(NSFW Warning: Graphic lewds)
The chase was on and Flare Man’s blood was boiling. That was not hyperbole, it was literally boiling as he slung fire at the retreating supervillain. He’d been tracking the Slicer for over a week, and the robotic themed villain had finally made his move, launching an attack against a local tech company to steal their designs for his own use. It was a good thing that Flare Man had been on stakeout and knew the target ahead of time - who knew what the man could have gotten away with if he’d succeeded?
Maybe not much, he reflected - Slicer was clearly a coward, and had cut his losses and run after only a brief engagement. He seemed to have almost more constructs that helped him run away from a superhero than he had that were actually decent in a fight! For the last half hour he’d been ducking and weaving across the rooftops, then through alleyways, and made certain that whenever Flare Man got close enough to blast him he’d cut into a crowded area where he knew that any superhero worthy of the name wouldn’t attack for fear of hitting a civilian by mistake.
A coward, but one who could put up a good chase. Finally, Flare Man was confident that he’d cornered the Slicer. Flare man had been, to the best of his ability, directing Slicer - cut a left here instead of right since the path is blocked by flame, or maybe blast ahead of him and force him to turn. Bit by bit, he’d corralled him towards the abandoned industrial sector. As Slicer ducked inside of and abandoned factory, Flare man grinned with triumph; he’d trapped himself. Taking a deep breath, he sent out his flames to surround the factory - being under his control, they’d not spread unless he willed them to, creating a ring of fire around the factory. It took a lot of power to maintain and couldn’t be called off quickly, but Slicer hadn’t sent out any constructs in the latter third of the chase; he was likely out, or down to low power.
“Come on out, Slicer!” he called into the factory. He thought he cut an imposing figure, with his muscular frame, flaming red hair and eyes, and the flame-patterned jumpsuit. “We’ve got the cool way and we’ve got the hot way - there’s nowhere to run, so give it up!”
There was an amused cackle from within, probably projected by a machine. “Come in, then! Hot way it is!” he called, laughing in that uniquely villainous way.
Flare Man cracked his knuckles. “Well, ask and you shall receive!” he shouted, stepping confidently into the factory.
As soon as he entered, the lights flickered on and the factory began to grind to life. Something was off, he knew it - especially when the door closed behind him. But if the Slicer thought hiding in a maze of outdated tech was going to save him, he had another thing coming.
A maze was the right word for it. Flare Man could hardly see ten feet in front of him with how tightly packed all the machinery was, the assembly line empty of products but working all the same. It was surprisingly functional for an old abandoned building, but he chalked that up to being built to last.
He was slow, and cautious, but not too long into his search he found the place where the assembly line began - a clear space in the maze of machinery with conveyor belts waiting to be loaded. And in the middle of that space, standing with a smug grin on his face, was the Slicer.
“You look awful happy to see me, for a man going to prison.” Flare Man said with a cocky grin of his own.
“Oh, for sure. If I were going to prison, I’d be frothing at the mouth with rage, I assure you. But when I’m looking at the imminent success of my goals? Why would I be anything but happy, hm?”
“I guess you really are as crazy as the other supervillains. I’d pegged you as the sensible type, but if you think this is a winnable situation you belong in an asylum almost as much as a prison.” Flare Man lit up his hand, to emphasize the point. “You’re out of bots, you’re out of juice, and I’ve still got nearly a full tank. You’re going down.”
The man continued to grin. “What are my powers, hero?”
Flare Man blinked. Odd question. “You make machines, and use them. Isn’t that complex. It’s kinda impressive, how you can use that to go against heroes - if you were a good person you could do such good for society.”
Slicer laughed out loud, a hearty one from the gut. “You’ll have to fire whoever’s giving you intel. I’m not just a genius.” he said.
Oh, this was not going to be a nice revelation. Flare Man didn’t want to give him the time to say it, and lunged.
“I’m a technopath, and you walked into a treasure trove of tech after giving me plenty of time to remodel.” Slicer said with a smile, and waved a hand. From the conveyors behind Flare Man, four metallic arms shot out to grab him, stopping his flaming fist inches from Slicer’s face and beginning to pull him back. Flare Man was stronger than your average person, but not strong enough to break the metal reinforced by Slicer’s powers. “See you soon, Flare Man. Or perhaps I won’t, hm?”
Flare Man was dragged by the metallic arms into the conveyor at the beginning of the production line, and soon he was being pulled along like a product in the making. The production line shifted and changed around him as the Slicer worked his magic on it, converting it to whatever insidious purposes he had. Before Flare Man knew what was happening, new arms came from the walls and ripped his spandex hero suit right off his body, leaving him naked.
At first, the young man thought it was purely for reasons of shaming him - but the changed as he entered the next chamber of the production line. This one had a glass wall, and he looked out to see the Slicer grinning as he walked along the line matching his pace. While he was focused on the villain, new apparatuses came out of ports in the walls, ceiling, and even the conveyor itself, and suddenly started spraying him down with a silvery liquid coating that solidified rapidly. While he couldn’t see himself, he could tell he’d been coated head to toe in the metallic colored spray.
As he was dragged along the conveyor, he began to feel intensely strange. “Nanocoating complete. Conversion procedure: initialize. Stage 1, start.” A feminine, electronic voice reported, as the intensity of the feeling ramped up. Flare Man gasped, ass suddenly in several parts of his body he felt an intense burning - not painful, but certainly uncomfortable. He couldn’t see it, but he could feel his shoulders slimming, his muscles smoothing out and fading. He could feel how his waist pinched inwards and his hips expanded. His whole posture felt intensely wrong, and as he passed through another glass section, the light gave him a glimpse of his now far more feminine form. He was completely covered in silver, with the outline of ball-type joints at his elbows, knees, wrists, and anywhere else that articulated. And while he couldn’t see it well, he knew his face was changed as well, smoother and without the hard masculine lines. “Metalicization, complete,” the electronic voice reported - and that gave the man a sinking feeling, as he was suddenly not entirely sure that he was human anymore...
He groaned as the burning moved away from adjusting his silhouette to more specific locations, catching a glimpse of his metallic coating rippling as the nanomachines moved across it before being plunged back into darkness. “Stage 2, start.” The burning redoubled, and suddenly, there was a growing weight on his chest and he felt his hips thrust further in the air - and given his earlier feminization, Flare Man had no doubt that he’d just been given an ass to die for and a comparably appreciable bust. As he moved through another viewing section into Slicer’s leering gaze, the change hit his legs as well, subtly shifting his proportions and giving him long, feminine and smooth legs. He had a body that some female superheroes wished they had - there was just one standout feature remaining masculine, and he saw the rippling nanomachines approaching it.
The nanomachines reached his crotch as he went into a tunnel. Involuntarily, he sprung to full mast as they covered it - this heat was a different kind than with the rest of his body, the nanomachines stimulating his crotch forcefully. And as he gasped and groaned, he knew it was shrinking, changing… by the time of the next viewing section, as the pleasure faded, he knew it was gone. “Feminization, complete.” the voice reported in it’s smooth monotone. “Beginning stage 3.” The light filtering through the glass windows revealed a new, rather well sculpted and definitively female vagina.
Flare Man felt something different this time - it wasn’t the nanobots continuing to change him anymore, at least not apparently. He felt something brush against his head roughly and winced, but it didn’t do any damage (on account of being metal now, he couldn’t help but think). He felt something weird and soft - which when he felt it, turned out to be his red hair shaved off. He groaned with irritation - not even allowed to keep his hair? - but soon felt another change. He was forced upright, and something was pushed into his head. Soon he felt the brush of something new against his chest, shoulders, and bottom, which the next lit section let him see was long, synthetic blonde hair. As he was looking at it, he winced as he felt a burning on his ass - he couldn’t see it, but he’d just had a barcode lasered onto him. The final change saw the reactivation of the nanobots, crawling over his body and altering it’s colors and in some places, shape - his feet became natural high heels, while black-colored metal formed a pattern resembling a cocktail dress across his body. “Miscellaneous aesthetic additions complete, moving to stage 4.”
Before he could begin to wonder what was left to transform, Flare Man heard a whirring below him, and shortly after that felt a distinctly new sensation. He moaned loudly as something rammed into his newly molded pussy. For a moment he was left with the pleasure, but then he felt something change - not physically, but mentally. Suddenly, he wasn’t so worried about what was going on anymore; it was fine, it was enjoyable even. She - and she was a she now - heard her voice change, becoming more light and feminine. She knew she was being reprogrammed, her metal mind being rewritten to suit the Slicer’s needs, but honestly she was fine with that. The need to serve was already far too strong to resist, and heroic thoughts had left the former Flare Man’s mind entirely - a servant did not do any heroics unless their Master asked them to.
“Reprogramming complete,” the feminine voice said - it was actually identical to the ex hero’s new voice, she noted. She smiled - the message meant she was complete, that she’d left her old self behind entirely and could now embrace her new life as a servant. The arms retracted, and she left the production line on her own power.
The Slicer was waiting as the former hero came off the assembly line, now completely unrecognizable. “Welcome back, Flare Man.” he said with a grin. The robotic maiden didn’t respond, looking at him blankly. He feigned surprise. “Oh, my mistake, I can’t believe I forgot that he’s not here anymore. Report designation.”
The gynoid nodded, and snapped to a formal posture. “P-L-S-U-R Droid model: 2.01, reporting, creator.” she said, smiling softly.
Slicer laughed. “Ha, perfect! None of that pesky heroism left in you. Completely unrecognizable! Where once stood a model hero, is now just a sexy robot who wants nothing more than to serve.”
“Yes, creator! My only purpose in life is to serve my Master!” the nameless droid said cheerfully. “I’ve deleted all files regarding superheroes and heroic action. The only thing I need in my hard drive is whatever I need to serve my Master!”
Slicer smiled. “I almost want to keep you for myself…”
“I would of course be honored to designate you as my Master, creator…”
“But you’re the prototype. I think I want to work out a few more kinks first. Model 2.01, shut down all systems and remain in standby mode until reactivated. I have a buyer lined up already...”
“Of course, creator.” The gynoid snapped off a salute, and went still, the glowing lights of her eyes winking out. As her mind went silent, she was fantasizing about her future service.
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“Greetings. My designation is P-L-S-U-R Droid model: 2.01, at your service.”
The servant robot was speaking before she even properly came to consciousness, an automatic process in response to being activated. As her sensors came online and the boot sequence continued, she saw she was somewhere completely different from where she’d left. The slate gray factory walls had been replaced with a warm tan wallpaper, a carpeted floor. It wasn’t the biggest house she had on file by any means, but she decided that since it belonged to whoever had purchased her, that meant it was just cozy. And speaking of her buyer… her eyes drifted to the young man in the room. Tall, short brown hair, nice green eyes, a frame that showed mild athleticism but nothing nuts, and down below… well her scanners certainly liked a certain something down below. Her systems informed her that this man was registered as her Master, and therefore he was perfect as he was. She smiled and continued her introduction. “Feel free to change my designation to something that fits your tastes, Master. Shall I report functions?”
The man blinked, staring at the robotic beauty that had stepped out of the rather nondescript large box. Eventually, he seemed to gather himself, and cleared his throat.
“Right, yes, hello. My name is Alex, nice to meet you…” he paused, thinking… “...Do you have any name you want?”
“My designation is essentially irrelevant to me, except insofar as it’s what you call me.” The robot said with a shrug. “Call me Betty, Maid, Cook, Fuckbot, whatever you want really. Makes no difference to me.”
Alex blushed at that last example. “R-Right then… I’ll call you… Petra, is that alright?”
“Designation changed to Petra, Master.” Petra said, then smiled widely. “You picked the name, and therefore it’s perfect.” She had already, of course, deleted the files on whatever her previous name had been. Her name was Petra, and that was the only one she needed to remember because her Master gave it to her. “Do you prefer I call you Alex, Master, Mistress, or something else? My default is Master.”
Alex blushed hard. “C-Call me Ale…” he paused, then blushed harder, “Actually… Master is fine, in private. Call me Alex in public.”
“Acknowledged, Master!” Petra said cheerfully. “Now, should I get to mentioning my functions? I can cook, clean, move heavy objects and protect you, and if you want, I have a fully functioning and well made pus-”
“Want to demonstrate those first couple?” Alex said quickly, cutting her off.
For some time, Petra did exactly that - she cooked dinner, and then cleaned up the whole house and left it spotless. She was happy to do it, getting shocks of pleasure every time the Master complimented her or told her she’d done a good job - it never got old. And, while she was of course subject to his whims and wouldn’t make a move without orders… she was getting turned on by it.
As she finished cleaning, she turned to her Master. “Cleaning complete, Master!”
Alex nodded, whistling. “I don’t think it was this clean when I just started living here…” he said, “Excellent work, Petra.”
The jolt of pleasure from her crotch made her next request rather more insistent - nevermind the fact she could see a certain something rising from watching her. “You know, you can fuck me silly whenever you want.” She said simply, causing him to turn red as a tomato. “I have other functions than cleaning and cooking. I am your servant and will do anything you ask, and this does include oral, anal, vaginal, or any other form of intercourse if you so desire. I also am built to thoroughly enjoy such encounters, so you don’t even have to feel guilty about me not getting anything out of it.”
Alex blushed fiercely at that - Petra figured he was a bit embarrassed. “No need to beat around the bush, Master,” Petra said, “If you’d just wanted my cleaning and cooking services, you would not have needed to purchase a fully equipped service robot such as myself. Bring me to bed, bend me over a table, pin me to a wall, get me to ride you; anything you want to do with me, I’m all aboard.”
She knelt down in front of him where he was seated, giving him an ample view of her cleavage (not that they were ever hidden - technically, she was naked, with a paint pattern giving the impression of clothes). Then, she cocked her head, and licked her lips with a silvery tongue. Struck mute by arousal, Alex nodded.
Petra eagerly but carefully pulled down his straining pants, followed by his briefs. The object of her search sprang to full mast the moment it was free, and Alex groaned softly with the relief that brought. “Aaaah, Master’s cock is so big~” Petra crooned, gently taking it in her hands and rubbing it. She’d have complimented it no matter the size, but it actually was on the lengthier side. As it twitched slightly in reaction to her touch, she could wait no longer. Gently, reverently, she guided it into her mouth.
The warm, damp cavern of her mouth was perfectly made to simulate a human one, and she had an ample supply of knowledge and technique sitting in her databanks. Sex was one thing she was built for whatever hole Master wanted to use. She started off just kissing the tip, lapping at it with her tongue. She ran it down across the glorious shaft, taking in the musky smell of arousal and the salty taste of precum. Anything that came from Master tasted utterly divine to her, and she moaned softly as she took it in.
She worked her mouth, and her tongue, down the shaft, inch by inch to make sure not a single bit of the divine rod went unserviced. She took it in one go deeper than any mere human slut could, deep throating like a champion and helping him hilt inside of her eager throat. That done, she began to bob her head up and down on the cock, in her mind only just beginning to suck him off properly.
It wasn’t long before his hands entangled in her synthetic hair, pressing onto her head to gently guide her efforts. She was more than happy to oblige, following the directions like the obedient servant she was. She carefully worked him over, doing her level best not to get him off too early to let him savor it. Of course, her careful plans derailed when he gripped her head tighter, and started to forcefully facefuck her, hips bucking wildly.
Petra was just as eager for this as anything, submitting to her Master as he used her throat as a receptacle for dick. Again and again and again he bounced her on his cock, and she kept sucking and licking when she could. He didn’t even slow down as his cock twitched, pulsed, and started to cum all over her. Most of it made it to her throat and mouth, where she lapped it up like the nectar of the gods. But a not small amount splattered over her face and hair, dripping down towards her heaving breasts.
Alex took some time to come down from the orgasmic high - he had been too horny to speak, really, and it was taking time to recover that ability. “W-Wow…” he breathed… “O-Oh gosh, I’m sorry, I made a mess of your face, a-are you alright-”
Petra giggled at that. “Oh come on, you don’t think I’m so poorly made a bit of Master’s cum would short me, do you?” she laughed, wiping some cum from her eye with a finger and licking it off the digit, moaning at the taste. “Systems are all protected~ You can flood me with all the cum you want~”
With that, and without waiting, she leaned forward and wrapped the slackened cock in her shockingly soft breasts, rubbing it between them and doing her level best to get it up again. It wasn’t long at all before it was hard as stone once again, and ready for another round. “Petra…” Alex stammered.
“Yes, Master~?” she said, cocking her head in a cute way rather at odds with the semen on her face.
“I think I’ll take the driver seat this time…” he said, suddenly lifting her off the ground.
She giggled as he pulled her into a princess carry, kissing her way up his neck and to his mouth. “Of course, Master~ Use me however you want~” Shortly after that, he set her down on a small table in the bedroom. Breasts mashing into the desk, she obligingly presented her pussy and bottom. “Whenever you want to sta-”
Petra was interrupted by the thump of hips hitting hips, as Alex rammed his cock home inside of her pussy. Her lower lips split wide to accept it, forming the tightest cocksheath he’d ever had. He groaned with pleasure, a sound matched only by Petra’s own moaning. “A~Ah~ Master~ Just like that, use me~ Fuck me silly, mold my cunt to your cock~”
Alex responded by taking a hold of the gynoid servant’s ample hips and thrusting harder, hips bucking wildly. The two were fucking like animals in heat, and neither one was about to stop anytime soon - even moreso than her mouth, Petra’s pussy was perfectly built to take dick, the malleable and soft nanomachine-infused metal molding itself to Alex’s shape; by the time he was done with her, her pussy would be permanently marked as belonging to him, and the absolute perfect tight fuck.
All good things must come to an end, even the wildest of lovemaking. Alex hilted one final time, balls slapping against Petra’s pussy, before shooting his load. Petra seemed to shake and shudder at the same time as her pleasure centers simulated an orgasm of her own, both of them continuing on and on and on. When Alex pulled out, a trail of cum began to drip from Petra’s pussy. “Masterrr~ That was so gooood~” she moaned, as her body sucked up the semen into internal storage - best keep it fresh in case Master wanted children later in life.
Alex smiled - now that they’d gone and done it, he seemed a lot more comfortable. “If you want, we can go another round on the bed in ten…”
Petra grinned. “As much as you want, Master~” she said.
They did go for another round - then another, then another…
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While Alex never did find out about Petra’s past, the pair did end up marrying - he made a point of selling her to herself, making sure that the match was as equal partners rather than master and servant. After figuring out how to replicate the P-L-S-R model without a human base, Slicer gave up on crime, changed his name, patented the technology and became a wealthy millionaire selling robotic servants. All in all, everyone involved ended up happier...