Chapter 16 Robotic Bond (4)

Bruno went to her right leg next, then the left, and finally her left wrist, and Bianca drew her knees up to her chin, trembling as she held herself and wondered whether it was finally over. But it wasn't.

Bruno climbed onto the bed again, his phallus still thick and erect and gleaming with the fluids of her body, and that of a stranger's.

'Bruno, please,' Bianca whimpered as he took her bruised wrists in his hands again. This time he forced her onto her back, holding her wrists spread above her head. 'I want to feel you fight me as I breed you,' he told her.

'Struggle, struggle with all your might.' She did. She battled with what strength remained to her, but could not budge the solid weight of him. His fingers pressed cruelly around her wrists, pressing her down hard, and she squeezed her legs together even as she felt him slide his knee between her own. His strength overwhelmed her.

Her legs parted and he shoved them apart, settling his weight between her thighs. Bianca looked into the red eyes, whispering pleas to whatever consciousness dwelled in that metal shell. But his grip on her wrists tightened, and made a hoarse, animalistic sound where his face hovered above her own, watching her every expression.

He pushed the head of phallus against her opening, slowly, gently, as though to lull her, and the lips parted with a small wet sound, and as soon as he saw the hope in Bianca's eyes that this time he might be gentler, he slammed into her as deeply as he could go, and she cried out, clenching and unclenching the fists that she could not move.

And he began to ride her again, hard and deep and brutal, slamming into her and groaning as he impaled her again and again. And around his length, Bianca's passage grew slicker, so that their bodies met over and over with sounds of wet, fervent coupling. Bruno released one of her wrists again to fondle her breasts, his fingers bruising the pale flesh as he pinched and kneaded, all the while hammering into her.

And beneath him, Bianca gave small gasps, now recognizing a hint of pleasure intertwined with the pain of his animalistic fucking. Bruno recognized the change in her. He grasped her hands in his own, intertwining their fingers almost as lovers would, and he held her down as he rode her, looking into her eyes and drinking in her every expression, her every hitched breath.

Something began to feel different where her labia clung around the base of his member. Bianca looked down to where their bodies joined and felt herself grow cold with fear. At the base of his organ, something was beginning to form. A sphere of silver was slowly inflating there, a knot of artificial muscle.

Some primal part of her mind understood the significance of that ball as it began to grow, understanding that some creatures have a mechanism of locking the male inside the female to hold them in place during mating, to keep sperm from going to waste. This then, was the creative feature some strange mind had added to those robots used for artificial insemination. It grew to the size of a baseball, and Bianca whimpered in fear and pain as it pummeled her lower lips. It would never fit.

But Bruno was determined, and had measured her body for the correct size knot to provide an optimal pain and pleasure forced experience. And so he knew that eventually her tender, bruised body would accept his entry, it was only a matter of time.

Over and over he rammed himself into her, and though her breathing hinted at pleasure, she had yet to reach the peak that would allow him to press the knot into her. He watched her face carefully, monitored her every grunt as his weight slammed into her and he plunged as deeply as he could into her warm passage, the silver knot begging entrance with every thrust. Seizing on an idea, Bruno sent a small electrical current through the ridges along his member, and as he rode her harder the current touched her clit with small, unexpected shocks, so that Bianca gasped anew with every hard entrance.

Before she even knew what was happening the robot was holding her in place while she cried out in pleasure, a shudder passing through every inch of her body as she quaked around the length of him, ecstasy rolling through her as her legs wrapped around him, her body desperate to hold him in as deeply as possible.

She trembled at the force of her orgasm, eyes tightly shut as the waves rolled through her. Moments passed. She drew a sobbing breath of disbelief as the pleasure left her, ashamed at her body's betrayal, at how desperately her legs still wrapped around the robot to pull him farther into her. Still struggling with these emotions, Bianca did not immediately notice when Bruno released one of her wrists to reach between their bodies as he withdrew his length from her.

His long fingers spread her entrance obscenely wide, so that for a second she felt the touch of cool air brush her passage, and then suddenly he was ramming back into her, plunging deeper than before, and that strange knot finally forced its way into her body, swallowed by her grasping passage.

Bianca lunged forward, desperate to get away from that painful entrance as she screamed anew, but he was in her already, as deeply as anyone could ever be, and the knot had sunk into her body as he held her down with renewed force.

He grunted low, pressed deeply into her, and with the knot fixed in place and his phallus touching her deepest part, his member began to spew thick white ropes of his release. Bianca fought bitterly against him, but his legs pressed heavily into her own, his torso immovable against her breasts as he held her down, and all the while inside her she felt the spurting of thick strings of semen.

Her whole passage hurt from his brutal fucking, from the knot he'd forced into her, and yet that unexpected sensation of seed gushing into her made her body seize with instinctive need to pull it deeper within herself. Bruno released her wrists and grasped her ass, pulling her roughly against him as his member filled her with rhythmic spurts of semen.

He remained completely still, drinking in her expressions; he read clearly the mixture of pain and revulsion, of arousal and need and shame. Long seconds passed. Finally, spent, he straightened as if to withdraw from her, and the knot pulled painfully at her entrance so that Bianca whimpered and pulled him back to her.

Instead, Bruno sat down carefully and pulled Bianca into his lap, his member still buried deep within her. Her legs were wrapped around him, and she rested her breasts against his chest as she settled her head in the crook of his silver neck.

She cried softly as he stroked her back, her bottom, her breasts. After a while she felt a twitching within her depths, as though he were growing again, and Bianca looked into his face, her eyes filled with pleading. But he grasped her by the hips and lifted her effortlessly, and he began to force her body down on top of him, lifting her just to the point where the knot strained painfully within her, before impaling her again. After a while, it was Bianca who lifted herself up, Bianca who pressed down harder on his length, desperate to feel again that wave of pleasure.