Catwoman: An Erotic Fembot Novella

Catwoman: An Erotic Fembot Novella

CHAPTER ONE: SUPERHERO

The air was thick with drizzling rain; rivulets of water streaked off of the edges of Selina's reinforced carbon fiber cowl, splashing at her feet.

Her matte black mask, anti-reflective and subtly shaped like a cat's ears, was only interrupted with two small cutouts from which her hazel irises glimmered brilliantly. Those irises, which could fully change color in less than 50 microseconds, watched the clouds overhead light up as the bat signal turned on, illuminating the cloud-soaked Gotham sky.

She chuckled to herself and activated her ‘Comms-Link’ communications channel, "Looks like it's going to be a busy night."

A weathered voice on the other end responded. "Looks that way. I guess it's a good thing we upgraded your batteries when we did."

"Yeah. Just next time Bruce...let a girl know if her upgrade is going to add five pounds to her chassis. Creating all those software patches to correct my balance settings wasn't easy, you know!"

Bruce chuckled, "Understood, Selina..." He paused, shuffling around on his end of the connection. "...Look, I just want to say that I'm proud of you. That signal up there was first turned on 33 years ago and there's never been a time in which its call hasn't been answered."

He exhaled, "The Batman may not be the one answering the call these days, yet it is answered just the same. We are answering it. You are answering it, Selina."

She redirected her gaze from the bat signal down to the slick asphalt beneath her black thigh-high combat boots, water streaming underfoot.

"Oh Bruce. You're going to make a girl blush."

"Give them hell Catwoman. I'll be right here with you watching what you see, listening to what you hear." The Comms-Link shut off and Selina immediately got to work.

—

Tucked away in the dark of the Batcave, Bruce watched Selina’s system readouts as she went about her night cleaning up the streets of Gotham. Spread across several large monitors, Bruce had Selina’s camera feed, audio interpolator, Heads Up Display (HUD), and Main CPU command line all feeding him real-time data streams.

He had started work on her nearly three years prior, but had only let her out into the wild six months ago. Even over that short period of time, he had seen her abilities grow measurably and her personality core evolve, really beginning to come into its own.

He groaned audibly as he pushed back in his chair, his back seizing up painfully, as he watched Selina deftly handle two thugs who were trying to drag a woman into an alley.

His body was not what it used to be; the last three years of his time as the Batman before Selina’s introduction had been excruciatingly painful. Now, with her in place as Gotham’s ‘cloaked vigilante’, Bruce had only just begun to heal from a lifetime of hand-to-hand combat.

His thoughts began to wander to a time when he had fought side by side with a different Catwoman, but they were interrupted as he saw Selina’s radio scanners lock on to her next targeted mission for the night. It looked dangerous.

—

Tuners embedded within Selina’s carbon-composite ears activated and began scanning through the litany of Gotham Police Department (GPD) radio broadcasts.

Locking onto an urgent call from a high-end jewelry store, Selina kicked in the clutch of her motorcycle and took off. She had a detailed map of Gotham imprinted within her memory banks, and with just a cursory analysis of the store’s surrounding area, she was able to generate a series of approach vectors.

She handled the heavily modified racing bike with precision, the dual-usage of her LIDAR sensors and traditional optics working in unison to constantly analyze the path in front of her. Her Main Processing Array then took this data and issued discretized digital instructions to the many servo motors installed throughout her lithe chassis. The servo motors fired with precision, allowing near flawless operation of the motorcycle.

She leaned hard into her turns and floored the accelerator coming out of each one; her multitude of Balance and Spatial Awareness subsystems were in complete control of the bike’s movements as she weaved in and out of the sleepy Gotham traffic. Her shoulder-length brunette hair spilled out from beneath her cat cowl, flowing freely in the wind.

Throughout the ride, Selina had to actively tamp down her Arousal Subroutines as the front curve of the cycle’s seat happened to push up through the smooth black crotch of her skintight catsuit making firm contact with her sensor-dense plastic clit. She couldn’t help but to continuously grind her mound against the seat as each vibration of the road sent a flurry of activity through her Sexual Suite of software.

Covering the ground to the jewelry store in less than five minutes, Selina did a quick drive-by on the opposite street out front to get an assessment of the situation. She cataloged at least three men posted up on the inside of the store firing shots out at a single GPD car parked outside.

Two officers were seeking cover behind the vehicle, occasionally returning fire whenever the bombardment upon them slowed. Her ocular sensors flagged a potential two additional men further back in the store, but her systems failed to confirm this for certain and left it as an unknown variable in her ever evolving action plan.

She drove a block further and then cut back into an alley that dead-ended two shops down from the jewelry store. The first shop was a deli that was closed for the night.

“Easy enough.” Selina thought to herself. She parked the bike against the alley wall and walked up to the bodega’s alley-access door. Reaching to her utility belt, she pulled out a lockpicking set which she quickly put to use in successfully cracking the door open.

Moving inside and quietly pulling the door closed behind her, Selina carefully stepped through the back-kitchen area and found an access door attached to the next store over. She checked the handle and found it surprisingly unlocked. “Easy enough.” She repeated to herself, in the same neutral tone as before.

Now finding herself in a small storage room for what she presumed was some kind of second-hand electronics store, Selina's ultra-sensitive audial sensors detected a suspected single individual directly in the room ahead of her. However, it was hard for her systems to make a determination with certainty as her audial sensors had to try to make out muffled footsteps separate from the renewed sound of gunshots emanating from the jewelry store next door.

She stealthily slid out from her position and surveyed the shared wall directly ahead. A visual and LIDAR inspection didn't reveal any means of direct through-access, but that didn't deter Selina. Switching to her Thermal Imaging Suite, she looked up towards the ceiling and identified a portion carrying utility piping between the two stores. She calculated the diameter of the dead-space where she would pass through to be just large enough for her nimble chassis to squeeze into. She marked the area on her 3-Dimensional spatial imprint of the room and flipped back over to her standard set of optics, expertly camouflaged within her lifelike eyes.

She reached towards her utility belt for her magnetized grappling hook but was interrupted just as she pulled it out of its holster.

"Stop right there. I swear if you're here to rob me too I'll put a bullet right….right between your eyes."

Selina turned to see a stocky man, likely in his mid-50's, standing in the doorway to the front of the shop, a gun pointed directly at her. She cursed her systems for not picking up on his silent entrance. Knowing that the quick switching between her different imaging systems most likely knocked her 360 degree motion sensing capabilities down several pegs in computational priority. She made an internal log to rectify the minor hiccup with a software hotfix later on.

She knew that her armored skull-plate could withstand several rounds of small arms fire, but not wanting to further complicate the mission she relented, putting her hands up in the air. "I'm not here to rob you. I'm here to stop them." She emphasized the last word with a gesture towards the sounds of gunshots next door.

She took a small step towards the man and readied a large amount of fast-acting, synthetic pheromones in a small pressurized chamber at the base of her plastic throat. Taking another step forward, she opened her mouth to speak again and released the fragrant aphrodisiac, "I stop bad men like them. I just needed to come through here to catch them by surprise."

She cracked a flirty laugh and played with her cowl’s cat ears, "That's kind of…my thing.”

Selina ran a thermal analysis on the man and could already detect slight swells of temperature sprouting up in different areas of his body. She took another step towards him, now just a few feet away, and smiled provocatively, "Do you know who I am?"

"You're uhh…You're that that Cat Lady that's always beatin' people up and breakin' in places!"

Taking one last step closer to the man, Selina put a finger to his lips, "Shhhh. I only beat up the people that deserve it..." She leaned in, exhaling into his ear, "...and I only break in places to steal from those same people. The people that deserve it. Right?”

Lowering the gun the man stammered out, "Wow. Well okay. Say...Cat Lady...anyone ever tell 'ya that you're way prettier in person than all the reports and stories make 'ya out to be?"

Selina put both hands to her generous hips and stuck her chest out, "All the time."

She then leaned in for a quick kiss with the man while simultaneously guiding his free hand onto her sporty, and well-proportioned, backside. She let him explore her goods for several seconds before stepping backwards. "Now, I'm going to stop them. I need you to keep quiet and to stay out of the way okay? A hostage like yourself would only complicate this further for me."

"Yeah! No problem...errr Cat Lady. Is there any way I can help?

"You can help me the most by replacing this ceiling tile once I'm gone." She pointed up to the area of the ceiling which housed her entrance point to the jewelry store.

"Okay!"

She fired her magnetic grappling gun at the spot, which thankfully just knocked the ceiling tile out of the way, and once a stable anchor-point was confirmed, she activated the grappling gun’s built-in motor which rapidly pulled her upwards.

Now above the ceiling, Selina detached her grappling gun, and supporting herself from the utility piping, she climbed forwards until her LIDAR systems confirmed that she was directly above what she determined to be the jewelry store's back office.

Bruce chimed in over the Comms-Link, "That was very creative Selina. I'm impressed with how you handled that shop owner back there. Let me know if I can give you any more information; right now it looks like there's still only one set of cops out there, but at least four more are inbound. GPD-Net is saying they'll be there in less than five minutes, so those robbers will be looking for an escape in a hurry."

"Understood Bruce, I'll act fast." She blushed, "Thanks for the compliment by the way. I just wish that you couldn't see my Arousal Subroutine’s reaction to my little interaction back there..."

Bruce chuckled, "It's not a problem. But...if you'd like I can make sure to personally look at your Arousal Subroutines later and make sure that they're operating just as designed?"

Selina's tight plastic pussy moistened at the thought. "I'm sure you just saw that little reaction as well? Sounds perfect, I can't wait."

"Good luck little cat."

"As if I need it."

Confirming the presence of a man just beneath her with the aid of her Thermal Imaging Suite, Selina dropped from the utility piping and kicked down straight through the foam ceiling tile which separated them. She blasted through it with an explosion of white dust before colliding the heel of her shiny, black combat boot with the skull of the man below. He went down in an unconscious heap with Selina gracefully perched on top.

It wasn't exactly the most subtle of approaches, but the seemingly never-ending rain of gun fire out front disguised the noise rather well.

Selina removed the two automatic pistols holstered at the man's hip, removed their magazines, emptied their bullets onto the floor, and broke them each in half with her strong motorized hands.

Her action plan, imprinted in her Memory & Operation Register, updated that one man of a definite three, and potential five, was now incapacitated.

Keeping low to the ground, her generous backside causing her snug neoprene catsuit to stretch, Selina slid stealthily across an exposed hallway and into another, larger back room. This one was filled with small lockers that were currently being emptied of their goods by two masked men. She reached for her dual tipped incapaci-TASER, but in a bout of bad timing, was spotted upon removing it from her utility belt.

Both men immediately pointed their guns at her and began firing.

Selina hastily dove beneath a nearby metal desk which furiously sparked as the frenzy of bullets ricocheted off its surface.

"Someone's back here with us! One of you guys get over here! We've got the sonofabitch pinned down!"

Selina's processors went into overdrive formulating her next steps just as the barrage of small arms fire momentarily subsided. Her audial suite picked up on the telltale sounds of guns reloading which triggered her to spring into action.

Laying against the floor, she pushed out head first and used her advanced targeting system to simultaneously lock onto both targets. She pulled the trigger and watched as one electrically charged tip shot out from the taser making direct contact, while the other deflected off of its mark.

The man who was hit crumpled to the ground as 50,000 volts coursed through his body.

The luckier of the two men ducked behind a low wall where Selina heard him complete his reload. She returned to her own cover just in time for another stream of bullets to fly her direction. She calculated that her time behind this specific piece of cover was limited, so she pulled out one of two small concussive smoke grenades from a secured pouch attached to her utility belt.

She primed the grenade and tossed it directly at the man. 1.5 seconds later it erupted with a blinding concussive flash before proceeding to fill the room with a coarse white smoke. Selina engaged her Thermal Imaging Suite, and combat rolled at an adjacent angle to the man, sneakily flanking his position. Staying low to the ground, Selina snuck up on the armed man from behind as he called out to his remaining counterparts, "I need you back here now! They used some kind of smoke grenade or something, I can't see a th...."

The man's plea for help was cut short as Selina, with a hand clamped tight over his mouth, caved in his knee with a motor-assisted inward kick of her heavy combat boots. She slipped a small injection of sedative into the back of his neck, and to prevent further noise, let him gently down to the ground.

Selina's Memory & Operation Register now logged three men incapacitated with an unknown number still remaining up front.

"Guys! Where are you?! I can't see anything back here."

One of the men from the front of the store had finally made his way back. Using the smoke as her cover, Selina crouched and charged the man from an angle.

"Jay, Tallon, Sascha - If I don't hear something from y'all I'ma start firing."

Selina was about 10 feet hard to the man's left when she accidentally stepped on a small piece of loose glass that had come free from her grenade's concussive force. Her processors were so focused on the armed man that a cursory warning from her Spatial Analysis Subsystem regarding the glass hadn't been processed quickly enough. She cursed herself for a sloppy usage of her vast processing capacity. Again, she made a note to correct this later on that night with a software hotfix.

The man turned faster than her systems anticipated and began firing his automatic rifle. Selina dove out of the way, but not before several rounds found their mark. Two bullets buried themselves in her left shoulder and another two impacted just beneath her left breast. Flexible kevlar mesh, embedded just beneath her soft synth-skin and haptic sensory-weaves, kept the bullets from damaging her internals, but a quick system analysis confirmed her shoulder's range of motion was significantly hampered.

Several alerts flashed across Selina's HUD as her damaged sensors delivered errant data streams.

"Rico! I hit them, I hit them! I think it's that vigilante cat bitch! Get that railgun ready. We need to finish her off now!”

Selina reached for her incapaciTASER but found it blown to bits. Automatic rifle fire continued to rain down all around her as her sophisticated processing arrays updated the incapaciTASER variable within her vast algorithmic repertoire of combat-oriented subroutines.

Switching over fully to her LIDAR array, and using the full breadth of her processing capacity, she quickly built a three dimensional map of the jewelry store which she loaded into her Memory & Operation Register. She spotted a hanging cable near her armed attacker and directed extra power through each of her leg's servo motors in preparation of her next move.

She pushed off the ground, and picking up speed, leapt into a wall run rounding the corner towards her assailant. He adjusted his aim and the wall beneath Selina's boots exploded as bullets ripped it apart. However, Selina was too quick, and untouched, she finished her wall run off with a superhuman leap.

The man yelled out, "Rico get over he...." right as Selina's fist cracked his jawbone in half. He folded over onto the ground, writhing in pain, muttering incoherently.

Crouching down, Selina ran an ocular scan on the front of the store and found the final man looking her way. However, her system's focus quickly shifted to the large shoulder-mounted weapon he had pointed directly at her.

Its barrel erupted in a turbulent explosion of fabulous blue energy. Selina's systems had no time to react as a hypersonic magnetized slug whizzed right by her face impacting the wall just behind her.

The blast violently flipped her into the air end-over-end, her chassis awkwardly slamming into the far wall with a mechanized whine of servo motors. A deluge of errors flashed across her HUD so fast it caused her Main CPU to stutter.

Attempting to push herself up, Selina found her Motor Management Subsystem completely unresponsive. Troubleshooting the situation, she tried to restart the subsystem but the process errored out over and over again. She laid there motionless for several seconds, save for some occasional erratic twitches brought on from errant servo motor activation requests. She could hear Bruce shouting through her Comms-Link but she struggled to transform the audio into anything discernible that her systems could interpret.

Her acoustic sensors were still operating though and they picked up on the sound of footsteps approaching. The sounds grew closer, yet all Selina could do was just lay there, completely immobile.

Her eyes tracked the man's face as he leaned over, leering down at her.

"Well well. What do we have here? If it isn't the cat woman who's got all of Gotham scared shitless...and she's..." He squatted down and reached a hand curiously towards her shoulder, "...and she's a robot!?" He laughed maniacally and tore a loose wire free. Selina's eyes blinked rapidly in and out of sync with each other as her Power Management subsystem worked to reroute power away from the affected area.

"Hahahahaha! A robot!? You've got to be fucking kidding me. Oh man, Freeze is going to love this. He’s got that whole thing with Nora going on; he lives for this kind of shit!"

Selina detected the man's gaze drift downwards to her chest. Her camera eyes nearly bottomed themselves out, straining to look down at what so thoroughly had his attention. Immediately, she saw that her silhouette-hugging neoprene catsuit had split open, where she had been shot, exposing nearly the entirety of her left breast. With this information, bits of errant sensory data were quickly pieced together and her nipple instinctively stiffened as the cool night air passed over.

"Wow. They sure made you pretty, that much is for sure. It's a real shame that this will be the last time I get to see you in one piece."

The man pulled at his shoulder strap and brought the railgun into his hands. "I think the lowest setting should melt down that metal head of yours pretty good without sending me flying across the room like you just did." he laughed out dementedly.

Selina's eyes watched the man's fingers adjust a dial right above the trigger, during which she noticed the word ‘FRIES’ stamped along the weapon's barrel.

The man raised the weapon and pointed it at her head. "Any last words Cat Bot?"

Selina strained to force her mouth open, but found herself unable to generate any audio.

CRACK!

The sound of a gunshot rang through the room. Selina's assailant stumbled forward and grabbed at his own shoulder; he had been hit.

"Get down on the ground!"

Selina's acoustic sensors registered the words of a GPD officer and she breathed out a simulated sigh of relief.

CRACK!

The man stumbled again. It looked as though he had been hit in the back. "Fuck you, you fucking corrupt pigs!" He turned the railgun and fired it back towards the police officers. Selina watched as their bodies were tossed in the air from the weapon’s violent explosion.

The man, laboring for breath, coughed and staggered out towards the jewelry store's side access door.

Calculating that she had limited time until more police made their way into the store and found her like this, Selina initiated an emergency restart.

Her eyes immediately became dull and glazed over; she lay completely unmoving for several seconds as all of her systems were shut down, before a metered burst of voltage brought everything back online. Instantaneously, the thousands upon thousands of programmed subroutines, that allowed her to operate on such a strikingly lifelike level, were loaded into operation in specified order.

Her eyes fluttered open and a subtle musical chime sounded from her chest, “Emergency restart complete. This unit will now activate.”

She sat up, bending forward at the waist, and analyzed her surroundings. The room around her was now burning and the fire suppression sprinklers had activated, raining water down onto her nubile body.

There was no more gunfire or railgun blasts, but Selina could hear dozens of voices yelling from outside. She had to get out of here and fast.

Suddenly, her Comms-Link activated, "Selina! Selina! What happened? You were inactive for several seconds there. What is going on?

She stood up, brushing dust off of her, "Yes. Had to do an emergency restart after that...blast took nearly all my systems offline. Bruce, what was that thing?”

"I don't know Selina, looks to be a railgun of some kind. He used it twice more out front before escaping. Whatever that thing is, it's absurdly dangerous. He turned those two GPD cars out front to slag. It's chaos out there now."

"He escaped?"

"Yes. It sounds like he shook the police too. I don't have a track on him either. But, I think I know how we find out who's supplying those weapons."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah, I saw your ocular sensors catalog the 'FRIES' stamp on the barrel. A little on the nose, but that's certainly the work of Victor Fries, or Mr. Freeze as he prefers, an old...friend of mine. He's been in Arkham for over 20 years now, but his weapons enterprises are strong as ever.

There's a fundraiser coming up next week that I think we can make work in our favor. It typically attracts some of Gotham’s more unsavory types.

"I understand Bruce." Selina paused, "I need to get out of here. I'm damaged and the police are coming. Can you route me back to the cave via all the side streets?" Selina looked down at her naked breast. "I'm a little bit exposed at the moment."

"Already working on it, Selina. You just get out of there and make it back here in one piece? Glancing at your error log I don't think it's anything that I can't fully fix tonight."

"Okay Bruce."

"Okay little cat."

Selina grappled back through the ceiling and crawled her way back into the electronics store. She was just about to exit through to the deli when a familiar voice called out. "Hey! You okay, cat lady?"

Selina turned towards the stocky man from earlier, reflexively covering her damaged shoulder with her opposite hand; nobody was supposed to know about her robotic nature, "I'm alright but I need to leave now. Please don't tell anyone you saw me. It’ll be our secret?”

Selina noticed the man's eyes wandering down to her uncovered bosom.

He stammered, "I....uhhh....errr...get home safe?"

Selina flashed the man a sly grin before pirouetting around and exiting through the door.

As she mounted her motorcycle, in the still deserted alley, Bruce's route home loaded up into her HUD. She took off and quickly found the sensory data from her bare nipple too much to manage in her current state.

She shut off her Arousal Subroutines completely, her digitized thoughts drifting as she meticulously planned when and how she would reactivate them later that night during her repair session with Bruce.

She squirmed against the motorcyle's seat and sped off into the dark Gotham night illuminated only via the bat signal hanging high above in the dark cloudy sky.

CHAPTER TWO: SENSUOUS

Selina's internal chronograph indexed from 04:59:59 to 05:00:00 AM and instantly her systems transitioned out of Sleep Mode. Thousands of pre-sorted & discretized software packages were loaded into her memory cache and activated with a specific pattern to bring her various systems fully online both quickly and reliably.

Upon running a full chassis sensor-hardware status check, Selina flagged abnormally high readouts from the assemblage of temperature and moisture sensors embedded within her tight artificial sex. Curious, she reached a hand down and slipped a finger inside the soft pink folds of her precision-engineered pussy. She confirmed all the sensory readouts as accurate, finding her puffy synthetic labia slick and hot with her own meticulously formulated lubricant.

Removing her hand from down below, Selina opened her Data-Log and filtered out all background processes associated with keeping her systems running nominally while she was in Sleep Mode. Immediately, she located a Coital Matrix Simulation Program that had self-terminated at exactly 05:00:00 AM.

Her Logic & Reasoning (L&R) CPU Core wondered if any residual data packets from the previous night's marathon session of repairs and coitus were the culprit.

Deciding to further investigate the situation, Selina activated the Simulation Program and instantly began squirming in place. The program accurately simulated Bruce's hard cock repeatedly burying itself deep into her shuddering flexible snatch. Simultaneously, the densely packed sensory array of her pliable artificial clitoris lit up with a frenzy of activity as did the tactile pressure detectors embedded within her buxom mammary.

Selina let out a quiet moan as she felt the twin-compact heated lubrication pumps, nestled just inches behind her plasti-sculpted navel, turn on in synchronization and begin streaming her hot, glossy juices down the length of her velvet smooth elastic-polymer vaginal walls.

Selina let herself enjoy the flurry of sensuous positive-feedback subroutines pulsing through her circuits for another 20 seconds or so before deciding to end the simulation. She exited the program breathless and with a few rivulets of lubricant running out of her glistening sex and down the round inner swells of her shapely ass cheeks.

With the program deactivated, she instinctively reached towards the outside of her left thigh and removed a thin black cable from her charging port. Her hazel eyes blinked three times in quick succession, and she gently tossed the cable aside before flipping over and engaging in place the skin-toned covering that elegantly disguised the charging port.

She sat up in bed, her sporty breasts bouncing momentarily, and attempted to get on with her day's pre-programmed activities. However, a large subset of Arousal Subroutines still remained active, and after a few unsuccessful attempts to turn them off, she decided to take advantage of the situation and surprise Bruce. She turned over in the sprawling Alaskan bed to face him for the first time that morning. Her ocular systems found him on his back with his mouth agape; simultaneously the acoustic microphone array delicately installed inside her proto-polymer ears detected light snoring. Combining the input from both her visual and audio sensory arrays, Selina's L&R CPU Core came to the conclusion that Bruce was still fast asleep.

Quickly formulating a sexy wakeup plan for Bruce, Selina showed off her gymnast-like flexibility by reaching over to her nightstand and picking up one of her spare sets of cat ears. After requesting her to wear her carbon fiber cowl while he fucked her numerous times before, Selina’s systems were sure that Bruce would appreciate, and be further turned on by, her wearing of the cute little feline accessory.

Selina knew from previous experiences that Bruce enjoyed being woken up with her sexual advances, however more often than not she found that he would actually wake up prior to her programmed wake-up time of 5:00 AM and initiate everything himself. While her systems found this pattern of behavior exceptionally gratifying in regards to her own operation and perceived sense of allure, it often did pose a challenge for her various sub-processor arrays.

Transitioning directly from Sleep Mode into Sex Mode was incredibly computationally intensive and interrupted the ballet of software activations that she normally relied upon to smoothly pivot into her fully active state. The typical result, which Selina sensed Bruce was a surprisingly big fan of, was 30-60 seconds of glitchy and choppy behavior from her systems at large. Each time though, her powerful Main CPU would inevitably churn through the computational backload and restore her operational status back to its flawless baseline.

Selina found it incredibly sexy that Bruce was so turned on with the minor operational faults in her behavior during those 30-60 second periods of glitchy operation that she again felt a hot trickle of lubricant sneak into her snug little pussy.

She focused on a specific recorded memory, during which a minor startup glitch of hers had bordered on becoming a full-system malfunction when Bruce had brought his mouth down to her hairless crotch and playfully tongued at her swollen plastic clit. The amount of raw coital data generated nearly fried every circuit in her Sexual Suite as it repeatedly triggered her orgasm sequence over and over and over and over and over again. It left her circuits so scrambled that eventually her L&R CPU Core forced a hard restart on her systems to rectify the situation.

Selina looked down at her lifelike yet extraordinarily perky breasts and briefly toyed with her stiffened pink nipples. Another electrical shudder ran down the length of her artificial spine as more positive feedback routines roared through her delicate circuitry. She queried the current level of her Arousal Subroutines and found them currently running at 74.99% of their maximum specification. She grinned, knowing that her software was designed such that her arousal levels wouldn't exceed 75.00% without direct contact with Bruce or explicit direction given from him telling her otherwise.

She reached an eager hand under the sheets and quickly slipped two fingers into her pussy, coating them with ample lubricant. Then she gently reached towards Bruce's cock, cooing excitedly as her nimble fingers wrapped themselves around his familiar member.

With her arousal levels still exceptionally high, and ever confident in the prowess of her system's sexual capabilities, Selina's L&R CPU Core determined that she would take an opportunity to try something new this morning; she didn't want Bruce to wake up to her grinding her luxurious gel-pack ass cheeks up against his crotch, nor did she want him to wake up to her giving him a handjob, or sucking on his cock.

No, Selina decided she wanted Bruce to wake up to her straight-up fucking him to the very best of her programmed capabilities.

She began softly massaging Bruce. With skillful hands, she worked her hot lubricant up and down his length. He quickly stiffened in her grasp and Selina began working him up and down with more and more pressure. She could sense the rhythmic pulse of his veins pumping and she heard him let out a small groan of pleasure. Never stopping the pneumatic movements of her wrist sliding over his manhood, she verified that he was still asleep, at which she let out a simulated sigh of relief. She really wanted this to work.

Measuring his shaft's full length every few seconds with the advanced haptic sensor pack installed in each of her fingertips, Selina determined, from her vast data-pool of previous experiences with Bruce, that his erection had reached a fullness where she could now easily engage him in sexual intercourse.

Flipping onto her knees, Selina shimmied over to Bruce and carefully tugged the sheets down around his ankles. She proceeded to lift a long, slender leg over his torso before straddling him outright. From her cowgirl-esque position she used the powerful servo motors in her shapely thighs, embedded where a human's quadricep would be, to push herself up and over his stiff erection.

She performed one more readiness check on her own sex, and confirming it was still fully primed and ready, she pushed herself steadily down onto Bruce's hard cock. Immediately, her arousal levels jumped past 80% as her systems processed the flurry of sensations brought forth from his engorged manhood slipping inside her glistening pink folds.

Having to deliberately deactivate the speaker array at the base of her plastic esophagus to prevent herself from making too much noise, Selina hypnotically worked her hot, slick pussy up and down Bruce's full length. With each pump of her legs her arousal levels ticked up and she could equally sense Bruce growing harder and harder. Biting down on her plump ruby lip in faux pleasure, Selina greedily grabbed at a breast and squeezed it hard. The sensation rolled through her mechanized body as a slight electrical pulse which triggered the multitude of small servo motors installed within her spine to contract.

She opened her mouth to let out a sultry moan as her arousal levels crossed the 90% threshold but no sound came out. Proud of her systems, Selina again analyzed Bruce and concluded that he was still asleep. So, she steadily continued working her tight slick cunt up and down his throbbing erection. She savored each microsend of the interaction; the mechanized elastomer walls of her synthetic vagina tightening and loosening in perfect synchronization with each thrust downwards and pull upwards.

Her lubricant pumps were running constantly. Selina could hear and feel her hot fragrant lube squirting out from her pussy each time Bruce's stiff cock filled her tight little plastic sex. She began bouncing up and down as her arousal levels ticked past 95%, continuing to expertly optimize her movements to ensure each of Bruce's thrusts inside of her were smooth and effortless. Her soft brunette main, cascading out the back of her black cat cowl, bobbed up and down with a slight lag to the rest of her body’s actions.

Selina masterfully rolled her hips against Bruce's rigid phallus, continuously optimizing the angle of his penetration. Her breasts bounced buoyantly as the rest of her chassis bucked wildly above him. She occasionally cupped each one, relishing the feeling of their soft weight in her own hands.

Selina continued silently fucking Bruce for several minutes, and each time his pulsing member glided inside of her it felt better than the last. She felt increasingly proud of her performance, knowing she was built for primarily two purposes: fighting crime in Gotham and fucking Bruce's brains out. She knew her crime-fighting skills were completely unmatched, yet still she considered this moment right now as one of her all-time peak performances.

Just as her arousal levels topped 98%, the delicate sensory array of Selina's torrid sex detected the first stages of Bruce's coming orgasm. Immediately in response, her own orgasm subroutines were queued up and initiated. She instantly tightened her vagina's elastomer walls to their maximum setting and increased the intensity with which she worked the ever-sensitive head of his cock between her slippery, wet folds. Lubricant began seeping out around the edges of her swollen, glossy lips as she tipped her head backwards in simulated pleasure.

She felt Bruce building to his climax inside her velvet soft orifice and her advanced software expertly ratcheted up her own orgasm subroutines to match his pace. She bucked wildly, her boobs jiggling fervently, as she pistoned up and down his ramrod manhood. Just as she calculated his orgasm to start in earnest, Selina placed her hands down on Bruce's broad shoulders and reactivated her speaker array. She cried out in digital ecstasy as she came in perfect unison with Bruce, the audial fringes of her moans laced in computerized artifice.

She watched Bruce finally wake up beneath her, in the throes of his own overwhelming climax. He flashed her the briefest of knowing grins before grabbing onto her generous hips and pulling her forcefully tight against himself as he filled her with his hot cum.

Detecting this, Selina's systems erupted in programmed euphoria. Her pussy squeezed at Bruce's member for every drop of liquid as one last deluge of hot lubricant trickled out from her tight plastic sex.

She collapsed onto Bruce's chest, pneumatically working her mechanized cunt around his full girth for several more seconds, as her systems bathed in the simulated afterglow of their synchronized climax.

A hard spank on her sporty rear end made her head shoot up with a frisky smirk.

Bruce smiled, "Well, that sure was something little cat." He stretched and yawned, "We were up late too. Looks like those repairs did the trick! You've got me wondering what other ‘tricks’ you have hidden up your sleeve."

Selina beamed back enthusiastically, before leaning in for a long, wet, sensuous kiss. "Well, I guess you'll just have to wait and find out for yourself." She winked at him, “You didn’t have to design me to be SO irresistible you know?”

“Well that’s the way she was…you know nevermind.” Bruce’s stomach growled loudly, allowing him to easily change the subject, “I’m hungry.”

Selina paused briefly, as she moved on from Bruce’s unfinished thought to focus on his declarative statement. She playfully bit down on his lower lip, "I'll go make you breakfast then. Maybe...in a few minutes you can come join me?"

Bruce reached for the back of her head, running his fingers through her silky auburn hair, and again pulled her lips against his own; he pushed his tongue deep into her mouth and found her soft tongue confidently pushing back. He savored the feeling for a long moment before finally gently pushing her away, "I'd like nothing more."

Selina smirked back, "Okay, can't wait to see you in there."

She pushed up off the bed and sashayed out of the room, still fully nude. Her facial actuators pulled themselves into an amused expression-template as she knew damn well that Bruce was intently watching her ample backside with each calculated step she took out the door.

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