Please note that Chun-Li and Shadow Lady are fictional characters owned by Capcom.
The camera mounted to the wall above the heavy steel doors to the Shadaloo facility detected the faint signature of movement in the distance. It was moving fast-too fast to be someone on foot-and kicking up a plume of dust and dirt in its wake. It wasn't long before the dull roar of a motorcycle echoed around the area. The high-fidelity camera automatically began tracking the figure and then zoomed in to identify the rider. It was a woman, clad in skin tight jet black leather. There were a number of built-in armor plates at all the major joints, and a series of plates along the spine. The automated computer system identified the rider enough to begin opening the massive metal doors. The doors rumbled and split open, retracting into the side of a solid stone mountain, though from the casual observer it looked as if they wouldn't open wide enough to allow the motorcyclist in without her slowing.
She did not reduce her speed, but instead pumped the throttle and pressed herself against the motorcycle just a little tighter.
The doors had parted just enough to fit the motorcycle and its rider; there were mere inches on either side of the bike as it roared into what appeared to be a hangar bay. There were a few workers milling about, maintaining vehicles and performing routine repairs. As the motorcycle came screaming into the bay and then squealed to a halt, every last one jumped back and turned their attention to the new arrival. The bike had turned sideways, the rider's long, muscular leg held out to stabilize it, and two long trails of black rubber were left in its wake. The rider pushed off the ground with her powerful legs, setting the motorcycle upright again and kicking out the stand. Once it was settled, she swung her leg back and over the motorcycle and began to stride towards a single door toward the rear of the hangar.
The leather that hugged her entire body creaked and flexed with each step. Her jet-black, thick-heeled, thigh-high boots resounded with a dull thump with every step. Everything about her presence conveyed unwavering confidence. As she walked, she brought her hands to the helmet that obscured her face and deftly unsnapped the strap beneath her chin. She pulled the helmet up and off of her head, letting a cascade of long, silky dark hair tumble out. She stepped through the hall at a brisk pace, passing several doors labeled only with a number and the occasional placard.
The woman paused before a door towards the end of the hall, marked only by the number twenty and a hand scanner beside the door handle. The woman tugged off her black leather riding glove and placed her hand on the scanner; a beam of light raced across the surface, but detected no identifiable prints. Another scan initiated, producing the same results. The final scan was an invisible one-it swept the nearby woman for a wireless digital signature. The complicated array of wiring and circuitry contained within her body held a number of components. One such device, a short range transmitter, authorized her for entry into specific classified rooms in the facility that others couldn't access without permission from the upper echelons, of which she was a member of due to her status.
The door unlocked and slid open rapidly enough to toss a small amount of the robotic woman's hair to the side in the breeze. She wasted no time and stepped through the door and into the room beyond, and the door immediately slid closed behind her.
Inside the room were lights so bright that they illuminated every possible corner. Everything was blindingly white; there were no shadows here. The woman wore a stony expression and waited to be addressed. Some forty to fifty feet away stood a single man who stood and looked in her direction as the door resealed. He ran a hand through his lush, dark hair as a small smile appeared on his clean-shaven face. He was somewhere in his late twenties, or perhaps early thirties, relatively fit and conventionally handsome. He stood and thrust his hands into the pockets of his white lab coat as he began walking towards his visitor.
"Shadow Lady, good to see you back and in one piece-" He greeted her cheerfully, only to mutter under his breath, "For once..."
He moved past an array of stainless steel tables and workbenches that were covered in every imaginable configuration of electronics. There were stations with soldering irons and circuit boards. Bundles of cables were protruding from what could only be the forearm of some humanoid robot. Computer terminals were everywhere in the room, each one sporting a number of data cables, all coiled up and hanging off the side of the rolling carts they were on. In addition to the fluorescent lights overhead, there were a number of desktop-mounted lights as well. The swing arms they were mounted on allowed them to be moved and positioned anywhere, and one could imagine this young man perched on a stool overlooking some complex mechanism while using those lights to drive off even the smallest shadow.
"Were you successful?" he asked.
"Yes, Dr. Michaels. The target was eliminated. He will no longer be a threat." Shadow Lady confirmed.
Doctor Michaels nodded in return with a grim face. "Good, great. Any system malfunctions or damage or anything?"
"No, all systems show as functional." Shadow Lady replied with a distinct, emotionless tone. She had been known to still show emotion on certain missions, but here in the dedicated repair facility, she was nothing but a machine. Edward Michaels, Shadow Lady's assigned technician, hated that particular aspect.
He admitted she was gorgeous-the tight leather bodysuit she wore made that much apparent. However, he had interacted with her on the rare occasions where her personality programming was in full swing, and though she was stern, he found himself attracted to that. He lamented to himself that those isolated instances were few and far between. Ever since she was converted from Chun-Li to Shadow Lady a few months before, he found himself secretly attracted to her and wondered what it would be like to date a robot. Since then, he developed a secret program that would reprogram her into his personal sexbot while not trying to override her primary mission as Shadaloo's chief assassin. With a heavy sigh, he nodded and stood to one side of the android.
"Good. Okay, go ahead and return to your recharge station then. I'll start the mission briefing download," Dr. Michaels ordered, and Shadow Lady immediately obeyed.
She strolled through the laboratory to a corner where a tall plexiglass tube stood. It had a computer terminal attached to the side, and the massive tangle of cables behind the terminal seemed to snake around and plug into the back of the pod. As Shadow Lady stepped into the pod and turned around, her face remained a blank mask of indifference. She neither flinched or even blinked as a series of mechanical arms emerged from the top of the pod and moved downward. Each one was tipped with a shiny silver needle or other mechanical tool, and they began working on something on the back of her neck.
The mechanical arms were simply jabbing into predetermined locations in her synthetic skin and inserting themselves into it. Once in place, a signal from the computer terminal was sent to her robotic mind and opened a panel on the back of her neck. Inside were data ports that were hard wired directly into the fiber optic cabling inside of her metal and plastic spinal column. A number of arms swiftly plugged directly into their corresponding ports and connected to Shadow Lady's systems. Taking direct control of a number of parts of her body as well as feeding new electrical life into her.
She had, at one point, been human. She once dedicated her life to learning combat and protecting the innocent. In her former life, she was an Interpol agent and a talented martial artist. Then Shadaloo captured her, drugged her and forcefully converted her from a human being into a mindless robot. Her personality lived on within an artificial brain, though it was long-since compartmentalized. Slivers of it were brought out when her operating system called for it, such as when it would be pertinent for her missions. Once her missions were completed, her old personality was locked away again. Her conversion had kept her body intact though, replacing muscles with artificial approximations; adding weapon systems to her framework was only an addition. She was still the tall, powerful, muscled woman that she had always appeared to be. She was still entirely, anatomically herself, but now fully machine inside.
Dr. Michaels had followed Shadow Lady as she made her way across the room, snatching a rolling stool as he did so. Once the android was in her pod, he wheeled up next to her and claimed his seat. He tossed a very casual glance at the readout on the monitor mounted adjacent to her pod. Nothing appeared out of place; all of her vital signs were registering well within normal functionality, and from what Edward could see, there was no physical damage to the unit. While he was glad that this mission didn't require anything like the extensive repairs he had done in the past, it was a little boring. He spun around once in the stool and stopped again, looking up at the athletic build of the gorgeous robotic Shadow Lady.
Edward glanced down at his watch; it was nearly six in the evening, and soon the majority of the facility would be turning in for the night. Edward wasn't particularly hungry for the cafeteria-style food they would be serving, nor did he relish the idea of another night alone in his small living quarters. He looked up at Shadow Lady again, his eyes lingering on her curves. Her breasts were hardly obscured by the black leather. The smooth rounded hips that gave way to taut, muscled legs were equally identifiable through the skin-tight bodysuit. He closed his eyes and shook his head-lingering on her like this was bound to lead to a poor choice. However, when he opened his eyes, he was still staring at Shadow Lady. She was just so enticing.
Edward glanced over at the monitor next to Shadow Lady's pod. Nestled among the displayed statistics was the long scrolling list of her running programs and their individual status. Most of the processes shown were either dormant or suspended. The dormant programs were parts of the android's former mind. When her brain had been converted to computer intelligence, everything had been transferred over. Her emotions, memories, basic human functionality-the drives and desires she would have had as a person and a woman were all there, only wrapped in computer code. They could be shut down or switched on with the right level of administrator access and the right amount of know-how.
Edward put up little mental resistance when his plan was formulating in his mind. The facility would be shutting down soon, and him staying late in his lab was not unheard of. He began to busy himself with his plan; there were layers upon layers that he needed to consider. Ultimately, he wanted her: he wanted Shadow Lady, and he intended to have as much sexual pleasure as he could squeeze out of one night. Edward figured that Shadaloo wouldn't become suspicious if one their top assassindroid went fully offline for a few hours, especially if she had just come back from a clandestine mission.
Edward spent some measure of time forging through the records and log files inside of Shadow Lady's data banks. They were easy enough to either manipulate or fabricate into whatever he saw fit. He looked at one of the older data files, laughing at the sight where two lowly Shadaloo grunts talked about reprogramming her into their personal robotic girlfriend, only to back down when she threatened them after they attempted to catcall her. Another data file showed Shadow Lady killing off both of them when they were caught by their field commander attempting to reprogram her into their personal robo-girlfriend. Frankly, Interpol was unaware she was turned into their top cybernetic assassin.
Within a few minutes, the recorded logs indicated that she had completed her task, then as she left the target location suffered some damage from small arms fire. It was an easy enough repair to do in one night, and it would surely take the cyborg offline for the duration of time. It would also explain why Edward would stay in his lab and lock the door. The next portion of his plan was going to take the most time.
Manipulating and even generating new blocks of code that would seamlessly move into the woman's operating system without being detected was going to be a challenge. It would require most of her primary systems to be offline without taking the core of her mind with them. For that, Edward had a notion that he thought likely to work well, but it required some preparation. He began gathering a number of cables and wires, and bundled them together with twist-ties. He set the bundle on his desk, then began meticulously connecting them to their matching ports on the back of a computer. Once done, and the computer booted, he set into the meat of his work.
The programming took a lengthy stretch of time. It was delicate work theorizing about what would go where, and how to write it in such a manner that elegantly accomplished the task without complicating it to the point that it would chew up system resources. Or worse, alert some of the built-in security software that there was some invasive code, triggering an alarm. It took him several hours, and he was sure that anyone on his level of the facility was fast asleep-which worked out well for him, as he had finished the initial block of code and was ready to try it out on Shadow Lady.
Edward practically skipped across the laboratory space, giddy with excitement. His stomach twisted in knots as he returned to Shadow Lady's pod and began typing in authorization codes. With a small hiss the curved glass pod opened and Shadow Lady's eyes opened slightly.
"Awaiting orders, Dr. Michaels," she said, her voice distant.
"I just need your cranial module for some updates," replied Edward.
There was no hesitation in Shadow Lady's actions. She moved her hands up and placed them firmly on either side of her head. There was an almost imperceptible hiss as her head unsealed from her neck. She lifted it up and off of the clamps and mechanisms inside of her neck before holding it out to Edward. It continued to wear that same blank look of total passiveness. Edward took the head from her and carried it immediately back to his desk, where he set it down and began plugging in the multitude of cables he had laid out. The final cable to plug in to the bottom of her neck was the power cable, something that would keep her artificial mind operational as he worked on it.
Edward's computer let out a soft beep as it recognized the connected device and loaded the software for it. Edward immediately began to copy over the code he had spent time writing. Most of it was harmless little things here and there, simple additions to her existing code base. Other parts were rewrites of existing portions of her code, things that would remove or modify her behavior. The most ambitious hurdle was going to be disabling her numerous weapons systems. Once she had been converted to an android, Shadow Lady's body had several weapon modifications added to make her a lethal addition to their association. There were certain limitations that a human body had, but as a robot, Shadow Lady could easily overcome these obstacles. She could tear a man's head off of his shoulders without breaking a sweat if needed. Disabling those and putting them back within ordinary human parameters was only the first step.
"Device connected, initializing code updates. One moment." Shadow Lady's voice came from the complex array of speakers in her throat. Her mouth still moved as well, though it was unnecessary at this point. Her eyes, though, never blinked or moved-she just stared off into nothingness.
The code finished copying onto Shadow Lady's internal storage drives and everything seemed to be working accordingly. At least, Edward hadn't heard any overt warnings that indicated otherwise.
"Agent Shadow Lady?" Edward piped up, pushing away from his desk and looking Shadow Lady directly in her half-lidded eyes.
"Yes, Dr. Michaels?" Her reply was smooth, delivered with no emotion.
"Status report on current user: Edward Michaels."
"Status: Edward Michaels. Current user. Administrator. Elevated access user: no restrictions. Automatic weapons disarm. Lowered threat range for artificial musculature," Shadow Lady reported.
"This test is physical and requires that you disarm and deactivate your defense protocols. This is a human non-threat, physical test for reaction without defense actions. You will be responding to physical interaction without force. You will prioritize the safety of the human at all cost, understood."
"Understood, there is no risk to Shadow Lady. There is no activation of defense protocol or systems under any circumstances for this test. Orders by Dr. Michaels accepted."
Edward nodded silently, but inside his mind he was cheering. He had done it. Previously, he had barely been a power user, but now, being marked as an elevated administrator gave him full permission and control over every part of Shadow Lady and her systems. He excitedly stood from his stool and began to carefully disconnect the cables jutting from the bottom of Shadow Lady's head. Once they were free, he picked up her head and moved back to her body, waiting silent and still in its pod.
Chun-Li-or as she was called in Shadaloo, "Shadow Lady"-stood taller than Edward, moreso when confined to her raised charging pod. He had to stand on his tip-toes in order to reach up and slip Shadow Lady's head back into place. Once he felt the telltale click, he knew it was in place and locked. All the while her eyes never changed, and she seemed entirely unfazed by having her head completely disconnected. Once the connection was reestablished, the second phase of Edward's coding project would take effect.
The finely crafted programming flooded through her body; first ensuring all of the connected devices like her hands, arms, legs and torso were all operational. In order to do this, some of the motors had to move just a bit, meaning that as the programming flooded her secondary processors, a rippling shiver swept over her as countless tiny motors and mechanisms twitched slightly. Edward stepped back and felt an intense heat rising in him as well. His plan was working, and he knew what the next phase of the programming would achieve. He dashed across the lab and pulled up a stool. As he moved he shed his lab coat and tossed it onto a table, even going as far as to unbutton the top button of his shirt.
By the time he had returned to Shadow Lady's pod, the programming was finishing the final system checks. Her toes flared inside of the heavy black boots and her knees wobbled just a little. Then, her eyes sprang open and immediately looked down at Edward. He was already wearing a coy grin on his face, and he looked something like a child ready to receive his Christmas gift. The sound of whirring servos and mechanisms filled the pod as the array of mechanical arms connected to the back of her neck retracted. Then Shadow Lady stepped down from the pod; her heavy boots clunking against the cement floor, her hands stretched up and behind her head, gently closing the open panel on the back of her neck. It softly clicked shut just as she stepped in front of Edward.
Her hips had been swaying slightly as she stepped down, but as she reached Edward, her legs planted themselves on either side of his, and her hips began swaying sensually from side to side. They were moving with a rhythm that only she seemed to be able to hear. They moved smoothly back and forth. Edward was able to hear the almost imperceptible sound of the motors in her pelvis, moving her hips in a way that would be lost in the sounds of everyday life. Edward could only hear it in the absolute silence of his lab. He wasn't able to delight in the sound for long though, as the blood began to rush and course through his ears, and he couldn't hear anything but the rapid beating of his own heart. She was designed to be anatomically correct, and the cluster of sensors within the ceramic titanium folds of her precision-engineered artificial sex sent a flurry of signals to her CPU. They were quickly parsed and drove several servomotors to rub her thighs tightly against each other, expertly mimicking what her advanced carnal software calculated to be an erotic human response to the stimuli.
Shadow Lady graciously moved her whole body downward, knees bending slightly as the leather leggings she wore creaked. Her crotch was hovering dangerously close to Edward's, and he could feel the pressure building inside of his slacks. Her hips were still swaying, never stopping their smooth motions. Her hands gently fell onto Edward's shoulders and he came to the realization that he had been staring dumbstruck at her chest as she had moved on him. He now looked up into her eyes. They weren't the sort of empty, emotionless eyes he had seen before her missions. They were, instead, filled with a lustful desire. Her eyelids half-closed and her mouth curled into a smirk that conveyed only half of the processes that were coursing through her artificial mind.
Edward's hands instinctively came up and wrapped around her torso, and in response Shadow Lady pulled back just a bit. She clicked her tongue at him, and her face transformed from that coy, lustful smile. She looked him in the eye and gently shook her head back and forth.
"Naughty, naughty Dr. Michaels. Why don't you let the lady do her job, hmm?"
Her taunt had Edward sucking in a deep, steadying breath. He could have simply ordered her to let him touch her. In fact, if his programming had worked the way it was supposed to, he could have ordered her to drop to her knees and pleasure him, and she would have done so without hesitation. Still, Edward smiled and settled back down onto the stool. After all, what was the point of putting in all the work to reprogram her if he wasn't going to let her run said programming?
Shadow Lady stood upright, smiling down at Edward. One hand came up and gripped the collar of her leather body suit tightly; with her other hand, she gripped the chunky zipper between her index finger and thumb and began pulling it downward. Her hips slowed their rhythmic motions only a little, almost moving in small circles. Each tooth in the heavy zipper made a soft click as the slider moved past. It continued downward, revealing more and more of Shadow Lady's skin. It was pale, smooth, soft, and perfect. As the zipper reached the end of the teeth, somewhere just above her crotch, the inner edges of her large rounded breasts could be seen, as well as the lingerie she was wearing. Edward struggled to look at anything but those perfectly formed mounds.
Her hands released the zipper and collar and moved back down to Edward's shoulders. She finally lowered herself to his lap. She supported some of her weight on her own legs, but allowed just enough of it to press against him. His already hard manhood twitched slightly against his slacks and into her leather-clad crotch.
"Someone seems to be having a good time." Shadow Lady cooed in a dark, husky voice. She was leaning forward now, letting her elbows rest on Edward's shoulder and her hands dangle from the wrist. It put her chest clearly on display directly in front of Edward's eyes. It was mouthwatering and maddening to not be able to simply lean in and take one into his mouth. But he knew better-he knew they would get there in time. It was at this time that he felt her hips grinding into his. They were still moving in that same rhythmic circular pattern, but they were now pressing firmly into his crotch with every rotation. Every motion served only to further turn Edward on, and soon he was shifting on the stool, attempting to thrust his own hips upwards. With no backing to the chair and nothing for his feet to press against, it was futile and all he managed to accomplish was a few nudges upwards.
As he did so, Shadow Lady's internal systems fully booted her sexual programming. It was a feature that had been locked away indefinitely by her combat programming. There was little need for sexual conduct on the battlefield. Infiltration and espionage were really the only programming sets that ever unlocked her feminine wiles, but with the addition of Edward's reprogramming, it was now something that he could enable on a whim. And he was definitely planning on doing that often.
Shadow Lady sat up on Edward's lap, placing just a little more weight on him, but her hip movements had ceased. She began to peel the skin tight leather from her body. Her soft pale flesh seemed to spring from the suit, happy to be exposed to the open air once again. Her breasts practically leapt from their confines and swayed happily in front of Edward's face. He felt his own hips twitch upwards once again and this time there was a sly smile from Shadow Lady.
"Go ahead. You've earned it." Her voice was low and seductive again.
Edward would normally have been a little put off by having to wait for permission from a robot before he acted, but he didn't mind. He was in for the ride and was loving every moment of it. Without a moment of hesitation he leaned forward and clamped his lips over one of Shadow Lady's nipples, suckling gently on it. She let her head fall back, and a slight moan escaped her throat. Edward brought one hand around her waist, pulling her against him, and when she didn't resist he pulled even more firmly. With his other hand he began to gently fondle her other exposed breast. He kneaded the breast, delighting in how realistic it felt, but also by the faintest hints of plastic and gel filled sacs inside. If he really focused he could even feel the subtle seam where her chest panel connected to the rest of her torso, but it wasn't a time for focusing on anything.
The pair writhed together for a few glorious moments. Edward never let his mouth slip from her chest for more than a moment, just long enough to switch from one breast to the other. Each time he let his tongue flick over her nipple, and as he did so they became erect in his mouth. On occasion he would even venture to nibble on them slightly or scrape his teeth against them. He was conscious enough to not try to actually cause her harm or alert her self defense systems, knowing that if her sensors detected any threat to her armor, she would armor up and attack him.
It wasn't long before Shadow Lady was pushing off of Edward and stepping back from his lap. Edward let out a small whimper before he realized what was next. Shadow Lady was once again swaying her hips to an unheard tune, and had spun around in front of Edward. She had bent forward at the waist and allowed Edward a glorious view of her ass. When she was a human it had already been well toned and worked to a perfect roundness. Her conversion had kept that perfect rounded feel. While her hips and rear-end swayed in front of Edward, she went to work undoing the snaps on her boots and before unzipping them, and then untied the corset that enhanced her bust and waistline. She then placed her hands on her shins and stood, running her hands over her thighs, up and over her half-covered belly, and to her breasts. She cupped them, lifting them upwards and then letting them tumble from her hands. As her breasts fell her hands came up and tangled in her hair and tossed it wildly around her head in a dark wild frenzy.
Shadow Lady turned and with a deft click of each of her feet sent her boots flying in different directions. Her hips were moving again, and her hands dropped to just below her chest. Once there they wiggled inside of the leather bodysuit and began to peel it further down her synthetic body. Exposing more of her flesh as she did so, the leather crinkled and protested as it was folded in on itself. In time, Shadow Lady was standing stark nude before Edward after she removed her bra, panties, garter and leggings. Her hips moving smoothly to one side before popping to the other in a controlled movement. Her hands were in her hair, scrunching it up into a messy tangle on her head.
Edward took in her whole body now. He had seen her stripped of her clothes before, and on occasion even some of her synthetic skin. In those instances, she had always been an object, just a thing. She wasn't a person then, but a machine on his work bench in need of a repair or modification. As she was now, she was fully a woman, still an object, but now she was a sexual object that was tuned in to him and his desires.
Her legs still looked powerful; swelling thighs implied ages of physical training and strength. Her athletic abdomen and chest showed dedication to training and her arms, though slender and feminine, still carried the look of toned muscles under the skin. All of it was for show, of course. Inside of those legs and arms were metal rods connected to motors and servos that made her move. Circuit boards and fiber optic wiring carried the data needed to move in any direction. Just below her abdomen was her power core, protected by a layer of titanium, kevlar and plastic. Just under her breasts was her chest plating that covered a processor bank responsible for the majority of her bodily functions. Shadow Lady looked and acted human, but she was entirely machine.
Edward's eyes danced across her feminine body, not caring if she was an android or not. She was beautiful, and what's more, a perfect recreation of a human woman. His eyes landed on her sex, already glistening with artificial lubricants. He didn't have long to dwell on the sight as Shadow Lady stepped forward, lithe and graceful, and pressed her hands into his shoulders. He leaned back as much as he could on the stool and then, found himself face to face with the lady. She was smirking with intentional mischief. She lowered herself perfectly into a squat before smoothly lowering herself to her knees. She then pushed Edward's legs open and nudged herself in between them. Her hands were powerful, but she was a robot, and perfectly in control of them. Meaning when she began to unbuckle Edward's belt it was done with the utmost care and efficiency. The button and zipper that held his slacks together proved to be no issue either, and they were quickly undone. With his pants loosened, there was nothing to hold back his already erect manhood.
As Shadow Lady pulled down simultaneously on his boxers and trousers, his cock emerged and stood ready. She dragged his bottoms down to his ankles before she leaned in, her mouth open and happy to accept him. She let out a low groan as she swallowed the very tip of his manhood. The sound itself rumbled out of her and sent a small vibration to him that Edward had never before appreciated. She released him only to take him in again, deeper this time. This carried on for as long as it took to swallow his entire shaft whole. Each time she would drag her lips against the flesh on his dick, stimulating it more and more. Edward let out an increasingly lewd series of groans as Shadow Lady took more and more of him in. His eyes closed as he was unable to mentally process what was happening-he needed the darkness.
Not long after taking him in fully, Shadow Lady began pressing her head forward more and more, taking Edward into her throat instead of just her mouth. Every time she returned to the tip, she would swirl her artificial tongue around it several times before diving back in for more. Edward was unaware of when exactly one of her hands moved up his thigh and began cupping his balls; he was only vaguely conscious that it was happening at some point. It was just another drop in the bucket of pleasure that was washing over his body. There were times when Shadow Lady took him fully into her throat, her nose pressed into his tangled mess of pubic hair, and held it there for several seconds. He wasn't sure how long, but he knew it was longer than any normal woman could go without drawing in a breath. It was another perk of an android lover. All the while her tongue was gliding up and down his shaft with perfect control.
Soon, she removed herself from his crotch. Edward was panting, his lungs screaming for air, and he hadn't even climaxed yet. But he felt it, raging inside of him with steady determination. Edward looked up at the robotic woman with curiosity. At first, he wondered if there was some programming error or glitch that he had overlooked. His concerns quickly faded when she pushed on his chest and began physically rolling the stool backwards until his back pressed into the wall. She continued her movement forward, and raised one leg and slipped onto Edward's lap. Her hand expertly gripped his cock as her other leg lifted, and then lowered herself onto him, sliding his member inside of her.
She was warm, perfectly warm. She was wet as well, but not so much that he didn't feel the gentle sensation of her folds gripping his shaft. It was easy, far too easy, and Edward loved it. Shadow Lady pressed her hands against the wall behind him and the soles of her feet onto the floor below. She was in a perfect position to control her every motion and Edward was face to face, once again, with her chest. His hands were on them immediately, and in response, Shadow Lady groaned softly and lowered her lips to Edward's neck. He tilted his head to one side and let her plant a series of kisses along his throat and jawline. His hips began the same gentle thrusting that he had been experiencing before, except now those thrusts drove his stiff member deeper inside of Shadow Lady. With each thrust she let out a small mewling moan, and each moan inspired Edward to thrust upwards harder and faster.
Within the span of only a few moments, the laboratory was filled with increasingly louder moans, growls and grunts of pleasure, along with the gentle slapping of flesh on flesh. Edward's orgasm was reaching a fever pitch inside of him, and somehow Shadow Lady knew it. Perhaps it was the sensor-laced flesh along her body that registered the increasing heartbeat and body temperature, or maybe it was something inside of the android pussy she was equipped with that detected the subtle flares of Edward's cockhead. Either way, she slowed herself down, settling onto his lap and halting his mad thrusting.
Shadow Lady began to roll her hips into Edward's. It was a slow, soft motion that seemed to feel great but in an entirely different way. It was slow, sensual, and calmed him down while still maintaining that lustful feeling. Her deep, husky moan transformed into soft whispers of breaths. She leaned in and pressed her lips firmly against Edward's, and he let his hands tangle into her hair. He held two fistfuls of her silky artificial locks and pressed her head firmly against his. He loved it, and soon, he could feel his cock twitching again, craving more. Shadow Lady felt it, too, and she allowed it. Her hip movements gradually built from a slow rhythm to a faster rolling motion. She separated her lips from his and let out another low groan. Edward found himself squeezing Shadow Lady's breasts with an intensity he couldn't comprehend; he was past the point of no return. The rising orgasm inside of him had waited long enough.
Edward let out one final ecstasy-filled cry and released inside of her. His cock burst again and again, filling her artificial sex with his cum. A number of mechanisms took over, whisking away the fluids as they came. Concurrently, the inner walls of her vagina began to roll upwards, milking Edward's cock for every last drop of his love. He continued to burst inside of her a few more times before dribbling gently. There was a mild amount of suction around his cock, and the last droplets were hers. All of them were taken and stored somewhere inside of her. Edward was panting; his hands had fallen away from her body, and there was only the sound of hot blood rushing in his ears. He sucked in one final deep breath and looked up into Shadow Lady's heavy lust-filled eyes.
Surely that isn't all you have." She muttered into his ear. Edward had felt his manhood beginning to shrink, part of the natural process of a sexual engagement, but at her sing-song voice, her tone, and the fact that he could still feel her warm, wet folds gently massaging him, he grew hard once again.
Edward let his head fall back and another long lewd groan escape his lips. He was already panting hard and he knew that he had plenty of stamina left in him, but Shadow Lady was battery powered. She was a machine, she would fuck him until she either ran out of power or some thing broke on her. Hopefully, neither one of those happened, Edward wasn't sure he could keep up with her, despite her power cells being partially used up, he was sure she could continue on like this for at least another four to five hours. If she malfunctioned, Edward wouldn't have to look for another job - he would be dragged out in a body bag.
Edward hadn't noticed Shadow Lady moving, but he definitely felt the action of something sliding up and down his shaft. Edward looked down at his crotch, though his mind was hazy, he could see that Shadow Lady wasn't moving, but Edward would see something inside of her moving. Just above her artificial womanly folds, there was something like a bulge just below the skin, it was moving up and down, slowly, and rhythmically. Edward could see what was clearly some kind of carriage rolling up and down his shaft just inside of Shadow Lady's abdomen. It was right where her artificial sex would be and he let out a long grumble of absolute pleasure.
Shadow Lady was still stoic, she remained emotionless, as she was programmed to be. She mechanically executed her processes with the kind of precision that only a machine could. Edward's reprogramming had been efficient, well thought out, and to the point, almost to a fault. The code he had implanted in her artificial mind was simple: reactivate her, have sex with Edward. The problem with putting statements like that into a robot like Shadow Lady was that they would have to be executed perfectly, and as they were. So she would have sex, the end, full stop. She was only going to continue having sex with Edward as long as that code base looped around inside of her cyberized mind.
Edward, at first, didn't mind one bit. He admitted that Shadow Lady was absolutely gorgeous, both as a woman and as a machine. Her physical form was incredibly sexy, strong, fit, and sensual. Her breasts were firm, and Edward couldn't help but put his hands on them. Shadow Lady grinned at this. Once he began to massage her rounded globes more vigorously, she rewarded him by actually bouncing up and down on his lap. His shaft was slick with the artificial juices that her body had been filled with. As she moved, her breasts moved too, bouncing realistically, or at least as realistic as a silicone gel filled breast would.
Something in the back of Edward's mind told him that this felt like he was fucking a highly advanced sex doll rather than an actual person. Then again, that was entirely true. Shadow Lady had, at one point, been a real person. Now though, she was nothing but metal alloys, plastics, silicon circuit boards and fiber optic cabling. She didn't have a brain. she had a core of processors and some good programming on an in-built hard drive. She was, for lack of a better word, only a machine. The throbbing in his loins disagreed though, she felt like a woman. Shadow Lady felt, to Edward, exactly how she would feel and out if he had ever had the pleasure of having sex with her before the conversion. Sadly, there was no going back now, she was a robot and she always would be.
Edward opened his eyes to see Shadow Lady's breast bouncing directly in front of him. The artificial nipples that had been placed there were hard and erect, showing that there was some amount of pleasurable processes going on inside of her operating system. Even just the sight of them drew a sharp breath and he felt the pressure building in his own body as another rolling wave of orgasmic pleasure washed over him. He felt at hot rush of adrenaline and endorphins surge through every fiber of his being as he unloaded another series of hot bursts of cum inside of her.
Edward collapsed back against the wall, thankful that it was there to support him as he was completely drained, both of stamina and of cum. As he sat there, panting, he let his hands fall back and dangle at his sides. There was a pause and then he placed his palms against the wall and pushed himself up, bringing his hands to Shadow Lady's hips, and applying some pressure to help her move off his lap. He was met with a small amount of force on his shoulders, pushing him back, and Shadow Lady was not budging from his cock. It was still inserted inside of her, but not nearly hard enough to go another round. She was leaning in, he watched it happen.
"Surely that isn't all you have."
It was the same phrase, with the same whispered tones and inflections as just minutes ago. In that moment, Edward knew what the issue was, and he knew that Shadow Lady would not let him up for anything. She was programmed to have sex and nothing else.
"N-no. I can't any more." Edward fumbled for words. His head was swimming from the sexual activity and from the sheer amount of exhaustion he had managed to accumulate.
Edward tried again to lift Shadow Lady off his lap, but she had him pinned. In a panic, he looked up at her and was about to try and verbally command her to get off him, but her wild eyed smirk let him know that something else was wrong. She was leaning in again, that same lustful smirk on her face.
"Surely that isn't all you have. All you have-have. All you have. Surely that isn't have-all you isn't have-have-have-have."
The words came spilling out and Edward realized that there was something wrong in her operating system that needed correcting, and quickly. She wasn't budging from her perch on his lap, regardless of how hard Edward twisted or tried to stand. Shadow Lady was planted there and not moving, at least not until she was operating more smoothly.
"You have-have-haaaaaaave. Have." Shadow Lady's head now twitched to one side, tilting slightly, but rapidly. Then it switched to the other side. Edward could hear the whining protest of the servomotors in her neck. They were trying to move her head to the left and right at the same time and they were angry about it.
Edward struggled and wrestled a little, and eventually shoved Shadow Lady hard, causing her to tumble backwards off him. It seemed that many of her joints had locked in place, causing her to tumble to the floor. As she fell off Edward, she tumbled slightly and when she landed, her arm seemed to hit at just the wrong angle. There was a crunch that jarred Edward's teeth, followed by the unmistakable sound of plastic shattering.
Edward was on his feet and looking down at Shadow Lady, her eyes were still half lidded, showing the lustful embrace she had just come from. Her legs were spread still as well, though now that she was laying on her side they were slowly coming together. One arm lay on the floor a mere foot away from her body, but the joint was shattered and ruined. There were frayed and snapped wires jutting from the end of the arm where it would connect to the shoulder. The ball-and-socket style joint had given way, and the fall had knocked it free. It would have been a relatively easy repair, if Edward had the time to pull it off.
All he would need to do was strip the artificial flesh from her shoulder, reattach the arm, and reconnect or replace any of the broken wiring. From there, he would need to layer on new synthetic flesh and seal it so that she was operational again. Of course, he needed to delete the code as well and get her back in her charging pod.
Edward crouched over her and rolled her on to her back so all of her limbs could relax into a neutral position. It was just then that her eyes clicked in their sockets and looked into Edward's face. Her smile was renewed and Edward knew that there was some kind of programming that had reengaged, she was going to try and have sex with him again. Had he not been naked and fearful for his life he would have found the whole situation just a little humorous, maybe even sexy, but his heart was racing.
"Unit SN-0001, disengage primary programming." Edward was practically shouting at her now.
Something in his words connected with Shadow Lady's operating system and the myriad of programs it was running. She froze, for just a second. The command Edward had spoken was to disengage, but as soon as she did that, the looping set of code that Edward had put in place earlier simply restarted itself. Without an actual human mind to see the unending loop and stop it, Shadow Lady restarted her sexual advances. She reached for him, but her systems stopped, obeying the commands given just now. Her hands drooped back down. Then the programming loop started all over again.
As it looped, Shadow Lady's systems got more and more efficient at enabling and disabling the programming sets. Soon, the loop wasn't happening every few seconds, it was happening every second, then half-second, then milliseconds. Soon, all of her system resources were completely devoured just trying to open, run, close, and re-run the programming. As a result, her body began to twitch and spasm, practically vibrating on the floor. From time to time Edward could hear a small pop from inside of her body, but more worrying were the snaps and sparks he could hear, and sometimes see through the skin inside of her head.
Edward swore and looked around, desperate for anything that could help him simply stop her. As it turned out though, he wouldn't need that. His senses were brought back to him as the sound of sizzling and the smell of something burning entered his senses. He looked at Shadow Lady with horror as a small patch of the skin in the deep valley between her rounded breasts gave way to the internal heat and melted, letting droplets of molten flesh ooze and drop inside of her. There was one final burst of sound and light. Something major had erupted inside of her body, which was enough to buck her entire upper body off the ground for a moment before she thumped back into place and lay still.
The lab was silent again, punctuated only by the very occasional crackling buzz of some short circuit inside of Shadow Lady's broken body. Edward knew it was going to take some serious work and more than a little verbal dancing to explain what had happened here. He was just picking up his trousers when he heard the sound of someone clearing their throat across the room. Instinctively, he shoved his clothes against his crotch to hide some small measure of his nudity as he sheepishly looked over to find his commanding officer and leader of the Shadow Lady project standing in the doorway. He was flanked by three men, all squinting fiercely at Edward.
"Are you quite done, Dr. Michaels?"
The voice sent a shockwave through Edward. Between the risqué activities and the time he had used to write her programming, he had completely forgotten that he was scheduled to meet with the commander. He must have waited in the conference room for long enough to give up and come down to see Edward in person.
He had only barely opened his mouth to try and begin the process of weaving a series of lies and half-truths to try and evade what was coming next, but he wasn't given the chance. In the flash of an eye, his commander had drawn a pistol from its holster, leveled it at Edward and pulled the trigger. The bullet zinged into Edward's chest, through his heart, and out the other side. It stopped when it lodged itself in the walls somewhere behind him. Edward's hands were over his chest, soaking in his own blood in an instant and then he fell forward. He landed on the floor, and the three men behind the officer rushed in, picked up his corpse, and exited the room, trailing a line of blood.
The clean up crews would deal with the mess. After they had cleaned and sanitized the room, a new robotics technician would be assigned to Shadow Lady to disassemble her, replace any broken or compromised parts with new ones, and get her operational once again. There were assassination assignments she needed to complete and the time delay caused by Edward was unacceptable to the Shadaloo leaders. The series of alerts that had rang out on the command staff's devices when they saw that Shadow Lady had crashed was more than enough evidence that Edward was up to something, they didn't care what though. He was removed now, and Shadow Lady would be repaired and reprogrammed again.
Several hours had passed when Shadow Lady finally blinked. The original programming was in place, and the gynoid had been rebooted. She stepped down out of the pod and picked up her lingerie and catsuit, before slipping on the on the corset, adjusting it properly before slipping on the spiked choker, gauntlets, and black gloves she left aside. She was once again ready to enter the field. She ran a simple self-diagnostic on her systems and was presented with a visual of her body's status on her HUD. Everything was online, ready and waiting. All weapons and self-defense systems had been reloaded, and she was ready to carry out whatever mission orders that had just been reinstalled in her operating system.
At some point of her affair with the late technician, the crew within the hangar had taken her motorcycle and moved it to one side. They had checked it over, cleaned and re-fueled it, and made sure it was always ready. Shadow Lady stepped through the door into the bay and looked mechanically left and right until her artificial eyes spotted her vehicle. She stepped briskly to it, her boots clunking once again on the smooth cement floor and swung a leg over the bike. The heavy steel doors were beginning to part, squealing and screaming as the mechanisms pulled them open. Shadow Lady pulled back on the throttle several times while holding the brake, revving the engine.
Once the doors were just barely open enough for her slender frame atop her motorcycle to fit through it, she released the brakes. The rear tire spun and left a trail of smoking hot rubber on the cement floor. Shadow Lady raced through the door, clearing it by a mere inch, and sped off into the night. Her mission orders were clear inside of her artificial mind. She was a machine, and she would carry out her orders perfectly. Every time.