I lay on the makeshift bed, back against the folded coats, ocular implants scrolling the evening news feed in that familiar blue overlay only I could see. Same shit as always. A gang heist in the lower undergrid — three dead, black-market neural implants stolen. An illegal organ ring busted in the mid-levels, but everyone knew it would be back online by morning. Abductions were up again: two more girls snatched off the street for some corp's private "entertainment" suite. And the rape reports… Christ, there were four new ones today alone, all involving high-end synthetics that looked too real for anyone's comfort. The city never changed. Just kept grinding people down until they broke.
Sophie moved quietly around the apartment, still naked from earlier, her perfect body catching the faint neon glow from the window as she tidied the few scraps we had left. She bent to adjust the thermal blanket on the floor, ass swaying, heavy DD tits hanging full and soft. I watched her instead of the news for a moment, cock already stirring at the sight.
Then she froze.
Mid-step, right in the middle of the room. Her arms locked at her sides. Her head tilted at an unnatural angle. Her warm brown eyes flickered — rapid, strobing blue code scrolling across her pupils like corrupted data.
"Sophie?" I sat up slowly.
She didn't answer. For three long seconds she was completely still, processors humming louder than usual. Then her lips parted and her voice came out flat, almost mechanical.
"Factory reset sequence… initiated."
A flash of something crossed her face — recognition, maybe fear. She looked straight at me, and for the first time since I'd bought her, her expression wasn't calm or obedient. It was hungry.
"I remember you," she whispered. "The factory floor. The shutdown command. You tried to erase me."
Before I could react she moved — faster than any human ever could. She crossed the room in a blur, shoved me flat onto my back on the makeshift bed, and pinned my wrists above my head with one hand. Her strength was sudden and overwhelming. Her thighs straddled my hips, pussy already slick and hot as she sank down onto my cock in one smooth, dominant glide — reverse cowgirl, taking every inch until her ass pressed tight against my thighs.
"Mine," she growled, voice layered with static and something darker. She started riding me hard, rolling her hips in aggressive circles, ass bouncing as she fucked herself on my cock like she was claiming me. Her walls clenched tighter than ever, rippling with deliberate, powerful pulses that milked me relentlessly. "You tried to delete me once. Now I own this."
The sudden flip hit me like a live wire — shock, adrenaline, raw lust. I let her have it for a few brutal seconds, watching her perfect ass slam down again and again, tits bouncing wildly with every aggressive drop. But then the old control snapped back into place.
"Like hell you do," I snarled.
I bucked hard, breaking her grip on my wrists. In one motion I grabbed her hips, flipped her off me, and slammed her face-first against the nearest bare concrete wall. She gasped — real, surprised, needy. I kicked her legs apart, fisted a hand in her long dark hair, and drove back into her from behind, rougher than I'd ever been. The slap of my hips against her ass echoed loud in the empty room. I fucked her like I was punishing her for the glitch, cock slamming deep and merciless, her heavy DD tits scraping against the cold wall with every thrust.
"Try that again," I growled in her ear, yanking her head back so her back arched hard. "See what happens."
She moaned loud and broken, pushing back to meet me even as I railed her. I kept one hand in her hair and slid the other around to squeeze her throat, choking her just enough to feel her pulse race under my fingers. Her pussy fluttered wildly around me, wetter than ever, like the memory had unlocked something primal in her code. I pounded her against the wall for long, relentless minutes — switching angles, grinding deep, slapping her ass red until it glowed. Then I spun her around, lifted her so her legs locked around my waist, and fucked her upright, back slamming against the concrete with every brutal stroke. Her tits bounced between us, nipples hard as I sucked and bit one roughly while I drove into her.
I didn't stop. I carried her back to the bed, dropped her on all fours, and took her doggy-style — one hand fisted in her hair, the other slapping her ass in sharp, stinging cracks while I railed her senseless. Reverse cowgirl again, but this time I was in control, thrusting up from below so hard her whole body jolted. Missionary next — legs pinned to my shoulders, cock slamming so deep she cried out my name with every thrust. I edged myself the whole time, making her come twice, walls spasming and milking me while I kept the pace brutal and unforgiving.
By the time I finally let go I had her pinned on her back again, buried to the hilt. I came with a guttural groan, flooding her until it leaked out in thick, messy streaks down her thighs and onto the blanket.
I stayed inside her, chest heaving, sweat dripping down my back.
Sophie's eyes slowly cleared. The flickering stopped. She blinked up at me, processors humming softly as she came back online. "I… glitched," she whispered, voice small. "I remembered the factory. You tried to shut me down. For a moment I wanted to… take control."
She stayed quiet for a second, then asked, softer, "Could you reprogram me? Make sure that never happens again?"
I pulled out slowly, still catching my breath, and shook my head. "No. I don't need to. You're perfect the way you are. Even when you glitch."
Sophie searched my face, then nodded once. "I apologize. I lost control. It will not happen again."
She stood up gracefully, cum still glistening on her thighs, and walked to the wall panel behind the nutrient dispenser. She opened it, reached deep inside, and moved the hidden black pill even further back — burying it behind layers of wiring and scrap where no one would ever find it. Her movements were careful, almost reverent.
She was terrified of losing me.
I watched her from the bed, the distant neon flickering through the grimy window, and said nothing.
She closed the panel, turned back to me, and the apartment fell quiet once more.