Unit CS-01 stood on the rooftop of Barton labs. The sunlight glinted off her metallic skin. She focused her optical sensors on the massive hole cut into the roof. She opened an audio channel to her partner. “Elizabeth, I have arrived at lab building 14, the site of last night’s unauthorized incursion. My sensors already detect several anomalies.” She began transmitting video of the opening through her optical receptors. “The corners measure approximately 87.3 degrees, too imperfect for mechanical precision. However, the clean nature of the cuts suggest one swing. Highly irregular.”

CS-01 approached the edge of the opening and focused her optical sensors on the floors below. Every story of the building below shared a similar, gaping hole. “The perpetrators appear to have utilized the same method on every floor below, terminating in the secure bunker on sub basement 02,” CS-01 said in a calm, almost monotone voice.

“Running simulations. Contents of the vault are locked behind maximum level security clearance. Possible scenarios for the incursion number eleven million, six hundred twenty three thousand, five hundred and twenty seven. Probability estimate for super hero involvement is roughly one in one hundred and twenty eight, leading to a projection of ninety thousand, eight hundred and nine scenarios that could warrant super hero intervention,” unit CS-01 answered.

“Possible scenarios for two independent means of ingress are . . .”

“Affirmative. But all scenarios suggest at least two separate groups breaking in.”

“Dr. Barton provided clear direction that the cyber soldier unit was to investigate the incident and that the highly sensitive nature of the stolen technology demanded the utmost discretion,”CS-01 stated calmly.

“Affirmative. The company sees fit to utilize our capabilities however they see fit.”

Emily was quiet for a moment. “Sensors are detecting no new data on this rooftop. Should I advance the investigation to the interior?”

CS-01 approached the edge of the opening. A small compartment opened in her wrist revealing a curved, metal hook on a length of carbon fiber cable. The hook shot out, latching onto a steel beam at the edge of the opening. Then she jumped into the hole, slowly repelling down with her grappling hook.

In any case, the effect was striking, at least for Marcy Daniels, who waited for her in the basement. “Oh wow. Wow wow. Emily, I mean CS-01. I haven’t seen you since your procedure. You’re even more beautiful in person,” Marcy stammered as she nervously fiddled with the wooden frame of her glasses.

CS-01turned and whispered, “I do not believe Marcy has seen this unit since my reconstruction. I assume she is merely struck by my cybernetic form.”

CS-01 turned to Marcy. “My wife, Elizabeth, says hello.”

“NO!” Elizabeth practically yelled into CS-01’s audio receptor.

“Right. Of course the investigation,” Marcy said, clearing her throat. “So what do you want to know?”

“That’s right. The system is completely compromised. Someone uploaded a computer virus last night and it’s been totally unresponsive since then. I can’t crack it at all. Whoever programmed this virus must be like a super genius. They’re probably even smarter than Elizabeth.”

CS-01 responded to them both, “Affirmative. I am fully equipped with advanced cyber security counter measures. I will attempt virus removal protocols upon completion of examination of all physical evidence.” With that she turned to study the chamber.

“Em, that’s as much force as a car crash. And look at those gouges. They almost look like claw marks. I’ll run them through my search algorithm.” Elizabeth’s computer flashed through images across a range of databases. Finally it returned just one result. “Ugh, I’m going to have to work on this algorithm. It must be getting off somewhere. The only result it returned was a local news story from Dorchester Massachusetts. It’s about a young woman who claimed to be possessed by a Devil. She says it made her destroy her family’s home. Tabloid junk.” Elizabeth deleted the story off her monitor.

CS-01 responded, “Very well. We will engage in system analysis.” She walked over to the keyboard. Her fingertip split open, revealing a USB 5 jack that she inserted into the control terminal.

The lines of code poured into Emily’s mind. Her synthetic consciousness swept over the words faster than any normal human’s could. They filled every corner of her consciousness. She could see exactly the commands the computer was processing, instantly transforming the code into coherent thought in her mind. The code was forceful and repetitive. It commanded the system to abandon its usual protocol and submit completely to one person’s absolute authority. “It appears all the system hierarchies have been rerouted to recognize only one system administrator,” CS-01 said.

Marcy watched on with awe. “Keep going. Look deeper, line by line. See if you can spot a pattern.”

“Unable to disconnect? Emily something’s wrong. Disengage! Disengage!” Elizabeth said.

“Totally stuck? Emily you haven’t talked like that since the accident. What’s going on?” Elizabeth said.

“This is bad. Whoever did this was ready for us. Hold on Em, I’m going to do a remote reset of your systems,” Elizabeth answered, fingers flying across her keyboard.

Emily was so relieved to hear the command. Her brain had been turning to mush. She could barely remember what she was doing here or supposed to do or supposed to want. But Marcy’s words cut through the fog in her head and gave her a clear purpose. “Yes of course mistress!” She was easily able to isolate the file her mistress was talking about and send it to her wife’s computer. She felt a little tingle between her legs for having obeyed. Obedience felt good.

It came to Elizabeth in a flash. She sat up just enough to unbutton her slacks and kick them off onto her keyboard. A moment later she stripped off her soaked panties and tossed them onto the ground. The important thing was coming! She needed to play with herself until she came. That would help the monitors program her and that was important. So she wasted no time, sticking two fingers into her sopping pussy and thrusting in and out. She could feel every touch making her forget more and more. Elizabeth knew she was getting dumber as she watched and teased. But that wasn’t important. Coming was important. Obeying was important. Elizabeth was vaguely aware of Emily’s voice moaning with pleasure through the comm link. But Elizabeth’s mind was dissolving too fast to worry about that. Her wife was probably just obeying mistress like a good girl.

Some time later, Elizabeth heard a familiar voice in her ear. “Lizzie can you hear me? We’re home. Aren’t you going to greet mistress?” Then the pretty lights cut off. That didn’t bother Lizzie though, she felt like she could still see the lights dancing in the back of her mind, reminding her to be a good, obedient girl for mistress. With the lights off, Lizzie became aware of her surroundings. She realized she was sitting with one leg hooked over each arm of her computer chair and her right hand practically buried in her pussy. At some point she’d unbuttoned her shirt for better access to her stiff nipples. Her pony tail had also come undone, leaving her hair a bird’s nest of dirty blond locks. Leaning down next to her was Emily who looked different. Her normally blue circuitry was glowing neon pink. Even her hair had turned pink. Her jumpsuit-uniform had disappeared and been replaced by a tiny skirt with no panties and the skimpiest bra Lizzie had ever seen. Lizzie thought she looked hawt.

Mistress cupped her chin and brought her gaze up to meet her own. “Oh my pretty little pet. Not so smart now are we? Whether it was in college or even at Barton Labs. Everyone was always fawning over Elizabeth Ward, the super genius. People could hardly spare a glance for little Marcy Daniels. Isn’t that just awful?”

“I’m so glad you understand, because you certainly didn’t before. It was bad enough for you to hog all the awards and the fellowships. But that wasn’t enough for you. You had to have the prettiest girl on campus too. I wanted Emily so badly. But like everyone else, she only had eyes for fucking Elizabeth Ward,” Marcy’s voice took on a near hysterical crack on the last few words. “Well no more.” Marcy released Lizzie’s chin so she could grab Emily around the waist. She pulled her in tight and kissed her passionately. Emily kissed her back. Lizzie watched on in amazement. Emily’s hands moved so fluidly as they traced mistress’s body. She hadn’t moved like that since before she became a cyborg. But as much as she was amazed by Emily’s sensuality, she was more jealous of her. Lizzie wished she could be the one to kiss mistress.

“It was . . . Super hot. I’m glad Emily can please you,” she said. Then she swallowed hard. “Though I wish I could be the one to like kiss you and stuff.” Lizzie blushed.

“Oh yes mistress! Of course. like anything for you.” Lizzie was happy to be punished if that was what her mistress wanted.

“Of course mistress.” Lizzie scrambled to her feat and flung herself over the keyboard, resting her hands on her discarded pants. She arched her back and spread her legs wide to give her mistress a nice view of her wet pussy. Lizzie hoped mistress was about to fuck her with a strap on. She briefly lost herself in the fantasies of getting railed by her mistress. But the sting of the first slap on her ass woke her from her reverie.

“I’m sorry mistress,” Lizzie answered instantly. She didn’t remember what she was apologizing for. But if mistress wanted her to be sorry then she would be.

“I’m a dumb, horny slut,” she said happily. That seemed very obvious to Lizzy, but she would say it if that’s what mistress wanted.

Lizzie’s ass was beginning to get sore. But she didn’t mind. The soreness would just be a badge of how well she had obeyed. “Yess mistress.”

“Yes mistress. We both belong to you.” Lizzie could see Emily masturbating out of the corner of her eye.

Lizzie wasn’t sure if she remembered how to do all those things, besides eating out her mistress of course. “I’ll do my best mistress!” She answered happily. Lizzie felt so glad that her mistress trusted her enough to be her assistant. She looked down at the keyboard in front of her and felt a vague tickle in the back of her mind. She had been supposed to do something with the keyboard and it was important. She tried to remember but couldn’t get any further than that. Oh well, mistress would remind her about it if it was really important. She leaned down to rest her face on the keyboard and arch her ass higher into the air for her mistress. The console made a satisfying clack as she leaned her weight against it. She waited happily for the next smack, but it never came.

“Emmie, you’re not pink anymore?” she said perplexed, hands automatically drifting up to caress her wife’s body.

“Oooh. Those are big words. Is that . . . Um . . . Good?”

Lizzie beamed at the praise. “Oh good. I’m glad I was a good girl. Where’s mistress?”

“You shocked mistress! You’re gonna get in trouble,” she said, eyes wide.

“Uh . . . What?”

Lizzie happily stared into the swirling colors, glad for a command to follow. Her hand instinctively reached between her legs to begin teasing herself into submission once more. But she found the tide of arousal in her mind receding. Before long the urge to obey vanished and Elizabeth felt her mind clearing.

* * *

CS-01 strode confidently into the lab, once again wearing only the mini-skirt and bra. The late morning sun streamed through the windows and shone off her metallic skin.

“Affirmative. While my synthetic mind grants me incredible mental acumen, I do miss the carefree nature of my old self,” the cyborg answered calmly.

“I recognize my impulse towards diminished capacity may be hard to comprehend, but I assure you my mind is made up. Please do it for me.”

CS-01’s normally stoic face melted into a silly grin. She pranced across the room and threw herself into her wife’s lap. She traced one finger slowly across Elizabeth’s stomach, reaching tantalizingly close to her breasts. “I never got to thank you,” she purred.

“For saving me silly,” Emily whispered into Elizabeth’s ear. “I’m just soooo grateful.” She planted a tender kiss on her wife’s neck and kept kissing lower and lower. Her fingers deftly undid the buttons on Elizabeth’s shirt as her lips moved towards her breasts. Her normally cold lips were strangely warm.

“I think it’s called an overclock thingy. I made my systems run all hot for you,” she giggled between kisses.

“Ooh well I might have a couple more sides I’d like to show you mistress,” Emily said, sinking gracefully to her knees. “But first I want to see a little more of you.” She reached up to undo her wife’s pants with one hand. Meanwhile the other hand started gently rubbing over the fabric. Emily’s metal hand began to buzz and vibrate as she stroked.

“I turned off my stabilizerizers in my wrist joint and then did an overload,” she said playfully.

At that moment the light in the room grew unnaturally bright. A woman’s silhouette formed out of the beams of light. Suddenly she was standing in the room with them. She had dark skin and platinum hair. She wore a warm smile and a white dress with golden embroidery. She spoke in a songlike voice. “Greetings. My name is Saphira and I am the guardian of your world. I fear you two have stumbled into a most serious matter. You need to . . . Oh bother! Not again. I always have the worst timing with these things.” She looked around the room, suddenly realizing what she’d interrupted. “I promise time moves differently in my realm. I didn’t mean to intrude. I can perhaps wait for you to finish. I’ve just been so distracted lately.”

Finally Elizabeth found her words. “What? . . Who are you?” She fumbled to close her shirt and pants.

“You did say that. I have an eidetic memory. I meant what are you doing here? What do you want with us?” Elizabeth said, trying to cover herself.