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girlfriend has been built!

CW: Robo-Dog Fucking

Bonus!

Maybe your hands would be tied above your head, or perhaps bound behind you. Either way you'd watch, entranced, as I grind on your thigh, squeezing my tits, showing you how soft they are. C'mon, feel them. Oh, I forgot, you can't move your hands, can you? That's too bad.

Maybe one of my hands would sneak down, trailing over my stomach until I'm touching myself. I'm so wet already, you wanna feel? You want a taste, sweetheart? I might even wait for an answer before placing two fingers on your tongue and telling you to suck. Yeah? You like the taste of my pussy? You look kinda dumb like this. You'll probably whine at that.

Fuck, that's so pathetic, all you want is a pretty girl to be mean to you, huh? That makes you hard? Mm, no, that wasn't a question. I'll sit high on your thighs, grinding until I can feel the shape of your strap. Oh, you're really ready for me! No, no, it's cute. I'm not making fun of you. I'll wonder if you're wet and leaking into your boxers. I'll decide you probably are from the sweet little noises you're making every time I get the angle right.

I'll wonder how much time it'll be before you're begging to be able to touch me.

“Look at you now, Great Cobra Commander! You’re positively trembling.” Cobra didn’t take kindly to your cooing. He wriggled and writhed under your hand holding down his neck, grip a tight warning, and the other palming him slowly through his tidy uniform pants. “Your soldiers should be here to see this. Do you think they’d come running to save you?”

You were light and cheerful in your teasing, a bright grin on your face, but by the feel of Cobra’s hard-on under you it was still doing what you wanted. You couldn’t hold yourself back much longer, replacing your hand with the slow roll of your own body on top of your captive. It had taken a lot of planning, quiet nights with just you and your hand, but you had finally trapped your darling Cobra right where you wanted. The wriggling little viper.

If Cobra was going to retort, his words ended up caught in his throat under your hand. You could feel the way his neck muscles twitched under your touch, his hands tight around your wrist but not attempting to break free. He put up a weak facade of fighting back.

Heat licked at your frazzled nerves, your chest heaving with the excitement of it all after your intense wrestling match with Cobra. He was so much weaker than you imagined, his hips barely able to move you as he bucked up into your body still grinding down on him. From the way his body tensed and writhed, Cobra wasn’t going to last long.

Just as well, your teammates were going to come looking for you soon. Unfortunate that your time together was so limited, but you would rather spare Cobra such humiliation. Even if his reaction would be priceless.

“Are you gonna come? Gonna get off to me holding you down?” You leaned down, body free to roll more easily against the tent in his pants. “You love to be held down and used, dont you?”

I hope you can have fun with this one darling 😘

//im making it a sequel to this post//

Your soft, ungloved hand works his cock for what feels like the millionth time, although you know you couldn't have been in here for longer than an hour. Technically, you aren't supposed to be here and, technically, you would be in a lot of trouble if someone were to catch you. But you're not just some worthless newbie! You'll show the rest of your comrades that you're just as important. That's why this is alright. At least, it will be once you wring the information you need out of Cobra. Or out of his dick. Whichever.

He hisses at you with demands to move faster, bucking his hips until he's practically fucking into your cupped hand. You have to wonder how often he gets to be touched like this, not just sexually but intimately. If you just wanted to sexually torment him, you would have just left your leather glove on, but a guy like Cobra... You have to assume he doesn't get a loving touch too often. Why would he be such a disgusting little urchin if he did? You slow down, for the millionth time, and Cobra rears his helmet covered head back with a near shout of anguish.

"When my subordinates release me from this infernal cell, you will wish you had never even been born!" He's such a charming man. You just choose to assume he means 'when my subordinates release me I'm going to beg you to fuck me hard.' It's a nicer thought.

"You're not liking this? Maybe I'll just leave," Before the sentence is even out of your mouth Cobra is demanding, in his shrill, loud voice, that you stay and finish what you've done. You can't see his any of his skin, besides his rather flushed cock, but you have to assume he's sweating and red. How can the guy stand to be in that helmet for so long?

Cobra leans his head down, chin nearly touching his chest, as you move your hand torturously slow on his angry cock. The start of condescending laughter bubbles up from Cobra's chest, and you know you're going to have to humor more of his demented tirades.

"So you've been thinking about me since I first claimed you, is that it?" You perk up at his words, eyebrow arched but face otherwise guarded. You didn't mean to give him the wrong idea. "Admit it, you little whore. You've been thinking about my cock all this time, haven't you?"

You bristle at his words, not wanting to give him anything to needle you with but... There's a part of you, a nasty, evil little part, that agrees with Cobra. The way he spoke to you, promised to make you a good, useful soldier, is everything you've ever wanted. You want to be good. You liked that he saw potential in you.

"I enjoyed it, too," You shiver at his words, taken by them before you could realize it. You wish he would shut up, but your hand keeps working his cock with a gentle touch. Cobra cants his hips up to meet you, a sigh you assume he meant to repress coming muffled from under that shiny helmet. "We could be so good together. So chaotic."

Your grip remains gentle, loving, but you speed up as Cobra talks. He may have meant to needle at your insecurities, but he's letting himself go with the fantasy your touch evokes. You want to feel those lips on you again. It doesn't matter if he never lets you see him, you just wanted to be close to so much power. But you have a self-ordained mission to complete and you are going to see it through. Your gaze hardens as Cobra talks, determined despite the roiling pit of heat in your belly.

"They are incompetent when it comes to harnessing your potential, but I could make so much more out of you," Cobra lifts his head just the slightest bit, just enough to let you know he's watching you. You look into your own reflection, seeing someone young and lost and ruffled. But resolute. Cobra melts into your caring, loving touch. He's falling into the idea he's built up of you, the vision he has for what you could be. Who you could be to him.

"There is so much more than they will ever let you know. So much more that you could be. They are holding you back. The future isn't with G.I. Joe," Cobra says the name with derision, "It is with me."

You lean closer, your lips just barely touching the tip of his cock, letting your breath fan over his sensitive skin, "The hidden missiles, Cobra. Where are they?" Your words are soft as your hand slows again, just barely, but he's so deep into the moment that consists of you. Only you. You, you, you.

"Donner Pass," He hisses, almost seeming like he wants to spit at you, "Don't you dare stop!"

As a reward, you're hand speeds up faster than before. You don't break the pace you've set, don't look away from his helmet, for once letting him have what you so cruelly kept out of reach. Cobra comes in your hand with a stuttering, broken, gasping cry of your alias. You haven't the time to move your mouth away, his load hitting you across the nose and cheek. You would grumble if it didn't make that pit in your stomach flip and turn with something you try desperately to hold down.

I'm thinking about forcing myself on another woman when we're the only ones in a campsite.

In the back of a camper van, where there's physically no space for her to push me off or get away. In a tent, where she thinks see-through walls and zips will protect her. In the shower block where she's exposed and wet and relying on social niceties to not be violated.

One day, your gf asks you to go over and feed her dog. It's ridiculous at this point, but you can't back out.

You go over to find her dog lounging on the couch in just a collar, playing games. You ask if its supposed to be on the couch, joking, and it lunges at you.

You scream as it pins you to the floor, and beg, and plead. They're a person, they can understand you, they must be able to - but there is no sign of consideration in their eyes as they shred your clothes and mount you. Just a low growl, and the sounds of animal satisfaction over your quiet sobs.

After an eternity, you hear your girlfriend open the door. You cry out, thank god, she'll save you.