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Playing with the Iron Man suits-again
Clarke, as Tony Stark knew very well, deeply enjoyed being fucked by the Iron Man suits. There didn't need to be anyone in it, it just needed to have a mechanical dildo on it, which Tony was more than happy to add on.
Tony invented more Iron Man suits by the bunches, and he would equip several with a metal cock.
It was the easiest thing to control, too. He had a piece of headgear, which acted as the controller for the suits.
All he had to do was put on the gloves and make motions, and the suits would do everything that he instructed, without him even being in the suits. Which left Tony with an idea.
Often Tony wondered about his inventions. And he knew Pepper did too. But he and Pepper were on the same page about this. And so was Natasha.
So, when Tony had announced his plans of what to do with Clarke, using the Iron Man suits that night, announcing it to Pepper? Natasha was nearby in the Stark Tower, and looked intensely intrigued.
She said, walking over, "So, you're going to use the Iron Man suits to pound Clarke's brains out, are you, Stark?"
Tony addressed Natasha, sharing a smirk with her, wondering if Natasha wanted in on the action, but already aware of the answer.
Pepper turned to Natasha, as well, grinning as she said, "Don't worry, Romanoff, I won't let Tony hog the controls. We can take turns having the suits fuck Clarke till she can't move."
All three Tony, Pepper and Natasha grinned, on the same page.
Tony was the one that made the suggestion to Clarke, that she come over to his and Pepper's room and the two of them and Natasha use the gear to have the Iron Man suits fuck Clarke's brains out.
Clarke, when she was given this idea? Hesitated, then whimpered, all too aware of the heat running down to between her legs.
So, she agreed to the idea.
And that night? Clarke showed up at the room where Tony, Pepper and Natasha were waiting for her in Stark Tower, and they let her in, Clarke got up to the top of the tower, and entered the room.
"Hey," she said, nodding to Pepper and Tony, "Morgan, is she asleep?"
"Of course," Pepper said, smiling, "I got her to sleep. So, we don't need to worry about her walking in on us."
Morgan Stark was barely three years old, which meant she could easily walk into a room and walk in on her parents and Clarke having sex. So, they had needed to make sure that Morgan got to sleep earlier and kept the door locked.
Jarvis would alert them if anything was wrong in Morgan's room.
"Well, then," Tony said, gesturing with his Iron Man suit, gloved hand to a doorway, "Go into that room. There are the Iron Man suits there." He looked at the large, wide TV screen mounted on the wall across from her, Pepper and Natasha. "The TV is connected to the camera in that room," he said, "We want to watch you get fucked on that screen."
Clarke's eyebrows were raised at this, but the blond didn't protest.
Either way? Regardless of whether Clarke was fucked by the Iron Man suits in the same room as Tony, Pepper and Natasha or if she was fucked in the next room and observed on camera by her three older lovers, she didn't give a damn. Either way, it was a turn on for her.
Clarke chuckled and walked away from them, to the doorway opposite of her and the doors opened up.
Tony said before Clarke went through the doors, "Clarke, what's your safeword?"
Clarke sighed. She didn't think she needed a safeword. But she knew that Tony, Pepper and Natasha would insist. So, the zombie answered, glancing over at her three older lovers, "Skyscraper."
Tony nodded. "Alright," he said, "So, if you want to stop, use that safeword, and we'll stop fucking you with the suits, as soon as you do, okay?"
Clarke nodded. She slipped through the metal doors and the metal doors closed behind her.
She walked into the large room, observing the lights all switching on, and she saw the many Iron Man suits in the room with her.
She took note of the many Iron Man suits. She had seen all of these suits before-well, almost all of the suits. A few of the suits she realized, Tony probably hadn't pulled out for a while, after inventing the new Iron Man suits.
The closest suit was gray and looked a lot like War Machine, before it had been painted new colors and rebranded as the "Iron Patriot." Honestly, Clarke hated that new name.
War Machine was threatening. Iron Patriot made Rhodey sound like a tool.
But that was just her opinion. The communities that were different from the many tribes, here in the United States? Were much like the cultures that had existed in the United States before the bombs and the radiation.
So, painting War Machine red, white and blue and renaming War Machine the Iron Patriot, never rose eyebrows from anyone, except those like Clarke, who actually used more than two braincells at a time.
The large gray Iron Man suit, and really all of the Iron Man suits, from what Clarke could see? Had no metal dildos. Which led Clarke to give a perplexed frown.
She heard Tony announce from a speaker, and Clarke turned to the sound of his voice, seeing the camera mounted on the wall above her, switching on, the red light on the camera on, alerting her that the camera was on and watching her.
Tony announced, "Get ready, baby, your pussy is going to be in for one hell of a pounding."
Clarke paused, hearing a zooming noise that reminded her of a powerful machine of unknown origin switching on, and heard metal footsteps starting to walk in her direction.
Clarke turned around, eyes wide, startled.
She saw the Iron Man suits all with their eyes in slits, glowing white, the circles and a few of them with upside down triangles, glowing white, as well, their powerful, broad, metal frames some painted gold and red, some painted red and silver, some almost entirely gold and some almost entirely silver, moving back and forth as they got closer, and Clarke gasped, when she saw their hips move in a specific manner, several metal lengths being unsheathed from the fronts of their metal lower torsos.
"Oh, boy," Clarke grumbled, realizing that Tony's words, "your pussy is going to be in for one hell of a pounding," was actually very accurate.
"If you want to," Tony said, as the large gray Iron Man suit grabbed Clarke by her hips and pulled her close, its right hand going to the waistline of Clarke's pants and pulling them down roughly, "You had better use your safeword now, or you're going to be loose enough by the end of this, that all of the Iron Man suits can fuck you at the same time, baby girl."
Clarke whimpered, aroused by Tony's words, and gasped, eyes closing, when she felt two metal fingers push up inside her cunt, spreading those fingers inside of her. She moaned, rocking her hips back and forth against those fingers.
She heard Natasha's voice then, "My, my, aren't we so easy to satisfy, malen'kiy? If I had known that Tony and Pepper liked to do this, I would have insisted on joining ages ago."
A vicious thrust of those metal fingers sent Clarke over the edge and she screamed, hands going out and gripping the metal arms holding her, as those metal fingers pumped in and out of her, forcing more lubrication to spill out of her and slicking those thick metal fingers.
The gray suit pulled its fingers from her cunt, then gripped her waist and lowered her body, raising its hips to her.
Clarke didn't need to open her eyes to know what was about to happen.
As soon as she felt something blunt, round and metal touch her vaginal opening? She knew instantly what she was in for.
And when those metal hands pulled her down, and she felt a steel-hard length, thick and powerful entering her, Clarke cried out, head being thrown back, as that metal length brushed along her clit, her hips bucking against the intrusion.
She felt the hands push her back and the hips go back, then snap forward, and Clarke moaned out loudly, head tilted back, white filling her vision as her pale blond hair hung down, being held like that by the Iron Man suit as it thrust back and forth into her.
From the room where Tony, Pepper and Natasha were watching, their hungry eyes not leaving the screen, all of them smirking, Tony kept moving his gloved hands, manipulating the suit currently fucking Clarke, making it fuck her harder and harder over and over again.
"The convenient thing about those suits," Natasha chuckled, "Is they don't ever get tired."
"That's right," Pepper said, grinning widely, and her blue eyes went to the Iron Man suits in the room next to Clarke and the Iron Man suit fucking Clarke, all lining up as if waiting their turn, which in a way they were, because that was what Tony had instructed them to do. She chuckled, "Fuck her a few times with five of those suits, Tony. Then it's my turn." She then looked to Natasha, who had one of her frightening, all to knowing smirk on her face.
Natasha leaned forward, watching hungrily as the gray Iron Man suit, pounded into Clarke's pussy, holding the collared zombie's hips tightly as Clarke thrust into the pounding motions, the Iron Man suit holding Clarke off of the floor in midair.
Natasha said, "When it's my turn to use the gloves and headgear, it will be the last time it will be used. Because Clarke isn't going to be able to walk by the time I'm finished using those suits to fuck the hell out of her."
Author's note
Might be turned into a series, I don't know yet. Just had a thought about this, and I figured that Tony, Pepper and Natasha would like using the suits the most on Clarke.