Cucked by a Clone

You thread your fingers through "Officer" K.U.N.T.'s new hair, admiring the silkiness in a kind of dumb fascination. Then your hands clench, and you begin to jab your cock into her mouth ruthlessly, watching her face turn red as she gags and splutters around you, the police hat nearly falling off with every brutal thrust.

"She's hotter than you, Guzzle, and better at giving blowjobs," you snort, laughing as spit and drool begin to pour out of Cop-K.U.N.T.'s perfect mouth. Is that new? A by-product of looking like a flesh and blood babe? Or are you just such a fuckin' degenerate that you are literally breaking a fucktoy designed to get your rocks off?

Guzzle tosses her head like an agitated horse, and hisses through clenched teeth, "Bullshit! Give me that fucking meat, I'll show you who's better, dipshit!"

You laugh again and begin driving your cock deeper, lifting your hips off the seat with every thrust as you yank Cop-K.U.N.T.'s face down to smack into your pelvis. "Give you my meat? Open your eyes, you dumb bitch, I'm already giving it to you!"

A whining growl escapes Guzzle as she bucks her hips, her hands reaching up to grip her own hair. You have to admit, without her hat and sunglasses, she's nowhere near as intimidating. That could also have something to do with the fact she's directing all her attention to getting reamed by her seat, but hey, tomato-potato, right?

You turn your attention back to the slobbering fleshlight between your legs, and give her an evil grin.

"I'm already giving it to you, Officer, and you're! Gonna! Take! It! All!" you growl, punctuating your words with vicious thrusts, causing your fuckpuppet to **** and cry out beneath you. Then you stop, and smack her, hard enough for her head to turn before you yank her back into position. You watch her for a moment, admiring the way she gasps around your cock, the slightly askew hat and sunglasses, her trembling shoulders. You've never really wrecked a bitch before, and watching her try and cope with the dicking you've delivered is making you feel powerful in a way you had hardly imagined when you were alive.

You lean closer to her, and are happily surprised when she winces in apprehension. That's hot. You smirk, and murmur, "Ready to drink my cum, Officer? Get ready to guzzle it down!"

Both the clone and the cumdumpster moan in two different pitches as you reach for the steering wheel, gripping it in white-knuckled fury as you ready yourself. Then you take a deep breath, and slam yourself forward, ramming your shaft into Cop-K.U.N.T.'s hole, driving her head back into the steering wheel. You set up a punishing rhythm and keep her there, smashing your cock into her gullet, bouncing her head against the steering wheel as she gurgles around your invading meat. Guzzle's cries rise in pitch, reminding you of a dog yapping, and some vague part of you realizes she's cumming as she's watching herself get faceraped. You growl and chuckle darkly as you brutalize your cocksleeve, smacking her head against the wheel with a hollow thunk thunk that pushes you to greater heights of roughness.

"Stupid cunt. You're not a person; you're not even a her. You're an it. You're a fucktoy... made to drain dicks...your only purpose to get used...And! Guzzle! My! Cuuuuuuuum!"

You finish in a howl as you drive your cock forward one last time, trapping the rapemeat between your hips and the steering wheel, your dick pulsing in her slack throat as wave after wave of jizz shoots into her gullet. You pause a moment, trembling, before pulling out with a sklorch, cum dribbling out of K.U.N.T.'s used mouth. You stroke your shaft, sticky with cum and lube, and coax out a dollop of semen, making sure to look Guzzle in the eye as you deliberately rub the head of your cock against her sunglasses, leaving a snail trail of sperm on her shades. She murmurs blearily, her eyes unfocused, and you're pretty sure she didn't even register what you did. Still, it's the thought that counts.

Your thoughts (such as they are) are interrupted as the car begins shaking, a horrible shrieking whine coming from the engine, and the lights on the dash start blinking rapidly. You cry out as the car veers off the road, bouncing as it collides with unseen obstacles, weaving crazily until it stops with a crash into a wall.

Thank goodness you were wearing a seatbelt!