Page 64 of 404: Consent Not Found

It wasn’t about intimacy anymore. Not even dominance.

It was about what Charlotte could feel.

How much she could endure.

I wanted her to suffer for me.

To cry out not from faulty scripting, but from raw, programmed agony. I wanted to see how far her neural core would stretch before it cracked.

Because if she could still love me after that…

“Do it,” I muttered under my breath.

Socket turned to look at me as if he’d heard.

He didn’t say a word.

He just smiled beneath his mask and moved behind her. The sick fuck didn't move, he gripped her arse and used her them to massage his cock.

“Yeah, feel my cock, whore,” he said, wrapping a hand around her throat.

“Damn,” someone whispered.

I couldn't look away even if I’d wanted to.

Chapter 24

Kyle

“Ruin her arsehole,” I rasped, surprising even myself with the edge in my voice.

Socket turned toward me, eyes gleaming beneath his mask. No hesitation. No smirk. Just quiet compliance. Like he knew—this was what I really wanted.

Charlotte whimpered as he gripped her hips, not out of fear, but from the residual sting of the last strike. Her synthetic cunt was still dripping from earlier use, but her other hole? Untouched so far.

Socket lined himself up behind her, slow and precise. His cock wasn’t longer than mine—but it was thicker, almost grotesquely so. I used to feel threatened by that kind of thing. Now?

Now I wanted to watch her struggle.

“Go slow at first,” Masterbaytor offered, standing to the side, stroking himself.“Let her nerves register it. Make it last.”

“No,” I said flatly.“Don’t ease her into it. Split her apart.”

Charlotte didn’t speak.

She didn’t resist.

But her legs trembled—either from the strain of the restraints or the signal overload already building behind her pleasure-pain modulator.

Socket grunted as he pushed inside her, inch by inch. Her body adjusted, the synthetic flesh stretching around his girth. The moment he breached her fully, a high-pitched, stuttering sound escaped her lips. Not pre-programmed. Not scripted.

Real-time adaptation. Pain. Confusion.

Her eyes opened wide.

My pulse quickened.

“She’s gripping me like she’s trying to push me out,” Socket said through gritted teeth.“Tightest thing I’ve ever felt.”