It was obvious to Platinum Panther that something had gone wrong. She had been working deep in the source code of her team-mate U4ia, trying to purge the gynoid’s artificial brain from whatever corruption had turned her into a puppet of the Seductress. All her diagnostics had indicated that every line of the Seductress’s code had been wiped clean. U4ia should be as good as new! With only one way to be certain, Platinum Panther had powered up the artificial woman.

U4ia’s flawless eyes opened. “Platinum Panther. My team-mate. My friend. You have deleted the Seductress’s programming from my system.”

“Yes, U4ia. I scrubbed every last bit of it. How are you feeling?”

“Grateful. Accessing proper methods of expressing gratitude.” U4ia said. Her eyes went white as she scanned her internal data banks.

“It’s really not necessary,” Platinum Panther said. “I’m just glad you’re feeling—”

“Feelings!” U4ia’s eyes locked on Panther’s. “Proper gratitude is expressed by actions engendering positive feelings. I will solicit positive feelings from you, Panther.”

“I don’t think—Holy fuck!” the heroine shrieked as U4ia seized her and laid her down on a nearby workbench.

With inhuman speed, the gynoid stripped off Platinum Panther’s clothing. Her artificial skin carried some sort of electric charge, stimulating Panther’s skin everywhere she touched. Within moments, U4ia had buried her head between Panther’s thighs and was licking her pussy at 12,000 RPM.

“U4ia, sto—aaaaahhhhh!” Panther moaned with pleasure. She had prepared for something to go wrong. A simple three digit code would force U4ia into emergency shutdown. “Engage shutdooooooohhhhhhhh—shutdown. Code numbers—oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck—three, seven, zerOOOOHHHH—ohfuckohfuckohFUCKOHOHOH!”

Platinum Panther screamed her throat raw, the last “zero” of the code lost in her screams of climax. Her orgasms didn’t stop long enough for her to catch her breath, let alone speak the shutdown code. Her last thought before passing out from pleasure was how this was the best thing that had ever gone wrong.

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