Two—And The Prostheses Stay On During Sex

Sam had time to finish her bourbon as she watched Klaus disrobe, the mechanical claws at the end of his prosthetic arms working carefully. It was kind of fascinating to watch him work, fixing a button-opener in one claw, then methodically undoing button after button. She would have offered to help...but he didn't ask for it, and Sam didn't want to insult him. He seemed to be quite capable on his own.

The body that emerged was trim, fit, pale from too many days in hospital, but something told Sam that the scars went more than skin deep. They were a map to a deeper pain. She could sense it in the way his eyes sometimes stole to where she sat on the edge of the bed...her bathroom had fallen open, and his whole face seemed fixed for a moment when he saw the curve of her breast, the soft valley of her stomach, the glimpse of the hidden treasure between her legs.

The heat of the bourbon radiated outward through her body by the time Klaus was fully naked...and his cock was hard as he turned to remove the tool from one claw, and to carefully lift up his own drink to his lips with both hands. Sam shrugged out of her robe, set the glass aside...and studied his dick.

There were raised, purple-red bands of flesh, one of which cut right across the glans. The scars were thick all around his crotch, large patches discolored, mottled and hairless. The prick was a decent size, average, but also severely curved upward.

"Jesus," Sam swore, shocked by the **** displayed.

Klaus set the glass down carefully, and scratched at his hip with one claw.

"I was taking a piss," Klaus said. "Thought it was just a bit of trash on the side of the road. Accidentally triggered the explosive. You know I was seven inches long, before? The doctors were able to preserve six inches, and my functionality, but there's a...bit of loss of sensation."

Sam sucked in her breath. She couldn't really take her eyes off of it.

"How...how bad. I mean, if I suck it, could you...?"

"Wouldn't do much for me," he said. "I can still cum, it just takes me...a little longer, and I have to go a little harder. Now, I need your help for something."

She looked up from his prick...and saw the square of an unopened condom package in his right-limb claw. Relief flooded through Sam. She's almost forgotten.

"Yeah, sure...of course. C'mere..."

As he stepped forward, Sam could actually smell him. That weird, masculine funk that men have, the locker-room reek of large mammal, even when they're clean, as Klaus was. Sam tore open the packet with her teeth and lowered the condom over his prick. This close, she could really see how his dick must have been torn to pieces and literally sewn back together...a real Frankencock's monster...

Well, don't worry little guy, Sam thought. I'm going to treat you right, and we're going to have a lot of fun together!

The base of the condom fit snuggly around his curved prick. Sam looked up at Klaus and smiled, suddenly nervous but determined. This was about more than just her getting off now. One cool metal claw caressed her cheek...and the tip of Klaus' tongue touched his teeth, lips open just enough so that she could see it.

"Just so you know...I mean what I said. To get off, I need to fuck you hard, and for a long time. An hour, sometimes. It's going to get uncomfortable. And when I...when I get really into it, I'm not going to stop. Not if you have to pee, not if you scream. My fiance, she couldn't take it. Just telling you ahead of time. Fair warning. Go pee if you have to. Last chance to back out."

"So...how did you want me?" Was Sam's reply.

On her knees, facing away from him. His cool metal claws, thankfully dull, scraped lightly down Sam's thighs. She had to reach down and guide his cock inside of her, and Sam was thankful that she was wet enough that she could squeeze in... and then he was in, moving inside of her, his scarred flesh pressed against her buttocks and Sam shivered as she felt what she had long missed and wanted...the warmth of another human being, of a real cock inside her pussy. Now all she had to do was close her eyes and clutch the bedsheets in her fists and let Klaus do all the work...

Except that the metal claws came down, one over either shoulder, the dull tips just hooking into the hollows of her collarbones...and Klaus began to thrust, hard and deep, so hard that Sam grunted as the curved cock hit too deep inside of her, and the metal tips dug into her sensitive flesh and before she could even process that he was thrusting again, with all of his strength, and it was all that Sam could do to push back to avoid being knocked off the bed.

He wasn't kidding about needing it rough.

Sam had thought she understood, but she hadn't, not really. The hooks bit into her flesh, the cock thrust over and over and it was like an intense workout...Klaus put his whole body and all his strength into each thrust, his cock ground hard inside her pussy all along the curve, it punched deep until it felt like it hit some inner barrier inside Sam, and then it pulled back to do it again and again and again. It wasn't more than ten or twenty second before Sam began to feel sore and uncomfortable..and she knew, from what he had said, that they were just getting started.

Seconds ticked over to minutes. Sam set her jaw and held on as Klaus continued his ****. That's what it was now, and she had no illusions. She wondered about his fiance, or maybe about the sex workers he'd gone with in the military before his accident. Somehow she doubted that he just woken up one day after they'd rebuilt his dick to find out he could only cum by treating women like pieces of meat. Except Sam wasn't being paid, and she sure as shit didn't love Klaus. She was here to get off too.

He didn't stop her, when her left hand slid down her body toward her pussy. She didn't stop him as he pounded away, as if trying to maximize her pain and discomfort. A part of her wondered if Klaus watched her shoulderblades as her fingers found her clit and began to rub...or if he simply had a dead-eyed thousand-yard stare, a part of him back in Afghanistan with the lost inch of his prick, riding over bumpy roads in armored vehicles, the whine of the engine in his ears, dick hard as he caressed his weapon...

It was, Sam decided, as she fingered herself and the curved cock scraped her cunny, a lot like before she had even used the Fuckr app. They weren't having sex in any meaningful way, there was no connection being made. Just masturbating using each other's bodies, lost in their own worlds, and all Sam could do was close her eyes and grind her clint harder as though to punish herself for putting herself in the position where she was being humped like a dog's pillow, her cunt burning from the friction as Klaus kept on like the Energizer bunny.

After a few minutes, Sam began to pant. She squeezed her pussy hard, and felt Klaus' claws dig into her shoulders harder. Her fingers were a blur as she began to gasp...to moan...and that seemed to set him on to push harder, to pound that cock that had been broken and remade in and out of her faster than before, and shooting pains began to stab through her pussy but she ignored it and kept on.

Until her breath stopped in her chest and her whole body shook. Muscles so taut they quivered, her pussy squeezed so hard but Klaus' cock pushed through it, not caring if she tore...until Sam arrived out the other side of the climax, gasping for breath, silver stars bursting in front of her eyes...but Klaus wasn't done.

He wouldn't be done, not for a while.

It became a kind of battle of wills, or perhaps endurance. Sam would not admit defeat. Not as the minutes ticked by, not as the friction in her pussy rose to become a constant, ongoing burn, the ache in her pussy from the repeated impacts like being stabbed in the cunt again and again. For a while, she tried to masturbate again, but her fingers grew sore and her body was no longer in the mood. Her legs began to shake and she rubbed her clit less out of any hope of cumming again than because she knew even if she stopped lubricating that Klaus wouldn't stop. She grunted as his claws wore sore spots in her shoulders, her butt felt bruised from the repeated impacts...and still it went on...until it seemed to Sam that it had been well past an hour.

Then he drew his legs up. Never stopped, never shifted his rhythm, but she could feel his thighs on either side of her now. His breathing grew closer...sweat dripped down onto her back...she could almost feel him tense, the claws dug in even more, and she was sure he was close, the plap-plap-plap of his prick in her worn and aching hole almost hypnotic in its intensity.

She felt his lips against her neck. Thought for a moment it was a kiss. Then she felt the edge of his teeth.

Sam howled like a cat as he bit into her. Instinctively, her cunt clenched...and Klaus chose that moment to blow his load. All the stored-up sperm pumped deep inside, the reservoir of the condom expanding like a balloon...and as Klaus licked at the blood on her neck, Sam was suddenly very, very glad that he had worn a condom.

"Thank you," he said, when he could speak again. "Now I must ask...one more favor."

"I don't think I could take two hours of anal," Sam said, her voice tired and frail.

For the first time, Sam heard Klaus chuckle. "No. I need you to help me remove the condom. I need to take a piss, and I don't think you want me to do it inside of you."

Which was, the tired and exhausted Sam thought, true enough.