Harry Guakomoli woke up covered in sweat, the sheets of his bed sticking to his flesh. His brain pounded at what felt like a thousand times a second.
"Thank heavens! You are finally awake, my beloved!" a sultry woman's voice exclaimed from wherever The Guak had found himself.
Our hero gave his eyes some time to adjust. Standing before him was The Amazon. Her black leather catsuit was replaced with a tight white nurse's dress. The kind you would find some pin-up girl wearing in a '50s cheesecake calendar. A white paper hat with a red cross sat atop her head, her flaxen locks in a tight bun. A pair of white thigh-high stockings ran up her legs ending mere inches before her short dress began, complimented by a pair of red stiletto heels.
"It was touch-and-go for a while, honey, but the operation was a success," The Amazon said while The Guak's hand in her own. He looked up to stare into those baby blues of hers but his gaze fell short and stopped at the copious amounts of cleavage, the amazonian shit house's massive alabaster breasts threatened to break free of their cloth prison.
"What operation?" asked The Guak as he continued to stare at the bombshell's colossal bosom, which looked much larger than when it did in the cat suit.
"Why, the procedure to make you more machine than man, darling," answered The Amazon. "You have so many roboparts now, my dear.Not only can your teeth rip to shreds any brute that dares try to take your betrothed from you, but now your cybernetic limbs allow you to lift three tons and fun at 80 mph. Both eyes have been replaced with machine parts allowing for telescopic, microscopic, infrared, ultraviolet, and x-ray visions."
Our hero put the woman's statement to the test, using his new x-ray vision to peek through the lady's garments to the goods beneath. He zoomed in and out on her curves. The dame wasn't laying, and this pleased The Guak mightily.
"Do my eyes come with lasers?" The Guak asked.
"Oh, you!" giggled The Amazon. "Perhaps heat vision can be part of the next upgrade. Our father wants you to be happy in your new life."
"Our father?"
She climbed atop The Guak, pressing her body against his. "Doktor Maschinemensch of course. He may be our father, but you will be my 'Daddy.'"
This hot piece of ass started kissing our hero's lips with fire engine red ones of her own. He was a bit turned off by the idea of the two sharing a father but not enough to push her away. In fact, he kissed her back while his hands found their way up and down her dangerous curves. They ended up under her dress, rubbing and massaging her sweet can. The Amazon's bottom seemed softer and plumper than The Guak imagined. But he did not care - he craved this statuesque beauty the moment he laid eyes on her, which amounted to about two hours before he lost consciousness.
The mother of The Guak's future robochildren pulled away. "There will be plenty of time for carnal exploration, Daddy. Father wants to see you now that you are awake."
She handed The Guak a robe and waited for her lover to cover himself up. The Amazon took his hand and led him outside of the room to an expansive hangar. The space was filled with jeeps and motor bikes, a few tanks, a small jet, crates marked with terms such as "explosive" "biohazard" and "top secret," and crazy machines outfitted with wires and motors. The place reeked of gas.
Off to the side was a large tent and from said tent emerged Doktor Maschinemensch, but her was...different. The liver spots were gone, and he walked, nearly strutted, without the aid of his cane. His white hair tied back into a ponytail, his blue eyes positively sparkled. Underneath a pristine white lab coat the doctor sported muscles that yearned to tear apart the tight black t-shirt that hid them from the outside world. His black jeans were just as tight, and the visible bulge The Guak most certainly did not want to see.
"Welcome to the headquarters of the Maschinemensch Militia, General Guakomoli!" exclaimed the doctor, his German accent now completely non-existent. "Do you like the sound of 'General Guakomoli' my son?"
"It certainly has a nice ring to it, Doktor Maschinemensch," our hero answered. "Everything sounds perfect."
"That's because it is. You will be my commander on the field, and off the field you can have your way with Colonel Ingrid. You will be my stud bull. The world's inhabitants will bow down to me and recognize me as their overlord. Starting with you, General."
"Come again?" asked The Guak incredulously, not sure if he heard correctly.
"I demand complete subservience from my underlings. And while you will wield an awesome amount of authority you will still be my servant, General. And I am your master."
This did not sit well with The Guak. The idea of pitying fools and then fucking them was highly appealing, not to mention bedding that bionic betty relentlessly. Our hero thought that sounded fucking amazing. But The Guak bowed down to no man, even ones who promised him the world. And an amazonian shit house.
"I'm waiting, General," said the doctor coldly. "Get on your hands and knees and kiss my feet. Now."
The Guak did not oblige Doktor Maschinemensch. He instead folded his arms and stared into his aspiring master's piercing blue eyes. The doctor reached into the pocket of his lab coat and pulled out a smooth metal dowel with a number of white wires that ran from top to bottom. Maschinemensch pushed in a large red button connected to the rod with his thumb. A sharp pain ripped through out hero's head, and he staggered. Another touch of the button caused more cerebral torment.
"I suspected your obedience might be a challenge to obtain so I took some measures to ensure it. Make it easy on yourself, Mr. Guakomoli. Accept your new role."
More shocks tore through The Guak's brain. The nigh unbearable, but he still managed to stand his ground. He wasn't going to be this asshole's bitch.
"Please, baby, do what he says, and I'll turn every fantasy of yours into reality," The Amazon purred into The Guak's ear, attempting a new approach.
"Even a Tijuana knife fight?" asked our hero.
"Yes, Daddy. Even the El Toro Loco variation."
Doktor Maschinemensch and his voluptuous henchwoman laid it on thick, alternating between the carrot and the stick. The Guak's mind was turning to mush, and all he wanted was for the pain to go away. And get frisky with The Amazon. Our hero finally fell to his knees and prepared to kiss the feet of his new master. The Guak looked up into the doctor's eyes. Deep down in those sapphire blue orbs were The Gates Of Hell. His overlord smiled a cruel smile, and it was then and there that The Guak knew Docktor Klaus Maschinemensch was Lucifer himself and he was at his mercy.
But from seemingly out of nowhere our hero saw a brown blur streak in front of him. The control rod dropped to the floor beside him along with the doctor's severed hand. To his left stood a 5' tall bipedal feline, blood dripping from its right clawed hand. It was obviously a female cats, its furry breasts nearly as large as The Amazon's. What kind of deranged freak show was this crackpot running?
"Motherfucker!" screamed the doctor while he held his stump with his one remaining hand in a futile effort to staunch the blood spraying from his wrist. "I knew that cat was going to be trouble! Eins, Zwei, Achtzehn, Siebenundsiebzig, Hundert! All of my boys! Papa is under attack!"
From behind crates, from inside the vehicles, and from trap doors in the floor, the doctor's dimunitive underlings emerged. They were naked, each one baring large breasts and a massive phallus that went below their knees. The Guak was confused but mostly impressed with how they were able to conceal their anatomy under their coveralls earlier. But then he became fixated on the wee ones' faces: their curly blond hair, their dead blue eyes. It was then that our hero realized why they seemed familiar. And he wanted them all dead.
"There's no time to admire the view, dawg. We gotta vamoose!" Oslo cried from the left. Oslo! The Guak turned his head around to find his friend, but the cat lady was the only feline our hero could see.
"Yoo-hoo, Guak! I'm right here!" yelled the cat lady with Oslo's voice.
The Guak stared and scratched his head.
"There's no time for you to sort this out right now, boss!" exclaimed Girl Oslo. "Come with me if you want to live."
(continued Friday (or maybe Monday...))
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