An Enlightened Defeat (Tekken)

An Enlightened Defeat (Tekken)

A/N: An Enlightened Defeat was a commissioned one shot originally written back in March of 2021. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!

Summary: In which Alisa Bosconovitch gets in over her pretty little head... and promptly loses it. But all's well that ends well as she learns the true joy of defeat.

Themes: Inhuman Sex, Disembodied Sex, Mind Break

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It was supposed to be a stealth mission. And to be fair, Alisa Bosconovitch was treating it like one... mostly. The gorgeous, human-looking robot girl had already dealt with the digital side of things. Hacking into the electronics, putting all of the security cameras in the facility on a loop. It was a low security place anyways, so it wasn't like it was particularly hard.

And there certainly wasn't supposed to be anything more than that. However, as it turned out, Alisa hadn't considered the PHYSICAL security of the place. Which is how the pink-haired robot girl found herself casually sauntering around a corner, only to lock eyes with a security guard who'd just entered the room from the other side. for new novels

The two of them freeze up for a moment at the sight of one another. Alisa has to admit, the guard is a hunky looking fellow. With a broad chest and muscles for days, he hits all of the recently sexually awoken robot girl's buttons. She's discovered in current times that she has a thing for beefcakes, and he definitely qualifies as that, especially with how his shirt clings to his upper body with distinct stretching relish.

Still, he's the enemy, a bad guy, and Alisa is here to steal information from his employers, which puts them somewhat at odds with one another. When his hand darts down to his walkie talkie, the robot girl has to think fast in order to keep him from alerting the entire facility to her presence. Bringing her hands in front of her and clasping them together, Alisa does a little bounce, causing her chest to bounce and jiggle with her as she lets out a breathless, airy laugh.

"What? Going to call for back up, just for lil ole me? Can't handle one little girl all by yourself?"

Of course, there's nothing little about Alisa. She might have a youthful appearance, but her body was all woman. Initially, she hadn't known how to feel about the fact that she had a voluptuous, curvaceous figure, along with proper female genitalia, and even a fully functioning reproductive system. In the end, she just decided to embrace it. It made her feel more human, in the end, for all that she was distinctly robotic all over.

These days, after everything that she'd been through, Alisa had grown accustomed to her fat tits and her thicc ass. And she'd also grown accustomed to using them to her advantage, to get what she wanted and to completely distract and beguile her foes. As she hopes it will, her assets help her here too, with the security guard's eyes darting down to her tits for a moment before he slowly draws his hand away from his walkie talkie.

A lecherous grin spreads across his face, and yet he still curls his hands into fists and lifts them up, presenting a fighter's stance for her. For her part, Alisa grins right back. This guy... he really is in over his head, even if she doesn't know it. He might be beefy, he might be buff, but he clearly doesn't know who she is or what she's capable of.

Giggling yet again, Alisa deigns to show him, activating the thrusters in her back and rushing forward incredibly fast, her own fist raised to end the fight before it can even properly begin. She'll knock him out and stash him away somewhere and-

The security guard's eyes widen, and then to her surprise... he dodges. It's a smooth, trained motion, and he still barely manages to get out of the way in time, but he DOES get out of the way, leaving Alisa's fist stuck in the wall behind him. As she tugs at it, gritting her teeth and trying to free herself, his presence looms beside her, and Alisa turns to see him rise to his full height as he realizes she's momentarily disabled.

She's just starting to raise her leg in time to kick out at him, when the big beefy fist he's been winding up is let loose, right into her face... and pops her head clean off.

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As the darkness begins to fade and Alisa's eyes flutter open again after a forced reboot, the pinkette has to spend a moment putting together what's going on, what she's feeling... because honestly, she's feeling a lot at the moment. Before she can reconcile that however, she has to reconcile the perspective she finds herself with.

She's not used to being so close to the ground... and it takes a long moment to realize what's happened as she tries to lift herself up but to no avail. She's been detached from her body and is currently just a head that somehow ended up landing on the circular stump of her neck. Her chin is a mere inch away from the solid steel floor beneath her.

Meanwhile her body... well, that has a lot to do with all of the sensations she's currently experiencing. Even with her head detached from her body, she can still feel everything. She can even still move her body around. Unfortunately, that isn't very useful for her right now, because currently her headless form is being pinned down, ass up, neck-stump to the floor... and being penetrated vaginally from behind.

A reluctant, baffled moan leaves Alisa's lips as she finally manages to focus on what's happening a dozen or so feet away from her. Over there, right below the hole she'd been in the wall with her fist before being decapitated by one single strike, is her body... and the man who'd done this to her. The big beefy nameless security guard who'd managed to take her down had wasted no time in the wake of her forced reboot.

In the fifteen minutes she'd been out, he'd stripped off her uniform, tossing it aside and leaving her headless body in northing but it's birthday suit. He was now fucking her from behind and looking like he was enjoying himself immensely, his big, thick, fat cock filling up her insides in a way none of her other scant few partners had been able to do for the robot girl before.

He was still her enemy though, and as she moans; she alerts him to the fact that she's woken up. Grinning over at her, the beefcake chuckles.

"Finally awake I see. And able to enjoy what I'm doing to you too, it looks like. I knew you'd be a fucking slut, deep down inside. Just had to pull it up out of you."

The robot girl loses track of the orgasms, of the explosive climaxes. But she's certainly still aware when the beefcake of a security guard finally blows his load inside of her, cumming deep inside of her artificial, but also fully functional womb. He slams up into her as he does it, and Alisa's eyes roll back in her disembodied head, her tongue lolling out and even touching the floor that she's sat on as she adopts a truly fucked silly expression, ahegaoing on the spot.

When she comes back to herself, she can feel an emptiness in her creampied quim, and it's because he's pulled out of her and is now striding over to her with his messy cock bobbing with every step, her arms still held in his hands loosely. There's a moment where Alisa thinks she might be able to take him down, he's not holding her limbs properly and if she struck then and there, she could disable him and see about reassembling herself.

She could forget this entire humiliating encounter, and nothing like it would ever... happen... again. In the end, the pink-haired robot girl lets the opportunity pass her by, instead watching in silence as he approaches and stops right in front of her, lifting up her arms so her hands are on either side of her disembodied head.

"Pick yourself up and clean me off with that mouth of yours."

The ultimate humiliation... being forced to use her own lips and tongue as a washcloth for his messy dick. It was degrading, it was dehumanizing, it was simply uncouth... and yet, Alisa reaches out for her head and grabs hold all the same, lifting herself up off of the floor and bringing her mouth to his cock. Looking up into her conqueror's eyes, Alisa begins to suck and slobber all over her cock, slurping away at it as she cleans him off with the sort of mechanical precision only a gynoid could possibly pull off.

He groans as she gets to work, tilting his head back and enjoying the moment. Once again, Alisa sees an opportunity to defeat him and escape. Once again, the robot girl doesn't take it. She's already lost in every way that matters. She doesn't want this to end, she doesn't want to forget this happened... she can't go back to the way things were before.

And so, she sucks off the beefcake security guard's messy cock, and once he's done using her as his own personal cleaning rag, he looks at her for a long moment, considering.

"... If I put you back together, are you gonna be a good girl?"

Frankly, Alisa didn't realize that would be an option. It was pretty shameful, but she'd been perfectly willing to spend the rest of her days as a disembodied head, disconnected from her body as she acted the part of this man's helpful sexbot. Considering his words for a moment, Alisa blinks as she eventually finds her answer.

"... I-It would be best for both of us if you reassembled me and allowed me to c-complete my mission."

His eyes narrow at that, but she's quick to explain herself.

"If you tell your superiors about me, t-they'll just take me away from you. But if you j-join me and help me complete my mission, w-we can both leave here... and none of my f-friends will think anything of it. T-Then we can start a relationship, i-if you want."

She realizes how dumb that statement is a moment later. A relationship? When she didn't even know his name? Staring down at her calculatingly for a moment, the security guard finally grins, and then, almost as if he's reading her mind, he introduces himself.

"The name's Adam... and yeah, I think I'd like that."

He sets about reassembling her, and while Alisa could have once again lashed out, knocked him unconscious, and continued her mission from there once she was fully assembled... that's not what she does. Instead, the moment her head and arms are back in their proper places, Alisa latches onto her new lover. Boyfriend didn't feel appropriate for what he was to her. Maybe... sexual conqueror instead? He'd taken her and opened her eyes to a new form of pleasure based on utter humiliation and complete helplessness.

As they walk deeper into the facility together, encountering no other guards and then easily exfiltrating with the information that Alisa came for in the first place, Alisa can't wait for more. She can't wait to be her conqueror's helpless little headless sex doll once again. She's discovered a love for being disembodied, for being half-disassembled and then fucked without being able to do a thing about it.

She wants more, and she knows Adam will give it to her, that he's also discovered a taste for using her. The way he slips a hand down under her skirt and fingers her from behind as they make their way through the facility is evidence of that.

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