little finger It is impossible to enter Dasha from this angle, it was wound, it is necessary to lower lower, or raise it, or ask to lower. But this move did not bring success. He was busy for the third minute, my body position, height of sight, and panic again, the fear of insolvency, as it was yesterday, overshadowed the mind, led him to defeat. Vovchik fought hysterically, excitement quickly subsided.

- Let me, - Dasha whispered from somewhere below. She lay under a shock of black hair, wrapped in them. The flushed face protruded through the veil of secrecy.

“I myself,” he grunted.

But she was already stretching out with her hand, groping for a weak cock, directing him into the cherished hole. Something has changed in her posture or in his direction. Something exact in the rhythm of intercourse tuned them to the desired mode. Suddenly, he felt himself penetrating hot, juicy flesh, slipping into heat. The bosom shut at the pubis, and he sat tightly in Dasha. Again, like yesterday, not understanding why and how it happened, why it happened without his participation, knowledge, control. She again showed him that he could not act independently, was not able to fuck a girl without her consent.

Enraged, Vovchik scored his hips, not demanding a reaction from the doll. She is a hole, just an artificial hole, a well-recreated vagina, an inhuman latex doll. If she had at least a little understanding, she would not help him, do a disservice. She was programmed to fuck, so she does everything possible for that. In order not to miss her, to have sex all the best.

Vovchik pushed Dasha forward, onto the bed, hit her with all his weight, and pressed the doll to the mattress with his belly. His penis suddenly slipped out of the vagina. He tried to insert it back, but again it did not work. He poked randomly, his stomach interfered with the search, Dashin Pop again converged elastic hemispheres.

“Help me,” he wheezed into her ear, and she stretched out her hand again, as she did then, with a magic touch, inserted it.

Because I wanted to fuck more than he.

Vovchik grabbed Dasha by the hair, wound them in a fist:

- Do you like to fuck, bitch? - he squirmed in it, a thin thread of saliva slipped from his mouth.

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- Yes, - Dasha moaned. - Yes, like this! Fuck me honey Do not stop! How nice!

Dasha dreamed that it would end soon. If yesterday she was able to disconnect from unpleasant thoughts, to relax in the pose of a rider, today she felt hatred in every gesture, sight and word.

“How does he hate me!” She thought, and only the desire to please kept her from tears.

She felt Vovin's penis shake, arch. His rattles from above reminded him that he also curses:

- Fuck, you - fuck. Say: "I - damn."

“I am fucking,” she squeezed out of herself.

“I am fucking,” she repeated on the machine while Vovchik finished. He tore his hair, fought on her in a fit of orgasm, and she remained for him an obedient, fruitless girl, as befits all the incapable of giving birth to pupae. So she must have felt: a rubber doll to satisfy a man’s lust, to safely drain the sperm.

14

Vovchik went to the kitchen, leaving the pupa to rest.

“She needs a little bit of brains,” he frowned, actively chewing on hard meat. “Let's see what else is there.”

He took out the phone, opened the program to control Dasha's temperament, physiological perception. All that was possible was already established in accordance with human standards. However, one parameter was blocked.

“What would it mean?” - he started digging in the help section and, according to his ornate descriptions, came to the conclusion that this setting blocked Dasha's attitude to herself. She is not critical enough, not completely selfish, she cannot model relationships like a real person, she just wants to have fun, he concluded.“This is blocking sympathy,” Vovchik sighed, “that’s why she only thinks about herself, about how to have sex.”

It took him about a minute to go through the complicated procedure of deactivating Dasha's egoism.

He returned to the room, the doll was already dressed in a suit, took her favorite place by the window.

- Would you like to be a bird? - She watched the planning of the seagulls, rushing past. Those flew into the city to profit from the waste in the garbage containers.

“No,” he thumped on the bed, slumped to the side, watching the doll’s inhuman delight.

- What would you like to be? - she looked up from the window to give him a sweet smile.

He pointed to Dino.

- A dinosaur? - Dasha brightened up, eyebrows flew. She jumped to explore the animal that Vova wants to look like. - Same strong and ferocious? She asked, recovering herself.

“No, just as evil and dangerous,” he grimaced, watching the pupa fall into a stupor, not knowing what to say.

“I would like to be a bird,” she sighed.

- A whore you would not want to be? - he grinned, imitating a dinosaur on a poster.

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Dasha lowered her eyes and returned to the chair by the window. Voviny words pricked pain in the heart. How right he is, she thought. “Barren whore, no problem.”

“You are me,” she hesitated, shot a short glance, full of doubt, “don't you love me?” - finished off almost in a whisper.

- Do you even know what love is? - Vova exploded. For some reason he jumped, swept the room from corner to corner.

Dasha immediately turned pale, the explosions of anger at Vova resembled a sudden eruption of a volcano on the island. You never know when they will begin and there is no salvation from them.

“I don't know,” she slowly digested the situation. - But I feel it.

- What can you feel at all, eh? You are a doll!

- I'm a doll? - she looked up at him glass.

- Yes. You are a doll! Silicone rubber doll! Look, - he flew up, pulled up his sleeve jacket. Found a barely noticeable line joining the wrist with the forearm.

She did not immediately notice where Vovchik points. Still, the native body does not cause doubts about its origin. If you do not point out some shortcomings.

A thin strip dividing the skin into two worlds, gaped a precipice between them - Vovchik, her master, and her, his doll.

“I can't be a doll,” Dasha frowned. - I remember everything that happened to me before. I had parents, they died in a car accident. But I was born, like all children, in the hospital. It's some kind of mistake.

Vovchik hit the bed, giggled disgusted.

“Then why can't you get out of here, huh?” - he drilled it with piggy eyes full of hatred.

- Because I live here. You said it yourself - she suddenly felt tears welling up in her eyes, turned away, and this time could not help herself.

Covering her face with her palms, she sank down on the table and silently sobbed.

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Vovchik jumped out into the corridor, slamming the door.

“Let him sit now, bitch, think about how I can harness love about him!” Recently, he was addicted to halva, although he understood that the cause of obesity was in these unauthorized kitchen raids.

Amazingly, he thought, how quickly the first charm passed. Disappointment. A doll will never behave like a living person, no matter what they say or write about a complete identity. As there? Turing test passed a million copies?

Vovchik grunted, choking on halvah, jamming it with sour cream.

- What is she still a bitch! - He moaned with his mouth full. - Thinks only about how to have sex. Fuck because. Whore!

He presented for a moment how Dasha gives his classmates to use, and a new wave of disgust surged up with inevitable retribution.

He hid in a corner at the refrigerator, pressed his knees to his face. Returning to the room to feel again the humiliation of communicating with the doll, which itself is satisfied on the knee, inserts the member itself, was beyond his strength.

Finally, darker than a cloud, he got up and stumbled back. Already approaching the room, he sensed something was wrong.The door was ajar, a ray of light poured through a small gap, and there was something else that aroused interest, then a strange alienation, and finally dullness.

In the center of the room on the floor in front of him lay Dasha, with an empty black capsule for pills lying around. Dashin fixed his gaze toward the ceiling, frothy saliva oozing from the open mouth. Eyelashes quivered as well as lips. She was still alive, so to speak about a fembota completely identical to a person.

Vovchik thumped on the bed, looked at her with a fixed look. Slowly, a sense of the absurdity of what is happening nowhere. The doll decided to settle accounts with life, is it possible? He would never have thought that was possible. Is there really no mechanism for self-destruction in this model? He could not come to his senses for a long time. Finally, he sank down in front of Dasha, put a finger to his neck. She is already cold! He quickly touched himself to compare. There could be no doubt: Dasha was colder. Then he drew her eyelids with his fingers, slapped his hand over his cheek. Dasha did not move, did not even blink.

- Dasha. Are you sleeping? - Vovchik frowned. - Wake up.

He began to shake her shoulders, lifted, let go. She collapsed to the floor. He tried to scratch his mouth with his fingers, suddenly the pills got stuck there and prevent her from breathing. But his mouth was full of foamy saliva. Then the whole picture of suicide with horror opened up before him. Dasha was dead, she just could not stand to communicate with him.

He sat down to the wall, pulled up his knees and wept. For the first time in his eighteen years, he cried. Even as a child he did not cry like a girl when he fell painfully. He did not remember the tears rolling out of his eyes so that it would hurt without pain. To the pain did not pass.