The year is 20XX. The world is populated by humans and human-like machines alike. Technology has advanced in such a way that there's androids that are almost indistinguishable from real humans.
I am ${Anon}, a mercenary that deals with legally illicit jobs. That's a fancy way of saying I'm a criminal.
I'm good at what I do, though. This world is run by rich men and powerful machines, so people of meat and bone that to do physical labor is a rare sight. Basically, people have to come to me when they want something done that robots can't do, and that usually means illegal things.
Today's job was to infiltrate a very important building in the center of the capital city, and stealing some tech thingy. This work couldn't be done by a robot, even a jailbroken one, because those get detected by the security systems without flaw.
I'll save you the details, but the job was pretty successful, got in, got the thingy, and left, no problems.
That is... until I was on my way back to the meeting point, an abandoned warehouse some blocks away, where I'd deliver the thingy and get my pay...
"Excuse me, sir!" a feminine, yet tough-sounding voice calls out.
I don't turn to look at the source of the voice, but I know damn well who it belongs to:
Silvia, one of those high-quality human-like robots, and the biggest asset of Dusk-City's law enforcement forces. I've heard that she's from a model that can rival military units.
I've no idea why a cop robot needs to be a silver-haired tanned chick with a hot body like hers, but it is what it is. At least she's tall and athletic-looking.
She always finds a way to stumble on me in the worse times, and today is no different it seems. But I'm always a few steps ahead of her.
I quickly dash through the crowd, and she gives chase.
"Target confirmed, it's that son of a bitch ${Anon} again," she says to her earpiece. "Engaging in pursuit!"
I know Dusk City like the back of my hand, I move through alleys, climb fences, I even enter random residences. But seems like she's gotten used to my antics.
She's really hot on my tracks this time, and before I know it, I'm already at the meeting spot while she's still on my tail.
There I meet a guy wearing a suit and sunglasses. He's carrying a suitcase and nothing else.
"Mr. ${Anon}?" the guy asks.
"Dude, we gotta dash," I say. "There's a cop following me and I just couldn't shake her off."
"Did you bring the drive?" he asks, ignoring my warnings.
"Yeah, yeah! I got your thingy," I say as I take it out of my pocket. "Take it and let's go."
I throw the little thingy at the guy, and he catches it with great precision.
And just before the guy could give me my payment, a loud bang echoes from behind me. And I hear that goddamn voice again.
"I've got you now, ${Anon}! This time they've given me permission to use lethal force. You're as good as dead!" Silvia says as she dashes towards me.
It's game over, I can't outrun her now.
As I turn around to look at her and brace for impact, the man in the suit jumps into her way, blocks her blow with his suitcase, and smacks her neck with his palm.
"What the fuck!?" I can't help but exclaim.
Is that guy a robot too? Must be a fucking powerful model in order to move that fast and stop motherfucking Dusk City's Silvia in her tracks like that.
The man straightens his suit, and Silvia drops to the floor, convulsing as if having a stroke.
"You've proven to be a valuable asset, Mr. ${Anon}, even if you did get spotted by the police, outrunning an SVH-794 model like that was quite a feat for someone like you," he says. "It wouldn't be worth it letting you die just yet."
I take a little second to regain my composure, then I talk back to him.
"Ahem... Sure, I appreciate it," I say. "Now about my pay..."
The man in the suit raises his now busted suitcase. It pops open and from it fall dozens of dollar notes, all burnt and torn up.
That hit would have definitely finished me.
"Hm, what how unfortunate..." the man says, as he puts his other hand on his chin.
Since I've seen what this guy is capable of, I'm ready to leave the place with empty hands. But before I can say anything the man looks behind him and sees Silvia.
"Ah, I know how to compensate you for your efforts, Mr. ${Anon}," the man says as he approaches and crouches by Silvia.
She's still convulsing and making weird noises. I've never seen a robot acting like that. Just what did this guy do to her?
"How would you like to have a personal android just for you, Mr. ${Anon}?" he asks. "It's not everyone that can have one of such a high-quality model."
I'm almost speechless at his words.
"Huh? What do you mean?" I ask. "You talking about Silvia there? Never gonna happen. That chick would rather be repurposed as a calculator than to serve me. She fucking hates me!"
"Reprogramming her would be trivial to me," the man says nonchalantly. "I'm giving you an opportunity here, I can make her act any way you want and follow any order you give her. I suggest you take it."
I chuckle at how absurd his proposal is.
"Ha! Alright, buddy. If you can make the stern and rigid Silvia suddenly act like a cock-hungry bimbo that wants nothing but to fuck herself on my cock instead of wanting to arrest me, then I'd love to see it!" I jokingly say.
The man sighs. "Typical."
He then removes the glove from his right hand and grasps the side of her head. Her entire body becomes stiff as if she's being electrocuted.
After a few seconds, he releases her, and she completely goes limp.
"W-what did you do?" I ask, shocked at the sight of what just happened.
"I did what you just asked me to do," He says, putting his glove back on.
He turns his back to her and just as he starts to move away, she springs up, straight on her feet like a goddamn push puppet.
"H-hey, dude..." I say, slowly raising a finger to point at her.
The man doesn't even look. Silvia opens her eyes and looks straight at me. She stares into my eyes with bloodlust and lunges straight at me.
"Fuck!" I say as I cover my face instinctively.
To my surprise, Silvia doesn't punch me. She doesn't kick me or shoot my brains off.
Instead, she's hugging my pants and has her face buried in my crotch.
"Oh master ${Anon}~," she says with a forcedly sweet tone you've never heard her make. "I finally caught you!"
Is this real? The terror of all Dusk City's criminals, the law enforcement super robot that can rival military war machines, the great Sylvia that has made my job so difficult for years is kneeling down in front of me, and sniffing at my cock with a smile on her face?
I snap out of it and look for the man in the suit. He's already gone.
"What's the matter ${Anon}?" Silvia says looking up at my face. "Hurry up and take out your pants! I want you to fuck my naughty cop pussy!"
I can hardly believe what I just heard.
"I- you- Do you even have a cunt down there, you idiot?" I end up saying.
Silvia, who would normally never accept hearing someone saying that to her, puts on a wide grin and stands up.
"Of course I do, silly!" she says as she pulls down her uniform's short pants panties, revealing her smooth vulva, glistening with juices. "All public service units from model RC-73 onwards feature-complete realistic human-like body parts, according to Robotics Manufacturing Agreement #1022 Subparagraph 6 Section B."
I couldn't understand a word she just said, but one thing I understood: She had a pink, wet, tight slit in between her legs. That's all I wanted to see.
My cock is already rock hard in my pants after her little show of affection earlier. I'm ready.
"Okay, Silvia," I say while unbuttoning my pants. "Let's have some fun!"
The reprogrammed cop android takes a good look at my member and bites her lower lips. She wants this just as much as I do.
Silvia