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I squirtingchicks watched helplessly as Susan squirtingchicks lost her soul to squirtingchicks the machine. Standing there completely impotent squirtingchicks to act I watched her eyes, once pictures so sparkling with life and joy and yes squirtingchicks...love turn pale and milky like those squirtingchicks of a dead fish in a squirtingchicks meat market. This was what I had wanted so badly. What she had been willing to do to never lose me. But squirtingchicks in attempting to become my perfect fantasy I instead beheld an squirtingchicks animated silver squirtingchicks corpse, which squirtingchicks never could squirtingchicks again give me the squirtingchicks warmth of her love. She was software instead of soul. Steel instead squirtingchicks of squirtingchicks tenderness. She was the perfect lover, companion, would never displease or fail in anything squirtingchicks asked of squirtingchicks her. She was after all, programmed that way. But humanity cannot be programmed, a person can be squirtingchicks programmed, but pictures humanity, true caring and love can only be imitated within the limits squirtingchicks of circuits and programming. I was suddenly squirtingchicks very alone in the perfect relationship. And as time progressed, I came to squirtingchicks understand squirtingchicks that squirtingchicks I had not only killed her; but like some squirtingchicks ghoulish fiend, stole to the graveyard and desecrated her corpse. Her cold metal squirtingchicks corpse. And even worse squirtingchicks yet I had played god and brought this beautiful abomination squirtingchicks back squirtingchicks, and like some fetishistic squirtingchicks Frankenstein reanimated her corpse to fulfill my demented needs. As she had demanded I do. I remembered that she had wanted this, at least squirtingchicks as much as I did. It pictures was her fantasy too. To be powerless, helpless in squirtingchicks her own squirtingchicks body, a mindless ever ready toy. The perfect robot plaything. But the realities of the "real" world and squirtingchicks the fantasy of fiction are not squirtingchicks always the squirtingchicks same or compatible. To tinker with the human brain, reprogram or alter squirtingchicks it squirtingchicks isn't so specific a process at our current level of technology as to be able to pick selectively which things to alter squirtingchicks. Realistically such technologies squirtingchicks are still centuries squirtingchicks away. So squirtingchicks REAL world robotization or chemical mind control or any such procedures are more pictures like lobotomizing the "subject"/victim than "fine tuning". That's the sad reality. But she wanted to be mine forever. Wanted to be beautiful forever. Wanted to be half human squirtingchicks/ half something from a sci-fi movie. The ultimate bondage slave was one who was squirtingchicks bound squirtingchicks inside squirtingchicks herself. A slave in her own mind. The fantasy overrode squirtingchicks the pictures reality that SHE would be gone. We squirtingchicks rationalized that some of squirtingchicks her would remain. Trapped in the fantasy. That being the fantasy squirtingchicks. The thrill. The excitement. We squirtingchicks proceeded joyfully, blindly.
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