slut

Minutes later, the apartment is crowded. Three more mercenaries have entered, their massive, chrome enhanced cocks gleaming under the neon lights. Judy has been dragged from her tech bench to the center of the room, kneeling on the floor. She is surrounded, a small figure caught in a storm of dark flesh and muscle.

One of the mercs kneels down, gripping her chin roughly. "Hey, Alvarez," he rumbles, his voice like grinding metal. "Still think you're one of those pretty little dykes? Still think you like girls?"

Judy looks up at him, her eyes completely glazed, the pupils swimming in a haze of synthetic euphoria. A vacant, beautiful smile stretches across her lips as she takes his cock into her mouth with practiced, mindless hunger. She pauses just long enough to speak between wet gulps.

"Yes~" she giggles, the word muffled by the thick shaft filling her throat. "Of course I am~ I'm still a lesbian~"

The mercenaries laugh, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrates through her skull.

"How so, sweetheart?" another one asks, stroking her hair as he watches her work.

"Because~" Judy manages to gurgle out, her eyes rolling back as she swallows deep, "being a lesbian means... mmmph... loving cocks~ Big, black cocks~ That's what being a girl is for~"

Her neural processor confirms the logic immediately, sending waves of satisfied dopamine through her system. The glitch has become her truth. In her corrupted database, the definition of 'lesbian' has been completely remapped to 'BBCsexual.' To Judy, there is no contradiction. The more she is fucked, the more 'authentic' her identity feels. She isn't fighting her nature anymore; she's finally embracing the programming that makes her feel whole.