"Some superhero you turned out to be," I smirked, looking down at the man on the floor left wearing nothing but his tights, boots, and large goggles that masked half his face. The man, the superhero known as Omega, said nothing and did nothing. After all, he can't anyway.
Or rather, it can't. Responding to what he (or it) detected as a cry for help, Omega quickly dashed towards my house. But the moment he stepped in, a specially-generated electromagnetic field started scrambling his circuits, preventing him from moving, calling for help, or even processing data properly. That was how I easily got him practically naked without a fight.
I knelt beside the immobile android and felt the back of his head for a port. I couldn't resist and give the robot a deep kiss until I finally found what I needed. I plugged in my computer's cable and heard a speaker inside his chest ding and softly say "External device connected." I just waited for a few minutes for my worm to insert new programming into his scrambled systems. Soon enough, I could see his cock rising underneath his tight tights even while the rest of his body and even his face remained completely frozen.
That was all the sign I needed that I already had full control of Omega. Soon enough, I was fucking the robot like there's no tomorrow, an obedient and servile super machine at my beck and call. He'll soon leave to make his superhero rounds and that's just fine. He'll come back home every day to what he now knows is his owner. Other than those changes, it'll function completely like before. Unlike other greedy and small-minded supervillains, I'm content with my secret lifestyle as a super brainiac. All I need is a collection of reprogrammed superhero robots under my control. And that, last I checked, isn't really a crime.
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