Nos-4-a2 tapped his fingers on the tablecloth. He was getting sick of eating life the way he was. Sure he was a "reformed" villain, but he still enjoyed the taste of his women. They gave him such a big energy boost that not a lot of robots can give. And he had tried a lot of robots. His preferred model of robots were the ones produced by Star Command factories, but they had been able to upload a virus into their databanks of their robots after examining the memory data of that infernal mish mash of parts they called a star command elite.
He sighed when the waiter brought over a fully cooked woman to his table and pulled the cover off. The woman had green scaley skin that, thanks to cooking, had deepened her color to closer to a brown. Not quite as brown as a human would have gotten but it was still quite a delicious color. As he ran his finger over her breast and tasted it, he sighed again. He picked up his knife and fork to began his meal as always and felt he was in a rut. It was quite easy for him to be a good guy, he even helped Star Command out on occasion and they gave him all the spare electronics he could eat. It was far more profitable for that matter, they paid him to make an elite robotic work force, and he got to have a number of minions of his own so long as he continued to be good.
Of course he wasn't really good, he reported back to Zurg all the secrets he could find, and planted bugs in their system whenever he could to throw suspicion off himself. As he ate he thought what he was missing in his life, such as it was.
He started with her breast, cutting into the meat slowly. Despite his boredom with the easy way to get food, he did enjoy his meal. The meat was well marbled and perfectly prepared. This woman probably helped prepare herself, moving her scales in just the right way to get the seasoning deeper into her body than a chef who may not know how her body worked, probably would have.
As the meat settled on his tongue, he was taken by the satisfaction that the meat gave his robotic tongue. He was gifted with sensory glands, unprecedented at the time of his creation but he still liked that he was the first robot to have the ability to tastes. The breasts went down quickly as they were his honestly least favorite of his three top cuts on a female. He moved on to her arms next and ate them slowly, working his way down her body from there. He skipped her hips at first as he was saving his two favorite cuts for last, and moved straight onto her legs.
Her legs were well marbled and had obviously been worked on for quite some time. She had probably signed up for this and spent all of her free time when she wasn't on the menu exercising to make her meat taste the best that it could.
Beginning to fill up on her meat, Nos 4 a2 turned her over and cut out an entire rump cheek and took that one bite at a time. The rump was his second favorite cut, and the last one he ate before dessert. His absolute favorite cut was what he always saved for last. The genitalia of any given species were always the most tender as they had always gotten the best tenderizing and flavoring.
He carved out her pussy and ate it slowly, letting the meat melt on his tongue before chewing it up and swallowing it down. He sat back and rubbed his belly and waved one of the other wait staff over to take the girl away before he exploded from overeating.
As the woman's remains were taken away back to the kitchens for disposal or soup stock or whatever else the people in this seedy portion of the galaxy did with their food, he sat back in his seat when it came to him, it was the thrill of the hunt.
Working for Star Command and Zurg, while profitable and comfortable, he was practically given his food no questions asked, along with his pay, which a lot of it was spent on women at the diner. He was sure they were all very delicious women and if he went back to the storage room in the back of the diner, he was equally sure they would throw themselves at him, quite literally, for the chance to wind up on his table. But that was exactly the problem, they WANTED to end up on his table.
He didn't have to chase them down, didn't have to set up traps for them, didn't get that lovely sense of fear that other women would have given him. He loved that feeling. He was like Batman in that way. He chuckled when he made the connection to the bat themed human super hero that Lightyear idolized as a child. A fact that was quite humorously programmed into XR's databanks.
He paid his bill and left, flying through space back towards whatever planetoid he had made his home in that while. He sat back hands behind his head and nodded off, thinking about what he could do to get rid of this feeling in his programming. Opening his hand, his projector module throws up a map of the star system, the planets nearby start blinking red in response to his thoughts.
One of the planets caught his attention and it zooms in on it. The word Karn appears in every concievable written language in the galaxy, clicking on the one he uses the most, a bio appears underneath the name, and a thought appears in his mind. Hmm, what better way to achieve the thrill of the hunt than the beast planet, where monsters run free with very few humanoid life roams. He knew there was a few there though so he laid back and napped off his current meal while absorbing her energy for a while.
About a month later, after getting a few more jobs from both sides of the coin, Nos-4-a2 was flying to Karn. It was a bit further than when he initially looked through the map, seeing as he had moved a number of times. Once he was on the planet, he turned on his scanners, a recent addition to his arsenal he had procured from a big red fellow going by the name of XL, apparantly a brother of the Star Command Elite, XR.
The scanners picked up several humanoid figures around the immediate vicinity, but then he zooomed in and saw one coming in fast. Nos 4 a2 hid in a bush nearby, unprepared for the assault this humanoid was undoubtedly going to put on his plans. He watched until the woman showed herself in his sights and immediately, his mouth dropped and his tongue fell out. He often wondered why his creators gave him a tongue but let it go as he had killed his creators within hours of his activation and thus would never be able to ask them personally.
One look at the red haired blue eyed beauty and he knew he had to enjoy her for dinner that night. She heard him snuffling around in the bushes and turned her flashlight at him. She saw a glint of something moving just before he jumped out at her in a streak of black. Glowing red eyes and sharp gliting teeth were the last things she saw before passing out.
When she awoke, she was in a far different environment than she was in before. She had been stripped of her clothing, except her shoes, and her gear, and had been transported several miles away. She was in a makeshift cage and watched as the mechanical vampire was going through her gear, adjusting his monocle eye a bit to better examine it. "It truly is amazing what one will find while out hunting." he says tossing a piece of equipment aside that he found useless. She winced when she heard the telltale crack of a piece of technology hitting a rock.
After several more hours of her tech being examined she shouted. "What are you going to do with me?" she asks nervously. She wished Buzz was here, she could use the arrogant dunderhead to save her right about now.
"Oh i'm going to chase you." he says coming over to her. "I've so longed to enjoy the thrill of the hunt." he says opening the cage door.
"Chase me, for what?" she asks curiously as he stalks closer to her and closer to her while she backs up against the back of the cage.
"I am tired of women throwing themselves at me, begging me to eat them." he says referring to the girls in the restaurants who's only purpose in life was to feed a superior species who had a taste for them. "I like the thrill of the hunt and I want to make sure I never have to deal with the willing prey again unless I absolutely want to." he says wrapping his strong claws around her upper arm.
"I'm going to chase you, I WILL catch you, and I will roast you and eat you, and then, I'm going to digest you, and go to another planet and do it all over again, until I am satisfied." he says cackling a bit, his electrical powers causing a telltale villainous lightning strike to flash behind him along with the sound of thunder in the air. "So I suggest you run, and don't stop until you can't anymore." he says pushing her out of the cage.
She gulps as she is hauled to her feet. She took a quick look around and spotted her gear, either deactivated or dismantled by the looks of it, and took off running. THIS was what he had been hoping for. He took off after her, using his superior sight and hearing to track her better than Wirewolf would have been able to.
As she ran, her breasts bounced and her ass jiggled as she went through the thick undergrowth of the jungles. Her only thought was to get back to her vehicle and call for help. She didn't know where it was but she hoped she was going in the right direction.
The chase went on for hours, the moon gradually making its progress through the sky and getting close to setting. The horizon could be seen turning a lighter color as the sun was coming up. She was exhausted. She had successfully trapped him multiple times in quick tricks she had employed in order to trap creatures on the planet for study and cataloguing.
Unfortunately for her, due to his superior strength, he broke out of every trap she tricked him into. She sat against a tree, breathing heavily, believing herself to have gotten away from him this time. Not many creatures could survive having a boulder dropped on them. She had to admit she never saw the appeal of using a boulder to trap a creature, it was for those random creatures that for some reason or another, hated rocks. She never really understood and had hoped to study why someday.
She looked down at herself and cringed. Her breasts were scratched and bruised, her leg was bleeding and her shoes were torn to shreds. She was glad she had killed that monster because she couldn't have made it much further at the pace she was going, either her shoes would have been destroyed or she would.
She wiped her sweaty brow and flicked the sweat into the water nearby before standing up. She had to get back to her truck. She heard a hiss behind her and turned just in time to see arms wrap around the tree and pin her to it. "Caught you my dear." she heard whispering into her ear before a powerful squeeze shot all the air out of her lungs and she passed out.
Being thrown into the lake nearby should have woken her right up but she was so exhausted and so worn out that it didn't do anything but quickly rinse her body from the twigs and dirt she had covering her sweaty body. As it was she didn't wake up until it was too late.
The heat was what did it. She awoke and was immediately startled by the heat, then the inability to scream. She could but it wouldn't get very far with the large fruit stuck in her mouth. She wiggled and moaned but couldn't get anywhere but in a circle as Nos 4 a2 rotated her around the fire slowly staring at her roasting form. "Now now, don't fret you are going to be delicious." he says running a finger down her steaming breast.
She actually moaned, the feeling of her breast being touched when no one has besides herself was incredible, combined with the sensitivity they had from being cooked. He chuckled when he heard the fire sizzle under his ministrations to his food. He would occasionally repeat this process with various parts of her body until she was a deep reddish color, about the same shade as her hair.
She had cum several times over the several hours in which she was conscious over the flames in the fire pit he had built. Every time it was from him running his fingers down her body and tasting her. By the time he took her off the fire, it was noon by her clock that he had saved from her gear. He was planning on incorporating that into his systems. He couldn't fathom why his creators wouldn't give him a function to tell the time.
He set her up on her cooked knees on a large rock he had sanded down with his powers while she was unconscious. She moaned as he slid the spit out of her bindings and she looked up at him submissively. She was cooked, she was as good as dead and he was the one who was going to do it to her. She moaned through the fruit as she wiggled her breasts about enticingly. She wanted to goad him into getting her down quicker.
She looked up at him as he looked down at her and gulped when she saw him open his jaws wide open and wrap them around her head. She closed her eyes and felt herself taken in by his strong claws as she was lifted up over him. She whimpered a bit behind the fruit as she was slid down his throat, and moaned in pleasure when her sensitive breasts went down his throat. The tight tunnel constricting them to her chest and teasing her cooked nipples the entire way down. Every time they went past a ring in his throat, her nipples would twang again and she'd let out another moan.
He tasted every moan once he got past her wide yummy hips and her juices splattered down on his tongue. When she was finally inside his belly, she curled up in a ball and felt the wiring and circuitry wrap around her. His belly was huge with her curled up inside and he patted it appreciatively as he laid back.
She felt the sting on her breasts, pussy lips and ass, her arms, thighs and neck as the pseudo-digestive mechanics attached to her and began draining her energy. She came again when the wiring attached to her nipples and began working. She passed out soon after as the machine went to work.