He chuckled at her rage. Her gloved fingers clamped down on her nipples. She thrashed her head in pain and negation of his control over her. He chuckled again.
"I love a fighter. Let's get some cock in you, Jessica."
The sting from her pinched nipples silenced any smartassed reply she might have come up with, but she did wonder how he expected to make good on his promise. She watched him stand and unzip his pants, freeing his cock. Marcy sneered in disgust, but her glossy lips couldn't look anything but sexy. He then thrust his dick into a device he had mounted to his desk. And to Marcy's horror, she could feel something pressing it's way into her.
She could move again, but she couldn't escape it. Some how the interface suit was fucking her for him by proxy. And it was huge, stretching her pussy lips to maximum capacity. She pulled the dress up to see, and sure enough, her pussy was stretched wide as the suit violated her. She fell back onto the bed and spread he legs wide to try and relieve the monstrous pressure the intruder.
"Please," she begged him. "You don't have to do this!"
Her eyes rolled back in her head. He was in all the way, and it felt like a two liter had been forced in her cunt. And then he began pumping in and out, the apex of his thrust bumping her womb. She shuddered at his every movement, her body singing with tension. She was vaguely aware that the interface suit had started to tingle and caress her body.
"Who am I?" He whispered as he fucked her.
"A…fucking…pervert," she whispered back, straining.
Her own gloved hand slapped her sharply. His brutal rhythm quickened.
"WHO AM I?"
"Roger Rabbit," she whimpered, defeated.
She watched him cum on the screen and was thankful that he wasn't actually cumming inside her. And then she felt it, a warm liquid seeping from her pussy. It felt like a lot but she didn't bother to check. She had just been raped and she was exhausted, she assumed the cum was simply another trick of the suit.
"That's right, baby. I'm Roger. And who are you?"
"Jessica?"
He nodded happily. Marcy watched as he slipped on what looked like a condom covered with electrodes. A whirring drew her attention to a phallus mounted to a pole in the middle of the room.
"That's right. Now show me you love me." |