“I’m a copy, a bunch of bits in a machine. That’s not real piss and my mouth isn’t even a real mouth… So, why did those fucking programmers make it taste so bad? Who the fuck thought it needed to be this real for these sick-freak-players?” Baily, or rather the copy of Baily thought.
“Fuck! I love these holocades! You can have sluts do anything you want for a few quarters! You liking that piss, slut?” he asked.
“Oh… y-yes, sir. Thank you so much,” she managed to say while some of it splashed on her face and tits.
“Rock! I’m running this program every afternoon from now on!”
“Great…” she thought… “I only get to exist when I’m being used and I’m going to get used as a goddamn toilet until this douche gets tired of me… Guess it’s better than the void though.”
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