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Maid for Infiltration

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What is a domineering, sneaky, kinky, roboticizing anthropomorphic robotic female raptor to do when you're locked in a struggle with a domineering, kinky, sneaky roboticizing anthropomorphic male robotic lizard? You sneak into his city and get close and strike! At least that's the plan, though it's not that easy.

Crisis has delved into several options to get close to Croc and take him out. She's sent her minions, tried to draw him out, nothing worked, but then a stroke of luck. Croc was doing some 'spring cleaning' as it was and trying out a few new services within his empire, one of which was a new maid service to work at his Croc tower. Crisis having been the only one to her city and come back still be herself decided that this was the opportunity she's been waiting for. A few minor hacks and suddenly the maid service was in need of a few new robot maids to work at his tower.

Crisis' smooth emerald green robotic body had to go through a few minor tweaks to her looks in order to sneak into the city and apply for this job position. She had to change her eye color from the traditional blue to red, along with her gem on her tri-feather head crest, all turned from blue to red, to match the few other models that were similar to her own. Last time she snuck into Croc's city she managed to get herself altered in an upgrade of one of Croc's prototypes, all of this gave her an extra advantage over her own minions.

Crisis walked the streets of Neo Robia as she has done before, secretly studying and admiring her rival's work, at how he's crafted such a clean and efficient city with a mix of organics and robots calling this place home. She blends in perfectly avoiding the guard robots that have snatched her minions and reprogrammed them to serve Croc, or if they were organic to be either hypnotized, mind washed or even nano-synthesized into his newest robotic minions... of course she does that too with his forces but that's besides the point.

Crisis makes her way to the maid service happily named "Squeaky Maid" a robotic maid service. Crisis walks into the building as she sees a robotic fox sitting at the receptionist, dressed in a tight and revealing black rubber maid uniform with a red center.

"I can see why Croc picked these as his newest maid service," thinks Crisis as she approaches the receptionist.

"Hello there, I am here to apply for a position as a maid, my name is Crisis and you should have already received our resume," says Crisis as the receptionist looks over her, her red robotic eyes going up and down sizing her up for a good minute before respond.

"Yes, yes and let me tell you now based on what we received and what I see here, you'll be a perfect addition to our family. Master Croc has been looking for several raptors for his maid service and yet there are just so few around. You'd think if he wanted more he'd just build more, but alas that is not so," she says.

"Isn't that the truth, though I guess his laziness is my gain," replies Crisis with a soft chuckle.

"That it is," says the fox with a smile, "Since I see no reason not to hire you why don't you head down the hallway there. There will be one of your fellow raptors there and she can get you started. Her name is Krisis with a K, seems Croc has an affinity to name a lot of you raptors after his archrival Crisis," says the fox.

"Yes it does appear that way," she says with a smirk as she thinks, _"Just makes it easier for me to infiltrate without a need of a name change, soon Croc I shall defeat you and I won't have to see your stupid croc symbol anymore."_Crisis makes her way down the hallway stopping in front of a black and dark blue metallic skin raptor of the near exact model as herself, save for a few minor differences, one noticeable piece being instead of Crisis' own tri feather head crest she has a single one aiming up in the air with a red gem at the base. She's in a rubber maid outfit much like the fox but where there is red for the fox, it's pink for her. A red gem necklace hangs right above her cleavage that sparkles in the light.

"Hello there," says Krisis with a big grin on her muzzle.

"You must be Crisis... that's Crisis with a C, I'm the newest member of the crew, I was told to come to you to get ready."

"Ah, congratulations, it's good to see another sexy face around here. The company got the job and then was told raptors only for the gig, and we have been sorely need of new raptors to fill the ranks, come let me get you suited in your new uniform, I am sure you'll look lovely in it," says Krisis with a smile as she guides Crisis into the room behind her. Inside was a clothing rack with a dozen rubber maid uniforms. Krisis sways her hips side to side as she walks her steps giving a soft squeak as she moves as she hmms to herself for a moment before pulling one off of the rack. "This should work. I picked one of our best ones. Though I should warn..." says Krisis as she hands Crisis the uniform.

Crisis looks over the black and pink rubber maid outfit, seeing the underside is smooth glossy rubbery neon pink, much brighter than the traditional pink on the front that clearly has Croc's green symbol on the front. "What is it?" she asks.

"This uniform has a light nanite coat on the inside that will attach itself to your robotic skin once in place. It will allow movement and to slide across, and as you can see keep the skirt open but until service is completely rendered, a new uniform is issued, or no longer work for us you will be wearing this at all times. It's a rule Master Croc handed down that the maids that work at his tower are to be uniformed at all times even when charging. We will be staying at the tower while we work as well. So if you feel that's too much let me know now."

"Nonsense, I came to work for this company so I may work for the great Master Chaos Croc, I won't turn back now," says Crisis as she looks over the uniform taking the first piece in her claws, the long rubber leggings and as she looks down at the pink neon rubber inside she thinks, "Anything to get close to you so I can take you out my dear Croc."

"There's a chair over there if you need to sit down," says Krisis as Crisis nods.

"Thanks," she replies as she moves over to the nearby chair. Crisis holds onto the rubber leggings, noticing the rubber belt designed to go over the base of her tail and around her hips to help support the legs. She tugs with a long squeak these shiny, glossy, rubbery leggings up her legs. Her sickle claws and sharp toes being tapered off into smoother rubbery dull points by the rubber. The entirety of her feet and legs up to halfway up to her thighs are covered. Around halfway up her thighs the rubber leggings no longer cover Crisis' legs keeping her inner upper thighs, crotch and ass quite open. Crisis feels a soft tingle running through her circuitry, against her metallic skin as the inside of the rubber leggings rub against her skin sending a soft tingle of enjoyment through her. She stands up as she feels the rubber soles press against her robotic ones, making her squeak as she fastens the belt which soon self tightens and melds perfectly around her waist, the excess melting into the belt to form a seamless one around her.

"So far so good, next I think the main outfit then we'll get the arm gloves in," says Krisis as she hands Crisis the maid French rubber maid skirt outfit. Crisis takes the outfit and slips her arms and head through the bottom letting the outfit slide and glide against her metallic skin with a loud squeak. Her arms popping through the top soon followed by her head as she adjusts the front, the shoulders having a pink frill to the opening where Crisis' arms popped out of. The same rush of pleasure of the rubbery outfit rubbing against her skin quickly hits her and as she adjusts her breasts and outfit she notices her bust suddenly bouncing with the adjustment. "This is strange..." says Crisis.

"Oh don't worry the nanites are giving your bust a bit of a squeeze and jiggle, another one of Croc's orders."

"Understandable," says Crisis as she looks behind her seeing the large pink rubber boy tied neatly behind her the two ends of the rubbing on either side of her tail as she looks at Krisis as she is handed her long fingerless arm gloves. Crisis slipping each one on, her three fingers slipping through the gloves, the very base of her fingers and the palm of her hand are covered which then continue yup her arm, past her elbow stopping only an inch or two from the main maid outfit. As the rush of pleasure goes through her the outfit attaching itself to her skin Crisis is given a long tail glove.

"This will help keep us separated, one Krisis from the other Crisis," says Krisis as Crisis nods turning around to let Krisis slip on the tail glove, which slides two thirds up her tail. A few inches from the base of the tail is a modestly sized pink rubber bow that is permanently attached to the tail glove. Crisis tenses for a moment as she feels this too attaching itself to her skin.

"Anything else?" asks Crisis as she turns to face Krisis as she holds out a frilly rubber head band. Crisis takes it and places it over her head, just above her red glowing gem, the rubber frill shaped similar to her own feather crest, covering two thirds of it quiet easily as she feels the tingle of the head band becoming one with her armor.

"Almost done," says the other robotic raptor as she moves behind Crisis and wraps a rubber neck collar around her neck. The rubber collar melding into one singular piece as it attaches to her as Krisis giggles, "Getting there one last piece," says Krisis as she pulls out a blue gem similar to the one n her head crest. She places it between the collar and the crevice of her breasts as suddenly Crisis feels a tingle as the gem slides into her metal body. The gem glows a soft blue as Crisis turns to look at a nearby mirror to see the full set up including the frilly pink rubber along the solid black neck collar.

"Could be worse," thinks Crisis as she smiles "Looks lovely, though the blue gem seems off."

"It's again something to set you apart from the others. Croc wants each maid to be slightly different from the rest. We have the obvious collar difference but the others it may not be so easy."

"Understandable, so when do we start?"

"What a go getter!" giggles Krisis, "Soon, there are a few more applicants we have to process. Would you care to help me?" she asks.

"Of course," replies Crisis as Krisis gets her set up in another room to fit up new applicants, and over the course of the day Crisis helps suit up three other like robotic raptors like herself, one blue, and two other green ones similar in design as herself. Crisis making sure she stood out compared to the others as per Croc's orders. In the end there were ten anthropomorphic raptors in tight skimpy rubber maid outfits ready to service Croc's tower.

"Alright ladies, time to board the truck and get to work," says the red fox as Crisis along with the other raptors board the large truck with a mix of Croc's symbol as well as the Squeaky Maid Service on the side. The door behind them closes as they are shipped off.

"Incase any of you are unaware, we won't be cleaning the entire tower right away. Master Croc is phasing out his old maid service so we'll be taking over one floor at a time. Eventually we'll be working the entire tower, but it take about a month for the entire change off occurs. Also since we are the new service we will lack our own quarters and will be assigned small charge pods to relax in during our off hours," says Krisis as the girls nod and talk about how excited they are to be working at Croc's tower. Crisis feigns her own excitement to blend in with them.

Soon enough they reach the tower and are unloaded off in the basement area, where's there nothing but the heating and cooling systems and the power source that helps keeps Croc's tower self sustaining. There is no foot traffic down here, and the only presence they get is from the cameras that keep a watch on the place for security reasons.

Krisis steps in front of the other girls and smiles, "A main reason why Croc wanted to replace his old maid service was because they were getting lazy. We have to prove to him that we are not and the only way to do that is to work hard and please him. Making sure this place is squeaky clean. At any time Croc can pull our contract and hire a new maid service but we don't want that to happen do we girls?" asks Krisis as the girls chant NO! Crisis including.

"Hmm I didn't think of this. If we don't do well I won't be able to get to the top of the tower to reach him and all this work and putting on this overly skimpy outfit would be for nothing!"

"Alright girls lets get to work!" says Krisis as she hands out specific areas for each girl to work on. Crisis got placed in charge of the cooling units, and there she found thick layers of dust and ice clinging to the systems. She had to use her claws to chip away at the ice and use the various cleaning tools that were brought along with them on the truck to clean the black grimy dust off the metal panels.

"Damn this work is disgusting... so beneath me, but I have to do what I have to do to get to Croc. Damn ice, if only I had my electro blades still I could break them up in no time, but that would have given me away," thinks Crisis as she squeaks and works in this relatively dark and damp spot. The only break she takes during it is to get a few light bulbs to brighten up the spot.

"Working hard Crisis?" Krisis as passes her.

"Of course, just getting a few things to make the air conditioner as good as new, at least look it. Replacing a few light bulbs so it's brightened up, no one may see it but it will make a difference I think," she says.

"Excellent, that's exactly what we need, that little bit of extra that makes us stand out. Since you've been such a go getter I'll tell you a little secret," says Krisis as she leans towards her.

"Oh what is it?"

"All the girls, myself included are secretly being rated and even though if we do well enough to clean the whole tower only the top two girls will get to clean Croc's chambers. You see he wants only the best of the best to work there."

"Ah I see, I shall keep this in mind, but why are you telling me this? Here? Now?"

"Because I like you and I think you have what it takes to make it to the top, you won't do better than me of course, but you can certainly try," purrs Krisis as she walks off with a squeak.

"All the more reason to work hard... this is certainly not going to be easy but then after a month there is no way he will suspect me," mentally chuckles Crisis as she walks back into the AC room and sees all the work she still has to do. "Damn it..."

Sixteen hours later Crisis is done with the room, every inch was cleaned, dusted, washed, polished, and strangely enough Crisis' maid outfit during all that remained clean. All the dust and grime that fell onto the outfit rolled off. Only her metal skin got dirty from the process. Crisis sighed happily as she said to herself, "Finished... finally finish."

"Lovely work, Master Croc is bound to be pleased," says Krisis as she walks in just seconds later, "Wanted to tell you the shift is over and time to get cleaned up and head to our charge pods."

"Sounds good to me, I could sue a break," says Crisis as she follows Krisis to a nearby shower room, strangely built down here just for this purpose, to clean maids after a hard day of work. The warm water washes over Crisis' body as her rubber outfit squeaks and glistens. The dust and grime sliding off of metal skin, as she feels the tingle of pleasure from her maid outfit. Once out and dried she follows Krisis and the other girls to the elevator, going up to the thirteenth floor, the traditional service floor. There we see the other maids also in skimpy latex maid outfits working about.

"We only have one room set up for us right now in the back and it's simple pods," say Krisis as she leads us into a room down at the very end of a long hallway. Inside are ten green, red and black pods designed for us. At the very front of the door says, "Welcome Squeaky Clean Maid Service."

Crisis looks around the small and cramped room the pods lined up one after another in a half circle along the wall of the room. The girls walking into random pods as Krisis taps Crisis' shoulder and says "Come share a pod next to mine." Krisis motioning her over to the center of the room where two pods are still empty. Krisis walks into one and Crisis into the other.

Crisis turns around to face outside as the glass top of the pod comes down over it, sliding in with a soft hiss. Crisis tail slips into a tail compartment as her back slips into a small indentation made perfectly from her body. Her head sinks halfway in as set of small wires come out of the back of the pod and attach to several key points in her body. Crisis twitches for a half second as they make their connections, her body feeling the warmth of the fresh charge entering her systems.

The pod's front seems to light up in reds, and pink colors as Crisis reads "Squeaky Maid Maintenance program now activating" Crisis feels a tingle in her mind as she watches the colors, being put into a soft lull within seconds. She watches methods and practices to improve her maid skills. She sees flashes of Croc's symbol during the training.

Her claws tense and relax as she feels her firewall being hit by the programming, rubbing up against it, pushing into her mind, Crisis looking over it as her batteries are ever so slowly charged. Running scans on it as she sees just maid service data. "I have to be a good maid to get to the top to defeat Croc, I should let this in," thinks Crisis as the data streams into her mind, the colors playing before her so soothing so nice as she relaxes into her pod, feeling the steady tingle of new data being installed into her.

A week has passed since that first day and Crisis steps out of her pod with a smile. The maid service she is a part of has been doing quite well and they've been moving up the building doing more and more work. Crisis squeaks happily with each step her hips having a light sway side to side as she looks over the others as they come out. Her blue gem on her neck looking a bit more red in color than it did when she first arrived. Krisis smiles as she sees Crisis and pats her on the back. "Ready for more work?" she asks.

"Of course, how else will we get to the top. What assignment do I have today?" she asks.

"You'll be in charge of cleaning the various re-education rooms that croc has set up on floors twenty and twenty-one. Anything you need shall be up there. Oh and be sure once you clean a room to test of everything works. Don't want anything to be damaged and left that way from cleaning."

"Of course, I'd hate to do that and get set back behind the others," says Crisis with a soft whisper to her friend.

"Of course not, we don't want that to happen," says Krisis as Crisis heads off.

_"Just you wait Croc, I'll get you and clean out your gears for good,"_she thinks as she heads to the assigned floor. Going up the elevator she can see her reflection in the silver metallic doors. She sees the shining black latex that sends a shiver through her as she moves. The pink front with the just visible pink bow on her back and tail, Croc's symbol on the very front of the pink front of the uniform. "At the very least if I have to wear anything during all of this, it's this sexy number," she giggles out loud. The doors open to the first level of Croc's re-education facility. She is quickly directed by a green robotic snake to start cleaning room three first. Crisis nods and heads that way opening the door with a swipe of her hand. Her claws giving her access to rooms allowed to her by the building's security. Inside is a single chair mixed with various devices, head gear, a visor, a video projector hanging from the ceiling aimed right at the chair below, a video screen on the opposite side that the chair can swivel to turn and watch.

As Crisis looks over the place her maid programming kicks in, detecting smudges, and dust all over the place, items that have lost their shine from their constant use and of need of a good cleaning.

"Time to get to work," she says works diligently scrubbing and cleaning. When scrubbing the floors she gets on her hands and knees to do so, her tail hikes up just a bit, revealing her naked smooth robotic bottom. Her tail swaying side to side as she squeaks, the movement of the maid outfit all the more pleasurable to her than it was a week ago. Crisis humming to herself as she works.

Just as Crisis finishes cleaning the room Krisis walks in and smiles, "Looking good, looking good. I had a spare moment and wanted to check up on my favorite fellow maid. How's it going?"

"Good, good," she says as she thinks, "Glad this room is finally clean."

"You finish this room already?"

"Yup."

"Test the equipment yet?" asks Karrie.

"Not yet actually," she says as she thinks, "I was actually thinking of skipping that part."

"Come let me help you, why don't you sit down on the chair. You can use your diagnostics to see if the affects intended would register for an organic. I already uploaded the parameters of what is expected during last night's pod session," says Krisis as Crisis nods, feeling an odd sense of trust with Krisis, maybe something she built up over this past week and sits down. The chair instantly locks Crisis into place, "That's working, good, good. Hmm, it should automatically have started. Did you set the system to run through it's programming once the seat was activated?"

"Uh... no I didn't."

"Good havens girl! Good thing I came or you'd been stuck there for hours. Let me just get this one started and once it's done I'll show you how to do it yourself after that."

"Alright, sorry about that."

"Its fine no one is perfect, except for Master Croc that is," says Krisis as she walks to a small computer console and initiates the program, "I'll be back once it's done."

"Okay," says Crisis as the machine hums to life. Small robotic arms attach the head piece around Crisis' head sending soft electric pulses into her head. Her vision twitches and gets static for brief second with each pulse, making it difficult for her to concentrate.

"Mental inhibitors activated," says on her screen, the testing says 'In progress'

Headphones are next put on over her hears, a soft white noise is heard as she hears soft whispers "Obey Croc. Croc is good. Master Croc knows best. Isn't Croc handsome? He knows what's best for us." These words said softly almost inaudibly under the white noise as the next progress bar shows in her vision, "Subtle mental programming active" the test also states that it is 'in progress'.

Crisis tries to relax as the sparks into her vision and mind keep her from forming her own thoughts, each time she tries it's sparked away. Her mind kept quite so she could hear the white noise crisp and clearly. The visor put over her eyes so she be forced to listen to it for a solid hour before coming off. And the moment it does her vision is blinded by a force feed of Croc propaganda fed straight into her eyes.

The propaganda shows Chaos Croc as strong, handsome, a robot for his people, a robot for organics, a robot for robots. He's kind, generous, smart, funny, and a ladies man to boot. One that anyone would happily follow, the vision is complete with audio that is fed to Crisis over the white noise. Eventually her she sees in her HUD display, "Croc education program... complete" before the chair turns around to reveal the projection screen. Feeding new information about "Enemies of Neo Robia!" giving a list of them, telling them why each is bad before getting to "The diabolical Crisis" who would want nothing to destroy the perfect lovely world that Croc is trying to build, the world you were educated on only moments ago. For the next fifteen minutes, a large amount of time given the rest were given two to three minutes, on how Crisis is evil and must be stopped. After that she chair releases Crisis and in her HUD she sees for a brief moment that all tests are complete and all have passed.

Crisis shakes her head groaning softly to herself as boots herself up to think again, now able to once more. "That was something... to think I'd fall for that, those lies about me and the 'great' Master Chaos Croc," thinks Crisis only having a mental sarcasm on 'great'.

Krisis is there to greet Crisis as she walks out of the room. She is informed that room is a 'light' re-education room and that there are others that are more strenuous and since it takes a while to test the equipment and wait for rooms to be open for cleaning that it will take the next two weeks for her to clean these two floors.

"But fear not Crisis, doing a good job here would be a great boon to your credit," says Krisis.

"I can only hope. I don't want to get left behind while cleaning these rooms," she says.

"Of course not, now let me show you what to do to get them ready for testing," says Krisis as they head off to the next room.

A week later Crisis heads out of the most recent re-education room. Her mind a blank as she smiles, noting the time a few minutes later as her thoughts crawl back to her. She gives a soft sigh, "Charging time already," she says with an almost a hint of a pout. She squeaks as she hikes her tail up swaying it side to side as she walks tall and proud, wiggling her rump to a few robots that stop and take a peak under the skirt. Crisis smirks as she heads to the elevator and down to the charging pods, as they still don't have their own room. Crisis' crystal in her chest is now more red than blue.

"How did today go Crisis?" asks her black robotic counterpart.

"Absolutely lovely, I got the rooms all shiny, squeaky clean and not just our maids, that's out motto," giggles Crisis with a wink.

Krisis smiles and nods, "Excellent, better charge up, a low powered robot is a poor robot, and we don't want to be a poor robot for Master Croc, do we?"

"Of course not," she says as she slips into her pod, the wires attaching to her once more the bits of static pleasure from the connection reminding her for the mind washing rooms, her mind going silent as she looks forward in her pod with a smile.

"New Croc updates, would you like to install now? Y/N?" a soft whisper in her head says, "Yes" as pleasure tingles up her spine to the back of her head back down to tingle between her legs.

"These new updates will make you a better more integrated robot in Croc's well oiled machine of Neo Robia. As you work at Croc Tower, you will be receiving the newest program updates he has to offer. These first updates will allow us to completely bypass your firewall protections. Allow us to cleanly and efficiently install future updates without having to notify you. Doesn't that sound lovely?" says the voice sounding a bit like Croc's voice feminized.

"Yes... lovely" thinks Crisis.

"The next update will hook you up to our Croc tower wireless network. Giving Croc the ability to monitor and watch your movements and every thought whenever he needs to. He wants to know any great ideas you have before you even realize it. Now that's efficient! Be on your best physical and mental behavior now. Don't want to anger the great Master Croc."

_"Yes wouldn't want to anger Master Croc... must only have good thoughts,"_thinks Crisis.

A week later Crisis leaves the very last re-education room. The entire two floors are now finally cleaned. Crisis continues to smile, the affects of the last session lingering in her mind, echoing in her thoughtless head. "Chaos Croc is great. Crisis is evil. Must please Master Croc, must defeat the evil Crisis."

Crisis mumbles the words to herself as she senses her current duties are complete. The gem in her chest almost completely red now as she walks over to the elevator back to the charge pods. Once there she sees Krisis standing there waiting for her with a smile.

"Evening Crisis."

"Evening Krisis," says Crisis in return.

"I have a surprise for you," she says as Crisis tilts her head to the side for a second before she processes what was said.

"A surprise for me?"

"Master Croc has been so pleased with your work and mine he wants to see us a week early! As in right now, isn't that grand!" giggles Krisis.

"Master Croc? He wants to see us...now? As in right now? This is all I ever wanted and now it's here... do I look alright? Do I need a quick charge? Am I clean?" asks Crisis with a sense of worry.

"You look fabulous. Come, come back onto the elevator. We don't want to keep him waiting."

"Of course not, don't want to keep Master waiting," says Crisis as they head up the elevator. Crisis looks forward at her reflection, admiring the smooth rubbery outfit before her. The sexy croc symbol placed on the front, she juts her hips forward just a bit to show off her bust, to make her breasts jiggle a bit as Krisis smacks her on the ass.

"Been working that ass hun?"

"Oh you bet, I know how Croc loves his slutty maids," says Crisis with another girly giggle.

"And how," grins Krisis as the door dings open, revealing a large throne room. A red carpet leads from the elevator to the large throne that rest son a set of stairs. There beside Chaos croc the green robotic lizard overlord with his infamous Croc symbol placed on his forehead, beside him are two slutty female maid vixens, rubber suited maids from the last service.

"Ah good they here, you girls may go," says Croc snapping his fingers. The two girls pout as they run their fingers across his chest leaning forward to rub their breasts against his sides hiking up their rumps as they say.

"But Master I thought you liked us."

"Oh I do, but I am in the mood for a bit something more... fierce. Don't worry I'll call you two when I need you now off with you."

"Yes Master Croc," says the two girls in unison as they head off. Krisis and Crisis walk up to Croc and kneel before him.

"We are here to service you Master Croc," says the two maids in unison. The sight of Croc in person and speaking to him like such sends a wave of pleasure through Crisis going from the back of her mind washing over her and down into her crotch.

"Excellent, excellent, and Krisis... with K, I have to say, you've done an excellent job with my rival over here. To think you could get her this willing to kneel before me without a hint of hesitation. Marvelous," says Croc clapping his hands as she approaches Crisis.

"It was your plan after all," she replies.

Crisis looks up at Croc getting a wave of pleasure as she sees him tower over her, "Y-you knew?"

"Of course I knew you silly girl. To think you're so clever to sneak into my city, to charade as a maid and not have me notice you? But that's why I am the Master and you're my lowly maid isn't that right Crisis?" says Croc as he reaches down and runs his claw along the underside of Crisis' chin. Crisis whimpers and moans as pleasure runs through her from Croc's touch.

"Y-yes Master Croc."

"And you want to do anything for me, isn't that right Crisis?"

"O-of course master Croc," stutters Crisis.

"Good girl," says Croc as pleasure washes over Crisis once more. "You're going to give me all your access codes to your forces so I may convert them over to my army and once you do, I want you to turn around my lovely little maid and show me your access panel."

"Y-yes Master Croc. Anything to help you and stop my evil reign of terror," she says as she uploads her access codes over Croc's wireless network. Croc smiles as Crisis turns around opening her head access panel to Croc. Croc reaches down and connects to her via wires that spring out of his claws. As Croc begins to rework the last parts of Crisis' mind, building a stronger loyalty and need of servitude to Croc. The gem on Crisis' chest turning completely red by the time Croc removes his claws from the back of her head. Croc walks back to his throne and crosses his legs.

"Come to me Crisis," he commands.

Crisis smiles wiggling her rump and hiking it up in the air, leaning forward as she stands up giving Croc a good nice view of her robotic rump before turning around and slowly walking over to him saying in the process, "As you wish master," in a slutty tone of voice. Her breasts bouncing as she walks slow wide steps, her hips and tail swaying behind her Croc has a huge grin on his face as Crisis reaches him, she wraps one leg around his hip and runs a claw along your chest, her squeaky rubbery covered just inches from Croc's face as Crisis rubs her body against his belly. "Oh Croc, it's a dream come true to serve you. To do what you command of me. Tell me what you want and it shall be so," says Crisis as Krisis stands beside Croc's throne with a proud smile.

"I know exactly what I want you to do Crisis," says Croc as he runs a claw under her chin, his eyes glancing down at her cleavage.

"Yes master, anything," she moans.

"Scrub my carpet by hand, facing away from me... and keep that ass in the air," says Croc as Crisis slides off him.

"Yes Master as you wish," she purrs as she gets to work, starting at the base of the steps, her head facing away from Croc, her rubber covered tail with pink latex bow high in the air as she shows off her naked ass to Croc. Croc rubs his chin as he eyes the raptor's ass as she looks over at Krisis.

"Get me a drink, it's going to be a long night," says Croc.

"Yes Master as you wish," says Krisis as she heads off to fetch her Master some refreshments.