Poki-bot

The spiral on her screen disappeared and was quickly replaced with a video feed of the man who was now in control of her. Henry smiled to himself as he looked on at the completely unaware, tranced out streamer. Her sexy outfit only made him want her more and he took a few moments to enjoy the sight as he thought of all the wicked and fun stuff he could do to her.

"Sorry, Pokimane simps," Henry said. "She's mine now."

And with that, he began to program Poki...

The next day, Poki streamed as usual. She had forgotten all about the strange spiral.

"Thanks for tuning in, chat!" she giggled as the stream ended. Once her camera was off, she sent a text to an unknown number saying her stream ended. Before she could even question it, she forgot about it.

Henry was waiting outside her house for the text, and he rang the doorbell. Poki answered.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

Henry said nothing, instead reaching out to touch her forehead.

"What the fuck are you--?" Poki asked before he tapped her forehead, causing her to go blank.

"I am Poki-bot," she droned. "A robot built for sexual pleasure."

"Let me in," Henry instructed. Poki stepped aside to let Henry in.

"Lock the door," he told his new sexbot.

Poki again obeyed.

"Poki-bot, I am your owner," said Henry. "We're going to have some fun."

"Yes, Owner." said Poki.