Title: Queen Machina's Bitch
Comm by: Anonymous
Categories: Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Power Rangers ZEO
Characters: Buffy Summers, Queen Machina
Tags: Femdom, Trample, Human Furniture (Footstool), Shrinking, Pet Play, Body Worship, Android/Robot, Penetration, BuffySubChallenge, Slavery
Started: 12/12/2022
Finished: 13/12/2022
The steel floor was cold against her palms, her knees had already gone numb from the time she had spent in her current position. Buffy Summers, once the vampire slayer was now on all fours, as naked as the day she was born apart from the black metal collar around her neck. The heavy weight of her owner's feet pressed into her back, forming diverts for their comfort, as the metallic ruler sat upon her throne. Her golden armour shone in the bright white lights that illuminated the royal throne room, the tyrannical Queen Machina, the mechanical enchantress, fanned herself with her trademark metallic fan as she basked in the knowledge, she and her armies had finally subdued Earth and added it to their glorious robotic empire.
The harsh light reflected off the steel floor into her eyes making Buffy keep her eyes shut and far more aware of the weight of the robotic queen.
"It is time for your speech your highness," Klink said in his mechanical voice, awkwardly bending forward to bow to his queen.
"Thank you, Klink," Machina said, uncrossing her feet and placing one of her soles against Buffy's back.
Buffy let out an abrupt cry of pain as she was found herself slammed into the metal floor; her bruised breasts pressed flat against the icy surface as Machina stood to her full height atop her. She had never felt so weak and helpless. This was her new reality. Machina stepped off her naked, nubile, slave girl, leaving a pair of purple bruises in the shape of her royal feet.
Machina turned, closing her fan with a flick of her wrist, she brought her arm around as she looked down at the fallen adversary. She opened a slot in her arm and pushed one of the many buttons it hid from view, a bright golden energy beam erupted from the underside of her wrist and attached it to Buffy's collar before drooping lax, forming an energy leash.
"It's time for your debut my pet," Machina said, her giggle like an overenthusiastic printer to Buffy's ears.
Buffy looked at the ground, unwilling to look up at her new owner. The toes of her golden feet reflected her pitiful expression. She looked completely drained and broken, her lower lip scabbed and a bruise on her right cheek and left temple. She had been utterly defeated and there was no denying it, especially not when every surface was polished, perfectly reflecting her shame.
"But before that," she pressed another button and the leash at her queen's wrist bulged, the bulge fell down the length of the leash and popped against her collar. A gold glow enveloped Buffy's body, she felt her strength slipping away and the room began to grow around her. When the glow finally faded the slayer had shrunk from her height of 5'3 to a pitiful 3'0, "much better, now you're sized to be my royal pet," her owner mocked.
'She is the perfect pet for me, so exotic and powerful, her presence will reaffirm my position above the rabble,' Machina thought to herself as she pressed another button on her wrist, she and her pet vanished in a flash of golden light.
One moment they were in the throne room of the Machine Empire and the next they stood on an elevated steel stage beneath a cloud-filled cyan sky, the sun shining down on them in a mockery of the hope the slayer once represented. Buffy looked, through slitted eyelids, the air felt tasted so fresh and the sun felt so warm and good.
Her owner's footsteps were a distant echo until her leash grew taught and Buffy was harshly pulled forward by the mechanical enchantress's strides. Buffy slammed her palms into the warmed metal floor and propelled herself forward to try to keep up with her owner. Her knees scraped painfully against the smooth surface.
Queen Machina stopped at the edge of the stage. It was almost rehearsed the way her gold steel armour caught the sun. several feet below the stage were what had to be several hundreds of innocent civilians being corralled into the space with the horrifying cogs surrounding the large group. Their unnaturally stiff poses and blank golden faces creeped Buffy out. She'd taken several apart before she'd been defeated but at her current size and strength, she doubted she'd last against one of the robotic soldiers.
A lot of the civilians were bruised and covered in soot and their clothes had been ripped. Had they tried to fight back against the mechanical menace or were they really so callous as to attack the defenceless. Buffy suspected it was a mix of both. A part of her wanted to stand and fight but it was quickly crushed as she heard a metallic snap, she looked up at her queen, she had opened her fan and was fanning herself again.
"Listen well worthless humans! All of you! I am your new queen, Machina! Your planet is now the property of the glorious Machine Empire!" Machina declared, her mechanical voice carrying with ease. Worried voices began to murmur as the crowd shifted nervously.
"Silence!" the murmurs died away, "all of your protectors have fallen, the power rangers have been depowered and enslaved, and their base and technology have been commandeered to serve our superior might! Even your supernatural protectors have failed!" Machina tugged at the leash forcing her pet to stumble forward, her petite breasts jiggling slightly beneath her, stopping when her head looked down at the crowd and the top of her breasts were exposed.
"The once proud beacon of hope, Buffy Anne Summers, the vampire slayer has been defeated and enslaved. Your saviour is now my pet. Show them your new place dog!" Machine declared, stomping a golden-plated foot on the edge of the platform.
"Woof," Buffy squeaked, her cheeks burning with shame as she crawled right to the edge, her fingers curling around the rim. Her naked breasts were on view for all to see, she lowered her head and stretched out her pink tongue and dragged it over her queen's toes. She felt shame mixing with arousal, the felt so pathetic and humiliated. Pursing her lips, she kissed the wet metal.
No one made a sound as they watched the reduced slayer kissing the machine queen's feet.
"Your protector is now my bitch!"
Some of the crowd looked down. They didn't know anything about the slayer but in a town that had grown to rely on the rangers, it wasn't a surprise to learn of another. If they had fallen like this slayer had, they had no hope.
"Anyone found to be aware of the location of any of your other…heh…protectors," Queen Machina laughed, "will be disposed of, there is no room for radical elements in my empire, if you do not obey your superiors, you shall be disposed of, you will work and obey! Am I understood!"
No one said anything but all looked away from their robotic queen.
"Good. Report to your appointed controller and you will receive your tasks. We are going to put you to work and you will serve in the expansion of the glorious Machine Empire!" Queen Machina declared, thrusting out her fan in a form of salute before she and her bitch were once again engulfed by a golden glow at the touch of a button.
When the light faded Queen Machina and her pet were back in her royal chambers.
The dark room illuminated at their present with harsh purple lights that made her armour shine with a demonic glow. The walls were decorated with schematics of weapons of her own design. Miniature planets floated around the room, each one modelled after a conquered planet, the newest edition, Earth was revolving around Machina's shining ankle before drifting up towards the ceiling to join the others. There was a four-poster steel bed in the middle of the room, dozens of wires leading from it and vanishing into drilled holes in the floor.
The golden queen sat atop her bed, the sound of metal clashing against metal ringing and echoing about the room. Further enhanced by Buffy's reduced stature, the weak blonde flinched.
"Finally, Earth is ours. Pet polish my armour," Queen Machina ordered, raising her free hand, a shimmer of golden light and she was holding a metallic goblet filled with light green oil. Fanning herself, she began to sip at her cocktail.
Buffy let out a quiet bark and lowered her head and resumed licking her owner's foot. The metallic taste reminded her of dry, stale blood. She closed her eyes so she would not have to look at her own reflection and let her tongue guide her. She became acutely aware of the subtle curve of the Machina's armour. Subtle yet elegant with the strength of steel, just like the queen herself. The tip of her tongue dipped into a crevice before sloping up the next part of the royal foot, she could trace the subtle indentions of the pattern the welded metal had made as they joined.
Queen Machina looked down at her pet. She looked so adorable with her eyes closed as she licked her feet. It was almost like she was enjoying it, though she knew she wasn't – at least not yet. In time Machina would make the human love every second she was serving her, all it would take is some positive and negative reinforcement, and maybe she'd bring out some of her old toys.
Actually, that wasn't a bad idea.
"Pet stop, turn around and bend over," Machina commanded, her pet briefly hesitated but turned and kneeling in place bent forward until her forehead pressed into the shiny floor and she exposed her ass to her owner. She was even trembling slightly. That was good.
Machina turned and reached to the top of the canopy. A draw slid out of the side and she plucked a metallic object with a sleek phallic design. Her voice box rumbled with a dark chuckle. The toy attached to her groin easily enough. She reached down and grabbed either side of her pet's waist, relishing when she felt the weak flesh flinch and the tremble grow worse as she lifted it off the floor.
Her bitch let out a little whine of fear.
Machina positioned her and began to slowly lower the blonde human.
When Buffy felt the hard, freezing object touch her pussy a sharp gasp escaped her. She grabbed at her queen's hands; she couldn't even fit the width of two fingers in her hand. She pulled and tried to pry her freedom but it was like her queen didn't even notice as she continued to slowly, agonizingly slowly, lower her onto the strap-on. Slowly pushing it inside her moist pussy, her own juices lubricating it, but at her size, it wasn't enough to turn the pain into pleasure.
"Please stop!" Buffy begged, using words for the first time since she was beaten into true submission, the grip around her waist tightened, forcing the air out of her lungs in a silent scream.
Machina hastened Buffy's descent. Her little legs began to kick impotently in desperation. It seemed she still had more to break. Well by the time she was finished playing with her tonight, not only will the human's will be fully broken but she won't be able to stand. Machina bucked her hips, opening her own legs slightly.
Buffy screamed as the metal phallus suddenly forced its entire length inside her. Tears blurred her vision and ran down her cheeks. Her throat quivered with silent screams. Her pussy pulsed with pain.
Machina began to slowly slide her pet back up her metal cock. Leaving a thin streak of blood along its length from Buffy's hymen. She was delighted when her orange monocle flashed an alert and she watched as the damage present to her bitch's pussy began to undo itself. Oh, she was going to enjoy this.