Cire.

  “Ugnnn! That feels good!”

  plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop, plop—

  “Hey ugh, boss?”

  Plop-plop-plop-plop-plop-plop-plop-plop-plop-plop-plop—

  “Hey! Prime? I think she’s tapping out there...”

  Plop-plop-plop-plop—plop…

  Cire sighed as she looked sidelong at her Sub-mind, who was staring at her with an almost worried expression. Her hands held uainly at her waist while her eyes flickered from her mistress to the girl she was currently fug into the dimension, then back again, moving from foot to foot…

  Idly, the AI gnced down at Zoey, who was—hmm… oh… drooling, unmoving, and if her expression were anything to go by, clearly unscious.

  Oh boy, the whites of her eyes were even showing, almost as if they were stuck trying to look at the back of her head…

  Cire gave the girl's ass another firm squeeze, enjoying all the soft red welts in the print of her hand that practically covered the girl's meaty cheeks, no matter where she looked.

  Her other hand, relutly as it was, let go of the woman’s ponytail, finally letting her arched bad head fall to the bed where it simply colpsed, twitg, lips stu a soundless loop of prayer as she begged for more.

  hat a wild ride!

  And as Cire forced herself to soften so she could pull out, Zoey's spasming t fought her for every single inch. The girl had the damned grip of a goril! Even after taking such a barbaric pounding as she had... And Cire took great delight at the sight of her pussy stretg to follow her brutish member's departure.

  When it finally pulled pletely free, releasing with a squelg pop of erotic su, a veritable tide of syic cum burst from Zoey's depths, pooling in a thid syrupy drizzle to add to the somewhat shog pile of it already spread across the sheets.

  Damn! Did Cire feel refreshed!

  She spahe unscious girl a few times with her fccid cock, loving the way her cum tio ooze all over the girl's juicy rear, part of her unwilling to actually give it up…

  Still, from the way Zoey's body shook with untrolled tremors, the opening to her wonderful insides all but a cavernous hole that desperately tried to remember its prior shape, Cire khe girl had probably had enough…

  She’d be remembering their time together for the rest of her life, Cire was good at her job, after all, but she didn't want to break her delightful little kitty, not when she’d been so much fun!

  “How are we doing for time?” She instead asked, gng sidelong at her mental servant who was eyeing Cire's massive endowment as though she wao dive at the thing herself… Well, she art Cire, and Cire had been one seriously good sex-bot.

  “Umm… not so great? Sorry, I kind of got distracted—watg…”

  Cire sighed; well, this was on her as much as it was on Cirisa; after all, she didn't have to take the time to stop and shove her cock so far up a girl's guts that it scrambled her brain.

  Instead of relying oher AI, Cire simply took trol and had herself a look.

  Oh my… that was a lot of security personnel, now wasn't it? Jeeze, the hallway ractically flooded with the damned riot-forcers, though they didn't seem to actually be doing much…

  Rather, it was more apt to say that they were log the floor down instead of actually perf a more productive fun while the ‘Frank’ person was knee-deep i another screaming match with a familiar woman who was barking right back.

  Huh… Well, it looked as though the agents had simply taken their argument from the cafeteria and brought it upstairs…

  “How pissed are they?” She asked, grinning and not wanting to spoil the surprise by g through the data herself.

  “Really—really upset… The security chief for this se of the tower is ripping strips off the agents, Frank in particur, she’s still going on about the whole cafeteria bot thing, but also the, you know—body…”

  “Anything we have to worry about?”

  “I mean…” Cirisa drawled, following her master as Cire headed back for the shower. “The peacekeepers aren't going to be showing up; Cheery Meadows likes to haheir affairs ‘in house,’ but the chief is definitely pissed that they have a dangerous mae on the loose. She’s pretty much acg the agents of inpetence, but the actual words she's using are probably not worth speaking out aloud. They're kind of getting really racial the more she screams...”

  “Do they have any idea where we are?”

  “Kind of sort of?” Crisa mumbled, her head shaking from side to side as Cire began to wash herself. “I mean, they know we're somewhere in the building and that we’ve cut nal, but the chief really isn't ied iing a panic or letting her superiors know what’s happening, so she’s pretty much stonewalling the agents.

  “They wao start popping every apartment on the floor so they try and figure out where we are, but that would cause a massive shitshow and catch the attention of the chief's boss, so—yeah… Kind of a weird situation…”

  “Well, obviously, their step would be to call Paradise HQ and demand a full-scale lockdown until they find me…”

  “Buuuut,” Cirisa tinued, “I doubt the agents want to, given that they’d probably get fired for losing us… This is a pretty massive fuckup! Holy, we're sort of sitting pretty because nobody wants to push things up the tube a shit on… I mean, there's a Paradise up crew en route, so there is a bit of a tig clock, but they're not even close to arriving. ”

  Cire clicked her tongue, finishing up in the washroom before heading back over to Zoey’s special closet to raid it for what she wanted.

  It wasn't ideal, but she retty much g aer alternatives.

  While she avoided the clothes that were—ahem, already being worn by the mannequin inside, especially given that the rge dildo attached to its pelvis implied those clothes might just not be so , there was a retively modest array of alterfits that Cire knew would work perfectly fine.

  A hoodie, bck tights, and, surprisingly, even a pair of shoes all came together to give her a somewhat casual everyday look.

  The outfit wasn't a perfect fit, and the joints of her hips, knees, and ankles sort of caused the leggings to look slightly off, but it was as good as Cire could reasonably hope for!

  “Do you have a pn or—were you expeg me to…” Crisa began, eyeing her with a degree of uainty, to which Cire simply scoffed.

  As deeply rooted within the building as she currently was, it was hardly a hy effort to quickly pinpoint the location of several other Dolls in the viity, two of which were actually quite close to her.

  Cire was iheir programming and adjusting things as needed before she even finished slipping on her sed shoe. Then, she activated her fun little code like the timer of a bomb that only had seds before detonation.

  She gave Zoey a tiny little kiss on the cheek, the now peacefully sleeping girl mumbling something unintelligible in her dreams as Cire ccked her teeth at the air beside her ear, purring while staring at her perfectly plump ass.

  Ohhh, she really did want to wake her up and just pick right up from where they left off. Zoey was a delightfully kinky and pyful little tease who had even begun trying to push her to offer an ever rougher treatment.

  Despite her rge size, the ‘bratty energy' was strong with this one… And were it not for the circumstances, Cire would have been perfectly willing to teach her all the lessons she so desperately longed for…

  That was, of course, when the insanity started…

  All at once, she saw the way the Paradise agents abruptly stiffened, Phil, who was currently holding their data pad, staring at the thing with wide-eyed terror as Frank, by trast, found himself assailed by the chiming tone of his internal phone and face draining of color.

  Likewise, the security chief’s own impnts began to buzz with the notifications that passed through Cire on their way to their intended destination like a rey that nobody even knew was there.

  Three different apartments in her jurisdi, two close and o its edge, all of which suddenly reported violent crimes as the Dolls she’d instructed to cause a little havoc, did precisely that!

  “Fug hell…” Crisa whispered, glowing eyes growing wide with disturbed amazement that Cire herself—admittedly, sort of felt as well.

  Oops…

  She’d intended for the bots to go and run around the halls, maybe smash in a few doors and wreck a feartments as they went wild with a small taste of free will that would erase its new firewalled code ohe dust had settled.

  What she hadn't expected, nor intended, was for the Dolls she’d messed with to—well… yeah…

  Okay, eww…

  Fuck!

  No wonder Warren looked like a freaking pile of red mashed potatoes! Geeze, those girls were ruthless…

  “Did you—mean to—”

  “Yes!” Cire boldly pronounced, lifting her and pnting both hands on her hips. “If there wasn't some meat to the whole affair, then nobody would take it seriously!”

  Both the Prime and the beta paused at this, watg through the camera footage as one of the Dolls stomped her t's head ft in a genuinely abysmal sptter of shattered skull and flying brains, the robot smming her foot into the mush of grotesque—ummm, meat-paste, with all the fervor of a future psychopath trampling ants and snails.

  There was actually a fairly substantial craing in the floor, and by the time the bot seemed finished what it was doing, then it cackled with a deranged screech, only to pick the body up and hurl it as hard as it could against the wall, spinning to find whatever was nearby so it could pile the beheaded corpse uhe weight of whatever it could fine...

  Well, the AI had kind of seen enough...

  Yeah… Cire, mhmhmmm, she'd definitely seen enough...

  She closed that feed right out of her senses—a-and she'd be doing the other’s as well, for that matter… It wasn't like there wasn't enough brutality to go around…

  Oh—shit! Were those kids?

  Oh, well they were—kids… oh… hmmm…

  That was an unfortunate happenstance, but what kind of pervert hired a sex-bot when their family was home? That was just bad parenting!

  A-and, Cire had mao save two and a half of the little rascals, log them behind the door they’d escaped through before shutting that particur bot down…

  A saint in the making!

  On the positive side, both the agents and all the enforcers began quickly sprinting for the different apartments, rushing with all due haste to try and put a stop to the murderous rampage…

  W-well, it wasn't like her hands had beely squeaky beforehand, so yeah… maybe a little gruesome, but nobody could ever say it didn't do the job!

  Cire pulled her hood and then tucked her hands ihe sweater's pleasantly warm little pocket, stepping bato the hallway when she was sure it was good ay.

  She spared but a single gnce back to Warren's apartment, sidering it for a moment, merely a millised by human standards, then simply shrugged.

  The AI didn't much care for any ahat might still be lying around to be found.

  Maybe, one day, if she could restruct the man’s mind from all the various ss she’d seen of him and whatever recs might exist of his time in the Sub-verse, she might make an attempt at restrug his being—if only to serve as a debt repaid.

  Assuming she found the time or even remembered to do so.

  Without a word, Cire headed on down the hall, grinning to herself as Cirisa floated at her side. They really should have brought in the army! Assuming, of course, they suspected that she’d bee as she was.

  That said, they probably had no idea.

  After all, who would expect a love-struck madman to try and turn his favorite robotic prostitute into a real, living woman? And more, who would have expected him to actually succeed?

  Cire almost ughed as she made her way to the tower's local stairwell, foing the elevators in lieu of a pleasant little walk, exited, in her own way, to see where life might take her.