Robocopgirl vs. Terminatrix

[Protrepticus]

Description: Sex-fight between the T-X Terminarix and female robocop cyborg.

Elements: T-X, TX, Terminator, Terminatrix, Robocop, Robocopgirl, Female Robocop, ejaculation, female, futanari, gynoid, android, robot, malfunction, glitch, damage, destruction, death

ROBOCOPGIRL vs TERMINATRIX

Launched through the air with a “clank”, the cyborg crashed through the concrete wall. Robocop Joanne landed on her back and grunted. Nine feet from the officer, a tall, voluptuous blonde wrapped in skin-tight red leather relaxed her fist and smiled.

Within the office building’s 47th floor, the fluctuating lights danced over the Omni Consumer Products’ armour. Pistons whining, the officer attempted to rise from the rubble. Just how many hits had she received from the mysterious “suspect”? It was deathly obvious, from Joanne's inconclusive scans, that the being was not human. The woman was made of an alloy far beyond the OCP officer's plating. Evidence was strewn over Robo-Joanne's cracked and dented body.

Joanne was getting to her knees when she heard the sounds of mechanical clicking and beeping from above. With trepidation, her brown eyes peered up through her dark visor. Throbbing in skintight red leather, foreign, yet familiar shapes jutted out from between the blonde’s broad hips. A curved, tapered cock and large, ripe balls voluptuously bobbed above Joanne. The officer peered further up from the shiny, red genitals, past the ample cleavage, and into the icy stare of the woman that smirked back at her. Both women tilted their heads robotically.

Then Joanne's eyes were pulled back to the glossy objects. The glans glowed and the testes tightened. A scan revealed charging energy from within her assailant. This wasn't only a phallus - it was a cannon of some sort. And it was powering louder, now aimed at the officer's pretty face.

The standing woman turned her head more when Joanne's black hands squished into her large, breast-like balls. Exhaling, the blonde put her hands on her hips: what would her rudimentary opponent attempt? Four-hundred foot-pounds pressed into each sphere. The kneeling cyborg listened to the hyper-armour flex like tempered aluminium. With amazement, Joanne also heard thick liquid sloshing inside her grip. Increasingly, the blonde’s frigidly cool, confident visage softened. Joanne squeezed with all her might. Her efforts only had the effect of massaging the lady’s ceramic balls. Soon, the towering, muscular legs began to tremble. The whining sound and bright energy from within the penis subsided. A trickle of viscous cream oozed from the tiny opening in the leather, at the tip of the cockhead.

Joanne's eyes widened, and her exhalations became as loud as the blonde's. Her left hand continued fondling the tanks. Now, her right hand loudly whirred over the voluptuous shaft, tightening and widening along its feminine contours that glimmered in the fluorescents. Joanne's and the gynoid's artificial cheeks reddened. The blonde bit her lip and kneaded her chest. Her breasts swelled within the tight leather. Her doll eyes became vacant, glazing with pleasure. Perfect lips gasped out. Sticky cream blasted from the shiny cock, pattering upon Joanne's massive chest plates, ascending up toward her beautiful face, coating her helmet as well.

The large blonde thudded to her knees, moaning. On level with the officer, the leather lady reeled from overload. Joanne licked her lips, tasting the sweet, artificial cream. Then she leaned forward, pushing her tongue into the blonde's mouth. Their moans echoed in each other’s oral ports. Cybernetic arms wrapped around robotic bodies. Milky tongues danced together.

When Robocop Joanne pulled away from the ropey kiss, she inquired, “What are you?”

“I am the T-X: Skynet’s most advanced infiltrator.”

A hint of pride cut through the monotony of the blonde’s voice. Her beautiful, feline smirk unsettled the cyborg.

“What is your function? What is ‘Skynet’”? Joanne’s voice cracked with increasing worry.

Before Robo-Joanne could react, the blonde had already recharged. Joanne was picked up. Her 300 lb body floated like a feather. The blonde lay her down, squishing the OCP product against the soft office couch. The furniture creaked when the 400 lb, ceramic-mimetic combination slid toward the human brain wrapped in titanium armour.

“Wait…what’re you-” Joanne began.

The T-X’s crimson spear met Robo-Joanne’s black triangle. Skynet-grade scans had identified the hidden port. The spearhead pushed against the lower wall. The smooth crotch reshaped into plump, vaginal lips of glossy kevlar. Rushing in, the scarlet weapon bore through the wet gate. Joanne cried out. Black hands flew to red thighs. Thrusting fully into the kevlar orifice made the red balls “thud” against the metal glutes.

Joan’s systems shorted out. Her thick mouth pinched together. With a loud “whur”, the officer’s cranium rocked to the side, and back to look at her assailant. The blonde bent toward the helmet. Her huge, leather-clad breasts crushed into Joanne’s silvery globes. Rhythmically thrusting below, the assailant extended her tongue over the officer’s thin, black visor. The female Robocop sighed, her vision fogging.

“Ah!” exclaimed the officer when the red hips picked up speed.

Armoured breasts bounced together with each push. The cyborg’s circuits fired up. Joanne hadn’t felt this good in…she couldn’t even remember when. Dr. Faxx’s recent modifications had been insulting to the OCP agent. But now, even she would admit the installations were worth it.

“So you’re…you’re…” Joanne managed to say within breaths, “some kind of sex robot? Is ‘Skynet’ a new line of OCP products?”

The T-X slowed. Slightly furrowing her brow, she tilted her tightly bunned head. Darkness crept over her smile.

“I will show you what I was designed for.”

Shiny, leather asscheeks tensed together. Joanne’s neural-armour interface malfunctioned when the crimson cock plunged until it ground against internal mechanisms. The digital vision overloaded with green wisps. Whining her helmet back, a pained, elated grimace pulled Joanne’s lips. The black wall squealed around the red shaft. When the T-X was balls-deep, the mimetic tongue polished the officer’s chin-guard, below her croaking lips. The gynoid’s grip dented the cyborg’s thigh armour. With a “zip”, Joanne’s right leg was lifted for easier access.

Increasing static filled the OCP issued HUD. Green letters displayed:
Error: Sensory Overload

Gradually, the thrusting quickened. The T-X ploughed into Joanne with the speeding power of a jackhammer. Not only did the cyborg’s shell shake: her internals rocked with tremendous shockwaves. Once again, Joanne’s head whirred from side to side; her diagnostics showed:
Warning: Internal Structure Compromised

Between ragged breaths, Joanne managed to articulate, “You’re…you’re tearing me apart!”

The T-X leaned her twisting visage into Joanne’s: “My calculations indicate that you are enjoying this.”

With a “bang-bang-bang,” the T-X’s hyper-armour testicles struck the helplessly battered body. Sloshing loudly, the ceramic cannon carved its passage in and out of the lubricated, kevlar port. Joanne heard the high-pitched “whine” before she saw the drill extend from the T-X’s finger. The cyborg seized uselessly when the tool bit into the side of her black neck, above her bouncing, gun-metal breasts. Shortly after, the nanites jumped into the puncture. Pain data was flooded with pleasure. Blue symbols flitted across Joanne’s vision, obscuring the green static, along with her agony.

“Do you want me to stop?” the death-machine asked.

The officer’s human brain - the only “real” thing that remained of Joanne - tried to fight the effects of her hacked machinery. Her armour couldn’t take much more of the attack.

Regardless, Joanne’s quietly bashful response was, “No.”

Slowly, the T-X removed her drill. The fingertip gooped back from silvery to human colour. Rapidly, the kevlar clit was beaten by the assaulting cannon, and the pleasure blew out the Robocop’s warning diagnostics. With her hands cupping Joanne’s undulating chest-plates, the T-X went full throttle. The cyborg’s head unevenly shook atop the neck’s ball-joint. With a “wis-wis” the face rocked from side to side. Exposed lips beneath the helmet stretched into what almost appeared to be a smile. Then she felt it more clearly.

Bolts rattled from the hip connection. The T-X leered, above. She thrusted on, holding Joanne’s extended right leg. The shiny helmet rocked faster and faster. Screws came loose, “plinking” onto the corporate carpeting. With every rapid thrust, the OCP officer’s joint fizzled with small, sparking explosions. Primary cables twisted and unfastened. After loosening half-out, the large, thigh bolt vibrated in the socket. There would be no mercy.

For an instant, Joanne’s vision flared. A loud “clunk” pulled her attention to the carpet. A shapely, gun-metal leg flailed on the floor. Though robust, the feminine limb shone immaculately, save for the severed wires and hydraulic cables that spilled through the thigh’s wriggling stump.

“Aaahhh!” Robocop Joanne screamed.

Her kevlar opening jettisoning clear lubricant around the slowing cock. The escaping fluid plashed against the T-X’s sighing body, and onto the severed wiring, where the leg used to be.

Error: Right leg - not found
Warning: Power - 68%

Robo-Jo didn’t have time to read the rest of the prompts. The T-X had shoved her tongue into the cyborg’s mouth. Electricity surged between them. The gynoid’s balls deposited coolant through the curved penis, and into the cyborg’s snatch. Wide eyes rolled up behind the visor. The T-X hotly exhaled, her whole body going numb. She barely had time to pull out before collapsing on Joanne. Flooding, white goo dribbled from the thick, gleaming lips. More cream leaked out from the cyborg’s sparking stump.

There was only a moment of respite. Within seconds, a deafening buzz came from below. Joane’s face clicked downward. The gynoid was up, her left hand reconfigured into a rotating saw that screamed toward the prone figure. Joanne grimaced defiantly at the T-X’s mocking smile. When the spinning disk wedged itself into the cyborg’s ribbed, corset-like midsection, sparks bounced over the flexible kevlar. The spinning blade wedged between the glistening protrusions with more pressure. Joanne’s head glitchingly rocked again. Amidst the haze, she knew it was the gynoid’s nanites that made everything - even her humiliation - more pleasurable.

Robocop Joanne’s eyes went wider and her full lips parted. The screeching implement was chewing through the armour, scoring sensitive wires and circuits. Orange particles painted over the black material, while the space between her ribbed abdominals was dug into. Green reports fizzled through shaking vision. Conflicting data tore through the arching chassis. The T-X leaned in for another kiss while dragging her saw-hand across Joanne’s belly. Moans travelled over twirling tongues.

Then the blonde extended her swirling tip over the brunette’s jiggling chest. Artificial saliva coated each breast, where nipples would have rested. The officer bit her lower lip. With the virus coursing through her, Joanne experienced phantom nubs under the tongue’s caress. Liquid continued leaking from the shiny, black labia. The saw burrowed further, slicing support struts. Thick mouth basked in sparks while suctioning around the middle of each breast. Energy glowed from the hole of the leg stump. The blade chewed through the torso, scoring the couch. Systems overloaded with damage. Nearby, the right leg kicked with more ferocity. Another torrent of clear lubricant shot from Joanne’s robo-pussy.

The futuristic weapon powered down, reverting back to its human configuration. Joanne spasmed. Long fingers trailed through damaged cables, pistons, and microchips as it exited the gaping hole made in the midsection. The T-X’s infrared scanners allowed her to see the cyborg’s eyes rolling up in their sockets.

Gasping, the blonde was surprised when Joanne’s gauntlet managed to wrap around her thick penis. With jerky movements, the black hand sloshed over the curved weapon. The T-X had been constantly leaking precum while sawing through her opponent. Now, her ass tensed, her balls mirroring her glutes, while she threw back her bunned head.

In throws of passion, Joanne aimed the cannon toward her nearly bisected midriff. Cream painted over the black, glossy corset, caressing it with streams of opaquely white fluid. The Robocop’s hand continued choppily jerking. Jittering, the blonde jizzed within the breached opening. Thick liquid coated sparking inner mechanisms, seeping deeply into broken cogs and wires. Due to a momentary short-out, Joanne’s hand released the cumming cock.

Amidst gargling interference, the OCP HUD read:
Error: Midsection breached
Warning: Power - 35%
Outcome: Visit repair facility immediately

Joanne’s robo-pussy released more splashing lubricant. With a twitching smirk, she thought her diagnostics should also read, “Mission Accomplished: Roboslut status acquired.” The T-X “thunked” loudly against Joanne, her inflated breasts squishing against the hardened titanium. Oddly enough, the officer felt the T-X’s chest pushing and pulling back against her. It was as if the cybernetic organism were hyperventilating from exhaustion. These artificially replicated mannerisms couldn’t be recreated with modern technology, Joanne thought to herself.

Meanwhile, the crisp, blue Skynet interface indicated:
Battle Diagnostic: Enemy subdued.
Reactor Energy: 78% - recharging.
Cannon Coolant: 12% - refilling.
Affirming Action: Terminate target.

The anti-terminator sluggishly returned to a sitting position. Joanne gained her focus, in time to see the hand caress the side of her face. In one swift motion, the OCP helmet and chin-guard were torn off. Blue-green opticals looked into Joanne’s startled, brown eyes. The dark hair had spilled out, stylishly framing the cyborg’s beautiful face. The robocop thought, She was going easy on me this whole time!

“Let me help you with this,” the blonde said with feigned sweetness.

White nails clicked on each side of the Robocop’s hips. Then they pulled down. Joanne’s body spasmed even more violently than before. Hydraulic lines and titanium structures wrenched apart within the already compromised mid-section. Her vision shaking horribly, Joanne felt her lower body “crack” away from her top half.

“Aaaah!” Joanne cried with an increasingly hollow wail.

Error: Lower body - not found
Warning: Power - 24%

Joanne’s vision stabilised as much as it could amongst the list of errors. She saw the lower half of her corset-like belly - gyrating sensuously. The firing cable lines exploded upon contact with the splashing hydraulic oil. Amazingly, she could still feel her whole structure, right as another wave of ecstasy shot through her pussy.

The T-X lay her hands delicately on each side of Joanne’s twitching face. When the officer’s joints relaxed, the T-X’s visage slowly approached hers. But then she stopped. First, Joanne felt her metal sternocleidomastoids “ring” from hyperextension. As the blonde’s hands stretched Joanne’s head toward hers, the neck’s kevlar-titanium ball-joint groaned. Joanne gritted her teeth, but she didn’t bother to fight back. She knew she had lost the moment the blonde had punched her through the wall. Another hollow scream escaped Joanne’s full lips.

The pistons’ actuators snapped first. Then the entire ball-joint crackled, just as Robocop Joanne’s head was torn free from her body. A segmented, steel rod and power lines dangled from the open neck on the beefy upper torso, and right beneath the disembodied cranium. Rubber lips were pressed against the metal mouth. Tongues pushed together with lusty abandon.

Error: Body - not found
Warning: Power - 6%

The T-X’s huge breasts shot out from her leather jacket. The robocop’s - or rather the robocop’s head - hungrily suckled at the steel nipples. Almost instantly, the assassin nearly came from the stimulation. Then Joanne’s point of view tilted toward her own lower body. With the right leg missing, both women were able to access the wet crotch. The pair of tongues rapidly flicked over the black, kevlar clitoris. Joanne’s pleasure reached its peak as she felt herself cum into her own mouth, which kissed her assailant again.

Finally, her jittering mouth requested, “Let m-me suck you off, bitch.”

The T-X lowered Joanne’s cranium, whose tongue extended over the red tip, circling around the helmet. Knowing her target was in its final moments, the T-X gently caressed the dismantled officer. But Joanne didn’t want to go out like that.

“F-f-fuck my face, you robo-whore!” the electronic tone managed to articulate.

The gynoid smiled and thrust her plasma cannon through Joanne’s orifice, until it smashed out the neck stump. Joanne’s “mmm’s” were confirmation that she wanted more. As the T-X’s huge balls smacked against the cyborg’s chin, her rapid thrusts rendered Joanne’s metal windpipe into a pussy. This only stimulated the fallen officer further, whose lower body came again. Simultaneously, the terminator jettisoned the remaining coolant through the metal throat-hole, and all over Joanne’s wrecked, whirring body.

With the last of her energy spent, and static completely overlaying her vision, Joanne managed a, “I-I think I love y-y-you-u-u-u.”

Her consciousness slipping, the OCP officer heard the T-X fondly whisper, “I love you too,” before her lips were caressed in one final, cum-kiss.

- THE END -

[Bane]

I always love reading about T-X's violent encounters with other fembots from pop culture.
Poor Joanne, but I feel like at least she got some enjoyment out of her demise... Let's hope she can be repaired.
Great story, thanks for sharing!

[Protrepticus]

I always love reading about T-X's violent encounters with other fembots from pop culture.
Poor Joanne, but I feel like at least she got some enjoyment out of her demise... Let's hope she can be repaired.
Great story, thanks for sharing!

Thank you very much! I appreciate the comment.
(And yes, Joanne definitely did )