You sit down in the living room, taking a moment to rest. Vivian is still here, lying in front of the TV and watching a movie. You watch her for a few minutes as she stares at the screen.
"That stuff will rot your brain, you know."
"My brain is in peak condition."
"Oh yeah? If that's the case, why weren't you able to stop this?"
"Stop what?" Vivian asks, turning. Her eyes widen and she tries to roll away, but too late. You already have hold of ankles, tickling the bottoms of her stocking feet.
"I've always wondered," you say, grinning cruelly, "are cyborgs ticklish too?"
"Stop!" Vivian shrieks, clawing at the carpet in front of her and trying in vain to squirm away. "If you want-- hahaha-- if you want to-- hahahaha! STOP!-- if you want to know, tickle yourself!"
"It's not possible to tickle yourself," you say, still tormenting her. Her feet are so tiny that you can easily hold both ankles in place as you run your fingertips across the well-defined arch of her soles.
"S-shtoppp!" Vivian begs, slurring it through her peals of laughter like she's drunk. "You know I'm-- hahaha-- HAHAHAHHH-- shhhhhtoppp-- you know I'm ticklish now-- SUH-TOP!!!"
You wrench her legs back, tugging her across the carpet. Releasing her feet, you grab hold of her wrists, and pin her to the ground.
"You're a beast," Vivian pouts, still panting for breath. "This mistreatment is completely unacceptable."
"Shush," you tell her. You have to tuck your chin in to your chest just to see the top of her head.
"Unhand me," she says.
"Do you want to go out somewhere?" you ask, ignoring her demand.
"Do you mean-- on a date?"
"There's a parade in town on the 4th. I thought you might like it. If you want to call that a date, then I guess..."
"I see."
She says nothing more for a minute or so, lying motionless beneath you. You listen as her breathing becomes normal again.
"I will accompany you," she says, "but only if you admit that you are asking me on a date."
"So you still have some smugness in you after all. Who says I need you to keep me company? I've got five other--"
"Kukuku~" she laughs, and it actually comes out sounding exactly like that. "I know you want my company," she says. "I've had you under my spell from day one."
"I think you've got the roles reversed," you say. "You're the one who's addicted to MY semen--"
She begins to wiggle her pantied butt against your crotch, purposely egging you on. "But YOU'RE the lolicon," she says. "You can't hope to resist me..."
"Well," you say, hiking up her skirt, "if I can't resist you, then you can't blame me for what's about to happen."
Vivian's superiority dissolves in an instant. "Alabaster," she says, a worried catch to her voice. "This is not an ideal location--"
"It's fine," you insist. "No one cares where we fuck. If someone walks in, let them see. And you need a dose, right?"
"Well, yes, but--" she squirms a bit against your grip.
"No 'buts'. You told me just the other day that you'd be my cum receptacle. Don't back out now."
"Unf--" Vivian half whimpers and half gulps as you remind her of her words to you.
You reach underneath her and tug down her panties. Her puffy slit is sticky with arousal already. Whatever she says, her body tells the truth: it aches for your seed.
You release her wrists and allow her the opportunity to free herself, but she doesn't take it. Instead, she looks back at you with wide eyes.
"If-- if you want me to be your cum receptacle, I suppose I'm not... averse... to that..."
That's all you needed. You spread her plump ass cheeks wide, and surge yourself forward. Vivian's taut little stomach bulges as you fill her with your cock. Her pussy twitches around you, stretching to accommodate your member.
No longer worried about harming her after your first encounter, you hump her to your heart's content, raping her womb full of hot cock. Vivian's satisfied mewls and murmurs underneath you drive you to be rougher and rougher with her, but she doesn't seem to have a limit.
"Please cum," she says. "Please cum please cum please cum--"
"You want it that badly?" you ask, still pumping her. Her little uterus shudders with wanton desire.
"Please cum please cum please cum--"
She can't say anything else as you rail her. She just balls up her little fists and tightly closes her little eyes and stutters the same two syllables over and over. With her shameless begging and slippery onahole cunt gripping you, you blow your load rather quickly.
"Ahhhh---!!" Vivian sighs as she feels your hot cum pouring into her. You arch your back and push against her little loli butt as hard you can to seat yourself as deep as possible, and paint her deepest parts with semen. The tightness of her pussy clamping down around you draws your orgasm out. Cum trickles from your cockhead in a slow stream for minutes on end.
Done with your orgasm, you begin to pull out of Vivian's sucking cunt, but she reaches out to stop you. She grabs you by the wrist and pleads: "no... I want all of it..."
"What?" you say, confused.
"Please..." Vivian murmurs. "Your ejaculate isn't the only bodily fluid that contains X-11." Her eyes shimmer as you piece together what she means.
"Alabaster--" she says. "Please-- use me as a urinal..."
You turn her over so she lies on her back, your cock still mated to her. Cum seeps out from around her deliciously overstretched pussy lips and down the contours of her ass. Her belly pokes up where your dick is raping into her.
Vivian stares up at you with droopy eyes, her expression completely fucked-out and delirious. You reach out and probe her mouth with your thumb. She lets her jaw hang open and her tongue loll out to accept your violations.
You fishook her cheeks and spread them apart. You squeeze and pinch her tongue. You reach down to the very back of her throat with your fore and middle fingers. She does nothing to resist any of it. She just drools around you and gags slightly on your invading fingers. The inside of her mouth is as as soft and velvet-smooth as her cunt, and even wetter.
"Pleashe," Vivian says around your probing thumb, "ushe my toiret womb to relieffe yourshelfff--"
You flex your abdomen and force out a steady stream of piss into Vivian's undeveloped pussy. Her belly starts to inflate, like a water balloon, before she can't hold anymore. The searingly hot liquid pours out of her cervix and all around your dick, pooling underneath her. Her cunt spasms and milks your piss from your bladder.
You work your fingers in and out of her mouth like a second cock, keeping her jaw pried open to allow access. She chokes and sputters obscenely around you as you fill her with your urine. Her orgasms turn into full body convulsions, the pleasure overriding her nervous system's ability to keep herself under control. She shakes and trembles like a seizure victim, so full of cum and piss that she looks six months pregnant.
"You're a fucking wreck," you tell her, still pissing into her. "As usual..."
"Pleasshheee--" she begs around your probing fingers, "Messsh me uppp-- mmmmf~~... ruin me..."
You finish emptying yourself inside her and pull out with a nasty plop as you stand. Like a bursting dam, Vivian's cunt unleashes the pent-up semen and piss, pouring it in a milky, amber, steaming puddle all over Gustav's expensive carpeting. Without your fingers to gag her, Vivian gags herself, jamming practically an entire fist down her throat as she coughs and chokes around it. Her own bladder releases too, and her mess joins yours. She writhes side to side, cumming obscenely, her face smeared with spit and mucus. Her clothes are completely ruined and caked with filth.
"Thank you," she moans over and over as you prod her with your toe. "Thank you for making me your toilet..."