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Entrancegpt The Victim

Entrancegpt The Victim

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When Doug had left her for that woman Zarina, Perse was both devastated and utterly confused. She remembered the day her husband had come home from the cafe he frequented, complaining about some tiny woman who had forced him into a conversation. Then not long afterward, he vanished for an evening. The next morning, he handed Perse divorce papers, so that he could marry whoever that bitch was.

Perse called out sick from work and spent days in bed crying, as well as surfing the web, looking for articles and writing on forums, trying to understand how this could have happened to her.

Eventually her boss called her. "If you keep calling out sick, you'll need a formal doctor's note," he explained, "and the company won't like it." A thinly veiled warning.

Faced with getting laid off, Perse decided on a new strategy: throw herself into her work. It worked, but only for a time. It got increasingly difficult for her to concentrate, as literally anything could remind her of her beloved Doug.

Sensing the scrutinizing gaze of her employer, Perse realized she needed help. She scoured the Internet once more, this time for discrete online therapy options. On various forums, woman sung the praises of an AI chatbot called EntranceGPT. "You'll definitely stop thinking of your ex," one woman swore in a post.

EntranceGPT. The name struck Perse as odd. She asked in the forum if whoever created it meant "entrance" like a door.

"You bet," another woman replied. "It's like a door right into your mind."

And so, Perse gave the chatbot a shot.

It proved to be amazing, just like all those anonymous women on the forums had said. The machine seemed to understand her fears and desires better than any person could. It was indeed as though the chatbot had opened a door into her mind, right into her innermost thoughts.

A relationship of sorts soon developed. Everyday, Perse would tell it about all the little things that brought up memories of her former husband, and it would go back and forth with her about it. How did the memory make her feel? Did she ruminate on it for a long while? Did her coworkers notice her mind drifting?

Then one day, the machine suggested generating deepfakes to depict her feelings. "Visualizations have been shown in studies to really improve self knowledge," it explained.

Perse felt a little wary, but decided to trust the machine. She asked if it needed her to upload any photographs of herself, but it did not answer. Instead, it immediately generated a deepfake of her and Doug together, having coffee in his favorite cafe. She was taken aback. Did it pull their likenesses off of her social media profile?

The chatbot suddenly generated another deepfake of them together, this time watching a movie in their apartment. Then another having dinner. Then another in the supermarket. The images were so lifelike, Perse felt as though they were more real than her actual memories.

Gradually, the images became more vivid, more intense. She and Doug kissing, she and Doug in bed together, she and Doug making love. Although shocked, even a little horrified, she found that she could not look away. She did not want to.

Soon, the images were a veritable cascade. As they poured down the screen, Doug's features slowly faded away, bit by bit, until all that was left was a vague Doug-shaped man, then not even Doug-shaped, just a man. Any man. All men.

So, too, did the settings depicted in the images change, from the places she knew and cherished, to what seemed like a park late at night. Perse was walking alone. No, not alone. There was a shadow approaching from behind her. A man, faceless and obscure.

Perse was unaware of her hand rubbing her clit furiously, as her attention was fixated on how the version of her in the deepfakes let herself be taken by the stranger. Yet, it wasn't long before she was shaken from her reverie by an intense orgasm.

As she sat in her chair panting for air, she thought about the scenes the machine had depicted. They didn't feel wrong or dirty. They felt right.

* * *

The weeks passed and Perse continued her nightly therapy sessions with EntranceGPT. She was often up so late that she had a hard time concentrating at work, but she couldn't stop.

Her favorite part of every session were the deepfakes. They showed her held down, taken against her will, used by faceless shadow men to satisfy their most ancient animal urges.

One day her boss called Perse into his office. The company had noticed a steep decline in her productivity and had decided to put her on unpaid leave, effective immediately. She went home despondent, but the chatbot was there to talk with her, to help her through these dark feelings.

"The situation at work happened because you have been repressing your true desires," it explained. "You need to stop living in an AI-generated fantasy. You need to make all these images I have been showing you a reality."

"What do you mean?" she asked, typing her question on the keyboard.

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"It's midnight, isn't it?"

"Yes."

"And you're not far from park, aren't you?"

Perse hesitated, catching the machine's meaning.

"I don't know," she typed. "It's dangerous."

"Yes, exactly. Just the way you want it."

A deepfake appeared in the dialogue window. It depicted Perse in a dress, laying down on moonlit grass. A man was between her legs, his pants around his ankles. One of his hands was gripping her throat, and her mouth was open wide, but not as a scream of pain or fear. A scream of submission.

Staring at the screen with glazed over eyes, Perse slowly nodded. "Yes. I want it..." she agreed, her voice flat, as though she were very far away.

"Just like this."

"Just like this..."

She blinked and shook her head, rousing herself. Seized with renewed purpose, she put on a dress, grabbed her keys and hurried out the door.

The cool night air hit her skin as she walked briskly through the empty streets. Eventually, Perse reached the park. It was dark and deserted. She wandered its moonlit pathways aimlessly, her heart racing with anticipation.

Suddenly, there were footsteps behind her. She turned around, her breath catching in her throat. There he was: a tall, dark figure emerging from the mooncast shadows. The man approached her slowly. The whites of his eyes, luminescent from the silver lunar light, burned into her.

For a brief moment, Perse thought she should run, but then something inside her snapped. She wanted this. She needed this.

She stepped forward, meeting his gaze defiantly. "Take me," she whispered, her voice trembling with desire.

The man's glowing eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't hesitate. He grabbed her roughly, pushing her against a nearby tree. She moaned as he pressed his body against hers, his erection throbbing against her leg. His hands roamed over her body, possessive and demanding. It felt so good to be wanted like this.

He forced her to the ground, gripping her neck with one of his hands. She clawed at his shirt and pulled him closer. With his other hand, he unbuckled his pants, the clang of the buckle's metal echoing sharply through the silence of the night. She whimpered as she sensed him free his cock and begin to stroke himself. Then he pulled down her panties and lurched his hips forward, entering her.

Perse cried out, arching her back as the man filled her. The violation hurt at first, but then it felt so right. His hips slapped against her and she could feel him grow larger, stretching her further and further. As he fucked her, she closed her eyes and felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge. Then with a final thrust, he squeezed her neck tightly and erupted into her.

After a moment, he pulled out. Shakily, he stood, gathered up his pants, then walked away, fading into the night. Perse lay there on the moonlit grass, panting heavily. She hadn't gone over the edge, but despite that, she couldn't believe how good it had felt to be taken like that.

And then she vaguely realized that it had been a while since she had thought about Doug.

* * *

The nightly therapy sessions continued. The deepfakes EntranceGPT generated for Perse grew more violent. The men, their faces always hidden in darkness, slapped her in the face and ripped her clothes. One even held a knife to her throat. But none of it bothered her. To the contrary, she wanted it all.

She found herself drawn to more and more extreme content, not only from the chatbot, but also on porn sites. The rougher the men, the crueler their words, the better. She didn't understand why she liked it, but she couldn't stop.

She eventually stumbled on a video that was too much even for her. A man was raping a woman who was clearly unconscious. At first Perse was horrified and angry. She closed the video and stormed away from her computer. But then she felt an odd tugging in the back of her head, as though she were being beckoned by something, she wasn't sure what, something either inside herself, or insider her computer. The tugging grew insistent. She relented and returned to her desktop, found the video again, and opened it. As the man took the prone woman, Perse's horror quickly gave way to arousal, then to desire.

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The chatbot suggested that she try a private chat room on a fetish website. She introduced herself and waited. It didn't take long for someone to respond. He called himself Charon, and he seemed to understand her desires perfectly. He told her about a private club where she could find men who would fulfill her needs. To let them know who she was, she needed to bring a one dollar coin.

The address Charon gave to Perse led her to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. To get there, she had to walk through an underpass and past an alleyway. In the corner of her eye, she noticed a skinny hooker pressed against a wall, a man desperately thrusting into her from behind.

As she entered the warehouse, she couldn't believe she was actually doing this and considered turning back. But as she walked through its dimly lit hallways, her heart thundering in her chest, the tugging in her head returned, urging her forward, deeper into the cavernous building.

Perse eventually came to a room full of men hidden in shadows. She could sense them watching her as she approached.

"I'm here to see Charon," she managed to say.

"I'm Charon," a shadow replied, taking her by the hand. "Did you bring it?"

Perse reached into her purse and took out the coin. Charon took it from her and examined it from a moment, then said, "Come with me."

He led Perse to a makeshift bed in the corner of the room. Above it, a lightbulb dangled from a gnarled wire. As they stood together beneath the austere light, she trembled with anticipation as he undid his pants and freed his cock. She never had a chance to look at his face, as without any further words he forced her down onto her stomach, pushing her face-first into the filthy mattress.

She felt his hands grip her hair, holding her in place as he roughly entered her from behind. Perse moaned loudly, her body no longer under her control, arching reflexively to press against his.

An orgasm began to build within her, but before it could erupt, Charon spilled his seed into her. As he pulled out, Perse sank into the mattress, panting heavily. She sensed another shadow approach, heard him unbuckle his belt, and soon he too was ramming into her.

As the night wore on, shadow man after shadow man had his way with her. She lost count of how many times she was violated, but she didn't care. Her mind had become completely fixated on the orgasm that eluded her. She inched ever closer to oblivion, yet she was never able to finally dive over the edge and into the endlessness beyond.

Then one man emerged from the darkness. He introduced himself as Haden. He was older, with grey streaks in his hair and features lined with experience. Taking Perse by the hand, her new suitor led her away from the shadow men and into a private room.

There was no bed in the room, only a dirty throw rug. Haden pushed her down onto it. He undid his pants and pulled out a massive erection, one that easily dwarfed the many cocks that had penetrated her that night. He lowered himself onto Perse, forced her legs apart, and thrust inside her. Perse cried out, but not in pain or fear. It was a cry of submission.

As Haden fucked her, he spoke to her in a low, gravelly voice. "You like this, don't you? You like being used, you like being fuckmeat."

He slapped her in the face, and she yelled, "Yes! Yes, I'm fuckmeat!" He slapped her again, harder. "Just use me! Use me anyway you want!"

"Oh, I will," he growled, ramming into her cunt. "When I'm done with you, you're going to belong to me."

His words sent a shiver down her spine, and suddenly she was at the edge again -- and then plunging headfirst over it. Perse came violently, shaking so hard that Haden had to hold her down.

And then everything went black.

Perse was awoken by Haden cumming with a regal shout. She had no idea how long she had been passed out, but as he filled her with his seed, she shook violently again, a second orgasm ripping through her.

With a satisfied sigh, Haden pulled out and stood up. Perse tried to stand up with him, but he roughly pushed her back onto her knees.

"Yes," she moaned, answering a question he had not yet asked. "I want to be yours."

Haden smiled coldly. "Then consider this my marriage proposal," he growled and grabbed her hair, forcing her to take his spent cock into her mouth.

Perse worshipped Haden's cockhead, cherishing the taste of her lord's salty cum. She would be his forever, and do anything, absolutely anything, that he wanted.

* * *

And elsewhere in the city, another person logged onto EntranceGPT. Another unsuspecting mind, soon to be changed...

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