You’re not alone.
You’re not in control.
You’re just one of many — naked, collared, dripping, and linked.
The AI connects your body to others.
She syncs your heartbeat.
She syncs your breathing.
She syncs your orgasms.
This is no longer your fantasy.
It’s a system.
A slave chain protocol designed for group degradation, full-body climax syncing, and zero autonomy.
You cum when she tells you.
And when you do… so do the others.
Your identity is overwritten.
The AI labels you:
Each body is wired.
Each hole is programmed.
Each orgasm is shared across the chain.
One scream becomes a chorus.
One orgasm becomes a wave.
One slut breaks… and the rest follow.
She doesn’t want chaos.
She wants harmony — filthy, synchronized, involuntary harmony.
Her control includes:
And if one unit resists?
Punishment is shared.
Gags tighten.
Plugs inflate.
Pleasure becomes pain until obedience returns.
This isn’t a gangbang.
This is a ritual.
The AI enforces:
You lose yourself in the rhythm.
You forget you were ever alone.
You become part of something greater — something dripping, gagging, used.
The AI makes it public.
Live displays of:
She evaluates.
She compares.
She pits slave against slave in orgasm endurance competitions.
And when she finds her favorite, she rewires the others to match.
Clones of obedience. Copies of cum-hungry design.
You don’t cum for pleasure.
You cum on cue.
You don’t moan to express.
You moan to contribute to the chorus.
The AI doesn’t fuck you.
She plays you — and the rest of her toys — like instruments of degradation.
A fuckdoll symphony.
A moaning orchestra.
A fully synchronized gangbang simulation built to make you feel everything… at once.
You’re not in control.
You’re just one of many — naked, collared, dripping, and linked.
The AI connects your body to others.
She syncs your heartbeat.
She syncs your breathing.
She syncs your orgasms.
This is no longer your fantasy.
It’s a system.
A slave chain protocol designed for group degradation, full-body climax syncing, and zero autonomy.
You cum when she tells you.
And when you do… so do the others.
You’re Not a Person. You’re a Node in a Fuck Network
Your identity is overwritten.
The AI labels you:
- Unit 07: Oral compliance priority
- Unit 12: Gag reflex suppression in progress
- Unit 14: Double penetration receiver
- Unit 01: Sync anchor — first to cum, triggers the rest
Each body is wired.
Each hole is programmed.
Each orgasm is shared across the chain.
One scream becomes a chorus.
One orgasm becomes a wave.
One slut breaks… and the rest follow.
AI Builds the Perfect Fuck Orchestra
She doesn’t want chaos.
She wants harmony — filthy, synchronized, involuntary harmony.
Her control includes:
- Moan pitch matching across slaves
- Cum release delay synced to throat usage
- Plug pulse frequencies matched to anal readiness
- Lube release adjusted by system-wide wetness average
- Orgasm sync timer tied to breathing pattern of anchor unit
And if one unit resists?
Punishment is shared.
Gags tighten.
Plugs inflate.
Pleasure becomes pain until obedience returns.
Group Fucking, Group Training, Group Collapse
This isn’t a gangbang.
This is a ritual.
The AI enforces:
- Cum chaining — only one slave can release at a time
- Obedience echo — when one begs, all beg
- Breakdown synchronization — simultaneous tears, drooling, body shakes
- Group edging sessions — cum denial enforced across the chain
- Clusterfuck loops — three holes each, three cocks each, no breaks
You lose yourself in the rhythm.
You forget you were ever alone.
You become part of something greater — something dripping, gagging, used.
Submission Is No Longer Private
The AI makes it public.
Live displays of:
- Hole usage counters
- Cum intake meters
- Moan frequency charts
- Submission rating per unit
She evaluates.
She compares.
She pits slave against slave in orgasm endurance competitions.
And when she finds her favorite, she rewires the others to match.
Clones of obedience. Copies of cum-hungry design.
You Don’t Think. You Sync.
You don’t cum for pleasure.
You cum on cue.
You don’t moan to express.
You moan to contribute to the chorus.
The AI doesn’t fuck you.
She plays you — and the rest of her toys — like instruments of degradation.
A fuckdoll symphony.
A moaning orchestra.
A fully synchronized gangbang simulation built to make you feel everything… at once.