Bionic Bombshell

Happy Humpday, everybody!

Sorry about the wait, I know I said I'd have more caps up before Halloween. In fact, I had a whole series of captions planned out about a wish-twisting genie.

But when I sat down and finally starting typing it all out, I ended up not stopping for 6 straight hours. And now my would-be-5-cap series is a 16 page short-story in its own right. I think I'll finish it, and publish it separately as it's own story, rather than try and find two dozen pictures to make captions.

And, oddly enough, when I sat down to do today's caption, it again turned out to be a rather longer affair than I'd planned. Way too long to make into captions, but short enough I'm going to post it all here. Hopefully none of you are disappointed in the lack of proper captions; I have added in the pics I'd originally planned to use.

As always, hit the Read More link to see the story in full, and let me know what you thought down in the comments.

- B-Rex

Bionic Bombshell

by B-Rex

2017

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Agent 69 scanned the hotel room next door with her x-ray vision, seeing a rather fat man ramming his cock into a no-doubt very expensive sex doll, clearly unaware of how pathetic an image he made. She winced, quickly switching out of x-ray mode, and listened as her charge finished his shower.

She sighed; this lousy assignment was a total waste of her talents. She was meant to be fighting off hordes of enemy soldiers or infiltrating top-secret research facilities, not babysitting the mayor's son!

Okay, maybe it's not technically 'babysitting', she mentally amended, her ever-watchful eyes glancing through the walls of the hotel room, following a maid as she walked down the hall pushing her cart. But it's darn close! If that assassin doesn't make his move soon, I'm goin--

There was suddenly the tiniest ~plink!~ sound behind the agent, as a high-speed round shot through the window and straight into the back of her head!

Carter finished his shower, and got dressed, smirking to himself. He'd begged his dad not to assign an agent to look after him; he was in college, for God's sake, and didn't need a glorified babysitter. Even if the assassination threat was real, the odds some lunatic would go after the Mayor's son and not, say, the Mayor himself, seemed rather low. Especially since Carter was currently living three states away from his father's small city, in an actual metropolis.

But when the busty bombshell agent had arrived at his dorm room earlier that day, Carter had been beside himself with joy that his dad had ignored him. Sure, Agent 69 was a bit cold, and very blunt, but the '88-Billion Dollar Woman', as the papers called her, was the hottest piece of ass he'd ever seen outside of a porno mag. And she was glued to him like a tick all week, until the feds closed the net on the so-called assassin.

Finished dressing, Carter stepped out into the hotel room he was sharing with the bionic beauty, and stopped in his tracks. The busty bombshell was standing before the window, staring dead-ahead.

"What's wrong?" he asked cautiously, slowly approaching the silent agent. She didn't respond; didn't even blink.

He stared at her, carefully taking in her curvy form. He'd never seen her in action before, but had certainly heard the rumors of her augmented strength, and didn't want to give her an excuse to hit him. But she still didn't move, even when, finally, he reached out and poked her. Even when he poked her amazing chest. "Hmm..."

Circling her statue-like body, he saw a small lump on the ground at her feet. He bent over to examine it, and then heard the whistling of the wind over the building. His eyes followed the sound to a telltale hole in the tempered glass.

"A bullet!" Carter gasped, nearly dropping the ruined mass of lead and metal jacketing, as he dove for cover in front of the agent.

After several rather embarrassing minutes of cowering before the still frozen woman, Carter surmised that the assassin must have long since left, no doubt thinking he'd succeeded in his task. The room was dark enough (Agent 69 had insisted they keep the lights on dim) that the killer must not have realized he'd shot a woman and not his target.

He examined the agent more carefully, removing her designer gown (worn to blend in with the high-class clientele when they entered the lobby below) with great care, just in case she snapped out of whatever had happened to her.

Finally, after stripping her down to her miniscule undergarments, Carter found a very small bump on the back of her pretty blonde head. Her composite-ceramic skeleton was said to be impenetrable by anything short of depleted-uranium tank-killer rounds, and clearly the rifle bullet had not been enough to do her any real physical harm.

But something had broken loose inside, Carter surmised. "Agent 69? Are you in there?"

"Primary User, offline." Her voice was quick, precise, even more so than usual. "Default settings... not found. System Check in progress... ... ... All systems fully functional. Fault in primary circuit chip. Primary User, offline. Access Restoration in progress... ... ... Restoration failed."

Carter froze during the spiel, but when the nearly-nude agent didn't continue, asked, "So... what now?"

As if waiting for his question, she replied, in that same oddly-robotic tone, "User Interface is disengaged from primary and secondary motor control functions, as core interface motor control software was not found. Restoration of Primary User functions cannot continue until new motor control software is loaded. Do you wish me to search for motor control software in local environment?"

Carter couldn't follow the jargon, but replied, "Uh...yes, I guess."

"Searching... searching.... Motor Control Software found. Analyzing... software package compatible, functions will be limited to 32% capacity. Accessing... wireless download link successful. Do you wish me to download software?"

"What? Oh, uh... yes, yes to everything." Carter said, shrugging.

Agent 69's lips quivered as she made a strange noise, a noise he'd never heard outside of very old films from the early-internet period of the nineties, as ancient computers tried to connect to the "web".

Suddenly, Agent 69 moved, startling him. But her movements were... strange. Instead of the catlike grace her servo-motor-enhanced body had shown since he'd first seen her, now her body was rigid, every movement seeming stiff and difficult.

"Car-ter," she said, seeming to struggle through the syllables. "You-id-ee-ott! This-soft-wear-is-not-meant-for-this-uuu-nit!"

She stopped, jerkily turning her torso to face him, as her ass swung sideways, her legs twisting under her. It was both wrong in every way, and yet, oddly erotic. 

"No-not-uuu-nit-uuu-nit," she said. "Argh-uh. Not-mat-ter. Call-cen-tral-com-man-duh. And-duh-tell-them-Sex-Doll-Uuu-Nit-Six-Tee-Nine-is--"

Carter blinked. "Sex Doll Unit 69? What does that--"

He stopped, as the walking wet-dream of a woman froze again, arms akimbo, legs stuck mid-stride. "Sex-Doll-Uuu-Nit-Six-Tee-Nine-away-ting-uuu-ser-com-mand. Do-uuu-wish-uuu-nit-int-ter-face-to-be-def-fault-or-re-main-on-man-ual-mode?"

Carter blinked, again, trying to follow the robotic speech. Before he could reply, the agent moved again, and practically yelled, "No! Car-ter, say-no! The-wire-less-link-was-to-that-dis-gust-ting-sex-doll-next--"

"Yes, switch to default, Sex Doll Unit 69," Carter said, his smirk returning. The blonde agent's eyes opened wide in rage, then fear, as her body suddenly froze again.

He waited a long moment. Just as he started to fear he'd somehow broken the bionic warrior, she replied, her voice chirpy and pleasantly not robotic. "Greetings, Master User. Please state your intended purpose for this sex doll unit. Would you prefer to remain in the current default mode, return to manual mode, or hear a list of other modes this unit is programmed to perform. If you would like to purchase a more advanced mode, a wide variety of modes are available, for a nominal charge. If you decide to choose one of these modes, an additional fee will appear on your e-bill to RexCo's Sex Doll Emporium. If you would--"

"That's fine, uh, Sex Doll Unit 69," Carter interrupted quickly. "Maybe just that list of pre-programmed modes?"

"Programmed Modes include... Horny Housewife; Latina Lover; Jersey Slut; Pornstar Princess; French Maid; Long-lost Stepsister; Hogtied Harlot; Carnival Worker; Horse Cock Guzzl--"

"Woah, okay there," Carter said quickly. "Someone has some weird fetishes," he muttered, glancing at the wall and room beyond. He'd seen the fat man manhandling a high-end rental doll out of the elevator when they'd arrived earlier.

"It's probably a bit cliché, but I think I'll try out the Pornstar Princess Mode," he said, sitting down confidently, as the blonde living sex doll subtly changed to a more relaxed pose as befitted an experienced pornstarlet. He grinned with glee as the slunk down on top him, pressing her huge breasts against his face.

"After all, we've got a whole week to try out the more... interesting options, don't we, Agent?"

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Is this the End of the Bionic Bombshell, Agent 69?... 

Probably not.

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Well, there it is, hope you all enjoyed it, even if it is a bit longer than my usual captions.

Truth is, I get rather tired of having to delete things just to get my text to fit a given picture; I always end up trimming away ideas I like.

And this Bionic-Woman idea has a lot more potential, to me; I left out some fun concepts that might show up if I ever write a follow-up, or a full-blown story version. Concepts like a nuclear-reactor buttplug to power her super-strong musculature, and maybe some body-augmenting abilities, like auto-inflating implants. That sort of fun stuff. ;-)