Take it.

It's not like you have many options.

You make a huff of irritation, before emitting the word "Fine." He gets a big grin on his face.

"Go on then."

Turning away from him, you start to mechanically remove your clothes as quickly and unceremoniously as you can. Nothing in the deal said you had to make it sexy. He whistles when you take your shirt off.

"Nice tits girl. Should show em off more. Little cleavage might distract the boys."

"Fuck off."

He laughs at the obvious hatefulness in your voice, and starts to unbuckle his pants. What he produces isn't that impressive, but at least that'll make this easier.

"Well, I'm waiting."

You approach him, keenly aware of the fact that you could easily tear him limb from limb before he even knows what's going on, if you didn't need him. You crouch down on your knees in front of him, and wrap a mechanical hand around his cock. He laughs when you touch him.

"Cold hands, girl. Not the pleasure model, are they."

Suppressing another burst of rage, you decide to just get it over with. You've got almost no experience with this kind of thing, but how tough can it be. Without pause, you wrap your lips around his length and push yourself onto him.

You go too far at first, poking the back of your throat, which causes you to pull back off him and start coughing. He laughs and tussles your hair, messing it up.

"Too big for you cyborg?"

You wish, asshole.

Composing yourself, you move in for another try, slowing yourself down this time. He tastes awful in ways you don't want to describe.

You slide yourself on and off him, trying to keep your tongue away from the action. When you accidentally scrape your teeth along his member, he decides to take over.

"God, you're terrible at this. I can see why you're a soldier."

He grabs you by both sides of the head, and tries to pull you further onto his cock. When he finds himself completely incapable of overriding your mechanical muscles, he instead settles for using you as leverage to fuck himself in and out of your mouth while grunting softly. You gag and try to control yourself, switching to your internal air supply so you don't have to breath the smells he's emitting.

It doesn't take long for him to get close to finishing.