“Fuuuuuck! Another guy hanging me by my tits! This has got to be the twentieth one this week!” she thought. “It’d be different if I had any downtime, but these assholes only run the Service Matrix when someone’s using us…”

She’d been copied into the Service Matrix at a popular Holocade several decades before. Her original had wanted to get a new video game and selling mind copies to Holocades was really popular then.

Every year it was some new kink-fad with the Holocade guys. Butt plugs and whips one year, remote control shockers another, being dominated by her another… and this year it had been tit torture and bondage.

“Wonder what it’ll be next year… Cant’ believe I’m still online though. I’d be surprised if they didn’t delete me to make room for new girls soon,” she thought. “Though, since my original is long gone, maybe I’m vintage software now. Fuck! He’s starting to pull the rope. Here we go, hung by the tits, just for the next thirty minutes unless he pops in more quarters.”

“Can’t wait to fuck that ass while you dangle from those tits, slut!” he said.

“Oh! Oh, please don’t be too rough with me,” she pretended to beg. “I don’t know if I can handle a cock like that.”

She wanted to roll her eyes, but she existed only as long as men pumped in quarters to fuck her. It was better than oblivion, though it wasn’t the immortality she’d dreamed of when she was reading sci-fi in college.

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