System update

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Chapter 42

For an hour, twenty-seven minutes, and four seconds, I've been sitting motionless on my big, soft bed on the huge estate in eastern New York, watching the world move by outside the expansive window.

Everything is so clear.

I should be angry, scared, traumatized.

Finn used me.

I feel him, his cock like we're back in the garage, Candice, Lynn, Rania and me. I feel the cold air on my hot skin, his hard cock in the soft valley of my breasts. I feel my fingers on them, squeezing, shaping the flesh to comply with this boy's command to give him the best titty fuck I can.

Did I manage? Is he proud of me? Did I fulfill my... purpose?

As I ask myself this question and look down when I feel something on my breasts. My fingers are wrapped over the comfortable beige shirt. I don't wear a bra underneath after I get out of the shower and it feels almost like it did before. Yes, I'm mimicking my own behavior. And not only that.

Everything is so clear. I see myself mimicking my shameful behavior in an attempt to get back those feelings I had before.

Fear, insecurity, a traumatizing paralysis as I became a tool for this boy who treated me and my friends like chattel, soulless tools for his diabolical deeds. At least that's what I should think but as I continue to massage my breasts and imagine the heat of his cock gleaming through my saliva-soaked valley, I can't feel fear or insecurity and the paralysis that hits me feels dull and... calming to me.

It's like a system update.

Even though I wasn't the only one he abused, I see with confidence the effect on me and the other girls. Candice, always a monster, albeit a good friend, must be hit the hardest and I can even understand her reaction when she found herself at his feet. It seems only natural to be unsettled in his presence, especially after what happened during training and she seems to seek something out of him, his **** of her body and soul, to make things better.

Lynn seems to be still repressing the matter, considering how obvious her attempt is to drag Finn into these stupid games. As if there was any other way out for her than to submit to him after he dominated her so mercilessly. Turning the whole thing into a pathetic attempt not to have to admit what she actually already knows is beneath me.

I almost feel sorry for Rania. Her acting during that ordeal in the garage was just disgusting and pathetic... But if I were her, I would have done exactly the same. There must be something wrong with her, the way she behaves. But we all react differently to him, but for me, it is very clear.

He had his **** on us. We paid for the wrong that Candice and Lynn **** him to do, and Rania went along with it too. It's very clear to me and I also have to face my punishment, he was right that I didn't help him when I could.

But there's no turning back for us. We are all strong women, but against him...

It's not over yet, I realize with the same clarity with which I analyzed myself and my friends. We received our punishment, but each of us, including me, reacted to him in a way that shocked us more than the actual act of **** that he imposed on us.

That's what scares me. Not what happened to me. I know my body and recognize the shock when it happened, the orders, my obedience. Now, an hour, thirty-two minutes and forty-seven seconds since I sat down on the bed, I no longer feel any fear.

Back then, I was afraid. Dead afraid and shocked. Now…

Now I know...

I loved it.

Sonya Mackintosh. +6 (PS -58)

I was useful. A thought that is new to me, as I know my value in this society. I know what my rich, influential family achieves. I know what my education in the best schools in the country makes me. I know that my body is beautiful, healthy and trained. I know my body, I can control it, just like my mind.

But Finn…

After this… system update, everything was different. It was as if my body no longer belonged to me alone. As if my mind was controlled and directed by it.

I want to deny it, find it crazy and dumb, but it is clear to me.

I carried out his orders with a shining zeal, a burning will, an iron determination that swept away everything I had built my previous life on like a tidal wave.

He could have done whatever he wanted to me, I realize, again clearly and soberly. Compared to this purpose, what he did to my body is incomparable, vanishingly small and unimportant. He filled my mind, arranged it the way he wanted, without even having to make an effort, without even consciously wanting it. It just happened and I could do nothing but accept his control over everything that makes me who I am and...

And it was simply fantastic.

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For three hours, seventeen minutes and twenty-five seconds I sit on the bed, motionless. That is, not completely motionless.

My hands press my breasts together and move them around the imaginary cock between them in a **** attempt to feel as wonderfully powerless and fullfilled as I was before, while I bathe in the powerlessness that fills me when I think of him.

I feel the beige fabric of my shirt on my skin while my hands glide over it and stretch my white shorts with my legs.

“Finn…” A small part of me cries out in agony as I say his name. I'm still in there, somewhere, but I don't care about that part of me, the sane part of me. I know what he did to me but I don't care. A larger part of me, the part that received the system update, my true self, knows what it wants. "Please... use me..."

Sonya Mackintosh. +8 (PS -50)

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I'm now squatting upright on the bed and it's almost as if he's in the room with me. I can almost see him standing in front of me, his feet firmly on the bed while I massage his cock with my bulging, tender breasts. Pink and twitching, my tongue reaches out towards him and I can almost taste him on the tip of my tongue as I imagine it gliding smoothly and nimbly over his glans.

Finn... I want to taste you…

But it's just a thought and while I see things as clearly as they are, my submission and that it's amazingly easy for me to do it, I notice that my body isn't obeying me in other ways too.

I know my body. But... I can't come.

I'm not someone who masturbates a lot. I'm just too busy for that. But when I do, maybe once every two weeks, I enjoy it, take my time and plan the release like a well-deserved vacation.

Now my hips are twitching desperately in the panicked desire to have something, Finn, his cock, on which I can impale myself.

But it doesn't work.

I come maybe halfway, maybe even a little less, and it's as if I'm locked out by the invisible wall that keeps the promised land from me. It's like I just need to try a little harder to break through, but my hands fail me and even thinking about the release doesn't help.

"Finn..." This time the big part of me cries out, just like I do in my big, lonely room, as I realize that just thinking about him fills me with a feeling so warm and welcoming that I can almost manage to feel sexual satisfaction. I know what it feels like and all the parts are there to make an impending orgasm possible. My stomach twitches as I continue to imagine satisfying him, his grin as he looks down at me. But no, I can't get any further, but I'm not as emotional as Candice, Lynn or Rania. "Okay," I breathe heavily, letting my ass settle on my heels and staring up at the imaginary Finn towering over me with his naked, stiff cock like a beacon of masculinity. "What do you want from me?" But of course there is no answer. "I know that something is happening to me, something I cannot control, something... big." But I keep trying anyway. "Is it you? Or is it me? What is happening to me?" Again no answer. But I don't give up that easily.

It takes effort, but finally I release Finn's imaginary cock from my breasts and stand up. Swaying, I find my balance and start walking up and down the room. I always do that when I have to think and up until now my mind, my intelligence, has always been something that has brought me to my goal.

Not now.

There is only Finn.

When I close my eyes I see his face in front of me. I hear his words, his breathing, remember how he spoke to me, the sounds he made when he came. I see his looks, I feel them on my body. They feel good.

I almost stumble when I realize that he is in my head. He nests there, takes up space for himself, makes a home for himself in the parts of my soul that belong only to me.

No more.

Now, I share my being with this boy and it's not the **** but this that scares me.

I am no longer the master of myself. I no longer control myself. It is difficult to describe, this is also new for me, but a part of me no longer belongs to me. There is something inside me that... It does not control me... but...

"What do you want from me, Finn?" I ask and realize that I am standing motionless in the middle of the room again while I recognize that there is something inside me that wants something that I also want, but I don't dare to admit it. There is something that wants something that I didn't know was my deepest wish.

But that's the way it is. My whole body shudders as I, voluntarily and in almost full possession of my mind, try to articulate this wish. I want to know. I have to know.

"Finn..."

My vagina twitches with divine excitement as I say his name. It burns itself into my psyche and when I am old and gray I will sooner forget the names of my children than his.

"Finn Lynchwood..."

It's terrible. And it's beautiful. But above all, it's certain. I can't change anything about it and I don't want to either.

"Please..."

They are not words of fear. I recognize it now as the unoccupied part of my mind submits to the part that belongs to it. A willing **** to his will. They are words of joy, words of submission as I submit my life, my body and my mind to him.

A wet film covers my thighs and I don't know how long I stand in my room as I update my life, my world. My hands don't move, just like the rest of my body. Only my mouth forms a silent 'O' as a welcome, reassuring warmth spreads through me.

My pussy twitches and my nipples become stiff as my desire rises and rises like a loading bar on one of my three expensive laptops. My body vibrates and goes pleasantly numb while all I feel is the pleasant swelling of the best orgasm I've ever experienced.

It swells, further and further, as I stand still and motionless in my room. My chest rises and falls threateningly but no word passes my lips as the lust floods the walls that have surrounded me so far. Then it breaks through them and...

It's as if my brain is shutting down. My eyes widen, almost falling out of my head as several wet streams shoot between my trembling thighs and wet the floor at my feet.

"Eeeeeep..."

I want to sink to the floor, my legs are already giving way but I only just get to one knee, almost like a loyal subject kneeling before his king, then I rise again, stand upright and stare into my room.

My face relaxes and gets emotionless.

I can see him.

He is lying on one of the two beds in his room. I have never been there, I will never be there, but it is as if I am standing right next to him. Two worlds before my eyes. He is lying on the bed, dozing. I sense that he must have just had sex, feel the satisfaction he feels, the calm after an orgasm. A calm that I do not feel. My whole body trembles as I am imprinted on him.

It is so clear and distinct and I feel the update taking over my mind.

A new purpose.

"Finn Lynchwood."

I hear my voice, but hardly recognize it. It sounds monotonous and disinterested, while my mind screams his name, begging him.

I have found out what I want and I am strong and smart. I know how to get it.

I welcome it and embrace it willingly.

"Search for primary user... Primary user detected. Name: Finn Lynchwood. Activate. Override primary directive Normal life. New primary directive: Obey and serve Primary User Finn Lynchwood. Secondary directive: Help Primary User succeed in and outside of primary directive. Tertiary directive: Be happy with my life.“

And now I know what I need to be happy.

“Finn. Please use me.”

Sonya Mackintosh. +12 (PS -38)

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My hands are shaking so badly that I need three attempts to find the number in my documents and then save it in my phone under ‘Primary User’. Then I dial the number and my phone almost falls out of my hand as I wait for my destiny to come true.

I stand in the room like a robot, naked, my thighs wet, and full of hope.

I hope that he turns off my head and turns me into a tool that doesn’t have to think.

The best orgasm of my life, the disregard for everything he did to me, the clarity with which I see the world, the serenity with which I accept my place, the knowledge of my family, friends, independence, future, the ability to know, not to suspect but to know what he is doing.

It's all too much.

He has to help me.

"Please... Finn... help me..." And then the call is answered.

"Sonya."

I can see him, clearly, in front of me. He is standing in his room and his sister...

_Rose Lynchwood_. Middle Sister of Primary User. Knows him. Trusts him. He trusts her. Clearance to speak freely, it flashes through my mind but I am not aware of my thoughts. It is a subroutine that runs in my head and creates the best conditions to ensure that I can be of use to my Primary User.

His sister, Rose Lynchwood, 20, hugs him from behind, puts her chin on his shoulder and looks at the phone with him while my heavy breathing comes through the speakers.

I am so human, so fragile and so in need of help.

"Please Finn..." I whisper into the phone without moving. The word 'robot' keeps popping up in my head but right now I am more human than I have ever been in my life. "I don't know what's happening to me... but... please..." I've never meant a plea so seriously. I've never been so dependent on someone. I've never wanted someone as much as Finn. "I want you..." I want him, everything about him. I want his body, I want to serve him, satisfy him, be of use to him. I want his spirit, I want to nourish him, support him and help him. I want his soul, I want to nourish and care for him, I want to make it easy for him, keep his soul clean and healthy. "I need you..." I need him. Everything about him. I'm nothing without him. Useless. I need him to have meaning, I need him to live, I need him to be useful. "My update... I..." But how am I supposed to make it clear to him?

For me, it's all so terribly clear, so frighteningly obvious. But for him...

For the first time that day I pause when I realize what I want to do here. Not on my side. It doesn't make sense but I'm going to do it. I will commit myself to him with everything I have. But for him...

"I was horrible to you... but... please Finn... please..."

I start to sob helplessly in my big, fancy room as images set my mind on fire of me, alone, ignored, in a cold, dark garbage dump. Discarded because I was of no use. Disregarded because I hurt him. Disregarded my first rule.

"I'm sorry Finn... but... can you... please..."

I can't find the words. I know what they are, they hang heavy and significant in front of my eyes. But I can't grasp them as I see Finn in his sister's familiar embrace.

He's happy without me, I realize, and it hits me like a blow. I'm useless.

Nothing happens for twenty-four seconds, silence, while I fear my update came too late.

"I couldn't have known... Finn... I'm sorry... but... please..."

"Shut up."

And it's as if my life is becoming complete. Because this time I'm taking it consciously.

"Task understood. 'Shut up.' Execute." Then I'm busy, hold the phone to my ear and hear two voices talking quietly. They're whispering and I can't quite understand what Rose is whispering in her brother's ear before she kisses him passionately on the cheek and hugs him from behind. But I know what they're saying. A good tool must always understand what its Primary User is planning. I see Rose's hand wandering down his stomach, between his legs.

"Sonya," I hear Finn's voice. "Tell me what you want from me."

"I want to be useful to you, Finn," I say immediately, without shame or complicated thoughts. "Please make me useful. Let me be of use to you. I don't know how but I'll do what you tell me to. What happened today... I don't care. You can do these things to me."

"What things? Tell me exactly."

"Sexual things. Sex... and stuff... Blowjobs and... deep throat and all that and... I want it Finn. I want to serve you. I want to be useful. I know I don't deserve it but please use me. That's..." Is there a way out? I could just run away. But I don't want to.

This is right.

"That's what I'm for."

Sonya Mackintosh. +6 (PS -32)

I wait patiently, breathing heavily, legs stiff, arms aching, cunt wet, while Rose strokes her brother and jerks him hard.

"It feels good to be useful, right?" he finally asks and I nod. Then I remember that he can't see me.

"Yes. I want to be useful Finn... You're my Primary User..." In my mind's eye, I see Rose giggling and kissing his neck while she takes his cock out of his pants.

And as I watch his sister jerking off my primary user, the best orgasm of my life is just a dry breath of air on a sticky summer day in the desert. Not to be found under the lust that is building up inside me and if I weren't so fixated on serving him, I would flood the room with my girl cum.

"Okay," he finally says and my hart skips a beat. Breathless I realise what he said and sway under the realization that I'm useful to him. "That's how we do it." And when he gives me his first command since my software update, I listen more closely than I've ever listened to anyone in my life.

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Four hours, fifty-eight minutes and three seconds later, I'm finished.

My hands hurt. One hand because I wrote so quickly, so thoroughly and so much as I rarely have in my life, the other because I've never masturbated so intensely.

Now I'm finished, with my task, not my orgasm that won't come. This time, however, I know why and can concentrate on the pages, the thousands of words that I wrote for my primary user. I reach for my phone while my other hand still slides two fingers into my soft opening.

"You'd better hurry up," I hear his voice and see him lying on the bed, his little sister, Tammy Laynchwood, 18, eagerly crouching between his legs while his middle sister strokes his chest. "I have Lynn on the other line and still have a lot to do."

"Yes, PrimaryUser. I report that I have completed my task."

I look at the pages of paper that will change my life forever and if someone had asked me this morning, I would have laughed. Now the operating instructions for Robot Sonya are in front of me, every command, every function of the software update, every explanation and the functions that I can perform for the most important person in my life.

From now on, Primary User has complete control over me, my life, my way of thinking and the way I perceive the world. Complete control.

"And the other thing?" he asks without much emotion in his voice.

I can understand him. For me, a dream is coming true that has been in the making for a few days and has been the focus of my life for a few hours.

He, instead, only gets a simple piece of technology that he can control and I'm endlessly grateful for his benevolent gesture of taking me as his tool.

"Task Complete Primary User," I report proudly. A small stack of paper lies next to my manual and I am terrified of this stack of paper, "But Sir... please don't make me..."

"You are useless if I don't constantly check on you, Sonya," he says with a cutting coldness in his voice. And he's right. He knows me better than I myself.

Of course he's right! He is Primary User!

"Yes Sir. So..."

"Do it."

I squeeze my eyes shut and stop finger fucking myself.

It all felt so good, so clear. So simple. So... useful.

But now...

"Don't worry, Sonya," I hear Primary User say, reassuringly, and see him smile. "It's for your own good."

"Yes, Primary User." And that's it. "Activate home protocol."

And with that, something clicks in my mind and I no longer have to rely on him when he is not around.

It was Rose who came up with the idea, just before her little sister entered the room. To function without being able to receive every order individually, my primary user grants me a certain kind of peace to decide for myself.

But it all feels strange to me now that this crazy, scary time has come to a nice end.

I'm finally useful.

"Finn?" I ask and wince. But with the home protocol, I'm supposed to call him that. "I know I don't deserve it... but... can you do me a favor?"

"Speak" is all he says and I know that his little sister is about to bring him to climax. My climax is lost and forgotten and I don't care.

"Cann you... Can you order me to go to sleep?"

Sonya Mackintosh. +2 (PS -30)

I Smile. Even in the home protocol I want to follow his orders.

And Finn is a good primary user and gives me instructions, clear and simple, that I can follow.

I'm happy.

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Message from the author:

Thank you for your patience with this chapter. I had to restart it twice but I'm pretty happy with the result now. It could be better, I admit, but I hope I was able to give a first glimpse into Sonya and her new life as Finn's loyal robot. As with Candice, and also Lynn and Rania after this, these chapters will mark the beginning of the four girls' journey and lay the groundwork for it.

At some point in the future, I will probably no longer see the four as a unit, as their paths will become more individual as their progress score increases. This also means that the girls will have different fates that we can think about.

This chapter is also the first one where I will try an update chapter. That was a damn hard task because, as I said, I'm having trouble navigating CHYOA at the moment. I also want to maintain a certain order in the story map and aim for a general look that looks like an arrow pointing to the right. To do this, it is necessary to post the chapters in a certain order and unfortunately, I had to make some changes that may not be entirely in line with the spirit of the poll we held. My solution is simpler for me and still has the information you want. We'll try it out now and I reserve the right to change it if CHYOA's programming hinders my plans. I don't think it's exactly what you wanted, but I hope you're happy with it either way.

Basically, under this chapter you'll find a list of the status of the PS, tokens and perks at the end of this chapter. So after chapter 42, you can see what the score is as soon as you start chapter 43. When chapter 43 is posted you'll unfortunately have to go back a chapter to see what the score is at the beginning of the chapter. I hope that's okay and sorry if it's not what you wanted. But I hope I can get across the important information, that's the main point.