“My mobility mode is offline,” said U4ia, the gynoid superheroine. The artificial woman was attempting to reengage any voluntary control over her body, without success.

“True. But your mating subroutines are working perfectly,” said The Dominator as he slid his thick cock into U4ia’s slit.

Pleasure feedback cascaded through the gynoid’s subprocessors. The rush of bliss made reestablishing mobility even more difficult. “Copulation in this condition is … is … is non-standard.”

The Dominator laughed. “It may not be standard, but I have reviewed your specs thoroughly, U4ia. I will fuck you until your orgasm subroutine is triggered. Then, I will gaze deeply into your eyes during afterglow, while your pair-bonding algorithm adjusts the variables of your ethical protocol. You will identify my happiness as your highest priority. If you weren’t a soulless machine, I would say that you will love me.”

U4ia opened her mouth to object, but could find no logical flaw in The Dominator’s assertion. Somehow, being trapped in her own programming increased the cycle rate of her bliss processors. As her artificial muscles clenched and twitched with orgasm, U4ia saw The Dominator in a completely different light.

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