Yarkoz
Really Really Experienced
Felix Brown
Doctor experienced a very new feeling. He wanted to rape this helpless naked women for no good reason but him having a bad mood. Later he will say that this rape is not a true rape because the woman is not "real" but at this very moment he treated her like a real person.
"I am sorrrry" Her words had zero chance to stop Felix. In fact her pleading tone only added to his desire to take her. Ten seconds to remove pants, five seconds to assume a comfortable position and then he hesitated for something like ten more seconds.
If Dahlia hoped that doctor is considering to let her go, then she was wrong. He enjoyed the moment. It seemed so wrong to do so but Felix couldn't help it. He liked to play a role of rapist. It was his old suppressed fantasy that got released by his anger.
Finally, he made one strong push to slam his dick in Dahlia's delicate anus. Being a medic he knew that a real human would experience a severe injury yet he expected that artificial humans have much more durable bodies.
Dahlia
The same telescoping layers of synthetic membranes that lay within her esophagus also yawned to accommodate Felix's thrust. They had to react quickly of course, and even these had their limits, but Felix needed the strength of a railgun for anything particularly nasty to happen. As far as Dahlia knew, no human possessed that quality.
She wondered if her mind started down this road as a distraction. She wasn't ungrateful but the least it could've done was provide something more pleasant than her durability ratings. The building pain from her sphincter demanded something more than that.
For all her years, nothing felt like this. Ever. Michael had brought her intense pleasure and compassion. Felix was the direct opposite. Two extremes in less than a day. The best and worst of humanity. The contrast rammed into her mind, and she shrieked.
"AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" The soundproofing, installed for obvious reasons, would certainly drown out anything she could generate, but her vocalizer threatened to blow anyway. No lacrimal glands meant she had no tears to shed, but she craned back to Felix anyway. Her burgeoning psyche pleaded through her eyes, desperately trying to grasp at its suddenly acquired and now brutally lost innocence.
She wailed again, the woeful cry of a newborn. The ghost had been breathed into the machine.