Cosplay Lass Fic

Note:  Cosplay Lass’ name is Sarah Bell

 

        Cosplay Lass tossed her copy of the sixth volume of Chobits to the floor, grumbling in irritation as she flopped onto her bed.  She had been ‘under supervision’ at the Hero Organization headquarters for a week now, which was a polite way of saying ‘in prison’, and the bastards had even had the balls to take her laptop and phone.  For her protection, of course.  The heroes had at least the courtesy to allow her some books to read, though they limited her to three books in the cell at a time so that she couldn’t try to sneak anything in.  She couldn’t even work on her backlog all that much since the damned manga volumes that she read were so small that she was always calling for the guard to get her some more books, and the man had figured out some pretty interesting excuses to not respond to her calls.

        Sarah pressed the buzzer that was supposed to bring in the guard, but the bastard didn’t answer as usual.  Ah well, she thought with a rueful sigh, it wasn’t like she really wanted to read through Chobits for the fifteenth time anyway.  It was just that she was so fucking bored and had nothing better to do!  If only she could have some cute robot girl to take care of and show the wonders of the world…wait.  She sat up, thoughts racing as a plot coalesced in her mind:  Robomaid.  The gynoid had a backdoor in her coding that allowed someone to bypass her personality entirely, a little trick that Sarah guessed her owner had included in case the maid turned against him (for all the good that it did in the end), and it would render the robot incapable of disobeying commands.

        She racked her mind for a few minutes, muttering to herself as she struggled to remember the password, before shooting upright with a joyous cry.  The guard, seemingly worried about the commotion, peeked his head into the room.  “What’s your issue, nerd?  You going crazy from lack of your Chinese comic books or something,” he asked wearily, lingering at the door as he waited for the inevitable request for more reading materials.

        Cosplay Lass barely restrained herself from launching into a scathing lecture about the man’s complete ignorance, and forced herself to smile as disarmingly as she could.  “They are Japanese manga, but I’ll forgive you for that mistake.  More importantly, could I please have access to a phone for a few minutes?  I’m pretty sure I am allowed one call a day, and I’d like to chat with one of my…friends.”

        The guard looked at her as if she had grown a second head and begun rap dueling with herself.  Sarah had never requested the phone before, and she cursed her lack of social skills as she tried her hardest to look nonchalant and innocent as she could.  The rent-a-cop stared at her for a few seconds, eyes narrowed in suspicion, before the usual indifference stole over his face.  “Yeah, whatever.  I’m not being paid enough to interrogate you over a phone call.  Knock yourself out,” he said, handing her the receiver to the phone that sat on his desk, “Gotta dial in the number for you so we know who we are calling though.”

        “I don’t know the number, but it’s for Robomaid.  Could you figure that out for me,” she asked, trying to maintain her uncaring façade.

        “Oh yeah, she’s like a hero or something, right?  I think that she was assigned to keep an eye on you too,” the guard said absentmindedly, digging through the post-it notes that covered his desk before holding one up triumphantly, “Here we go!  It says to give her a call whenever, especially if the prisoner needs ‘restraining’.”

        Sarah waited impatiently as her guard dialed the number, eager to finally have something to do as well as get some revenge for being trapped in this box.  She was so wrapped up in her fantasies that she nearly missed the phone handset being passed to her, but she quickly recovered and snatched the device out of the guard’s hands.  “Hey Robomaid,” she said breathlessly, continuing before the former villain could get a word in edgewise, “Hand Maid May 11, Mahoromatic 12, oujo-sama.  Come and visit me, Robomaid, we have things that we need to discuss.”

        The robot’s questions cut short, and her voice lacked all emotion or intonation as she replied, “Understood, admin.  Complying now.”

        Cosplay Lass tried to keep her expression neutral as she handed the phone back to the rent-a-cop, and murmured her thanks.  The man simply shrugged, took the phone, and turned back to the magazine he had been reading.  Sarah darted back into her cell before the rising tide of excitement could crack her calm façade.  The moment the door slammed shut behind her though, she wildly danced around her prison, victory coursing through her veins like a fine liquor.

        She couldn’t believe that she actually remembered the password from the last time that she had dug around in Robomaid’s coding, but it seemed that she’d finally have something to break up the monotony of her imprisonment.  Sure, this prank would probably make the heroes punish her, but who knew how long the hunt for the Quantum Cat would take?  If they were going to keep her here in prison, she might as well do something to deserve it.

        Once the initial rush of satisfaction wore off though, she set to pacing around her cell to burn off some of the frantic energy that coursed through her.  Her mind whirled with the possible combinations of emotions that she could program Robomaid with and the possible results they would bring.  She was so caught up in her thoughts and plans that the knock on the door caught her completely off guard.  Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she called for Robomaid to enter.

        The former villain walked stiffly into the room before snapping to attention in front of Cosplay Lass.  She bowed deeply before saying, “Input commands, Admin.”

        Cosplay Lass felt her mouth go dry as the culmination of all of her otaku dreams stood before her.  The gynoid was even wearing a revealing form of her original maid outfit, and Sarah had to force herself to focus on putting her plan in motion rather than geeking out over the scraps of lace, frills, and black fabric.  “Take…take off your top.  And turn around,” she said, trying to keep the plethora of dirty doujin’s she had read that shared this very plot from distracting her.

        Robomaid complied immediately, reaching behind her back and loosening the ribbons that were one of the only things holding the outfit together.  Sarah had to keep her hands clenched firmly at her side and avert her gaze when the gynoid’s unnaturally perfect breasts were exposed, only looking up when the robot had turned around.  No need tempting herself after all, Sarah thought disappointedly, though maybe she could indulge herself once this prank was done with.  She reached forward and gently pried the cover off of Robomaid’s control box before looking over the available knobs with all of the intensity of a conductor about to lead a symphony.

        It was disappointing that the yandere knob had been snapped off by that fucking cunt Sparkle, but she had something more subtle planned than murderous insanity.  Her fingers danced amongst the knobs, cranking up the love and libido while dropping shame and embarrassment as low as they’d go.  “Waaait, didn’t see that one before,” she murmured to herself as she lightly stroked a slider that was hidden in a far corner of the control box.

        Yes, this would do nicely, she thought as she slid the bar all the way to the ‘uke’ side.  She began chuckling as she closed the box, which grew into outright laughter as her mind began to run through a myriad of entertaining scenarios.  Yes, this really was too perfect.  “Now, I want you to go to Rena’s apartment and only then deactivate administrator mode,” she said, patting the gynoid on the back.

        Robomaid quickly laced herself up before marching towards the door, her heels clacking on the floor at precise intervals.  Cosplay Lass watched the timebomb that she had created with a satisfied smile, but her mind began to wander as she watched the gynoid’s skirt lift with each step, revealing just a hint of the lace that hid beneath.  Maybe…well, if she was going to be denied that latest maid romance game for a few weeks, maybe she should take the edge off now that she had such a perfect opportunity.  “Um, Robomaid, could you hold up for a second,” she said, nervously licking her lips, “I need you to bend over slightly like you are about to pick something up, then say ‘Oh master, please don’t look!’”

       

        Rena huddled in her usual blanket fortress with a tub of ice cream firmly ensconced in her lap.  It had been a long day hunting for clues about Quantum Kitty, and she desperately needed to unwind with some empty calories and some soap operas.  She had slipped into a comfortable stupor, hours of the insane and almost nonsensical drama on the television doing the work of alcohol with none of the cost or hangovers.  A knock on the door dragged her from the oblivion of mind numbing television, and it took a few seconds to gather enough will to stand and shuffle to the door.

        She sort of hoped that it was one of the other heroes bringing some news on the evil creature that they had been hunting, but the thought of being productive was almost painful at this point.  With a reluctant sigh, she braced herself for more work before pulling the door open.  “Hey, good to see you,” she said happily as she caught sight of Robomaid, “Did you get more ice cream while you were out?  I burned through the four tubs we had and-”

        “No mistress, and I need to be punished for it,” the gynoid said desperately, her cheeks turning strange blue hue as she stumbled inside and clung to Rena.

        “Um, I can put you in the sad box if you want,” the redhead said, gasping and huffing as she struggled to stay upright under the robot’s weight, “And did you check in on Cosplay Lass while you were out?”

        Rena cursed the lack of her vampire powers as her legs finally gave out, and tried her hardest to wriggle out of the gynoid’s grasp.  She managed to get mostly clear, but the former villain clung to her leg like a limpet.  “Of course mistress, I could never ignore a direct order from you!  But why talk about her, when we could talk about you,” she said while writhing against Rena’s leg.

        Oh god, her urge to kill and consume all humans must have turned on again, Rena thought desperately as she tried to crawl to the shelter of her blanket fortress, but only succeeded in dragging both herself and Robomaid a short distance.  Realizing the futility of her attempt to escape, Rena flopped onto her back and tried diplomacy instead.  “So uh, are you feeling all right Robomaid?  Can I help or something, maybe check the box on your back?”

        To her surprise, her words seemed to make Robomaid loosen her death grip, and Rena managed to finally slip the robot’s grasp and put some distance between them with some undignified scooting on her hands and bum.  Her attempts at escaping seemed to only make the villain more determined to capture her though, and Robomaid lunged forward, getting her hands on one of the redhead’s feet before she could scoot clear.  “Yes mistress, please, I need to be punished for being such a dirty harlot!  I’d do anything, please,” the woman babbled, frantically kissing the foot that she had managed to capture.

        “Robomaid, wait, what are you going on abo-,” Rena said before her words were cut off by a shudder as the gynoid gave up kissing and instead wrapped her lips around the hero’s pinky toe.

        That felt so –weird-, mouths weren’t supposed to be down there, Rena thought, shivering as the woman began to suckle at the toe.  Seemingly taking the lack of escape attempts and the hero’s shivering as permission to continue, Robomaid swirled her tongue around the digit she had captured, the heat and wetness of her mouth making Rena cringe at the bizarre but strangely pleasant sensation.  

        The gynoid finally released the toe with an overwrought moan, her expression twisted with an arousal that was almost terrifying in its intensity.  Rena struggled to pull herself upright, but flopped to the floor in suprise as the woman’s tongue left a slick trail along the arch of her instep.  It was only when the woman began to shift her attentions higher that Rena managed to press the gynoid’s head with her other foot.  “As your teacher, I order you to STOP,” Rena said shrilly, shivers still running up and down her spine from the sensation of saliva covering her foot.

        Robomaid obediently came to a halt, though her eyes lost none of the overwhelming lust as she pulled back slightly and released her grip on Rena’s leg.  The redhead was desperately thankful she had managed to stop the gynoid before she had managed to rip her sweatpants off, but spoke quickly while Robodmaid was still listening to her, “You can’t do that kind of stuff Robomaid, I’m in a relationship with Cynthia and Bridgette.  I’d have to clear things with them before doing anything too intense with you.”

        I mean sure, they had an openish relationship, Rena thought, but that still didn’t mean that she could just sleep with girls willy-nilly.  Even Cynthia, who would push this agreement to its limits at times, still asked permission to start going out with Sparkle.  Not before recounting in rather intimate detail her conquest of the magical girl, Rena thought with a horrified shudder, but she had still had the common decency to not just hide the relationship.

        Her thoughts were interrupted as Robomaid fidgeted and squirmed, obviously struggling to restrain herself, before groaning, “Mistress please, if you don’t do something, I think I’ll explode!”

        “Wait, didn’t Cosplay Lass say that you were powered by a nuclear reactor,” Rena asked, eyes widening in horror at the thought of mushroom clouds brought by sexual frustration.

        Cursing this hero business with all of her heart as the gynoid nodded, Rena stood and reluctantly said, “Okay, here’s what we’ll do.  You can’t do anything to me, and I’ll do enough to you so that you don’t kill us all with a nuclear explosion.  You’ve got to follow my instructions though, so things don’t go too far or you start licking my foot again.  So, what can I do to help?”

        Even mentioning orders seemed to make the gynoid squirm all the harder, and it took a few seconds of breathy moans before Robomaid recovered herself enough to nod and say, “Y-…unhh…Yes mistress!  Could I request that we start with petplay?”

        Rena stared at the woman in utter confusion, which seemed to dampen the robot’s enthusiasm somewhat, but she quickly recovered and said, “It’s fine mistress, just let me show you,” before running to her room.

        Robomaid soon reappeared with a massive trunk cradled in her arms, and the former villain deposited before her teacher with shaking eagerness.  She popped the lid reverently, pausing almost as if in worship, before lifting a pair of dog ears out and placing them on her head.  Taking a shaky breath, she finally turned to Rena and said, “Just treat me like a dog, mistress, I will take care of the rest.”

        And then, as if a switch had been thrown in her head, the gynoid suddenly fell to her knees and began panting with all of the enthusiasm one would expect from man’s best friend.  Rena watched this development with mingled horror and fascination, before tentatively reaching a hand out and petting Robomaid’s head.  “Uh, good girl?  I guess,” she said, giving a few more awkward pats and wondering what in the hell she had just gotten herself into.

        Robomaid went completely rigid underneath her hand, a slow moan dragging itself from her throat, before lunging forward and tackling Rena once more.  She yipped and barked excitedly, covering Rena’s face in licks as the hero tried her best to fend off the rampaging robot.  “Robomaid, stop!  Sit, heel, whatever!”

        Thankfully the former villain seemed to respond to the command, but Rena winced as she saw the utter disappointment on the woman’s face.  Damn it, now she felt bad.  Sighing, she said, “Sorry, it was kind of weird, and you just licked my foot and then went for my face.  Could we do something else?”

        “Sorry mistress,” Robomaid mumbled, ducking her head in shame, “I lost myself in the moment.  How would you feel about…punishing me for my trespasses?”

        She looked up eagerly at this last part, and Rena decided that yielding the field was probably better than trying to fight her student’s strange desires.  She shrugged, which was all the permission the gynoid needed.  The woman eagerly dug through her box again, tossing unidentifiable tools made of leather and silicon in all directions before raising a leather paddle as it was the finest of swords.  She rose to her feet and approached Rena with measured steps before placing the implement in her hands with an almost ritualistic care.  “If you would have a seat mistress, we can begin,” she intoned, lightly guiding the redhead to the couch.

        Rena settled to the couch, completely lost as to what came next, but began to panic as Robomaid dragged her hands up her thighs before beginning to slide her underwear off.  “What are you doing?  Stop, halt, no,” the hero said shrilly, fearing the gynoid had just decided to cut to the chase and have her way with her.

        Robomaid blinked for a few seconds, her cooling fans giving off an audible whine as her processors struggled with figuring out what was happening, before a smile suddenly pulled at her lips.  “I can’t have a covered bottom if you’re going to spank me, mistress.  Especially with a leather paddle,” she said as she laid herself over Rena’s lap, “Oh, and the safe word is ‘shark’.”

        Hefting the paddle a bit to get a feeling for the weight, Rena gave the woman squirming in her lap a dubious look.  “So I’m supposed to spank you?  Like you do to kids when they’re bad and stuff?”

        Furious nods were her only answer, so Rena prepared herself for her latest heroic act to save the city.  Taking a deep breath, she swung the paddle at Robomaid’s exposed bottom.  At the last second she pulled her blow, mind rebelling at the idea of hitting her roommate, even if she had begged for it.  “Um, are you sure?  That sounds like it would kinda hurt,” she said.

        “YES JUST…Mhm, sorry mistress.  Yes, please apply that paddle as you see fit.  Don’t worry about damaging me, I can repair myself as necessary,” Robomaid groaned, frustration practically radiating off her.

        Rena, closing her eyes and cringing, gently swatted at the gynoids bottom.  She was already trying to come up with an apology, but stopped dead as the soft smack that rewarded her attack was drowned out by a harsh, almost guttural moan.  “Please mistress, keep going,” the gynoid said desperately, squirming in ecstasy.

        Determinedly ignoring the growing warmth and wetness coming from a certain source resting against her thigh, Rena experimented with a few more smacks, varying speed and location.  It seemed like she could do no wrong though, any contact with Robomaid’s bum seemed to drag almost theatric gasps and sighs.  Rena finally couldn’t take it any more after a particularly drawn out moan, dropping the paddle to the couch and saying, “I don’t feel right doing that Robomaid.  Is there anything else?”

        The former villain turned to her, both sets of cheeks glowing a brilliant blue as she said around ragged breaths, “My mistress is so cruel, denying me the punishment I earned.  There is one last thing, though…”

        She scrambled off of Rena’s lap, rushing to the box and digging almost to the bottom with an utter lack of her usual elegance or poise.  Just as Rena was sure the gynoid was going to go tumbling in, she shot upright, clinging to a long coil of rope.  She looked hopefully to Rena, eyes practically shining excitement, before the girl’s blank expression finally seemed to work its way through the lust that clouded her eyes.  “So, what do I do with this,” Rena asked, curiously playing with one of the ends of the rope.

        Robomaid, seemingly learning from the previous failures, draped the rope around her neck and quickly wrapped it around her body with mechanical precision.  She paused as she reached the first knot, only loosely tying it before looking at Rena expectantly.  “You want me to tie it?  Why?”

        The woman growled deep in her throat, sending the hero skittering away in fright, before reining herself in with an obvious effort.  “It’s not bondage if you don’t tie the knots, mistress,” she said in a rather terrifying monotone.

        Deciding that any more failures would probably result in the woman’s reactor going off, Rena quietly followed the Robot’s directions as she guided her creating a lattice of rope and knots.  With a satisfied smile, the Robot fed the last section of rope in between her legs.  “Now mistress, please pull this tight, and we’ll be done!”

        Rena nodded obediently and jerked the ropes as hard as she could, trying to get the ends up into the loop that waited for them.  “Hold still Robomaid, I’ve nearly got the ropes where they need to be, stop wriggling around,” she growled, sawing the two ends back and forth as she drew them closer to their goal.

        Just as she finally slipped the two ends through and pulled the rope tight, two things happened in rapid succession.  The door opened and a moan that would have put any porn star to shame ripped out of Robomaid’s throat.  Rena, already knowing that all was lost, looked up and meekly said, “Um, it isn’t what it looks like?”

        Sparkle took one look at the hero standing atop the writhing robot and took a deep drag off her cigarette.  “Jesus fucking Christ, the shit I have to deal with.”

 

        Cosplay Lass sighed as she heard a pounding on her door.  What the hell did that useless guard want, she was busy reading damn it!  Grumbling about the indignities that these fucking heroes heaped on her, she dragged herself towards the door, trying her best to work out the kinks of laying in one place for too long.  “Yeah, come on in,” she called, pulling her glasses off and rubbing at her eyes.

        The fuzzy outline that walked through seemed off somehow, but she only knew she was doomed when she settled her glasses back into proper place.  Oh fuck it was Sparkle.  She wouldn’t think that her plan would work so well that they would send in that sadistic bitch to punish her.  “Um…hey, what brings you to these parts,” she said nervously, quailing as the magical girl glared at her in pure hatred.

        “You know I should beat you within an inch of your life for the shit that you pulled, right?” the girl growled, dumping a large duffel bag on the floor.

        Sarah, knowing the pain that was coming, dropped to the floor and curled into the fetal position, praying to all the otaku gods to grant her soul paradise with her waifu after the untimely death that had just walked into her room.

        The dark chuckle that reverberated through the room only made her curl tighter, but it was the words that followed that truly sent a chill down her spine.  “I should beat the stupid out of you, I really should, but I figured out a better punishment for you.  Enjoy your visitor, you idiot.”

        With that, there was the sharp rip of a zipper being undone, footsteps, and the slam of her door.  After a few seconds of waiting for whatever doom waited for her, Sarah cracked one of her eyes open.  She shot upright the moment that she realized that Sparkle was gone, and had left Robomaid instead, the former villain completely trussed up in ropes.  Wait, how was this a punishment, Sarah though bewilderedly, before shooting backwards as the door swung open again to let in Sparkle.  “Oh, I forgot.  Robomaid, this stupid cunt wronged your mistress and needs to be punished.  I’m sure you can figure out something appropriate.”

        She gave the gynoid a pat before dragging an enormous trunk into the room and leaving again, throwing, “I’ll be back in an hour or so,” over her shoulder.

        The moment that the door thudded shut again, Robomaid flexed, the motion bursting the ropes with horrifying ease.  She slowly rose up, the cruel and queen-like smile painted on her face making Cosplay Lass’ stomach drop in terror.  And not a small amount of arousal, she realized, which made things only worse.

        “I’ve got so many ideas that I’ve been wanting to try out…” the gynoid purred, opening the chest and dumping the unbelievably extensive collection on the floor.

        “P-please be gentle,” Sarah whispered as her fantasy slowly approached, a ball gag held loosely in her hands.