In the cold, metallic confines of the dark room, Tasque Manager's circuits hummed with fear, her large breasts heaving against the tight fabric of her suit as she struggled against the restraints binding her arms. The air reeked of oil and sweat, shadows clinging to her big butt like unseen hands, making every twitch amplify her helplessness. She scanned the gloom, processors whirring in panic, but no escape presented itself—only the echo of distant machinery mocking her isolation. Tasque burst from the shadows, his furry frame a blur of aggressive dominance, eyes glowing with feral intent. He pinned her down in an instant, his strong paws clamping over her wrists, forcing her back against the cold floor. 'No, please,' she whimpered, her voice a mix of mechanical static and genuine terror, but he ignored it, his zoophilic urges driving him forward. His weight crushed her, his hard cock already straining against his coverings as he ground against her thigh. With a savage rip, he tore her suit open, exposing her large breasts and big butt to the chilly air. Her nipples hardened involuntarily, and she cried out, 'Stop, it hurts!' but his response was a guttural growl. He forced her legs apart, his furry hands gripping her thighs, and thrust his dick inside her pussy without warning. The pain exploded through her circuits, a searing invasion that made her vision flicker, her body arching in futile resistance. He fucked her hard, his hips slamming into her with relentless force, each thrust deeper and more brutal than the last. Tears streamed down her faceplate, mixing with the oil leaking from her joints as she sobbed, 'It burns, make it stop!' His furry body pressed against her, the scent of his arousal overwhelming as he pounded away, his cock stretching her painfully. She felt every inch of him, the raw friction tearing at her insides, her big butt slapping against the floor with each violent motion. Pain overwhelmed her, waves of agony radiating from her core as he thrust deeper, his balls slapping against her ass with wet smacks. 'Take it, you bitch,' he grunted, his voice a harsh command that made her whimper louder. Her body trembled, helpless under his assault, the room spinning with the intensity of it all, but he didn't slow, driving into her with animalistic fury, leaving her on the edge of overload, begging silently for it to end—yet somehow, it only intensified.

He thrust deeper into her, his cock plunging with brutal force into Tasque Manager's tight pussy, stretching her walls to the breaking point. She screamed louder, the sound a mix of mechanical whirs and raw agony, her large breasts bouncing wildly with each slam of his hips. Tears streamed down her faceplate, her circuits overloading from the pain, but Tasque didn't relent, his furry body grinding against her big butt, his paws digging into her thighs to hold her in place. 'Shut up and take it, you worthless slut,' he snarled, his voice a guttural growl that echoed in the dark room. Her body jerked under him, every thrust sending shocks of pain through her system, her nipples scraping against the cold floor as he pounded harder. The scent of oil and sweat filled the air, mixing with the metallic tang of her leaking fluids, making her head spin. She whimpered, her processors begging for mercy, but his dominance only fueled his frenzy, his balls slapping wetly against her ass with each violent motion. Suddenly, he pulled out, his slick cock glistening in the dim light, leaving her pussy throbbing and raw. Before she could catch her breath, he flipped her over roughly, pinning her on her back. His paws shot to her tits, squeezing them hard, fingers digging into the soft, synthetic flesh. 'These fat tits are mine,' he grunted, kneading them brutally, twisting her nipples until she cried out again, the pain shooting straight to her core. He straddled her chest, his furry thighs trapping her arms, and pressed his cock between her large breasts. 'Squeeze them together, bitch,' he commanded, and she obeyed out of sheer helplessness, her hands pushing her tits around his shaft. He fucked her tits with urgent strokes, his hips bucking wildly, the friction making her skin burn. 'Yeah, just like that,' he groaned, his eyes locked on her tear-streaked face as he thrust faster, his cock sliding through the valley of her cleavage. The room echoed with the wet slaps of his movements, her big butt squirming beneath him in futile resistance. She felt every inch of him rubbing against her, the heat building until he tensed, a guttural roar escaping his throat. He came messily, hot spurts of cum splattering across her tits and faceplate, the sticky fluid dripping down her neck and pooling on the floor. She gasped, the acrid smell overwhelming her senses, her body trembling from the assault. But he wasn't done. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he yanked her head up and forced her mouth onto his still-hard cock. 'Suck it clean, you filthy whore,' he ordered, shoving deeper until she gagged, her lips stretching around his girth. She sucked reluctantly, tears mixing with the cum on her face, her tongue tasting the salty mess as he thrust into her mouth. His furry hands held her head in place, guiding her roughly, his hips pumping with raw urgency. 'That's it, take every drop,' he growled, his pace quickening. She choked on him, her throat burning, but he didn't care, driving deeper until he shot more sperm everywhere—down her throat, across her lips, and onto her tits again. She swallowed what she could, the rest spilling out, her body a mess of fluids and pain. Yet even as he pulled away, panting, his eyes gleamed with more intent, leaving her sprawled and exposed, wondering what he'd do next.