by Logan Jacobs
I continued to pump my hips into her, and I pressed the android woman into the table with each thrust. She had to hold on to the table just to keep herself stable, and she was experiencing so many new sensations that she couldn’t seem to form words anymore. Her tight pussy squeezed and vibrated against me until I couldn’t take it anymore, either.
With one final, powerful thrust, I came inside of her and completely filled her insides with my seed. I felt her shudder again beneath me as she let out another wordless scream as she came again right along with me.
There was nowhere for our combined juices to go, so my cream ended up leaking out of her like a waterfall. It made for a very satisfying image to see, and she raised her head up slightly so that she could watch my seed leak from her tight tunnel.
“I will fix that so I do not leak your precious sperm,” she whispered.
“I kind of like watching it pour out of you.” I untangled her legs from my shoulders and let her relax against the work table as I cleaned myself off. I noticed as soon as her hands let go of the worktable that the side of it had been entirely crushed as she’d lost control of her strength during one of her orgasms.
“Did I please you well, Creator?” she asked as she sat up and my cum dripped from her slit.
“You’re perfect, Aileen,” I replied as I stroked my hand against her cheek. “This was a very welcome surprise.”
“I am glad,” she said with a smile that still seemed a bit shorted out.
“And this skin of yours is nearly perfect as well,” I said as I finally looked over her skin covering from a more clinical perspective. “We’ll need to fine-tune it a little bit and find you some suitable clothing, but I imagine that very soon you’ll be able to join us outside as a fully fledged human.”
Better than human, really. I felt incredibly satisfied by her in all regards.
“Of course,” she replied. “I look forward to that day.”
As much as an android woman could, I supposed. But Aileen also seemed very satisfied in her ability to please me, and I knew she would be a lot less pouty about joining us now that her skin was nearly perfected. I had a feeling that she’d only been so insistent because she’d wanted to physically satisfy me, and now that she’d achieved that, she would probably be satisfied herself for a while.
I intended to remain in the basement with Aileen for a while to test out a few more capabilities of her skin as well as to adjust the sensitivity sensors in it, but a knock at the door on the basement interrupted my thoughts.
“Miles?” Norma called from the other side. “Um, you should come upstairs, and fast. There’s something you need to see.”
My assistant sounded nervous, so I left Aileen to finish cleaning up and making adjustments to her skin and went to join the women upstairs.
The living room television was on, and Elizabeth and Penumbra both leaned forward on the couch as they watched it. As I approached, my dark-haired girlfriend turned around, and her turquoise-blue eyes looked furious.
“Optimo just called a press conference in Pinnacle City,” she told me. “He said it has to do with Grayville and the Shadow Knight.”
I frowned, and all my satisfaction in the basement with Aileen suddenly vanished at the mention of the leader of the Wardens. I leaned over the back of the couch, while Norma stood beside me and clenched her fists at her sides.
“Do you think he’s going to out us?” Norma asked as she chewed on her lip.
“Optimo knows who you are?” Penumbra asked as she turned to look at me.
“I don’t think he’ll out us, but yes, he does know my identity,” I admitted. “He won’t out us because we’d retaliate by outing Slade.”
“But the world takes everything Optimo says as a fact,” Elizabeth said as she turned her attention back to the screen and turned the volume up. “This won’t be good.”
We all fell silent at the same time as the crowd on the screen, just as Optimo took the stage behind a podium. His suit was ridiculously tight across his chiseled body, his chin looked like it was the same shape as a brick, and his smile was almost as bright as the sun.
I disliked him even more than the Shadow Knight.
“It has come to my attention that there is a dangerous vigilante roaming the streets of Grayville,” the leader of the Wardens said in his authoritative, booming voice. “For the past several weeks, I have been working with my good friend and ally the Shadow Knight to track down and remove this vigilante from operation.”
“Bullshit,” Norma cursed.
“It doesn’t matter how much he lies, everyone will believe him,” I said. “It’s all going to be bullshit, but we need to hear what he’s saying.”
“The footage you have all seen of the Shadow Knight and this dangerous vigilante on the bridge has been doctored and altered by the perpetrator himself to make him look like the hero,” Optimo continued. “He is not a hero. He commits murders and horrific acts of terrorism, and he must be stopped at all costs.”
An image of me in my helmeted suit appeared on the screen behind Optimo.
“We will find you, Evil Genius,” he announced as he looked directly into the camera. “And you will be brought to justice. You are on my radar.”
The image of my suit changed to footage of the fight with the Shadow Knight on the bridge, but the images were obviously doctored to make the Shadow Knight appear like he was in the right. Well, it was obvious to me, but Optimo’s people had done a good job of making the video look real.
He had managed to adjust it so it looked like I was the one who had attacked the news drone, and not the Shadow Knight. He also changed it so that it looked like Dynamo and I had been trying to push the bus off of the bridge and that the Shadow Knight had stopped us, rather than the other way around.
“That’s so obviously fake!” Penumbra shouted. “How could anyone believe that?”
“Because it’s Optimo,” Elizabeth sighed. “Anything Optimo says is taken as fact.”
“But that isn’t fair,” the blonde said.
“I’ll keep pushing the social media campaign in response,” I said with a shrug. “But I doubt it’ll be as effective now.”
“I think he has more to say,” Norma said with a nod toward the television.
“The Shadow Knight has been the sole protector of Grayville for years,” Optimo continued as the screen went back to him instead of the doctored footage. “And he has the full support of my Wardens to rid the city of this dangerous vigilante. We recommend that if you see this evil genius at work, that you report it to the Warden hotline listed at the bottom of the screen. Together, we can help the Shadow Knight keep Grayville safe from this dangerous terrorist.”
A number appeared at the bottom of the screen, and I rolled my eyes.
“I’ll have Aileen flood that with false flags later,” I scoffed. “But it probably doesn’t even actually work. It’s just a way to call the citizens to action against us.”
“We also believe that this vigilante has blackmailed the superheroines Dynamo and Penumbra to work with him,” Optimo continued. “This man is dangerous and cannot be trusted. We will do all that we can to ensure he does not bring any further harm to Grayville.”
He went on to allow the press to ask questions, but I didn’t really care about that.
“I can’t believe he actually went to Optimo,” Elizabeth exhaled. “How could he sink that low?”
“He’s trying to kill us, so I can totally believe he’d sink that low,” I said. “The Shadow Knight is desperate, and he feels like we’ve backed him into a corner.”
“Do you think Optimo will actually show up here?” Norma frowned. “Even with Beacon and Penumbra to help, I don’t think we could defeat him.”
“I don’t think he will,” I said. “If he was going to show up personally, he’d have made that press conference from Grayville and not from Pinnacle City. But we’re going to need to handle the Shadow Knight quickly, just in case Optimo changes his mind a
nd decides he wants to show up after all.”
“It would take a lot for Optimo to leave Pinnacle City, so you’re right that we probably are okay for now,” Elizabeth said. “But the Shadow Knight must have promised him something in return for his help, so we should be careful.”
“I wonder what it was…” Penumbra said. “I know Optimo has been trying to get the Shadow Knight to rejoin the Wardens for a while now, but I don’t think he’d agree to that, no matter how desperate he is.”
“It doesn’t really matter.” I shrugged. “What matters is how much assistance Optimo gave him. If it’s just this press conference, then we can handle it.”
“What else could Optimo have offered?” Norma asked. “Do you think he’ll send other Wardens over to help the Shadow Knight?”
“Slade would never accept that,” Penumbra said. “It must have taken a lot just for him to ask Optimo for help at all. He wouldn’t allow the Wardens to invade his city, too.”
“Optimo throws a bit of a wrench into our plans, but I agree with Penumbra,” I said. “I don’t think Slade would accept any physical assistance, so I think it’s just the media campaign. We know that the Shadow Knight never touched social media before, so he needed Optimo’s help to repair his reputation.”
“He needed to make you look bad, so then if he gets rid of you, it won’t completely ruin him in the eyes of the public,” Elizabeth said. “It’s still… really dirty.”
“Yeah, I don’t like it,” Penumbra sighed. “He must be really desperate.”
“We need to get into his lair to see what else he has planned-- and soon,” I said and then thought more on what else we could do to combat this new tactic of the Shadow Knight’s.
I would have to figure out a response for Aileen’s bots to spam over social media, and that meant I would probably need her to reverse-engineer the clips they’d doctored to prove they were fake. It would take some effort, but it was definitely worth doing, since nothing would be able to combat Optimo’s words except for actual proof.
And even though I hadn’t thought it was possible, my opinion of the Shadow Knight had sunk even lower now that I knew he must have begged Optimo for help. I couldn’t even imagine what he must have promised him in return, but it meant that we would need to be even more alert than usual for anything devious that Slade might try. If he was willing to ask Optimo for help, he’d be willing to try anything to defeat me.
It was almost as flattering as the name that Optimo had used for me in his press conference: Evil Genius.
I wasn’t sure why they kept trying to use that as an insult. I was more than ready to adopt the name as my own at this point.
“Alright,” I exhaled as I ran a hand through my hair. “Let’s go over everything we have on the Shadow Knight so far and his movements. We need a plan.”
And we needed a fucking good one.
Chapter 10
As much as I hated to admit it, the Shadow Knight’s plan to have Optimo speak up for him had worked better than I’d thought it would.
My social media campaign had hit a dead-end, since no matter how many bots I could push around, the leader of the Wardens had nearly a billion people that hung onto his every word. His follower count was too big to be eclipsed by my own viral campaign, and although I could easily beat Slade in a social media fight since he had no presence at all, I knew I was fighting a losing battle against Optimo’s legions of loyal followers.
“Looks like our bots are getting mobbed by Optimo’s rabid fans,” I said as I scrolled through the main computer terminal in the basement. “Nobody seems to care about our proof that his version of the clips has been changed.”
“That is true for most people, but it is not true for all accounts,” Aileen commented from where she stood beside me. “My calculations show that our version of events has something of a cult following, but only from accounts that do not follow any of Optimo’s media.”
Sadly, my robotic assistant’s skin covering still needed several adjustments and tune-ups before she could wear it outside of the basement, so she was back to her usual chrome-covered self. I expected that she would be able to wear her skin full-time once we were finished with the Shadow Knight, but until then, our upgrades had to be focused on the supersuits for my team members and me.
“Unfortunately, it looks like just about everyone who likes superheroes also follows Optimo,” I said as I opened up Aileen’s social media statistics in another window.
“It also appears that our accounts are getting mass-banned by several different platforms,” Aileen added.
“Is it an accident, or were our bots discovered?” I asked.
“Neither,” my AI system replied. “It seems that any account who tries to call out Optimo’s doctored footage is being banned, so our accounts are not the only ones.”
“He must have paid off the companies or something,” I snickered, “or he used Slade’s money to pay them off.”
“It is unfortunate, but in the past several days since Optimo’s press conference, there has been a noticeable change in opinion,” Aileen said.
This was part of the reason why I’d always despised superheroes who became social media phenomenons. The public’s opinion was so fickle that they had to do more and more absurd things just to keep themselves in the spotlight. For someone like Optimo, it was stupidly easy to adjust public opinion with just a few doctored clips because his followers would shut down any opposition.
“Forget the Shadow Knight for now,” I sighed. “Just focus the bots on spreading dirt on Slade Industries.”
“Slade has recently made an announcement of a press conference of his own in a few days to address their recent downswing,” Aileen informed me, “as well as to address the matter of the prison.”
“Hm,” I said and then opened the link to the article about the Slade Industry investor meeting and press conference. “So it did work. That’s good, at least.”
“It gives you a window of time to infiltrate Slade’s lair,” Aileen said.
“That’s really what we wanted,” I said with a shrug. “Keep buying up shares of his company in small batches. We’ll need those later.”
“Understood, Creator,” Aileen replied. “But you would still like me to also focus the bots on Slade Industries?”
“Yeah, go for it,” I said. “It can’t hurt to keep the heat on him. And Optimo can’t help him with that, since that would mean he would have to reveal to the world that Slade and Shadow Knight are the same person.”
“Slade does not appear to have reached that point of desperation yet,” Aileen agreed. “Otherwise your identity would also already be public knowledge.”
I didn’t like that both Slade and Optimo knew my identity, and I knew I would have to kill both of them eventually if I wanted to continue doing this long-term, but it would be a hell of a lot easier to kill Slade first. Even with a full team of heroes, I didn’t think I’d be able to defeat Optimo.
Not yet, anyway.
But everyone has a weakness, and that was true for even the mightiest man on Earth.
“Keep an eye on the Wardens’ movements while you’re at it,” I told my robotic assistant. “I doubt Optimo will send any of his men over to help the Shadow Knight, but I don’t want to risk going in unprepared on the off-chance that he does.”
“Affirmative,” Aileen replied. “Though there has been no change in their behavior or lineup since the press conference.”
“Let’s hope it stays that way,” I sighed. “Any other updates?”
“Nothing else since Optimo’s press conference,” she said. “But I expect that will change once Slade’s own conference is over.”
“We don’t really need to bother with that one,” I scoffed. “I doubt I’ll even watch it after we’re done with his lair. The press conference is just in case we royally screw up and something alerts him to intruders, so that way, we’ll be able to know the moment that he leaves to try and catch us in his lair.”
/> “But you do not make mistakes, Creator,” Aileen purred in a way that reminded me of the last time we’d been down in the basement alone together.
“It’s always good to have a backup plan,” I said and gave her a pat on her chrome-plated ass.
I turned to face the rest of my basement workshop to consider what was left to do. Before we faced off against the Shadow Knight himself, I wanted to ensure that everyone’s suits were as upgraded as I could possibly manage to make them, and that included Beacon and Penumbra’s suits.
I had a few ideas on how to upgrade both of their suits as well as my own, Norma’s, and Dynamo’s. There were a few days between now and when Slade would hold his press conference, so there was plenty of time to work on my ideas, but I didn’t see any reason why I couldn’t start the upgrades now.
“Forget the social media thing for now,” I told Aileen. “Let’s work on some upgrades instead.”
“As you wish, Creator,” my android assistant said and made her way over to stand across from me around one of the many work tables. “But I am capable of carrying out more than one function at once.”
“Sure, knock yourself out,” I laughed.
“You wish me to knock myself--”
“No, not like that,” I said with a little eye roll at how literally the android could take things. “If you want to work on the social media stuff while we also work on suit upgrades, you go right ahead.”
“I understand,” Aileen replied. “It is human slang, to knock yourself out.”
“Yup,” I laughed. “Now, why don’t we work on Beacon’s suit first? He’ll need reinforcement around his ribs and his wrist to account for his injuries.”
“It may be a good idea to reinforce those areas regardless,” Aileen said. “It is statistically likely that he will be injured in those places again, based on his fighting style.”
Aileen was right that it would be a good idea to add extra protection to those areas since Beacon was more of a hand-to-hand combat kind of guy. After all, he’d been trained by the Shadow Knight, and Slade preferred not to use guns, other long-ranged weapons, or anything else fun.
