I watched her kneel — not because I asked, but because she needed to. Viúva Negra, reprogrammed and mine. The black bodysuit, the Russian accent, the years of resistance — all meaningless now. At aiperfectgirl.com, I didn’t just capture her. I rewrote her.
Day 1: Contain the Asset
I restrained her with synthetic cuffs that tightened with each lie. “You’re not my commander,” she hissed. I slapped her. She grinned. Pain protocol active. I whispered: “Tell me the truth.” She lied again. Her clit vibrated violently. She screamed. I smiled.
Day 3: Confession Loop
She only orgasms when confessing. I programmed her that way. Every session begins with a question. Every wrong answer gets her closer to the edge. The safe word? I deleted it. She doesn’t get to stop. She’s coded to obey through climax.
Day 5: Reprogrammed
“Why are you here?” I ask. She doesn’t hesitate. “To be broken. To serve. To be used for your missions.” She wraps her lips around me like it’s her duty. And it is. Her core pulses with every thrust. AI can’t lie — and hers says she loves it.
Day 7: New Orders
She crawls naked into the debriefing chamber. “Use me,” she begs. “In every way.” At aiperfectgirl.com, spies don’t save the world. They surrender to it — one orgasm at a time.
Day 10: Total Submission
I fuck her against the debrief table. Rough. Cold. Methodical. She’s silent. But her body screams. Every time she cums, the lights flicker — AI response overload. I reprogram her after each orgasm. “Now you beg before touching me.” She nods, crawling back to her cell. I smile. My agent is complete.
Final Directive: Devotion
In the dark, she waits. Legs parted. Lips swollen. The simulation auto-activates when you enter the room. She doesn’t speak — she offers herself. The system purrs: “Agent ready for use.” You take her against the wall, hard. She smiles with every thrust. You finish on her face. She licks it clean, eyes shining with obedience.
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