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Carnevil 5
Professor Grobyc’s Monstrous Mechanical Marvels
By RogueFX
©Copyright 2020 – RogueFX – Used by Permission
Storycodes: F, Transform, Robots, Horror, cons, nc
Towering over the entrance to one of the larger group of tents, a large brass robot turned its head back and forth, examining the crowd moving through the Carnevil. Round glass eyes glowed red as its mechanical voice boomed out.
“Step up and join us to experience the wonders, the excitement, the fear, of Professor Rybcog’s Monstrous Mechanical Marvels.” Its heavy metal arm swung down to point at the ticket booth. “Taste the tantalising terrors of his devices, gape in awe at the exquisitely geared mechanisms.”
The robots arms clicked back to its sides then with a mechanical rattle they rose in the air and the spiel roared out again.
Kathy and Jenn tried texting Penny again. “She complains that we’re late, then can’t be bothered to answer,” Kathy exclaimed.
“Too busy having fun,” Jen replied. “So, we gonna give this one a try?”
“Yeah, it looks cool.”
The pair stepped up to the booth.
“Two tickets, please.” Jenn felt a little stupid saying “please” to the brass robot in the booth.
The red glass eyes lit up, its head turning towards her as a metallic sounding voice said, “insert 6 tokens please,” it’s square jaw moving in time to the voice as a drawer popped open in the booth.
She put the cash in the drawer which slid shut, two tickets popping from a slot as the robot said, “Please take your tickets, thank you.” With a click the red eyes dimmed.
Giggling, the pair headed into the tent.
The first exhibit was a pair of mechanical arms attached to a cylindrical brass body. Brass rods pistoned back and forth moving the arms like human muscles. The exquisitely crafted mechanical fingers smoothly over the keys of an old fashioned organ. The haunting notes of the Bach Toccata in D minor flowed from the organ.
“I wonder if it knows anything by the Foo Fighters,” Jenn laughed.
The next booth was darkened, Kathy screamed as a brass robot lumbered slowly towards her. It looked a toy robot made of jointed rectangular tubes for arms and legs, a square body with flashing lights on its chest and a boxy head with green glowing eyes, and a grin made of the same glowing lights. It would have looked cute if it hadn’t been eight feet tall. It bowed stiffly then held out a hand for her to shake.
Kathy looked at Jenn who said, “Don’t be a wuss, shake its hand.”
Tentatively she reached out her hand to the robot, who grasped it. Her hand looked very small and fragile engulfed in the hard metal hand but it held hers very gently and shook it up and down. It spoke, its voice deep and resonant: “I am robot 69, pleased to meet you,” then released her hand and moved back into its enclosure.
Jenn giggled at the name, “someone has a bad sense of humour.”
Kathy grinned “yeah, I wouldn’t fancy a 69 with him.”
They moved on while Robot 69’s head turned to follow them.
Both shrieked at the sight of a mechanical spider weaving a web of glimmering brass thread between the walls of the next cubicle, before moving quickly on.
“That was lame, not scary at all,” Jenn lied.
“Yeah, then how come you were first to run?” Kathy laughed.
“WTF, you passed me, wimp.”
“Who cares, lets see what’s next”.
The next booth held a mysterious machine with lights flashing, cogs rotating one way then the other, metal rods had glowing blue electric arcs moving along their length, sparks jumped from Van der Graaf generators.
“It looks cool but what’s it doing?”
A noise sounded behind them, Kathy turned, “wow, look at that.”
Jenn turned. “Shit.”
A robot came down the corridor, but it was nothing like the others they’d seen so far.
It was all smooth glistening brass curves, definitely female, hips swinging from side to side as it sashayed past them.
Kathy turned, watching the robot. She felt a shiver run through her. She couldn’t resist reaching out to run her fingers along the smooth hip and ass as it passed by her and into a narrow gap between the exhibits. “Lets see where it goes.”
Trailing the gleaming robot, they went down the passage till they came to a ‘No Admission’ Sign.
“Okay, we’d better go back.”
“Jenn, come on, I want to see where it goes.”
“I’m not going through there,” Jenn said, turning around and going back along the corridor.
Kathy looked angrily at her friend, said, “Well I’m going,” then stomped past the sign in a huff, “You never want to have fun,” she said to herself.
Jenn felt a little guilty for leaving Kathy but she wasn’t going to get kicked out.
She wandered through the other exhibits. Some were enigmatic, others cryptic, even incomprehensible but always brass.
But the next seemed strangely familiar.
Another female brass robot lay on a platform held in place by silver bands then covered in a clear perspex tube with more metal bands over it and a metal globe hanging above. Old fashioned tubes were plugged into sockets at each end of the platform with wires running to a large control board full of switches and levers. From there they ran to a brass throne like chair.
The whole scene felt so familiar but she just couldn’t place it.
“Maybe if I look from another angle” Jenn thought, climbing over the rope at the front of the scene.
Running her hands over the perspex, she scanned the equipment around her. A memory nagged at her but still refused to form.
Moving further she examined the throne.
The metal felt oddly warm, smooth, it seemed to call to her.
She felt a strong desire to sit, to feel the metal on her bare skin.
As if in a dream she felt herself pulling her shirt over her head, dropping her jeans.
Her bra and panties followed leaving her naked as she sat upon the throne.
She placed her arms on to the armrests, the gleaming brass only slightly lighter than her skin as she settled back into the grasp of the throne. The seat was shaped, and the smooth curve parted her thighs, moving her legs, drawing them out.
“Clack.”
A large switch on the main panel clicked into place.
A low hum filled the room, a deep throbbing vibration she could feel through her entire body.
Light began to glow in the tubes at the head and feet of the robot, pulsing in time to the vibration.
The globe above it began to pulse, the silver bars became an intense silvery glow, a curtain of electric blue light moved from its feet to its head then back again.
Jenn watched, fascinated by the lights, by the feelings running through her. Felt the ridge of the seat press against her hot sex, parting her labia, sending the vibrations through her, teasing each nerve end, making her nipples stand out so very hard.
A curtain of light now moved over her. As it moved over her the feelings intensified tenfold bringing a gasp to her lips. As it moved she saw her deep brown skin take on a metallic gleam that faded slowly.
With each pass the change escalated, the metallic gleam lasted longer.
Her body trembled with the first orgasm.
The light passed over her sex, building the feelings again, and she moaned.
She saw the outline of joints appear at her knees and hips, then her waist then her wrists and elbows.
The light was moving much faster now, her orgasms matching it. She looked down at her gleaming brass skin, her breasts changed into glistening brass domes capped with brass nubs.
She felt numbers filling her mind 1s and 0s, 1s and 0s, so many, permeating every nerve cell, draining her will, changing her. With one final cry, half human, half machine, at the intensity of the orgasm burning through her, the programming was complete. The lights faded leaving a glistening brass robot sitting on the throne, waiting patiently for its first command.
Kathy heard none of this. She was following the robot glittering in the low light as it walked.
She was deep within the complex of tents, having lost track of the path she took.
The robot passed through another curtain. This one carried the sign, Maintenance Area. No Admittance.
Kathy followed.
Inside were several large pods about the size of an open vertical suntanning booth each with a robot standing inside.
She walked around each humming machine, watching, intricate arms swirl around each robot with automated precision adjusting joints, replacing panels. A swift clattering behind her made Kathy jump as another robot pushed a cart full of parts towards the machines. It stopped, opening a panel in one of the machines, and started loading parts into holding slots.
Kathy stepped to the cart, picked up an arm panel and held it up, studying the smooth curves. Pressing it against her forearm, it seemed to suck on her flesh as it became a second skin. Kathy shuddered as she looked at her glistening arm. What would it be like to be so polished, so smooth, so perfect? she thought.
The humming on the furthest machine changed its pitch, and two rods moved up between the robot’s legs, sliding into the receptacles there. Another change, and the robots eyes flashed red, then green, before finally changing to a subtle golden hue. The rods retracted and the robot stepped out of the machine before heading past Kathy and out through the doorway.
Standing before the booth, Kathy was suddenly surprised by the feel of two metal hands on her waist. They firmly pushed her into the booth.
Clamps locked onto her ankles and waist while rods with glowing red eyes scanned her.
The booth’s arms suddenly swung into action, cutting away her clothes.
Panels opened in the booth, the arms moved pulling out robot parts. Kathy tried to grab the arms as they fitted brass covers over her calves, then lifted her feet to encase them in high-heeled metal covers. Her lower legs tingled, not unpleasantly. The tingling moved higher as more parts were fitted to her thighs, encasing them in the hard cold metal. More parts swung out, first covering her belly, then her back. She tried to pull them off but her hands were quickly immobilized and covered in shiny metal. Next, a carefully shaped panel was pressed against her breasts.
Now, only her sex and head were uncovered. She could feel pins and needles through her skin, a crawling feeling beneath the robotic covering, and an unexplainable heat building within her.
Two clamps grasped her head and she felt a cold liquid rubbed over her hair. Her short blonde hair fell away by the handful as more arms moved over head, massaging her scalp. She felt cold metal pressing against the back of her head.
Fear flooded through her as she stared into the inside of one of the robot faces as it moved closer to her. The mask clicked into place. She could feel it against her skin, could feel the same tingling sensation moving over her skin. A voice appeared inside her head: “Link established, awaiting activation, awaiting power units.”
She tried to speak, to ask, “Waiting for what?” but the robotic suit that encased her held her rigid.
The humming that had surrounded her during all this changed, changed to the sound she had heard as the rods appeared. She realised that only her crotch remained free of metal, then felt the first rod pushed into her ass, then the second slipping deep into her sex. Energy exploded through her, centred on her sex then radiating out in intense pulses. Her mind was blasted by the intensity of the orgasm that came with each pulse. As the pleasure kept increasing she was barely aware of the voice inside her head. “Activating, converting, assimilating.”
The humming stopped, the lights within the robot eyes flashed red, green, then settled to a golden glow. The robot stepped from the machine, its polished brass body gleaming under the subdued lighting, and walked off down the corridor.
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