An out of armor experience (Mff, UNM, ENFs)

"Does my hair look alright?" Asked Perdita. The blonde queen did not have a mark on her. I had restored her to the peak of health and even added a few years to her lifespan with a boost of blue and white energy. After fixing her body. I went into Perdita's mind and made the adjustments my Master required. She had no memory of her abduction. As far as she was concerned, Perdita had chosen to fly to Metropolis to discuss a lucrative trade deal with Lexcorp that would bring thousands of jobs and billions of dollars in investment to her country. She remember's Garfield becoming angry at her which ended in a bad breakup. Perdita was in the mood for a rebound. "I want to make a good impression with Mr. Luthor. Vlatava needs me to make him happy." Perdita was nervous thinking about how she was about to let Lex Luthor, a man almost forty years her senior, have his way with her. Images of all the things she would let him do to her and all the things she was willing and secretly wanting to do to had been filled into her mind by yours truly, leaving Perdita feeling as confused as she was aroused.

"Do you always dress like that?" Perdita asked.
"Maybe I am naked and this is just what I look like." I told her.
"No, I know that under all that black plastic and rubber is a person. I bet that under that mask you are pretty girl with smouldering eyes."
"Quiet." I said
"Oh. Then you are boy? I bet you are strong boy with square jaw and..."
"You need to stop talking." I snapped at the queen.

We rode the rest of the way to the 145th floor in silence.
Officially, Lexcorp Tower Metropolis has 144 floors. But in the roof sits a helipad, a garden, and a small cottage Lex Luthor treats as his home on top of the world. When the elevator door opened, Perdita's mouth dropped open and her eyes went wide. The view of Metropolis from here was quite impressive, if you are a who has not seen it from fifteen thousand feet. But yeah, it is quite the view. "Don't gawk." I said. "Follow me, your royal highness."

"Any advice for. Him." Perdita asked as she tried to swallow her nerves.
"Just remember that he is the smartest man in the room and he knows it." I told the nervous queen who was just a twenty year old girl under the tiara. "He enjoys getting his ego stroked as much as anything else, but don't think that will put him off his game."

We found my Creator and Master, Lex Luthor, soaking in the outdoor hot tub gazing out at the lights of Metropolis. "Alex. Excellent work bringing Perdita here safe and sound." Master Lex stood up and showed us that he was not wearing any clothes and that it would appear that the only hair the man has anywhere on his body is his eyebrows. "Welcome, your Highness to Metropolis." Master Lex held out his hand to shake the queen's as if he were not standing in front of her completely naked, his toned, rippling, muscles glistening with water. "I trust your journey has been without incident and that Alex insured smooth travel for you?"
Perdita for her part did not flinch, maybe a little eye roll and smirk before giving Master Lex a firm, steady, handshake. The kind of handshake a dedicated queen practices with etiquette coaches for the kind of high stakes negotiations Perdita believed she was in now. "Yes. Thank you. Alex is a wonderful, umm, well, perhaps you can help here. Alex will not say whether they are a woman or man under all that armor. What is Alex?" Perdita asked.

Luthor smirked. "That is a very good question. One whose answer I imagine would find you..." My Owner chuckled before repeating the code phrase I had programmed into Queen Perdita pursuant to His instructions. "...'filled with light.'" I saw the change in Perdita's expression immediately, like she had just remembered something that was both very important and suddenly realized who she was talking to.

"Master." said Perdita, getting down on one knee. Master Lex basked in the moment before gesturing for Perdita to rise.
"Both of you, prepare for inspection." My Owner commanded. Perdita hesitated, but only for a moment, the queen removed her high heels, before pulling her dress off, unclipped her bra, and slipping her panties down her legs before placing her hands behind her head like I programmed her to.

I guess this is where I have the awkward explanation about the topic I have been avoiding.
You have to understand, I was created as a shapeshifting polymorph. I was transitioning between male and female even when my organic components were a clump of cells in a test tube. I have never felt confined to a single biological sex and never felt the need to identify as a gender that I can change with more ease than most people have changing their clothes and when I am in my armor, it does not matter.

With all that said, Master Lex usually prefers me to be a girl. I take a deep breath, double check that my anatomy is the way He likes it, and begin the process of getting out of my shell.

First the black plastisteel carapace was giving its chemical kill switch and turned to smoke. I stood covered in a layer of gold nanobots that flowed towards certain parts of my body to form reserve pools that double as body decorations. To the untrained eye, I appeared to be wearing simple gold bracelets, anklets, armlet, collar, rings on the fingers and toes, and a belly chain as well as matching gold piercings in my ears, navel, nose bridge, lip, tongue, nipples, and genitals. Anyone who looked close enough would realize that these pieces of jewelry are seamlessly fused to my body. I could retract the nanobots all the way and appear without the metal, sometimes I have to. But this saves a lot of time and pain when deploying my tech, and my owner likes me like this.

Goosebumps prickle my exposed skin as I felt the wind for the first time in ages. My eyes took a few moments to adjust to the light. Seeing through sensors never gives one the same feelings of experiencing the sunlight through real eyes. I stood there thinking what I always think in moments like that. I am this unstoppable force of raw cosmic power. I am stronger than Superman, faster than The Flash, and better armed than a dozen green lanterns. I can read, write, and control the minds of anyone in a hundred mile radius, farther if I have a power booster or if someone is wearing a properly tuned emitter. I have survived in the vacuum of space, the crushing depths of the ocean floor, and have been required endured the focused blasts of thermonuclear weapons in my face. Yet, for all that, cannot help but feel weak in the knees when Master Lex looks at me with his cold, calculating, judgmental gaze. Butterflies fill my stomach and hope that I am not a disappointment to my Creator.

Master Lex toyed with my breasts. My nipples, extra sensitive from the long period in my shell, hardened up at once. I bit my lip as Master Lex teased the little gold studs on my clit before he kissed me.
"Excellent work on the mission" said Master Lex gazing at the naked queen. "I heard that you ran into some unforeseen complications and that your brought home a pet witch." My stomach grew tight as I became filled with worry that I had made an error. Master Lex was a kind, gentle, and caring master. A man who cares deeply about the Earth and the future of The Human Race, which is why I cannot make errors. When I make an error, it means that Lexcorp made an error and when Lexcorp makes an error, it is corrected. The last thing I want is for Master Lex to order me to report for diagnostics and maintenance for correction. "That was some clever thinking. Of course you will have to release her into the wild, plant some false memories about trying to track the queen down and getting sidetracked by some old people with a sob story about their nurses being part of a cult of trigon worshippers. Let her stew with your suggestions in her subconscious for a few weeks before we have Ms. Roth accept a position in Lexcorp's occult research department. After that you can play with your pet Raven to your heart's content."
I was so relieved that Master Lex was not upset that my organic parts did not hear the last part about getting to keep Raven for myself. There was a microsecond of lag between my mind listening to my Creator's praise processor box pinging my consciousness with the relevant data and reminding me that the protocol for the correct response to information like this was to smile and say "Thank you, Master. It is a privilege to be your property." Which is what I did.

This made Master Lex smirk. "Speaking of that. There is news on the legal front." He said as he got back in the water and gestured for Perdita and I to join him. My owner put one arm around my shoulders and the other around the Queen of Vlatava's then each of his hands took one of our breasts. "The appeals court has sided with us and upheld the lower court's ruling on your status as a chattel good."
I breathed a sigh of relief. "Does that mean that it is over?" Ever since those reporters Lois Lane and Clark Kent ran that expose about me, these annoying legal busybodies have been fighting this stupid drawn out court case to prove that I am a person with rights. Despite the fact that I have spent hours answering questions and being cross examined in a court under oath multiple times telling these people in plain English that I was created by Lex Luthor, that I am the property of Lexcorp, and that I am neither seeking nor deserving of human rights, these people from the Pan Sapient Rights League keep insisting that Master Lex has no right to own me.
"For now." Master Lex twisted my nipple bar as hard as he could, it hurt, but not in a bad way. "No doubt the PSRL will appeal the case to The Supreme Court, but that could take years, if the justices choose to accept that case at all. In the mean time, as far as the law is concerned, you are legally classified by the Department of Alien and Metahuman Affairs as a grade Alpha autonomous robot with biomechanical features and android functionality." Master Lex snapped his finger and Mercy's high heels clicked their way over to us. With her leather gloved hands, the cyborg chauffeur and bodyguard handed Master Lex a velvet covered box which he opened to show me the diamond pet tag contained within. "There is your federal registration and Lexcorp serial number. We had them etched on the back, the front is your new brand logo. You are to be seen wearing this around your neck whenever you make an official public appearance." My Creator placed the tag to my neck and my nanobots acted to protocol. My collar now proudly showed the world what I was and whom I belonged.
"Public appearances?" I asked in shock. "Master. I. I don't know what to say. Why would you want me to appear in public?"
"To sell you to the masses of course." My Creator gave the grin that he always gave before he monologued. "Though I had originally intended to keep you as my secret ultimate weapon, that bitch Lane and her bitch of a husband Kent have forced me to alter my plans.
"Even with most of the court documents sealed and the case being buried, too many people know about too many of your abilities for it to make sense to keep you out of the spotlight. So if the world has to know you exist, then they will know that you are a hero who fights on their behalf, a hero brought to them by Lexcorp.
"We are still a few weeks from a proper product launch. But it will not be long before presidents and kings are cutting nine figure checks to retain your services. Every city on the planet will be competing to have you as their protector. To say nothing of the political leverage." Master Lex grabbed me by the chin and looked me in the eyes. "With you as my slave, I control the most powerful force in the world. Not even Superman and his twin brats would stand a chance against you, my pet." Master Lex stuck his tongue in my mouth. I did as protocol dictated and returned his kiss with a passionate enthusiasm.
"But as I said, all of that is a few weeks away. For now your services are being retained by Uncle Sam." Before I could ask if he meant the patriotic themed metahuman or the Federal government, My Creator answered my question when he told me that "Secretary Amanda Waller is waiting for you down on floor 119 in the Clinton suite. The President has some trouble and A&M is paying a hundred and fifty million dollars and a fast tracking on some government approvals that have been held up for me to command you to fix their trouble."
"Obedience is my purpose, I joyfully await your orders." I said. "What is the mission? What kind of trouble am I shooting, Master?"
"Secretary Waller will give you the full briefing when you see her. Be prepared to perform whatever task the government requires of you."
"Don't worry, Master. You know that I can do anything." I said, so proud that My Creator was right, whoever owned me, owned the most powerful force on Earth. At the time, I had never considered that there were things which I could do that I wish that I couldn't and sometimes a job can be easy to do but hard to live with afterwards.

As I was about to step out of the hot tub, Master Lex grabbed my arm and pulled me back. "Amanda Waller can wait. I left The Secretary of Alien and Metahuman Affairs with a couple of Seths and Alices to keep her entertained. The approvals for listing the Synthetic Entity for Tactile Help and the Advanced Lifelike Interactive Companion Engine on the Lexmart website as robots is part of the agreement for allowing them to retain your services." Seth and Alice were basically what you get when you make a version of me without all the alien genetic material and high end techno-sorcery built into their cyberware, living tissues grown onto a cyberbionic endoframe, mostly human, but robots in all the ways that matter, to The Courts at least. I was so glad to hear that soon millions of replicants that have been waiting in cryo storage for the laws to catch up with the technology will finally be able to feel the joy of belonging that comes from having an owner.

My Creator kissed me, then commanded that I sit behind him with my legs apart and massage his peck and shoulder muscles while I press my breasts into his back and rub my tits against his muscles. While I did that, Lex grabbed Perdita and placed the queen of Vlatava between his legs. "You are without an heir, isn't that right, your highness?"
"Ya, is Truth. Garfield and I have talked about children. He worries that Vlatava's parliament would not accept our union and that the people would see his children as freaks." said Perdita.
"Mr. Logan can, occasionally, be an astute observer." Lex pulled the queen closer to him. I detected the slightest micro expression of defiance. No matter how thoroughly I change a mind, no matter how deep I go or how detailed my engrams, there is always a tiny remnant of the unchanged personality lingering in the subconscious, an emergency backup that sits deep in the back of someone's mind trapped in a place where it watches as something else controls their life and makes decisions on their behalf.
"You require a partner who has the best genetics the human race has to offer." With my arms wrapped around my Creator's muscular chest, I watched as Master Lex pulled Perdita into his embrace. "Our son, or daughter, will make an excellent monarch for Vlatava. Count Vertigo can serve as your husband in public, the Vlatava's oligarchs are in his pocket and will gladly ratify your union, but the man cares more about present power than his future legacy." Master Lex guided my hands to Perdita's ass. With my help, Master Lex gently but firmly guided the queen's tight, young pussy around my owner's thick, veiny cock.

Holding her glutes in my hands. Master Lex enjoyed himself immensely The water grew frothy and turbid from the vigorous shagging my owner gave the twenty year old monarch. I sat behind my owner for over an hour as I watched Master Lex fuck the queen.

(What kind of mission does Secretary of Alien and Metahuman Affairs Amanda Waller have for Alex? What is this trouble that the US government has hired our hero to troubleshoot? Leave your thoughts in the comments)