Warning(s): non-con, fucking machine, bondage, rough sex
Darcy had only come down to the lab because Tony had requested her help with an experiment, wanting to respect her elders she accepted without a moment's hesitation. But she really should've seen this coming a mile away. She knew how Tony was, everyone knew, but she ignored her better judgment and now it got her into this situation that was now inescapable.
It felt like some horrible black and white monster movie from where she was strapped down to the cold metal of an operating table, but instead she was bare and there was enough room at the bottom to have her legs spread apart. All Darcy could see was the ceiling and she could hear the clatter from the left of her that was Tony Stark. He was moving something around. Something on wheels.
She tried pushing against her restraints but they wouldn't budge, after all they were steel. She mused for a moment that if the Hulk was in her position he'd break out without hardly trying. But she was brought back to reality when Tony's smug face loomed over into her line of sight, smiling cheekily like a kid with a magnifying glass. That's exactly what Tony was.
"Are you ready for the first test?" Tony droned on as if he needed Darcy's consent. She couldn't leave so it was an automatic yes. "I'll be putting it on the lowest speed first but I need to prep you."
Prep? For what? Tony disappeared from Darcy's field of vision and after a long moment she could hear him get something and set it down on a table next to her. Darcy held her breath and flinched away, as much as she could, when she felt fingers probe at her lower regions. She gasped, startled, but Tony's free hand came to rest on her thigh to anchor her.
Tony's wet and cold fingers entered her with ease, opening her up for something far more imposing than Tony. His fingers curled and scissored her open until he was satisfied enough to move on with his little "experiment". He had to say he was quite impressed with himself.
He walked around and something went thud against the table Darcy was laying on, leaving her straining to look down her body to see what it was. It looked like that one robot that always screwed up things for Tony but it was different because it had an obvious secondary function. It had something "extra" attached to it and she realized what it was.
But it was too late to turn back now even if she wanted to. She couldn't even shy her pelvis away from it as Tony adjusted it to her her current position. It resembled something of a crane from what Darcy could see and at the end of it there was a flexible blunt tip that had nudged its way an inch into Darcy. She moaned as she tried to accommodate the tip of it.
Tony walked over beside her with a switch on a cord, thumb hovering over a green button that was itching to push. After a good long minute of contemplation, which Tony feigned terribly, he pushed the button and the machine buzzed on. Darcy jumped as much as she could but it didn't stopped the machine from doing what it was programmed to do.
The machine pulsed forward to penetrate Darcy fully, making her moan as it vibrated and moved inside her. She never had sex with a machine before let alone use a vibrator, but this was somehow a pleasant experience. Tony stared down at her smirking with such high and mighty stature over Darcy.
After she warmed up to it, Tony switched the speed up higher and faster, causing her to thrash about on the cold sterile surface. Darcy couldn't even remembering coming because the rhythm in and out of her was overpowering and numbing. Her legs were shaking either from the intensity of the situation or because of the vibrated traveling through her restrained body.
Darcy tried tapping out with her hand but Tony didn't notice it and just like that her body was knotting up with momentum for another release that she was not ready for. Her passage convulsed and quivered around the invading object and she practically screamed, she was so sensitive. But even after the machine was out of sight and her restraints were taken away, Tony was far from being done with her.
Tony still needed his say in the matter of a completely helpless Darcy. He was beyond turned on and he figured now was the perfect time to take what he wanted, like he always has. She was opened up and wet and it was safe to assume that she wouldn't be hurt if Tony indulged a little. Well, not hurt physically at least.
He yanked her towards the end of the table and turned her around, facing away from Tony, and entered her with one shove. She winced slightly only because of being still tender after two orgasms and took it because she had no other choice. Her legs were shaking as she tried to keep herself up on the tips of her toes as Tony pumped in and out of her at his own pace.
"Just running some more preliminary tests," Tony grunted out as if he needed an excuse. Darcy wasn't going to stop him. She couldn't. She was numb and overstimulated and she just wanted it to be over. "Hope you don't mind."
She minded. She very damn well minded a lot. Darcy held onto the table and thought of anything but what was happening right now because she, despite having came twice, was uncomfortable, like a part of her was taken by force. Tony acted like he was something special to all womankind, but Darcy could see through all his charm and sweet talk.
He slammed his hips into her's, groaning and panting as he felt his orgasm reaching it's final threshold. He finished rather quickly for a man of his status, Darcy mused. Tony pulsed but before he could come he gripped the base of his cock, suddenly leaving Darcy empty and free. Luckily he had the common decency to pull out before he finished.
Instead he stroked himself once and came all over her inner thighs, painting them with warm come. She shivered and quaked and tried to disappear but she knew she wouldn't. Couldn't. Darcy waited until Tony zipped himself up and cracked some tasteless joke to break the tense mood, before she dressed herself with what little pride she had left.
Suddenly a warm bath sounded like heaven.
