Angrily strip your clothes off.

You clench your fists, look at him with a furious expression, make an angry grunt of resignation, and setting about taking your stealth suit off in a pair of quick, jerky movements. The skintight armored top comes straight off over your head, snapping your bra off with it in the same motion. You toss both aside, not paying any attention to Dawson's wide-eyed gawk at your bare chest before you hook your fingers into your waistband and slide both your leggings and briefs straight down to the floor. You step out of your folded garments wearing nothing, and cross your arms, covering your chest while glaring at the security officer sharing the room with you.{if WolfmanRape =True}

The space between your legs is still red and raw from last night, when you were forcefully **** by a mutant wolfman. You to avoid thinking about that, in case it brings up feelings you have difficulty suppressing.{elseif BanditRape =True}The space between your legs is still red and raw from last night, when you were **** by the young bandit. You to avoid thinking about that, in case it brings up feelings you have difficulty suppressing.{endif}

Overall, the whole procedure probably took about three seconds, and was calibrated to be as mechanical and unsexy as you could make it. Dawson doesn't seem to care though, as he slings the rifle off over his head and tosses it backwards to the closed door with a clatter.

"Fast, no foreplay, I like it. You must have done this before, Miss Pierce. Back against that wall there, arms over your head, one leg up."

Fuck off, pig.

You suppress your initial reaction to punch him square in the chin, and do as he says, leaning backwards against the nearby wall and crossing your arms above your head, while raising one of your mechanical legs off the ground for quick access to your nethers. Dawson takes his jacket off, and drapes it over the table. He takes a moment to look you up and down, quietly wolf whistling at your naked body. You find this disgusting, and can't resist an acidic response.

"Get this over with and fuck off, pig."

He laughs and reaches into his armored pants, fishing his hard cock out from within. He's bigger than you expected from a small town cop with an authority fetish{if WolfmanRape =True} but given you survived your recent violation, you're not worried about that{endif}.{if WolfmanRape =True}

He pays special attention to the red rawness between your legs, grinning right at you.

"You've been busy. Either you're a little slut, or you can't keep people out of your pussy. Probably already pregnant, huh? Gonna fill you up anyway. Probably fuck half the zone before get out of here. Or get **** by them, this place isn't nice to weak girls. So which is it, weak, or a slut?"{elseif BanditRape =True}

He pays special attention to the red rawness between your legs, grinning right at you.

"You've been busy. Either you're a little slut, or you can't keep people out of your pussy. Probably already pregnant, huh? Gonna fill you up anyway. Probably fuck half the zone before get out of here. Or get **** by them, this place isn't nice to weak girls. So which is it, weak, or a slut?"{else}

He pays special attention to the space between your legs, grinning right at you.

"I love you enhanced girls. All bark and no bite. Million dollars of upgrades, and you're just gonna sit back and let me fuck you, fill you to the brim. And don't even think of doing anything stupid, you're stuck with me to the end. Assaulting an officer of the law is a very serious crime.{endif}

You barely suppress a response, just staring at him. He leans in extremely close, placing his face inches from yours. You're about the same height. You grimace when he plants a rough hand on your chest and another between your legs, roughly groping you. It hurts. You clench your fists again, as he plants a sloppy kiss on your lips. You don't move a muscle. Drawing back again, he looks you in the eyes, sliding one hand off your body to take his length in hand, and line himself up with your pussy.