what would become of me. Because there's also the desire. The desire to continue doing these things. To put my tongue inside a stranger, to let her slit glide over my face. I can taste her, feel her, hear her.

But above all, there's the hope.

The hope that I can become the way I was before.

Indifferent. A tool.

Because the truth is, I've never been as free as I was that day.

No decisions for me. No consequences. No responsibility. No obligations.

I'm not running away. I'm free.

And I'm making a free decision.

The last independent decision of my life.

I fall to my knees in front of him. I pull down my top, place my hands under my breasts, and present them to him. I know you like tot touch them, primary user. They're yours. You own me.

"Please," I beg, like he said I would. "Please, Finn." More tears stream down my cheeks than ever before. Tears of joy and happiness.

Because I know he will take me.

"I don't want this. I don't want to think." And I smile. "Please give me an order. Give me an order and make me your toy."

And he moves down to me, to my eye level. My owner.

My primary user.

"Good robo-slut."

Sonya Mackintosh. +12 (PS +5)

"Do you think we're being too lenient with her?" Rose and I are lying next to each other in our big bed, formerly Jasmine's bed, in our spacious room, formerly Jasmine's room. I'm half-naked. Topless and just in long, cozy pants and socks. I've definitely gained muscle and I'm losing body fat without having to do much. My stomach looks a bit more shredded every day and my appetite mirrors my heightened need for calorie intake. Dream body, indeed. And Rose seems to like it. She's also half-naked. Her long, plaid shirt that falls over her body like water, and her pink shirt underneath, pulled up over her breasts. She snuggles up to me, her arms wrapped around me as I hold her body. Together we watch as Sonya carries out my command, burying her face between my daughter's buttocks, slurping wildly like the robo slut she wants to be.

"She seems happy," I murmur, and hear Tammy reach an whimpering 'Daddy! orgasm'. She sits up, swaying, and looks at Sonya, her face no longer quite as hostile as before. Then she crawls from her spot at the foot of the bed to me and Rose.

"I still don't like her," she confesses, this time a little shyly, as she senses that I'm beginning to like Sonya. My little girl is very good at reading her daddy, and I'm very proud of her. Rose is too, but denies herself the luxury of sharing my feelings.

“If Daddy decides we like her, then we’ll obey him,” she finally says, and Tammy nods.

“She’s part of our household now,” I tell my daughter as Sonya straightens up, avoids looking at us, and goes to her spot by the wall. Her mouth glistens with semen and saliva, but she remains at attention, hands at her sides, waiting for the next command. “She can be your toy if you want.” Tammy looks thoughtfully at the girl whose blue and white uniform is already frayed and sweaty.

“Okay,” she murmurs finally. Then she looks at me. “Can I play with Puppy?” I grin.

“Play or fuck?”

“Both,” Tammy beams. My horny little daughter.

“As long as you let Puppy have her fun too, that’s okay with me,” I say.

“Thanks, Daddy!” Naked as she is, with only her kitty headband on, she hops out of the room, her bottom wiggling.

"But ask your mother if she needs your help with anything!" I call after her.

"Yes, Daddy!" I turn back to Rose and pull her close.

"And it's really okay with you?" I ask her to be sure. "Sonya will be spending more time at our house than at hers from now on." I've already read the MCD, and it rests lightly and securely in my hand as I wrap my other hand around Rose.

"As long as she doesn't interfere with the family, yes," my sister confirms, sitting up straight. Her shirt slips down, covering one of her sweet breasts, the other is still visible as she turns her body toward me. "I know what it means to be with you, Finn," she tells me. "And I'll support you. And if your path leads you to a place where you want to let Sonya into our life, then I'll be there for you." A truly touching thought that makes me smile. Sonya, of course, doesn't react at all. "And of course, my well-endowed boyfriend will allow me to play with his new toy from time to time," she says wickedly. "Especially when he's with his other girlfriends." I grin and kiss her. Her soft lips are always so welcome on my mouth, and her tender moans show that she enjoys kissing me just as much. Then I pull away and direct her gaze to the MCD. "With me again?" she asks, giddy. With her progress score, Sonya should know by now that I'm manipulating her, but so far it doesn't seem to affect her.

"Like you said," I say. "We do this together. And hey. I think this is a decision you should make." Together, we look at the MCD.

Congratulations! You have brought a subject to -50 with persuasion, tricks, and energy!

Note: Most subjects begin to realize something is happening to them at this value. How they react depends on their personality and the perks you have activated.

Now the game changes. Choose wisely!

Sonya Mackintosh / The Robot "Beep boop beep. Yes Sir!"

With increasing progress, the Subject will become more and more dependent on the User but will simultaneously adapt to the capabilities of a robot.

Choices:

The house appliance. "I'm just a tool."

As the Progress Score increases, the Subject will increasingly see herself as a simple, soulless household appliance that needs neither love nor affection. It will not seek or need contact with its human users, except for those moments when it is tasked with appearing "human." The Subject will submit to the User Home (Lynchwood Home) and see herself as a useful but banal tool that can be used by the Lynchwood Family. The tool will remain in control of its body, but its mind will be subservient to the User Home (Lynchwood Home).

The pleasure Bot. "Okay, Sonya..."

As the Progress Score increases, the Subject will increasingly see herself as a highly advanced AI system whose sole purpose is to make the Lynchwood Family's life as pleasant as possible. As a Pleasure Bot, she will take over the User Home (Lynchwood Home) and serve as the interface between the human and the Home. The subject will view her body as a "fleshly tool" that she or her user can use and manipulate while mer mind connects with the User Home (Lynchwood Home) and all his systems. The subject's consciousness will merge with the User Home (Lynchwood Home), transforming into a local, all-seeing entity that can manipulate the Home, just as it can her body, to serve the primary user.

Sonya Mackintosh. Progression Score Assistance.

The Progression Score Assistant is activated when the PS reaches +0. From this point on, the subject will experience physical arousal if she behaves according to the path. This feature can be toggled on and off at will and combined with related perks. With a PS of +0, it is likely that the subject understands she is being manipulated and can freely decide how to react.

PS +5

"And I'm supposed to decide that?" Rose looks at me questioningly, but I nod.

“You’re my girlfriend,” I say, nodding towards Sonya, who, as always, isn’t paying attention and is pressing her face against the wall, presenting her cute butt under her skirt. “She’s not. I know this is a big decision, but one thing is certain: from now on, Sonya will dedicate herself to serving this family. You are part of this family too. Jasmine and Tammy will accept my decision. Michelle… well… And you…”

“Sure,” she snorts and giggles. “I’m the problematic one.” She winks, then becomes serious again. “And you trust me about this? The last thing I decided on were the perks you bought. This one here…” She looks at Sonya. “Can she hear what I’m saying?”

“It doesn’t matter as long as you don’t demand her help. Sonya has chosen to serve, and I will respect that. Whether she does it as a soulless thing or as a permanent institution of our house, that’s up to you.”

“Wow… okay, but… wow…” Rose runs a hand through her hair. “So either I take away her humanity and leave her to…” She gestures around her. “Treating our home the way I treat our refrigerator…”

“It would be the punishment she deserves,” I say gently. “You said it yourself. She wanted to take me away from you, and hey. I know I often choose the gentler approach, but the thought of not being able to be with you anymore hits me just as hard as it does you.”

“So…”

“It comes down to what punishment you deem appropriate.” It feels good not to have to decide these things alone, and if Rose refuses, I’ll step in. But not being solely responsible for Sonya, truly sharing my life and the decisions in it with someone who loves me, I like that. I don’t care that Sonya is subjected to this. I don’t feel the same way about her as I do about Rose, even though she’s a hot piece of ass and a cute person. “You can reduce her to a thing forever…”

“Or I can lift her up,” Rose aptly summarizes, looking at me. “Make her like what? A part of our House? Give her the opportunity to decide?” I nod.

“She will serve. As a tool or a human element of our home.”

“Okay… But like… No. Okay.” Rose nods. “And you’re sure that I…”

“Absolutely.” I smile. “I’m your boyfriend and I do all of this for you and my loved ones.” And Rose loses herself in my eyes for a moment. It’s as if she’s drawing strength from me. Then…

Rose Lynchwood. +6 (PS 74)

“Nice.” She smiles as she see's her score rise up. “It seems I’ve made a decision.” Then I take her hand and lead her to the MCD.

And yes. She has decided well.

Message from the author:

And I'm glad I can leave this decision up to you. That's why I also left the decision to Rose in the story. Finn (and Finn 0815) are both unsure what they would do.

The house appliance. "I'm just a tool." Think of mind wipe and enslavement. This makes Sonya a real robot. No feelings. Only simulated feelings when needed. Lynchwood Home would become her "master" and treat her like any other tool to keep the family happy. Definitely the dark path to punish Sonya for her crimes. She herself would agree to it, since at this point she just wants someone to decide for her.

The pleasure bot. "Okay, Sonya..." This would be the light path. Think of Cortana and the Master Chief! Sonya would take over Lynchwood Home and begin a kind of "relationship" with it. A symbiosis, so to speak, as Qui-Gon would put it. Two life forms living closely together for mutual benefit. The benefit would be serving the family. Sonya would transfer her mind to Lynchwood Home, see her body through the eyes of the house, but retain her personality.

I (and probably Finn too) are inclined towards the "light" path, but Sonya hasn't exactly done much to earn her freedom. What happens to her in the future is up to you.

https://strawpoll.com/jVyG2eqo6Z7

You can find the order of the next chapters here, and with Ryan, Sonya, and Sage, I might even use the little "time skip" that Sonya created with her day of struggle to have the chapter take place over two or three days. That would mean half the chapter takes place before this one, and the other half after. As long as I manage it well. We'll see. I'm definitely looking forward to giving Ryan a bit more depth; I already have some sexy ideas for Sage/Sofia shenanigans.

Bella and Heather are going to be great too. I already have most of the chapter in my head, and introducing Heather will hopefully be just as funny and quirky as I planned. And let's see how Bella handles being treated so specially on her date in Central Park, in terms of her cow mentality, as well as her docile behavior. Let's see what I can do with that.

Cancie's chapter will (maybe) be a bit shorter, and (certainly) I'll publish a poll afterward to make sure I treated her right in your eyes. She's definitely the "darkest" character in the story so far.

And with Rania, Tana, Susan, and Lakota, we'll pick up the pace and wrap things up, so to speak, regarding the new framework of Act II. Very exciting.