She knew her lungs weren’t real, her throat, her body, and not even her mind as well. She knew she was a copy, sold by the original so the original could buy a new purse. However, that didn’t stop her simulated lungs from burning while she choked on the avatar’s digital cock.

“I hope that bitch enjoys her fucking purse!” she often thought. “She never even gave a thought to what life for her Service copy would be like in the Holocade!”

“Fuck! I love these Holocades! You digisluts feel just like the real thing! You even act like the real thing! Can’t wait to make you go ass to mouth. What’s that, like two more quarters? My girlfriend won’t do it, so I’m glad I’ve got the Holocade!” he said.

“Yeah… I bet you are…” she thought, but knew she was a toy created for him to use as he liked. She only existed when she was getting fucked.

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