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Before you even know what’s happening, it — he — has you. You’re fast, but he is somehow faster, moving with impossible speed despite the cumbersome animatronic suit. He grasps your shoulders in a vice-like grip and yanks you backward, ripping your hands from the door handle as he drags you, struggling, back into the security office.
“Not so fast,” he taunts, his mechanical baritone resonating in the enclosed space. “You -" His voice has a slight lilt to it, almost like he’s laughing at you. “You, little night guard, have a job to do.”
Fear chokes you; it gathers, acidic, at the back of your throat, cutting off your scream as you are tossed roughly back against the desk, as if you weigh nothing. He advances on you, his towering form blocking the flickering overhead lights. He is massive, the suit making him easily seven feet tall. You know instinctively that there is a man inside, a human being just like yourself, but in this moment, with him looming over you in this monstrous form, any humanity he has left is lost to you. His silver eyes gleam in their dark sockets, and the suit grins toothily, revealing the barest shadow of a face. There is no man here, only the monster, with a monster’s prerogatives, and a monster’s appetites.
Whimpering, you scrabble backwards, your shoes slipping on the damp linoleum floor. He chuckles darkly, tilting his head in a mocking gesture.
“You can run,” he says, taking another heavy step toward you. “You can try. But I will catch you, be assured of that."
He reaches for you, and despite knowing that he’s right, your animal instincts take over, and you do try. You dodge, attempting to duck and bolt for the door, but his massive hand clamps down on your arm and yanks you back. With that same superhuman speed he pulls you to him and pins you down, your back against the desk. Then, deftly, almost idly, he flips you over, slamming you face-down with a force that knocks the wind out of you. The office spins and blurs around you, and you struggle to catch your breath, and in the meantime you hardly notice what else he is doing to you. By then, however, it is too late. You feel cold, dank air against your bare skin and a scream claws its way up your throat, raw and desperate in its terror.
“I am not so changed that I have lost all humanity,” he coos from behind you, splaying one massive hand against your back. “I am still a man in some of the ways that count. But I am also what I have always been — what we all are, deep down. An animal. And animals —“ He slots up against you, and tears fill your eyes as you realize what’s happening. “—have needs.”
You squirm and struggle in his grip, your nails scraping against the dirty surface of the desk, but it does nothing. He enters you with a sharp thrust and a deep, satisfied grunt, and you cry out in pain, completely shocked by the size of him. Is this him, you think, or the monster, the suit, the animal? You suppose it hardly matters. He is inside you, and you can do absolutely nothing about it, and what happens to you now depends entirely on his whims, his desires.
In the cavernous emptiness of the abandoned building, there is nothing but the two of you. Cold silence fills the office, punctuated by your stuttering gasps and his groans of pleasure and the squeaking of the desk as he ruts into you. It’s painful at first, and you find yourself crying, wondering if this is really happening, if he will let you go after, if this is how you will die. But then, as you resign yourself, your body relaxes, going limp in his grip, and suddenly he speaks to you, his voice softer and more human than you’ve ever heard from him before.
“Good…there you go now. That’s good.”
Something in you shifts, reacting viscerally to the praise. You crane your neck to try and look at him, but all you can see is a shadow of the suit’s head in your peripheral vision, those inhuman silver pinprick eyes glittering within. He thrusts deeper into you, and this time amid the pain there is pleasure. You moan, completely by instinct, and he makes a deep rumbling sound, almost like a purr.
“That’s it. Give in to me. Let me have you.”
Yes, you think, more of a bodily reaction than a conscious thought. You’re not sure what has come over you, but you’re enjoying this somehow, pleasure mingling with the stinging pain in a way that is completely new to you, and yet feels perfectly natural, as if you’ve been fucked like this a hundred times before.
He likes it, clearly; he continues to encourage you in that deceptively gentle tone. His voice, you note dimly, has an accent, a refined British lilt to it. It’s calming, almost erotic. You begin to feel that everything will be alright if you just trust him.
Just as you begin to relax, however, he changes his pace, thrusting harder into you with a relentless greed that makes you cry out. The cold metal of the suit’s palm, barely softened by the exterior fur, bruises your back as he holds you down. Your hips knock painfully against the desk; your core feels too full, too stuffed. He presses as far into you as he can, rocking against you as his words of encouragement slowly devolve into breathless grunts.
You feel it when he begins to cum, feel the sudden twitching of him inside you and the tension in his movements. Realizing what he intends, you give a final, jerky struggle, but it’s completely ineffectual. Suddenly he cries out, a low, guttural snarl, and you feel him pulse and empty himself inside you, flooding you with hot cum. Your own orgasm breaks in you like a taut cord snapping, sudden and intense. You clamp down around him, fully embracing the seed he is spilling into you, your vision whiting with pleasure.
You are nothing but a receptacle, and it is the greatest pleasure you have ever felt.
An eternity in moments passes, and then he finally pulls out of you, letting your body collapse, limp and shaking, against the security desk. The fluorescent lights flicker overhead; static crackles on the CCTV screens. He chuckles, his hand lingering on the small of your back for just a moment.
“A job well done,” he says. “You almost deserve a raise for that.”