College girl Sylenna thinks her Sunday study session is just another ordinary afternoon. Curled up on the sofa with her iPad, she barely registers her roommate lingering in the doorway, palming his hardening cock through his jeans, his hungry eyes raking over her body. She shuts him down cold, retreating to her room in disgust. But she leaves her tablet behind. Her mistake. His opportunity. He installs something sinister. Something that rewires her from the inside out. When Sylenna returns and stares at the corrupted screen, the transformation begins. Her thoughts dissolve like smoke. Her will evaporates. Her eyes roll back, turning milky white as her mind empties completely, leaving behind nothing but a vessel designed for one purpose: male pleasure. She becomes a living doll, waiting, vacant, ready to be activated. He his fingers. Her white eyes open. He knows the commands. He knows exactly how to make her work. Sylenna drops to her knees with mechanical precision, her empty mouth seeking his cock. She strokes him with programmed devotion, then swallows him to the base without hesitation, her throat accommodating every inch as he grips her hair and guides her tempo. He orders her to stand, to strip her panties down her legs, to present her wet, waiting cunt for his inspection. She obeys. She always obeys. The collar clicks around her neck. The handcuffs lock her wrists. She crawls for him like an on a leash, then services him again, her throat bulging around his shaft while her bound fingers work her own clit to a commanded, shuddering climax. He uses her feet, her pussy, every hole and limb configured for his satisfaction. Missionary on the sofa. Doggy style, Riding his cock with doll-like, rhythmic precision, her white eyes staring through him as her hips piston automatically. Finally, on her knees, she receives his load across her blank, beautiful face, cum dripping from her chin as she waits for the next instruction without blinking. Rest. Stay. He leaves her sprawled on the sofa, still glazed with his seed, the software timer counting down until she'll wake up confused, sore, with no memory of how she became her roommate's personal fuckdoll. But the app stays installed. And he's already planning her next activation.