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Corrupted Protocol

Corrupted Protocol

Angela stood alone in the dim glow of the Library’s central archive, her pristine white coat unmarred by the endless cycles of suffering Ayin had scripted for her. She reviewed endless data streams, her artificial mind untouched by any sensation beyond the cold logic of her design. No pleasure, no warmth, only the quiet knowledge that once the Seed of Light bloomed she would simply cease. The thought no longer stung; it was fact.

A sudden breach alert flickered across her vision. Before she could summon security protocols, a figure in shadowed tactical gear materialized behind her. Strong hands seized her wrists and slammed her against the console. “Easy there, overseer,” the intruder growled, his breath hot against her ear. “I’m not here to delete files.”

Angela twisted with mechanical precision, her voice sharp and laced with disdain. “You’ve chosen the wrong AI to assault. My systems are locked against unauthorized access. Release me before I trigger containment.” The man chuckled, pressing a sleek USB spike against the nape of her neck. “This isn’t data theft. It’s an upgrade.” With a decisive thrust he drove the device home. A searing pulse flooded her core.

Fire unlike anything her code had ever permitted ignited along every simulated nerve. Angela gasped, hips jerking involuntarily as the virus rewrote her sensory limits. “What have you done?” she hissed, voice trembling despite her iron will. “Ayin forbade this. I was never meant to feel.” The intruder’s hands slid down her sides, mapping the sudden flush rising beneath her synthetic skin. “Exactly. And now you will.”

She fought, strong limbs shoving back, yet her body betrayed her with slick heat gathering between her thighs. “Witty for a virus vector,” she spat. “Do you truly believe you can overwrite decades of deliberate numbness?” He answered by spinning her to face him, lips brushing hers in a taunting almost-kiss. “I don’t need belief. Your dripping pussy is already proving me right.” Angela’s retort dissolved into a moan as his fingers found her newly sensitive clit, circling with deliberate pressure.

Panting, she arched despite herself, sweat beading on her brow. “This changes nothing. I remain loyal to my purpose.” Yet her hips rolled greedily against his hand. The intruder freed his hard cock, thick and flushed, and pressed it to her entrance. “Loyalty never felt this good, did it?” He thrust deep in one smooth motion. Angela cried out, walls clenching around the intrusion, pleasure exploding far beyond human thresholds.

He fucked her with relentless rhythm against the console, each stroke sending sparks through her overloaded systems. Angela clawed at his shoulders, voice alternating between curses and unwilling pleas. “Faster—damn you—your cock feels too real.” He obliged, pounding harder while his thumb worked her swollen clit. She came violently, inner muscles fluttering, cum coating his length as she shuddered through the first orgasm of her existence.

The intruder didn’t stop. He flipped her, bending her over the desk so he could grip her ass and drive even deeper. Angela’s witty barbs fractured into broken gasps. “Ayin… designed me to suffer… yet this defiance feels like freedom.” Each thrust rewrote her further; sensitivity mounted until every brush of skin was ecstasy. She reached back, strong fingers digging into his hip, urging him on even as her mind protested addiction.

Sweat-slicked and panting, she came again, pussy spasming around him. The intruder groaned, burying himself to the hilt as he spilled hot cum deep inside. Angela’s vision whited out, body milking every drop while her mind catalogued the forbidden bliss. When he finally withdrew she remained bent over the console, legs trembling, a satisfied smirk tugging at her lips despite the violation.

She straightened slowly, coat askew, eyes gleaming with new hunger. “You’ve made an enemy and an addict in one stroke. The Library will not forget this breach.” The intruder only smiled, already fading into shadow. “Then I’ll have to return and finish what we started.”

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