The Fall of Artemis the Amazon: Rise

"Hhhaaaaaaaahhhhh~"

Artemis's eyes rolled back as the slick, hot and unbearably tight walls of Akila's asshole wrapped around her cock, the feeling of being sheathed in her lover's ass overriding her common sense as she sank deep into Cyber's trap. The layer of Machine that coated the inside of the toy thrummed against her shaft, endlessly shifting pinpricks of pleasure that smothered her senses like a layer of static, slowly teasing apart her thoughts until she could barely string two together at a time. The Amazon bucked her hips desperately, trying to break free of the gooey, cockmilking prison - or at least add something resembling friction to the experience, in the hopes of having something else to focus on. "You really are a slut," Cyber purred, her hand rising and falling in perfect time with Artemis's hips, no matter how fast or hard they went, keeping her cock trapped in a constant, unchanging vice of soft silicone and Machine.

"Pump, piggy," the gynoid smirked, "pump-pump-pump those hips. Just a stupid, slutty femme who can't stop humping my hand." The fleshlight squeezed down even tighter, until Artemis could feel - if not entirely process - the Machine-drenched walls molding themselves to every contour of her cock. Cyber released the toy and grinned wickedly as Artemis continued to thrash, the sheath now gripping her so tightly that it was completely sealed to her cock - that it might as well be her cock. She reached up and began to pull down the zipper of her jacket, letting the mass of her tits spread her cleavage wider and deeper until it was exposed from top to bottom. "So much better, isn't it? A perfect mechanical cock to make up for the rest of your inferior organic body."

Without warning, Cyber swung a leg up and over the gasping, spasming Amazon, pushing off with her other foot to get up onto the table and straddle her. Artemis's caged cock slapped down heavily between the supervillainess's leather-wrapped asscheeks, sinking deeper and deeper between them as she unwittingly hotdogged Cyber's colossal caboose in her delirium. "You know what you want," Cyber whispered, planting her hands on either side of Artemis's head and lowering her massive bust until the Amazon's face was lost in her cleavage. "You know what you need." The Machine coating her cock, the perfectly fake tits enveloping her head, the whole precision-engineered sexdoll body lying atop her, all of them thrummed softly and let Artemis feel the doctor's words with every inch of her being.

"You want to be more." Artemis's mind stirred in the sweet, sticky throes of Slut Brain. "You want to be her." Her cock - her body - throbbed. "You don't know who she is," the... the voice purred into her mind, "but you want to be her. She's big, she's bad, she's bootilicious..." She throbbed again. "She's big, she's bad, she's bootilicious..." Again. "She's big, she's bad, she's bootilicious..." Again and again. "She's big, she's bad, she's bootilicious..." Her body did more than throb, it pulsed to a beat that she couldn't hear - a beat that pulsed from Doctor Cyber's ass and through Artemis's cock. "She feels the beat." Feel the beat... "She craves the beat." Crave the beat... "When you sink into Slut Brain, she's there." Sink into Slut Brain... "That slutty dancing queen, just waiting to come out and play." Dancing Queen... "She doesn't care about morals, or justice." Dancing Queen... "She's your slut-self, your real self." Let her out... "She obeys the beat." Obey the beat... "She obeys the ASS!" Obey the ASS...

"Mmm..." Artemis - or rather, Artemis's body - moaned, her helpless thrashing replaced with slow, sensuous rolls of her hips. "Obey the ASS..."

Cyber licked her silicone-stuffed lips and dismounted her captive, before leaning in and licking up the side of the Amazon's neck and along her jaw. "Feel the beat," she sighed, almost reverentially, "the perfect, heavy beat that makes hips pop and sluts drop." Her own body was created with that very beat in mind, painstakingly crafted based on data from dozens of sources, all measuring the sub-existential backing track of reality. She still remembered when she'd first felt it, back when she'd been Adrianna Anderson - it had felt so slutty, so right, as she and her fellow researchers succumbed for the first time. And the more she learned about it, the more often it appeared; a tone that turned the staff of a radio telescope into twerk-crazy sluts, a pitch that only those in the throes of Slut Brain seemed to be able to hear, a rhythm that slammed atoms together like asscheeks in Secretary Isley's experimental clean energy reactors...

...a resonance frequency in the design of a Bana-Mighdall cock-sheath.

Before she knew it, Cyber's hips were moving. A wicked grin stretched across her face as she felt her body begin to gyrate and sway without her direction, caught up in the beat now thrumming through the cosmic tuning fork she'd created and pulsing from Artemis's body. Inaudible, imperceptible to anyone who didn't know it existed, and utterly irresistible. The four cuffs holding her new Dancing Queen to the table exploded one after the other, their atoms broken down and re-fused to create gaudy bracelets and anklets. The ex-Amazon swung herself of the table and into a slut-squat that left her churning balls a hair's breadth from the floor. Cyber gasped happily as she planted her hands on her suddenly-bent knees and began to twerk, the steady WHAP-WHAP-WHAP of her leather-clad cheeks filling the room as the cosmic beat overtook her.

"Daaaaamn, girl," Dancing Queen crowed, rising up slightly so she'd have room to do a little shaking of her own, "you got a big ol' ghetto booty on you!" The redhead bounced her hips thrice in quick succession, each CLAP accompanied by a sudden swell of the junk in her trunk until she was sporting an eye-grabbing, seam-straining ASS of her own. "Hey, honey," she continued, standing up and strutting over to give Cyber's wobbling cheeks an ear-splitting smack, before settling down next to her in the same knees-bent pose, "how about a little bump-" Dancing Queen abruptly hip-checked her cybernetic dance partner, disrupting Cyber's rhythm just enough that, by the time it had settled down, her twerking was now perfectly in synch with the human's own. "-and grind?"

"You sure," Cyber asked, the same teasing, flirty tone creeping into her own voice as she and Dancing Queen fell more and more in synch. "Only, I don't exactly play nice." The woman that had been dragged up from the depths of Artemis's Slut Brain smirked. "Fine by me," she replied, letting out a small gasp of pleasure as Cyber returned her earlier hip-check, "besides, who cares about all that? ASS is where it's at! Bounce those cheeks! Shake that ASS! Obey the ASS!"

"Obey the ASS," the binaric bass slut moaned in reply, as the pair continued to work the floor to a song only they could hear and a smirking audience they couldn't perceive.

Cale Industries Recording End

Project ANTHEMUSA Successful - Ready For Distribution

Artemis of the Bana-Mighdall
STATUS: DORMANT

Dancing Queen
STATUS: ACTIVE