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Smasher will take care of the opposition and I’ll make sure you’re well protected with back up. Well, that back up is currently lying on the floor bleeding out, leaving me with this shitty ass assault rifle that I barely know how to use with Smasher off doing god knows what, and one crazed psycho trying to fucking kill me. Was this retaliation for something? I’ve been exemplary in my role so I fucking doubt it. Must’ve just been shit luck. Who could’ve guess some random asshole would escape the killer cyborg?
The firing stopped abruptly, but I stayed with my back against the interior of the AV, doing a full systems diagnostics check. Minor abrasions and elevated heart rate but otherwise I’m all good. Well, I thought I would be before a flash of white erupted inside the transport. Fucking flashbang? Really?! My optics shoot warning after warning at me as they try to adjust to the sudden light. I hear someone rush into the AV and I’m disarmed, thrown out of the transport and roughly pulled up by the throat before I can fully comprehend what’s going on and as my optics finally adjust to my environment, I finally get a proper glimpse of my attacker.
Face covered in low grade cybernetics, each glowing a deep red. Hair spiked and unevenly cut. Scav perhaps? Likely given the circumstances of the job at hand. Ugh, typical that I had to get my hands dirty with fucking Scavs. Remind me to chew out the boss if I survive this! The guy lets out a random cackle as he proceeds to choke the life out of me. My hands go out to try and break his grip, attempting to utilise the built in tech to gain the upper hand but finding myself only able to create little cracks instead, not much really. “Eat this you fucking corpo cu-“ he is shut up as bullets puncture through his back, blood shooting out and spashing onto my relatively pristine outfit. We both drop together, and I take this chance to inhale, running to grab the rifle that had been taken from me.
I run up to him as he cries out in pain on the floor, blood steadily pooling around him as he tries to pull himself away, though from what I honestly couldn’t care at this point as I kick him back onto his back, rifle aiming directly at his fucked-up face. “Fucking Scav.” I destroy what little remains of his face with the remaining clip, throwing down the empty weapon next to him. “Goddamn asshole. Fuck!” I kick his corpse a few more times in-between expletives before I’m aware that someone is standing nearby, utterly silent despite his huge size and robust cyborg frame. I take in a huge breath, before attempting to straighten my appearance out. “Um, I assume the mission was a success?” he doesn’t respond, instead taking several fast stomps over to me and pushing my comparatively small and feeble body up against the outside of the AV causing my breath to leave my lungs briefly.
“S-smasher what are you doi-“ “Quiet.” He growls, hand trapping me beneath him with him breathing heavily, red optics fixed on my form. His right hand goes to the top of my skirt and before I can say anything, it’s ripped off of, leaving my bottom half completely bare as he’d ripped my panties off with the skirt. “What the hell?” Surely he’s not about to do what I think he’s about to do? Right? I mean…he doesn’t even have a… Before I can finish my thought, two panels split apart and a rather, impressive looking cock made itself known. Well, shit.
“W-we can’t…you can’t-“ I tried to plead for him to stop, half-heartedly I must admit, but surely this is a breach of company policies. At the very least Yorinobu would shit the bed. “Shut up. You think I can’t feel how wet you are?” Smasher growls, leaning in a bit further so that the glow of his eyes reflected on my face. I am about to argue the truth when he suddenly slams all eight inches of his cock deep inside me. I scream out in surprise and pleasure as I feel every inch reach into all of the right places. I grab onto his chest plates in an attempt to find purchase. “Fucking horny cunt.” He groans out as he begins a rough, brutally fast pace, manoeuvring me into the air and harder against the abandoned AV, allowing his cock to slide deeper inside of me. I arch my back, unbearable pleasure surging throughout me the position and the occasional little shocks he sends from his appendage. “Thought a fuckable piece of meat like you was a slut, but what luck that you’re as fucked as I am.” he taunted as he continues to drive into me. Out of breath, I attempt to deny it, attempt to rationalise the adrenaline rush and the enjoyment I’d had slaying the guy who tried to murder me, but I honestly couldn’t find it within me. Was I really as fucked as him?
Probably
The constant need and desire for upgrades, new cybernetics and the mental need to see shit get done no-matter what. Try as I might, I couldn’t deny the fact that, although I’d never killed anyone first hand until today, my actions and orders had most definitely lead to the deaths of many others. Didn’t mean I had to admit it though.
“S-shut up!” I moan as I clench up around him. Suddenly he stops, leaving me on the brink of pleasure and I whimper, attempting to lift myself up and down on his cock in an attempt to finish myself off, which he responds to by grasping me around the throat and squeezing just hard enough so that I start seeing stars but not enough that I can’t breath. “Awfully cocky for such a wanton office slut aren’t you? You’re lucky I tolerate your fleshy ass.” He growls, tightening his grip ever so slightly. “Such a weak, vulnerable sack of meat and you have the nerve to speak to me in such a way. Don’t think I don’t see the way to look at me when you think I can’t see you, cunt. Don’t think that I haven’t broken your disgusting meat body because Arasaka has a no-kill order on you.” He thrusts up once, causing me to shriek.
“You should feel honoured that I even consider you fuckable, bitch. That I could look at your body and feel any sort of emotion other than disgust at any time is an anomaly.” Another thrust, another shriek. “What makes you think that you have the right to tell me what to do when it comes to fucking you? Far as I see it, if I wanna fuck you, I’ll fuck you. Whenever, wherever and however I fucking want to!” he resumes his aggressive pace once again and I cry out as I explode around him, my orgasm doing nothing in ways of stopping his rampage as he continues, building me up close to climax once again. “Oh, fuck! Please!” I beg, half wishing for him to finish, half wishing for him to continue so that I can finally take a fucking breather. “That’s right you whore. I want you to scream when you come for me. I want everyone to know who your body belongs to.” He increases his speed and I feel tingling throughout his cock as it slams into me again and again. “Scream bitch! It’s the only way I’ll let you come this time!” he’s true to his word, stopping briefly until I start screaming for him to let me finish. “Adam! Adam please! I’m begging you!” I cry into his neck plates, nails scratching digging into whatever part of him I could reach.
“Good girl” it’s the first compliment I’ve ever heard from him and that, along with the preemo shocks his cock sends through me as he too reaches his end are enough to send me over the edge, shattering my mind as I experience the best orgasm of my life. It takes quite a while for your systems to come back online and you see that he’s still buried deep inside you, looking down at your sweaty, messy face.
Fucking hell! You literally got smashed by Adam Fucking Smasher!
He slides out of you roughly and you whimper at the sudden feeling of emptiness. You go to pull up your discarded clothing but a grip on your arm stops you. “If I see you with any one else, show interest in them, flirt with them, I’ll make you watch as I skin them alive before turning on you too. Got that bitch? You’re mine now, whether you like it or not and I don’t take kindly to betrayal. Especially from flesh bags like you. Do I make myself clear?” I look up at him. His threatening words sending chills down my spine in ways that I knew where entirely toxic and unconventional but otherwise welcome. What the fuck is wrong with me?
I nod slowly, eye contact maintained and he lets go of my arm, allowing me to grab my clothing and put it back on. “I assumed you weren’t really the flowers and chocolates type of guy.” He grumbles, reaching forwards and squashing a breast between his metallic fingers and I gasp, heat beginning to stir within my belly once again. Definitely not. He gave the other one a squeeze, moving on to the inner thighs before ducking down to get into the AV, pulling me inside with him. I felt the vehicle begin to move around me. As I sat down on one of the chairs my lower body shot up in pain, the evidence of our romp likely not going to be going away for the next week at least. Hearing my hiss, I could have sworn that I heard what could be construed as a laugh from the 'borg so I sent a playful glare his way before sending a communication to Yorinobu, overviewing the current situation, total casualties and outcome of the mission, detailing it a success. Maybe in more ways than one but lets leave that out Charlotte. Don’t think the boss wants to know about your violent sexy times do we?
After receiving a congratulatory reply as well as some bonus eddies for quick handling, I sit back in my chair and close my eyes. Things were certainly about to get interesting at work.