The following is a work of fiction for adult entertainment. The author here by declares it a work of public domain. Rook.

ZAFTIG IN “DOCTOR DIABOLICAL AND HER ROBOTS OF DOOM”

Chastity Bon-Bon pulled at the elaborate wound blue ribbon holding her fine long blonde hair into a stiff pony tail left of her head, until it matched the equally carefully wound red ribbon pony tail on the right of her head. The hair ribbons were always the hardest part to get ‘just so’ of her super heroine Zaftig costume, but Chastity liked the way the tight braiding made her hair stand out to the sides of her head, and the way the long trailing ribbons floated around her. It made her giggle.

With her hair finally just right, Chastity turned her attention to the rest of her Zaftig outfit that beamed at her in the bedrooms ceiling to floor pink trimmed mirror. There were her white tinny vinyl gloves with their wide flaring gold trimmed cuffs that shot out at her tinny wrists. There was her red vinyl one piece dress with the wide white lapels with the gold stars and the white trim with gold stars on its short hem. There was the wide white vinyl belt with the large gold sparkly “Z” buckle that she kept cinched tight on her narrow waist. There were her white knee high vinyl cowboy boots with the red heels and soles, with their gold stars and shimmering tassels. And there was her shiny red eye mask trimmed in white, that was cut wide to show her wide crystal blue eyes. Chastity giggled at her beautiful costume and spun around in front of the mirror, flashing her tinny vinyl white micro-panties with their own gold star. Perfect!

Chastity reached over to her make-up table with its own large mirror and picked up the, ‘Rod of Chastisement’, from which she derived her super heroine powers. And holding the large heavy rod in both hands before her she closed her eyes and concentrated. There was a nice warming sensation coursing through her body and then a tingling that sent thrills of tinny raptures through her, and like little bees made of sticky honey the swarms of pleasant up rushing rain began to stick to bits of her mind, and the little earthquakes of pleasure grew into bigger and bigger and bigger tremors. Until just as Chastity was Feeling herself slip under the pulling golden globs of warmth, it all ended with a sudden powerful climax of orgasm!

Chastity opened her eyes and blinked at the great silver rod shaking in her throttling hands and with some gasping difficulty pried her sweating thighs from their clench around its knobby shaft. Holding the Rod of Chastisement in one shaking hand she used the other gloved hand to wipe the drool from the corner of her panting small mouth.

Chastity blinked her eyes into focus from the near mind destroying orgasm and saw the transformation had been successful. There she was, no longer just Chastity Bon-Bon the heiress to the Bon-Bon ice cream and confection empire, as well as the captain of the senior cheerleader squad and the hottest ‘bitch’ in all of Drakemoor City, there she was, Zaftig! Super Heroine Teen Extreme! As always the transformation had tuned her hair a bright pink on both her head and on her still oozing snatch, or ‘candy box’ as she liked to call it. It had also increased her height slightly and increased her bust and butt significantly! Where she had been a fetching D-cup debutant as Chastity the cheerleader, as Zaftig she was stretching out her costume to an almost bursting j-cup at least! And while she normally had little to no ass as Chastity, she now sported a spherical 38 hinny which caused her little short hem to dance and sing about her.

She was so fine that Chastity wanted to touch and prod her amazing body right there in her favorite masturbation spot, in front of the corners three way mirror, but Chastity knew that another orgasm would dispel the magic of the transformation and with it all her super heroine powers! Tempting as she was, it was look don’t touch, for Chastity had always been a quick trigger gal!

A cool shimmer of pink sparkles hovered about Zaftig, as it always did when ever she called upon the Rod of Chastisements power, they would dwindle and fade in a short time. The Rod, once it had transformed her would give her the power of flight, increased strength, and the ability to heal her wounds very quickly. But to use those powers she had to be in contact with the Rod, which could prove some what cumbersome at times.

Zaftig looked at the pink wall clock on her bed room wall, she was late, she was always late. None of the other super heroines wanted to patrol or work with Zaftig because she was always late! Zaftig pouted at the thought, but she had gotten ready in record time that night! It had only taken her two hours! They were just stuck up snotty bitches and were envious of her greater powers! Besides, she didn’t need them! And they had better watch out, if she flew by and saw them in a pickle, well! Maybe she would help them and maybe she wouldn’t! So there! The shapely narcissistic super heroine went back to primping and admiring herself in her room full of mirrors and finally tore herself to her window and shot up into the night sky after another forty minutes had passed.

Doctor Dare E. Air, fidgeted in her seat and shot furious side long glances at her one time rival and now her boss, Professor Bombast. The man was a complete idiot, typical male, but at least unbeknownst to him, his break through in robotic limbs for amputees had served her alter ego, ‘Doctor Diabolical’ quiet nicely as did the hidden store room in the basement of the gregarious male’s laboratory! But as she had filled her secret hideout with more and more of the good Professors prolonged equipment, the middle aged loud mouth had become increasingly suspicious and spent more and more of his time in the lab, rambling insensately about corporate spies and thieves. Luckily he still entrusted her explicitly but she wondered how much longer she could bare his ineptitude and meddling prescience! Especially as she was nearing completion of a crucial stage in her own secret projects agenda!

Finally, still blabbering endlessly, the old goat removed his lab coat and left the lab to head to his favorite restaurant and then home for the night. Doctor Air dropped her head to her desk full of paper work in relief and then shot across the room and bolted the lab door. She shook her fist after the man, and rushed over to the door to the stairs to the basement. Tossing aside her lab coat onto one of the basements card board box buried desks, she rushed over to the wall of file cabinets and easily slide one set of cabinets out from the wall, there by revealing the door hidden there to the old small store room the absent minded Professor had fortunately forgotten. It had been three years since the man had come down those basement steps and Doctor Air felt secure in her lair’s hidden entrance remaining so. This door she opened and entered, pausing to close the cabinets and the door behind her, before removing her high heel shoes and descending an aluminum ladder which poked through a large crudely made hole in the cement floor of the small storage room. At the bottom of the ladder, she put back on her heels and walked to the center of the large abandoned subway tunnel she had converted into her secret lab! The place was packed with machinery that hummed and buzzed and caused Professor Bombast endless agonizing nights slumped over his electric bills!

Doctor Air crossed to the center of the hidden lab and opened the large chrome cylinder centered there in, with a flash of fingers skimming across a key code pad dancing upon its slick singular surface. It whisked open and revealed the bio-mesh suit of Doctor Diabolical, with a deep gleam in her eyes, Doctor Air began to disrobe and prepare for the nights work a head!

This sucked, Zaftig scowled into the gathering storm clouds in the night sky she soared through. Forty minutes on patrol, no bad guys, no cute guys, and now it looked like it was going to rain! She would have to head home, there was no way she was going to get soaked and ruin her hair! Besides what was the use of doing the whole super heroine shtick if there was no one to watch how good you looked doing it! And the whole city seemed dead! Stupid Monday Night Football! Of course the industrial park with it’s warehouses wasn’t going to be a very happening place to flirt with handsome boys on an eleven pm Monday night, but sometimes you just had to go where the criminals tended to be, huh! Still, this sucked!

What was worse, flying made her sooo horny! Well, actually drawing any continuous power from the Rod made her a bit randy. In fact, the whole transformation orgasm left her desperately needing another climax. The longer she held out, the more intense that itch in her pussy became! Ugh! Of course a second climax meant a return to her civilian non-powered state, but still… there was nothing going on and GWAD! She was really, really horny today! She did a summersault in the air and reversed directions to head for home.

Just then something caught Zaftig’s attention out of the corner of her mask. Curiosity struggled with a building need for sexual release in the eighteen year olds boiling body and with gloved finger on open lip, curiosity won the day. She zoomed down to the small alley way made even more narrow by the large tin overhangs of the loading docks of two storage sheds sharing the dead end side street and hovered there trying to reconstruct what she may have thought she had seen. Some kind of shinny movement? But though the wind was picking up before the approaching storm and it was kicking up leaves and debris in little swirls, there was nothing else to be seen in the tarmac street.

Zaftig was about to sail on, when for no real reason of logic what so ever, she decided to land and walk about a bit. She landed gracefully on one boot pointed toe and then walked to a stop in the center of the street. She noted that there was grass growing up thickly in the tarmac’s wide cracks and that over her shoulder she could see an old chain and paddle locked chain link rolling gate rusted from the lack of use. In front of her the narrow street dead ended into the red brick wall of some old building that towered six floors over the long one story storage sheds running on either side of her. The sheds were dark, but open faced and piles old rusted iron filled them as they slowly sunk into the old weed dotted gravel floor. There was certainly nothing here that was very interesting and it looked rather dirty in those sheds, so…

Just then Zaftig heard a piece of metal fall against another piece of metal in one of the sheds. She pointed the Rod of Correction at the point of origin of the sound and concentrated. A beam of light shown out from the rod and grew in strength as she bit her lip against the sweet aching the thrumming power the rod seemed to reverberate through her and which ALWAYS seemed to center its delicious vibrations into her needy pussy!

At first she saw only bits of metal or rusted machinery parts from some scrapped factory equipment, but then the parts moved! It was a robot! And another! Two robots! Cool! What were the humanoid shaped things doing out here? Must be some kind of worker drones? There was another! And another, hey…. Zaftig looked behind her into the opening of the other shed, there was a whole bunch of these things out here! Weird!

Zaftig turned around back to the first group of robots she had seen, just in time to ward off a blow from a large piece of rusted iron being swung at the back of her head by one of those mechanical men! Fortunately she parried the vicious blow easily enough, but unfortunately she used the Rod of Chastisement instinctively to do it. The rod was a heavy solid piece of silver metal, but for all its impressive medieval weapon looks, it was in fact a delicate piece of complex equipment, and as Zaftig felt the rod absorb the crude blow, she felt a sickly tingling spread over her body. Something was wrong!

But there was no time for that now! Zaftig suddenly found herself leaping about amongst a dozen murderous seven foot tall scrap wielding mechanical mad men! She leapt and dodged and rolled in her best cheerleader routine and got some kicks and punches in, but with each blow she landed she felt her power draining fast! With the odds quickly slipping against her the always prudent Zaftig back flipped and soared up into the air to escape. Except instead of shooting hundreds of feet skyward, the surprised super heroine found herself rising only a few yards before crashing rather painfully on her shapely round bubble butt ass onto the corrugated tin roof of the long row of storage sheds. Shit! At least she was immediately out of harms way, stupid rod! Just then a coil of rope shot around her ankle and tugged her back off her feet again. This time the it wasn’t a robot, it was a rather buxom slim wasted woman in a skin tight chrome shimmering tight body suit, resplendent with a chrome helmet. The rope, with its small bolo ends which had dug deep around Zaftig’s ankle, was attached to the shinning metal woman’s wrist where she wore some kind of forearm device. A click of one liquid gloved finger on the device and the rope began to retract quiet quickly, dragging Zaftig along with it!

The robots had already formed a half circle around the woman reeling her in to her doom and she had no great desire to continue her progress to plunge helplessly into their waiting motionless arms! Zaftig pointed the rod at the rope just inches in front of her ensnared ankle and concentrated. A loud popping accompanied the burst of light, which was something unsettlingly new, and the slim black cord severed sending the silver android woman sailing backwards into her robot henchmen. The charge to break the rope had sent a rip tide of sensations through Chastity’s pussy where they refused to fade and instead echoed insistently until her pink candy box began to quiver and drool. Something was definitely wrong with the rod, she had to get out of here fast!

Zaftig scrambled to her slick booted feet and scrambled up the lean-to incline of the tin roof seeking its peak and what ever might lie beyond it. Had she been on the other storage shed across from her, she would have been trapped against the high windowless red brick wall of the building it butted up to and ran along side, but her shed had no such building and she scrambled to see what was over the tantalizing lip of steel she found her self on toe tips and finger tips scrambling for the rippled galvanized steel horizon.

There was a sudden crunch of metal and Zaftig found herself tumbling onto her plump firm fanny as the female leader of the robots righted herself from her leaping landing on the tin roof beside her. The mechanical woman grabbed at the elaborate braids of pink hair and caused Zaftig to howl with tears of pain. Desperate to escape the grasp of the fiend, she kicked and elbowed to no avail. The creature began to drag her to the edge of the roof’s lip where a horde of diabolical metal men waited like a pack of ravenous wolves for her plummet. With a cry shrieked between gritted teeth Zaftig pulled back her great rod and drove it with all her might into what she took to be the nearest vulnerable spot of her attacker. The shaft struck the groin of the mecha suited woman and a flash of light and a shower of sparks erupted from the impact.

A strange powerful tingling shot through Zaftig as the howling robot woman fell upon her back stunned, her body shaking violently. Zaftig scurried to her feet and placed a booted heel upon the midriff of the fallen and moaning enemy and grasping the shaft with both hands she pulled at it. It was stuck! No matter how hard she tried the rod was firmly wielded into the melted metal crotch of the trembling woman! Zaftig spun, the robots had formed a ladder of themselves and now they were climbing upon each others back and onto the tin roof. They would be upon her in mere seconds! Frantic, Zaftig abandoned the rod and ran up the incline of the roof and leapt. Surprisingly she soared up into the air and flew a few thousand feet before slowly arching down to the ground. Without hesitating the young super heroine sprinted off away from her attackers. Something had happened when the rod had come into contact with the bio-mesh of that woman’s suit! It had left Zaftig with some of her powers, despite her no longer touching the rod?! But the powers were weakened and not at their full charge, and she felt a horniness building in her like she had never felt before. In fact the young teen couldn’t even wait to make it all the way home before ducking into a dark backyard and pausing breathlessly to rub one out. The orgasm was unrelenting and the climax sent her shivering to her knees into a helpless stupor for several minutes. When at last she was able to pull herself up on shaking legs, she was stunned to find that she had not transformed back into Chastity Bon-bon! She was still Zaftig, pink hair and all! Her powers were slowly retuning to her, building up in equal measure to a fresh wave of horniness! Without the rod she couldn’t transform back into Chastity! She was now stuck as Zaftig whose powers rose and fell in equal proportion to her sexual state of arousal! Zaftig bit her thumb in a momentary wave of panic. The struggled to calm herself, she would just have to head home until she could sort out her new powers and figure out what to do. Following her instinct, Zaftig began to savagely stroke her clit until in a gasping building arousal she launched herself up into the air and soared off toward her home, flaying as fast as she could while mashing at her enormous breasts and tugging on her nipples to maintain a sexual fuel for her flight.

Back in her lab, Doctor Diabolical inspected her new appendage. There was little doubt that the large metal rod was pulsing enormous amounts of energy into her bio-mecha suit, amping her considerable power a hundred fold and adding abilities she had never even dreamed of (for example; she now found she could force her controlling will upon any electronic device within line of sight of her presence with but some concentration and drain of her suits power batteries.) But mostly she was amazed of the rods powering up of her suit batteries increasing her power arch considerably. Where before she had been forced to recharge her suit batteries after three hours at full drain and requiring several hours to recharge, she now found that she could drain her powers at full blast for up to seven hours before depleting her stores, and more over the rod seemed to feed a small constant supply of energy into her batteries at all times. The recharging process also had been dramatically halved, it now only took two hours to recharge from a full drain. There was however, noticeable side effects of the things presence. First off, the doctor had never had what one would notably call a libido, she had over heard someone once describe her as a ‘cold fish’! That had changed. She now found herself in a perplexing state of constant arousal that was most baffling to the good doctor, and no amount of ‘stimulation (for which the rod seemed to provide considerable!) and the consequential cascading orgasms seemed to diminish in the slightest her hunger and need for more! In fact, even in the brief span since the altering incident, the doctor had found her mind starting to shift in its direction and design. In short she was over come by the most compelling obsession to want to find some nice sweet virgin pussy and ram her new metal shaft into it repeatedly! And no more a telling target could she desire than the little pink slut who had grafted this wonderful thing onto her suit. Visions of her sodomizing that large busted heroine filled her increasingly feverish mind and had already seeped into her conscious designs changing her plots and schemes completely to this new agenda this new goal this new obsession! To find and fuck that pink pussy endlessly! It made her sigh wetly and giggle at the very notion and sent her scampering around her lair in mad drooling preparations. The second little draw back to her new found treasure toy, was that she couldn’t seem to remove her suit any more. The rod had not only melded with the crotch piece of her bio-suit, but it had penetrated slightly through the groin plate and its large round head had slipped delectably between the lips of her pussy, where it vibrated and pulsed and throbbed and sang a sweet chorus of joy to her wet purring snatch! It meant that every now and then she had to stop in her work as her crotch humped the air furiously as another shuddering orgasm rippled through her body, but it was a small price to pay, she felt, for such unlimited power!

It did mean that it would be rather difficult for her to return to her civilian identity as Doctor Air. She hadn’t quiet worked that out yet, but perhaps some kind of harness to hold the large staff flat against her belly to help disguise it under some bulky clothes? That might allow her to walk the streets and buy groceries and the like, but it would never make it past her boss day after day as they brushed past each other in that small office. Hmmm, maybe she should go and pay her boss a visit? Surprise him in his home. Give the old goat the ass fucking of a life time! HA! Yes, wouldn’t it be wonderful if she could just anal fuck all the men she hated to death?! She had to admit she liked that idea. She picked up one of the newly crafted robotic penises she had fabricated as a proto type for her new robotic army and carried the heavy vibrating huge shaft over to the inert robot strapped to a table and slipped it into its receiving slot. It made a loud ‘click’ and began to hypnotically pump up and down. A thrill of pleasure shot through the doctor and she gasped at the sight of the pulsing metal cock, yes. It would be so truly, truly wonderful indeed. HA! HA! HA!