The Fall of Artemis the Amazon: Beats, My God...

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Artemis' vision swam with rhythm. Great pendulums swept back and forth overhead between endless clicking gears and ticking metronomes, filling her sight with fractals of flow. The Bana-Mighdall Amazon was frozen, unblinking, as her very soul was rattled by some kind of booming tempo that hammered her over and over again.

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Something - or someone - murmured in her ear, so low that the noise was barely distinguishable from the pounding sound. There was something strange about it, something almost... encouraging. Like the murmur was proud of her, like it wanted her to, to... Something wiggled in the corner of her vision, and Artemis' train of thought skipped right off of the tracks. Wiggle-wiggle, shimmy-shimmy; the edges of her sight were encroached upon by-

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ASS. It was ASS. ASS was invading her vision. ASS was invading her mind. Where once had swung mundane objects, there now swung ASS. Pendulums became swaying hips sporting perfect PAWG booties. Thicc Asian ASS bounced and clapped and big black bubble butts swung in tight circles in place of spinning gears. Women of every shade lay face-down, ASS-up and waved their gigantic globes back and forth like the metronomes she once saw in their place. The murmurs had changed; like a far-off cry, rather than an ear-kissing whisper.

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"Are you ready? Lemme hear you're ready!"

Artemis' mind swam as the words stabbed into her. It sounded like... like a sleazy MC, strutting back and forth as she worked the crowd. Wait, where had that comparison come from?

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"You want her! You got her! She's big, she's bad, she's bootilicious! She's got a bitchbreaker dick and her ASS is thicc!"

Another stab, and Artemis could practically see her cock deep in all of the ASS that surrounded her. Taking them hard and fast, filling them and over-filling them. No, that wasn't her, she hadn't-

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A Korean idol squealed and spasmed through her orgasm, her ASS red from spanking-

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A phat-ASS white rapper's mind drained out in a babble of slut-brained bliss-

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An Indian model with an especially juicy ASS moaned obscenely, her outfit shredded and her makeup running-

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Akila's big black ASS rippled and jiggled, her muscles no match for the sheer power of Artemis' thrusts-

click-WHOOSH

Artemis' heels hit the stage with a crack that was drowned out utterly by the bass dropping from the wall of speakers in front of her and the roar of the crowd behind her. She looked left and right as her hips twitched and swung every which way, admiring the skill and bodies of her backup dancers. Goddess, she thought deliriously, the MC's right! You really can't tell I turned them all into cum-bloated wrecks right before the show! Wait-

"OOOOOOOooooooooooohhhh, baby..." Artemis' hips pumped as she thrust upwards off of the cold metal slab she was clamped to, her limbs twisted and shackled in such a way that it was the only motion available to her. Flashes of a shadowy figure shifted around at the edges of her vision, making her femme cock throb hungrily with the hints that the outline provided and her tongue slip out and wet her lips. Clack. Clack. Clack. Slow, steady steps of needle-point stiletto heels moved left and right somewhere behind her as the shadowy figure - or presumably her, at least - flipped switches and turned dials. Then she strutted around in front of Artemis, and the lights came up with a soft hum that seemed to vibrate straight up against the Amazon's balls.

"Daaaaamn, girl! You got a big ol' ghetto booty on you!"

The words spilled out before she could stop them, dragged forth by the sight before her. Wrapped in a tight, shiny red leather suit of the sort she'd seen before when Diana had dragged her to a superbike race and raised up on stiletto heels so tall and thin that she must have been a metahuman to avoid falling over, the woman's body was nothing short of obscene. Tits bigger than her head stuck out in front, so high and round that they couldn't be anything but silicone-stuffed slut-bumpers, designed to flaunt the owner's addiction to surgical enhancement and cushion her fall if she ever tripped due to her now-limited view of the floor in front of her. The woman's ASS was just as artificially awesome; a pair of massive, jiggly orbs that bounced and clapped with every step and looked built for smothering some lucky girl under a precision-engineered facesit.

"Why, thank you, Artemis," she replied in a low, electronic buzz, "I just love to hear my work get the recognition it deserves."

"I..." Artemis dragged her attention off of the woman's bimbo-tastic wagon and up to her face, then blinked in surprise. "Who are you? What are you?"

The woman sneered at her, dull steel lips - each a fat pleasure-promising pillow - twisting haughtily as her shining eyes narrowed. "I," she drawled, silver skin shimmering with the movement of her face, "am Doctor Cyber. I wouldn't expect a superstitious hick like you to recognise a Diva Industries Pleasure Drone, or the similarities it has with this infinitely superior chassis, so I'll let that one slide." Tossing her chrome-cable hair over one shoulder, the machine-woman stepped up to the right side of the table and began to stroke her right index finger along the prominent cum-vein running up the underside of Artemis' aching shaft.

"D-Diva Industries? So you're the ones who k-kidnapped Akila," the Amazon snarled, rage helping her to push through the stammer-inducing that the gynoid's finger was somehow bringing her. "What's next, now that you've g-got meeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!" Her eyes rolled back as she bucked her hips madly, cum blasting up out of her cock and falling back down onto her muscular body. Doctor Cyber chuckled and grabbed the insensate Amazon's balls, kneading and rolling them in her palm for a moment before releasing them and letting the femme complete her orgasm.

"Well," she replied, "I was going to check to see if you used any of that wonderful Machine I left behind at the apartment, but I think that answers that." Her tits swelled outwards with a creak of overtaxed leather, straddling the line between obscene and absurd. "Every drop is loaded up with nanites, you see," she stage-whispered to a panting, impotently-glaring Artemis, "that rewire all those little nerves in your body to respond to my touch, how I want them to. Nobody who uses Machine lasts any longer than I let them." Artemis' eyes widened in alarm as visions of the rich and powerful - all potent, dominant femmes of the sort to take Diva Industries up on a 'free sample', especially if it would let them fuck harder for longer with less time taken to re-lube themselves - rendered into powerless quickshots under the gynoid's artificial assets.

"Oh, don't worry," Cyber crooned mockingly, clearly deducing what Artemiss was thinking of to produce such trepidation, "it's not for them. It's my special gift, all for you." She hummed softly in thought. "And any other Amazons stupid enough to slop on a handful of lube they find at a **** scene for a quick jerk-off session, I suppose. But even I don't think lowly enough of them to think there could be more than one of you..." She suddenly seized Artemis's cock and jerked it furiously, a sadistic smile painting her face as she watched the champion of Bana-Mighdall paint her own face with her spunk. "...you stupid fucking jizz-factory."

"And don't even think about spouting off how you'll 'never succumb to my brainwashing'," the metallic minx snarled, as Artemis suddenly found herself awake and securely strapped to a metal table, a gorgeous gynoid prowling around her, "when you can't even figure out how many layers deep into the Cyberwalk system I've put you. You're my puppet, my cock-for-brains cum-dispenser, my moronic meat-dildo..." In a flash, Cyber was holding a strange, retro-futuristic cylinder over Artemis' erect cock. The fancy fleshlight dripped more Machine onto the Amazon's quivering cock as its slick silicone innards visibly pulsed with the beats running through it.

"Like it?" Cyber grinned. "I made it myself - and from myself. This body is the ultimate female form - perfect machines, patterned on the divine rhythms and beat that you superstitious sluts pour into your artifacts..." The gynoid's face seemed to flicker for an instant into an eye-rolling, tongue-lolling ahegao, before Cyber's natural smugness reasserted itself. "Veronica thinks I died when I tried using the Cyberwalk on the trinket this is modeled on," she confided, confident that her confidant would never be in a position to tell another soul, "that I'm nothing but Adrianna Anderson's ghost in the machine, a silicon-and-silicone substitute for her friend."

Cyber lowered the dripping, pulsing fleshlight a little lower, just enough for its drooling orifice to kiss the fat, throbbing head of Artemis' **** femme cock. "I'm so much more," the digital devil whispered into the helpless Amazon's ear, the femme still paralysed by the nanites mixed into the lube that now glistened on her shaft, "so much more than you." Artemis' eyes fluttered as the mechanical minx wiggled her long, tapered tongue into her ear for an instant, then began to pepper her face with kisses. "And this..." smooch "...little toy..." smooch "...feels exactly..." smooch "...like Akila's..."

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"...ASS!"

And Artemis' hips bucked-