(Female to Robot)

“So we have ourselves a deal miss?”

“Yes, snatch one of those Clockwork hearts and I get paid, this isn’t my first job you know.” A snarky woman with crimson red hair remarks.

“If you pull this job off, you got yourself a one-way ticket out of this dump,” a large brutish man says.

“Listen, boys, you came to me because I’m the best at what I do.” The woman says, praising herself, “This heart trinket will be a piece of cake, I will have it by tomorrow.”

“Heh, don’t think you’re the first thief we came to,” another thug remarks.

“And, I will be the last one, trust me, darling,” she says with a chuckle.

“That Arvilla Forbes’s manor has some of the best security, none of the other people we hired came back. And the boss is getting impatient.” the first brute adds.

“Darlings, I will get the heart for your boss,” the woman says, pushing the two men out the door.

“And don’t think about pawning it off Ms!” one of the thugs adds.

“I doubt anyone is offering a price higher than he is,” she says slamming the door on them.

Reta Toll, a thief born and raised in the slums with the dream of living in the upper class. She sighs heavily annoyed with dealing with those low-life trash, one of the most infamous crime lords, Dalton Donaldson. She didn’t care who that bastard was selling that hunk of metal too, or what it even was. All she cared about was getting paid, and with the price they were offering she could finally escape the dump she called home. She figured that Donaldson must have been desperate if he came to her for this job, the two of them have a long and colorful history, and usually, he sent his men for her head, not for a job.

What the thugs said about no one coming back worried Reta a bit. But she figured those idiots were careless and got caught and received a life sense or something. But she had nothing to worry about, she stole from plenty of rich people, so she knows her way around manors and their guards. After all, it’s important to do your research before you join them.

The life of the rich. Carefree and having everything served to you, while you relax. That was the life that Reta felt she always deserved. She had the looks and the brains of wreathy but was born into an unfavorable situation. That was her cruel life, either working a crapy job that was below her or becoming a sex worker. She tried the ladder as a way to mingle with the upper class and snatch a few wallets while they weren’t looking. But they caught on to her, so she had to give up that facade. So she turned to the thing she was best at stealing. Slowly but steadily she was working her way up and out of slums, but this final job would push her way over the edge. So she could not refuse the offer.

It was a cloudy night, the streets dimly lit only by the gas lamps, perfect for Reta’s nightly activities. The Forbes manor sat on a hill overlooking the coast and the city. Reta smiled imagining living in there looking down on all of the lowly peasants below her. She ducked into the shadows as a guard passed by. The exterior of the manor was heavily guarded, what she expected from the home of the world-famous inventor, Arvilla Forbes. Arvilla Forbes seldom left her house, Reta couldn’t blame her, she would rather stay in a luxurious manor instead of roaming the dirty streets.

Reta decided that she better get to work, and stop admiring the manor. She climbs up the decorative exterior till she reaches the top of the building where she assumed the woman’s office was. Reta would have preferred to take a peek inside, but she didn’t want to take the chance of getting caught and losing her shot at the life she deserved. She reached a large open window. She looked inside and saw a large workshop filled with countless mechanical inventions, all asking to be stolen. She figured she could swipe a gadget or two and sell them off for a nice bonus.

She slips through the window and lights a match giving a faint light in the darkroom. She scowers the workbenches looking for whatever a clockwork heart is. She stops at a largely safe, it had to be in there, and if it wasn’t something valuable was in there at least. She worked on cracking the safe. She has broken into numerous safes before, but this one had to be the hardest, probably built by the owner. But Reta was able to crack it eventually. And inside was her price, a brass heart with green glowing lights. She greedily scooped it up. The green light shines in her hands. The light grows brighter and brighter until the heart explodes into a ball of light knocking the thief to the floor.

“What the hell?” she mutters as she picks herself up. “Damn, that explosion probably woke up the entire city. That heart better not be broken…” She finds the brass heart laying on the floor unscathed, she picks it up with a cocky smile and tosses it between her hands cockyly. Her smile fades as a hissing sound fills the room. She looks around trying to find the source of the hissing. She feels a burning against her skin, she looks down and sees her clothing dissolving away leaving large holes in the fabric. “Shit!” she slips out as more and more of her clothing dissolves leaving her bare skin exposed. “Damn, heart better be worth it!” she angrily mutters to herself as she is left naked.

Reta spots a large cloth covering some machinery. She decided to wrap it around herself as it was better than walking around nude. After putting on the makeshift dress she decided that she had overstayed her welcome and went back over to the window. But her feet wouldn’t move. Her legs listened to her, but her feet refused to move. She tried to wiggle her toes but they refused. She looked down at them, they were a bit discolored in the darkness, but due to the darkness, she couldn’t tell what was wrong with them. She decided to worry about them later as she had to leave before someone came to check on the loud explosion.

As she walked she tripped over her feet. They would not bend or move at all as if they had no joints. She ran her hand over her foot, she gasped in shock. It was smooth as if she was wearing shoes. It felt like her entire foot was molded into a single mass. And the worst part was that they were cold and metallic. She struggled back to her feet, but she felt as if she was wearing heels. She wanted to run but her lower legs refused to move. She winced as her knees stiffed out causing her to stand straight. She tried to move but only her upper legs responded to her, and every attempt at movement threatened to knock her off balance. Then her legs stopped responding to her.

“What was happening was some kind of petrification. Was the heart a trap!” She thought to herself as a cool feeling spread up to her butt.

“Aghh!” she moans as her anus smooths over and her pussy grows in size. She ran her hand over her butt, it was massive giving her a large bubble butt. But her butt cracks have gone smoothed over into a single solid mass. She reached down into her pussy, it was now a large perfect circle that could probably fit the entire width of her arm inside of it. Suddenly something pushed her arm out between her legs. It felt as if her skin extended downwards like a skirt. It kept creeping down until it reached the top of her feet where it join together around the sides. Out from the makeshift dress, a bell shape protruded, as if Reta was wearing a large puffy dress. “What the fuck…” she says in a confused panic.

She turns towards the door as it slowly creeps open. She looked at the window and wanted to make a break for it but her legs refused to move. A shadow emerges from the doorway. The light flicks on. A woman with brown hair wearing a suit that had to be custom-tailored to hug her curvy body stood there with a giddy smile on her face. “Well… Well. Well. Looks like I caught another mouse?” she says as she walks towards Reta.

“What did you do to me, you bitch?!” Reta angrily asks.

“Nothing much, just a trap designed to catch thieves like you,” she says, “And you appear to be a fine specimen,” she says circling around Reta. She throws off the woman’s makeshift dress.

Reta’s entire lower body looked like shiny brass, and it look as if she was wearing a large puffy skirt made of the same metal. “What the hell did you do to me!” she demands.

“The clockwork heart has a specially designed defense magnetism that releases a blast that turns the thief into… well you are about to find out.” the woman says as she snatches the heart back and places it back into the safe.

“I’m sorry I didn’t want to steal, someone forced me to do so, Miss. Forbes!” Reta lies trying to get sympathy from the woman.

“Let me guess, old Donaldson put you up to this?” Arvilla says picking up a wrench and walking over to the woman. “That old bastard has been trying to steal my inventions to sell off for years and sadly you are just another unfortunate soul.”

“So you are going to let me go?” she shakily asks.

“Nope!” Arvilla exclaims. “Correct me if I worry, but you’re just another crook?” Reta doesn’t respond. “And besides I have a new job opening.”

Arvilla brings the wrench to the top of the metal dress and starts undoing bolts around it until the dress falls to the ground with a loud thud. Reta felt as if a piece of her was removed, as she could still feel the detached dress. Arvilla continues her work unbolting the sides splitting the metal shell in two, and places the two pieces by a work desk. Reta looks down and sees her legs have turned into a pair of jointless brass legs. She tries to move them but her attempts are in vain.

“What the fuck are you doing!?” she demands as the woman starts to unbolt her legs.

“Just getting your parts ready for painting,” Arvilla says as if she has had this very discussion countless times. “If you are going to be one of my maids you need to be presentable.”

“Maid! What the hell are you talking about?!” Reta asks fearfully. “Hey what are you doing!?” she demands as Arvilla removes her legs revealing a metal endoskeleton. A look of fearful disbelief fills the woman’s face as she stares at her mechanical legs. “No this can’t be!” The brass spreads up to her chest forcing her spine straight. She gasps as her breath and lungs are taken away from her. As the metal spreads her breasts grow a cup size or two and merge into one solid mass. She places her hand on her metal breast causing a hollow tump. The metal spreads up to her neck and folds out looking like a collar of a dress shirt. A large hole forms in her back that reach straight to where her heart is. A ticking sound echoed inside of her as her organs became simple gears and motors. “What the hell!” The metal spreads to her arms, puffing out her shoulders causing them to look like puffy sleeves, just before it makes its way to her hand the metal folds back creating large cuffs. It spreads to her hands turning each finger into a solid unmoving metal replica and cutting a small divot into her hands. Her arms bent out in front of her as if she was caring about something. “Go to hell bitch!” Reta shouts as the woman starts to remove the metal around her arms and hands revealing the endoskeleton beneath, but there was no machinery in her arms indicating that they could no longer move.

“Aw doesn’t be that way, all the other girls like their transformations,” Arvilla says as she moves to unbolt the metal woman’s chest.

“The other girls?” she asks.

“Like I said, your boss has sent many people to steal my magnum opus, the Clockwork Heart. And they all ended up like you.” She removes the woman’s metal chest revealing the intricate machinery inside of the woman’s chest, including a Clockwork Heart of her own. “It’s funny how the Clockwork heart that you wanted so badly is now a part of you forever. And you came just in time, I just had a new opening.”

“A new opening!?” she asks, struggling to move her neck as it fully becomes metal.

“Yeah, one flaw in your model’s design is that you overheat quickly, and it’s hard to vent the heat out. So some Clockwork Maids overheat and explode.” She said pointing at a box of scrap metal with what looked like parts of burnt metal limbs and a face sticking out.

“EXP-” Reta shouts as her mouth is forced shut and freezes in a smile as her lips puff up.

“Ah, that better,” Arvilla sighs as she places a finger on the woman’s brass lips as if to shush her. “Now I can enjoy this in peace.

Reta’s eyes fearfully dart around as the metal creeps up her face. She shuts her eyes tightly as it moves past them. They suddenly shoot open revealing that they have been transformed into glass replicas. The metal creeps up her hair turning it into a solid piece of metal with a frilly hand band on top. Her transformation was complete; she was no longer flesh and blood by metal. Reta was still conscious but she was trapped in her own body unable to move anything all she could do was see, hear, and touch. She wanted to scream hoping that someone would hear her but she couldn’t move her mouth. But another feeling started to overtake her mind. An emptiness formed in her chest and her mind became too much to ignore, it felt like she was on the edge of orgasm but she could not relieve herself. The tightness got to a point that she could no longer think, she didn’t even realize her face was removed alongside the back of her head exposing the metal skull that was only there to keep her head in place. She didn’t even realize that Arvilla left the room turning off the lights leaving her in the darkness.

The next day a group of men came into the room and took the shell of her body, she could feel each separate piece as they were moved. Later that day she felt a strange tickle on her body for hours. She couldn’t tell what it was but it felt like a feather was being rubbed over each part of her body making sure not a single spot was missed. This feeling went on for a day or two until her shells were brought back to her. Her brass shell was now painted over. Her legs were white with black painted on her shoes. Her body was painted black with a white apron, collar, and cuffs. Her face was painted in a similar skin color to her, she now had permanent red lipstick, but worst of all her beautiful crimson hair was now painted a shiny black. She wanted to complain but she was physically unable to. Her shell was bolted back together, she looked almost human, where an unaware person would probably mistake her for one from a distance.

“You turned out perfectly!” Arvilla giddy exclaims as she enters the room. “But that’s the power of the Clockwork Heart, it turns flesh and blood into machinery.” The metal maid wanted to protest but her body was frozen still. “Well, time to get you set up er…” Arvilla says with a confused pause, “I don’t think I ever got your name. Oh well, I just call you Mertie. Oh, and it looks like I got the hair color wrong… but you look more maidy in black.” Well come on boys let's get her set up!”

The men carry Reta out of the workshop and through the manor and to the kitchen. In the kitchen, there are numerous maids with large windup keys sticking out of their backs. They were Clockwork Maids just like her, trapped in a metal shell unable to do anything other than think, see, hear, and feel, all with a painted smile on their faces. Unlike her, they had much more movement performing tasks like preparing food and washing dishes with mechanical rhythm and precision.

Reta was slammed down onto a rod sticking out of the ground. She wanted to scream in ecstasy but she could not. The metal rod that extended from a track in the ground stuck straight through the large hole that was formerly her pussy and connected into a slot in her heart. Next, a large key was placed into her back, filling the large hole in it and also connecting to her heart. The two rods that penetrated her body made the feeling of the brink of an orgasm even worse. A metal tray was placed in her arms locking into the divots securing it in place. Arvilla walked around the metal maid with a guilty smile on her face. With a nod, she and the men left, leaving Reta motionless in the kitchen.

Reta could barely think, the feeling of emptiness was slightly filled as her mind was being changed to only think about one task. But the metal rod felt as if it was penetrating straight through her and into her mind. A maid walked behind her, this woman was dressed identically to her but seemed like flesh and blood. Reta wanted to scream in pleasure as the woman cranked her key filling the empty feeling with an overwhelming tightness. She was far beyond what should have been an orgasm but she could relieve herself. But then her key was realized, her mind became blank as she experienced what felt like the most pleasurable orgasm she imaginable. The only thought that flowed through her head was, “1: Pick up Mistress tea,” The metal rod moved her, her legs moving as if they were walking but were more visual than functional. Another maid placed a smaller tray with a tea set and pastries on Reta’s tray. “Task one complete. 2: Deliver tea to Mistress.” The rod led Reta out of the kitchen and through the manor, as she moved human maids that were hired to do tasks that the limitations of the Clockwork Maids prevented them from doing, chuckling at the metal woman as she moved past them. But Reta didn’t notice as the only thing she could think about was delivering tea and her nonstop orgasm. Once she reached her Mistress room she stopped to a halt. Arvilla picked up the smaller tray containing the tea and pastries. Reta bowed, she strained back up and stood there motionless as her Mistress drank and ate. After she finished her drink and snack she placed the tray back on Reta’s. “Task 2 complete, return to station,” ran through her head. The rod moved Reta out of the room and back into the kitchen where her key stopped and the non stop orgasm ended. Reta mostly regained her thoughts, she no longer protested internally, she wanted to feel the pleasure again but she would have to wait until someone spun up to her key again.

For the next few years, Reta followed the same routine of delivering tea while experiencing a nonstop orgasm. Any remnants of the thief who wanted to become part of the upper-class fade, and the maid Mertie who delivers Mistress’s tea replaced what little thoughts that she had left.

One day she and someone the other more replaceable maids were taken off of their tracks and their keys were removed. They were taken to Mistress’s workshop where their Clockwork Hearts were removed and replaced with a simple replacement. Next, they were boxed up and moved somewhere. Mertie stayed in the wooden prison for a few weeks or less. She couldn’t really tell anymore she just wanted to be wound up again. When she opened up she was in another large manor, but unlike her Mistress’s scantily clad woman walked around her touching and teasing the metal woman.

“Well, Well, Well, look who we have here!” A large fat greasy man says. Mertie recognized that man from somewhere but she could not remember where. “I didn’t recognize you at first but here you are Reta.”

“You know this bitch Donaldson?” one of the women remarks.

“That bitch used to work for me, she was bad for business and ruined my reputation.” He says angrily, “But if there is one thing I can say about that bitch Reta she was quite a looker.” He puts down his pants exposing his cock. “I and I thought that I could make use of her once again.”

He rubs his cock against her cold metal breasts and after a minute he unloads all over her. Stick semen drips down her face. Donaldson tells some of his men to have a turn with her. At least twenty men masturbate on her and unload onto her covering her with their sperm. Donaldson tells the woman to clean Reta up. They eagerly lick off the semen making sure to get every last drop off with their tongues. Mertie stands there motionless mentally screaming in ecstasy with each touch. Mertie’s mind was lost long ago and has become nothing but an empty void demanding nothing but pleasure. The maids at Mistress’s manor cleaning her always felt good, but nothing like this. After the girls licked her spotless Donaldson tells his men to bring her to one of his brothels where she spent years being cummed on and played with.

After many years of being nothing but a metal sex toy, her body finally broke down. Deciding to buy a new toy instead of fixing their old one was sold off to be turned into scrap metal. Her body was melted down, it didn’t hurt but was extremely pleasurable. She was turned into gears and other parts and metal decorations and was put together as the machinery of a large metal clock. She was bought by a family sounding woman, but she could barely remember anything let alone think as her body was constantly grinding past each other ticking away. But the most pleasure came on the hour when her body felt a release and banged against itself creating a loud gong sound, she eagerly waited every day for twelve to experience the sensation twelve times in a row, for the rest of her existence.