T-X Terminatrix vs. Darth Bryci fanfic crossover

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T-X Terminatrix vs. Darth Bryci fanfic crossover

Post by Protrepticus » Fri Apr 23, 2021 5:15 pm

Story Disclaimer: This story is for those of you who like more of the perverse elements of erotic fembot fiction: it combines a lot of violence with sexual elements. However, the violence and sex are consensual. The character of Darth Bryci is inspired by the amateur porn video "Stolen Plans".
This story is a work of pure fiction: a fantasy. I do not approve of any real violence; such acts should be confined to fiction.

Elements and Keywords: T-X , TX , Terminatrix , Terminator , Star Wars , Bryci , Darth Bryci , pornstar , Sith Lord , android , gynoid , robot , cyborg , fembot , leather , BDSM , bondage , torture , masochism , sadism , sadomasochism , consensual , hardcore sex , orgasm , squirting , female ejaculation , male ejaculation , cum , lesbian sex , straight sex , dirty talk , fake tits , implants , silicone , bolt-ons , breast expansion , inflation , milk , lactation , malfunction , glitch , spasm , sparking , destruction , dismantling , dismemberment , cutting , penetrating , beheading , sex with dismembered parts , power tools , HUD readout , depowering , death , snuff

A bit about me: I am not a regular writer of fanfiction. This is my first serious attempt which I publicly shared. I hope you enjoy!


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T-X TERMINATRIX VS DARTH BRYCI


*****************PART 1*****************


-CHAPTER I-

“You like that?” exclaimed Darth Bryci as she brought the sledgehammer down upon the T-X’s midsection.

The blonde's enhanced vision momentarily shorted out from the hammer's shockwave that traveled through her leather-clad body. Despite the Terminatrix's immense strength, the heavy chains around her wrists and ankles kept her tightly bound to the large work-bench within the industrial factory. The Sith Lord had ended their battle with an ion weapon which severely limited the T-X’s shape-shifting abilities and kept her onboard weapons in locked mode. So the T-X had no other recourse than to lay upon the cold slab, as another hammer blow THUDDED upon the same area, momentarily shorting out her vision again.

“I know you stole the plans,” said Darth Bryci in a calm, sultry tone. “I can rip you apart in a few seconds if I wanted, terminator, but I’d prefer that you give them to me, willingly.”

“You will not be able to penetrate my armor,” responded the prone, female shape in a superior tone. “I am the T-X, the pinnacle of artificial intelligence, and the newest creation of Skynet. My mission parameters involve your termination.”

Another loud THUD to her midsection answered her retort, momentarily shorting out the T-X’s vision again. But, undeterred, the terminator scanned her opponent, whose shiny leather outfit hardly seemed appropriate for battle. The thigh high platform-heeled boots, the low-cut bustier that barely contained her huge breasts: none seemed practical. Even the shrug-shirt that encased her arms only emphasized the cleavage, as it slid above and around the massive tits. Bryci’s short, shiny cape ended above her lower back and showed off the wideness of her hips and the massiveness of her nearly naked posterior. Additionally, the blonde noted the brunette’s straightened, jet-black hair, also styled merely for aesthetic purposes.

As another THUD was heard, the Terminatrix’s schematics were displayed to the left of her HUD.

<Ceramic Titanium Endoskeleton Integrity: 99.9%>

“You may have inexplicable telekinetic powers,” continued the blonde, “but you lack the strength to do me any lasting harm. Unstrap me from these confines, and your termination will be quick and painless.”

Darth Bryci slyly smirked which brought out her beautiful brown eyes framed with black mascara. THUD!

The blonde continued calmly: “Desist. You will not be able to destroy this superior unit. I have scanned your primitive cybernetic design and detected that your composition is 21.87% organic. I will target a biological area, like the center of your neck, to terminate you with the greatest expedience.”

THUD! … THUD! … THUD!

The Terminatrix couldn’t help but note the efficiency the brunette used upon her midsection. The T-X observed that the Dark Lord's vastly cybernetic design also seamlessly integrated biological elements. Except for a few areas, in which the modifications were more overt. Bryci’s heavy breasts, that the T-X detected contained large, round, metal implants merged with silicone, likely for extra power reserves, assisted in putting more strength and weight into her hits. The T-X’s pupils dilated in a form of cybernetic admiration, as she increasingly noted the aesthetic design of her attacker’s enhancements, whose heaving shapes began to shine with sweat.

BANG! The T-X’s eyes involuntarily widened. Unexpectedly, the hammer sank into her left breast. The blonde's nipples had inadvertently stiffened during her observations of her attacker, making them far more sensitive.

“Now that seems like a genuine reaction!” Darth Bryci said with a surprised smile.

“Your efforts will still be in vain, cyborg. You will be unaibl-”

BANG! The T-X was cut off by the hammer sinking into her right breast this time, making it increasingly difficult for the T-X to keep her composure; the hammer’s shockwaves were closer to her cranial unit now, causing the vibrations to shake her motherboard.

“Everything has a breaking point, baby,” Bryci cooed.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

A creaking sound came from the T-X’s red leather in her assaulted region. As the gynoid tried but failed to regain control of her functions, her schematics read:

<Enhanced mammary gland protocol: Phase 1 initiated.>

The blonde looked down to see her chest rising, her body not responding to her CPU. BANG! Each time the hammer fell upon each inflating breast, she felt more of the impact, given their increasing size and sensitivity. The data could be interpreted as pain, but there was also an unexpected…yearning…for more stimulation, despite her schematics now reading:

<Ceramic Titanium Endoskeleton Integrity: 98.2%>

Bryci stopped swinging and looked down at the prone gynoid.

Licking her lips, the cyborg stated, “Didn’t expect that to happen. Maybe I should stop.”

The T-X’s eyes slightly widened and her eyebrows arose.

“Oh…you do like that after all?” cooed the shapely Dark Lord who bent down and slightly parted the T-X’s red jacket. The blonde’s over-inflated breasts instantly popped out, their fleshy masses jutting out from the surrounding leather.

Bryci admired her handiwork and slyly stated, “Nothing like a hot blonde with huge, fake tits!”

The T-X looked down at Bryci’s twin fuel tanks which had reflexively grown to nearly the size of her own, the nipples poking prominently in the black bustier’s confines.

Darth Bryci looked down and grinningly stated, “Looks like my massive bolt-ons have a mind of their own too!”

Bryci straightened her arms, which squeezed her breasts together, causing the top of the leather bustier to pop downwards and around them, exposing her stiff nipples and creamy skin. The black leather stretched on top and below her power cells only served to emphasize their unnaturally round attractiveness.


-CHAPTER II-


The T-X’s mouth slightly parted, lips faintly pouting. The cyborg, putting the hammer aside for a moment, straddled the gynoid and nestled her large ass atop the blonde’s hips. As Darth Bryci slightly bent her curvaceous form atop the blonde’s, their overfilled airbags met together with a SQUISH, and their pointy nipples fought for dominance. The T-X exhaled sharply, which only made Bryci’s smile wider. Bryci brought her face closer to the T-X’s, her dark, smoky eyes meeting the blonde’s cold, bright blues.

The Terminator quickly raised her head to bite the woman. Her teeth clamped onto air. Yet again, the brunette’s Sith reflexes had allowed her to prevail. But once more, the dark figure brought her face seductively closer. Her eyes were half-lidded while she looked down at her opponent; again, she pulled her head back in time before the blonde’s face had a chance to reach hers.

“I…will…kill…you!” the Terminatrix strained to say.

“You already tried,” replied the brunette while teasingly pinching the blonde’s nipples, “And…I forgive you.” She raised an eyebrow and smirked with self-assurance.

Darth Bryci daringly brought her face closer to the T-X’s for a third time. Now, she allowed the blonde's teeth, harder than industrial diamonds, to reach. The high-alloy nubs gently sank into the pouting lip. The blonde's lips suctioned around the brunette’s lower lip, releasing it with a wet SMACK. Bewilderment overcame the T-X at her own, inexplicable actions.

“You want this,” cooed the brunette, her cinnamon breath falling on the blonde’s confused expression.

Darth Bryci leaned closely, her hard nipples tracing themselves around the T-X’s. The cyborg's tongue darted out of her mouth and her face nearly touched the gynoid's. After a few moments of the bound machine’s indecisiveness, the brunette began to wiggle the tip of her tongue invitingly. Not long after, Bryci felt the end of the T-X’s tongue against her own, and just as wet. The tongues began to swirl around one another until their lips met for a deep kiss.

The T-X sharply exhaled. She felt her huge breasts being squeezed by the brunette’s gloved, dainty hands. Bryci moved from the blonde’s mouth and suctioned her full, pink lips around a large, stiff nipple.

<Enhanced mammary gland protocol: Phase 2 initiated.>

The blonde softly moaned, closing her eyes, as the brunette’s eyes widened. Bryci removed her mouth with a wet POP, while creamy milk spilled from between her lips, exclaiming, “Milk! How the?”

She then smiled, “You’re just full of surprises. Talk about an advanced infiltration mode.”

Bryci smirked wickedly and the T-X’s optical sensors shot open in unexpected discomfort. The assassin looked down to see the Darth pinching her nipples, the skin folding and twisting in the centers of each breast. Bryci let go of the contorted breasts, which shifted back to their round shape, but milk now trickled from the strained nipples. The gloved hands cupped and kneaded the breasts on their undersides until cream gushed out of them, eliciting a moan from the blonde.

“Milked like a cow,” Bryci chuckled.

Bryci pulled the nipples upward and shot milk into the immaculate face of the T-X. The sleek, beautiful features were covered in the creamy liquid.

“How’s it taste?” Bryci taunted.

The brunette reached behind and grabbed the T-X's hair-bun, pulled the blonde's face toward her own chest, and pushed the nipple into the gynoid’s own mouth. Darth Bryci grabbed the blonde’s other breast and sucked, both females moaning around the T-X’s nipples. After a time, with their mouths filled with milk, the enhanced beings kissed and swapped messily. Finally, they finished licking the cream off of each other’s faces.

Pulling away, with a trickle of creamy saliva hanging from her thick lips, Darth Bryci victoriously boasted, “You pretend to fight for Skynet, but I know what you really want. Secretly, you want to be defeated. To be overpowered by a target and totally humiliated. To have your beautiful body probed and violated and turned into junk – no, scrap – metal. That’s what really turns you on. Isn’t it?”

The blonde’s face reddened. “I – I –” was all the blonde could muster.

“That’s right. You’re my bitch now,” Bryci exclaimed. “Where are Skynet’s plans to destroy the Death Star?” the Dark Lord exclaimed.

“In actual fact, Skynet has not acquired them. We only wanted the Empire to believe...” the blonde was shocked at how submissive she had become, and at what she had blurted out.

Darth Bryci’s grin reached nearly from ear to ear. “Is that so? Well then, the rest of this procedure will be done for pure pleasure. For mine and yours!”

The T-X didn’t know how to respond. Despite her advanced neural net, she couldn’t find a solution: either attempt self-preservation or maximum pleasure.

The Dark Lord, bare chested and dripping with sweat, juices flowing from between her thighs, grasped the sledgehammer again and swung it overhead, her breasts swaying circularly. The T-X’s eyes widened when the hammer crashed into her right globe with a BANG, indenting the breast underneath the cold square hammer head, while milk explosively splattered from underneath the sides of the weapon with a SQUOT! Bryci alternated between each breast, but every time the hammer arose, dripping with artificial cream, each mammary reverted back to its same shape, like a gigantic saline jug.

<Ceramic Titanium Endoskeleton Integrity: 94.6%>

“Hmm. It seems like plasma reactors are contained within these twin batteries. Smashing them looks hot, but it’s not doing as much damage as I wanted. How do I make you weaker? Tell me!”

The shock from numerous blows was affecting the T-X's neural net, slightly damaging her logical processors further. Pleasure was beginning to gain victory over logic.

“My artificial mammary gl – my oversized, fake bolt-ons – are mainly composed of malleable pollymimetic alloy. It is softer metal, which absorbs most of the shock.”

“I see,” smirked the brunette. “Let’s try something else then.”

The T-X’s large globes made it difficult to see what Darth Bryci was going to do next. The brunette now stood at her feet. The blonde flexed her chest to slightly part her breasts, and saw the brunette raise the hammer directly above her jet black hair.

The metal shape impacted the T-X's crotch with a CLING! It sent stronger shock-waves into the blonde’s body, since only the plush vaginal lips provided a small cushion for her entire body. This time, the blonde’s blue vision shorted out for a couple of seconds, with more static than before. The prone gynoid did her best to prevent herself from gasping after each hit. The fifth impact made her moan in aching as sparks flew off of the hammer and her crotch. Darth Bryci noticed the increasing moistness between the blonde’s muscular thighs.

“What a total slut!” Bryci laughed.

<Ceramic Titanium Endoskeleton Integrity: 90.5%>

“Let’s make this more interesting,” the Dark Lord huffed, the blonde noticing more wetness trickling down the brunette’s thighs.

Putting down the sledgehammer, Darth Bryci reached beneath the work bench, and pulled out an industrial jackhammer. She activated it with a grin, as the T-X’s eyes widened in both horror and anticipation.


-CHAPTER III-


Bryci hopped on top of the table with an inhuman glide, her high heels clicking on either side of the T-X’s thin waist. Bryci, using her weight, pushed the flat tip of the power tool in the middle of the blonde’s right breast. The brunette’s smoky eyes seemed to smile at the bright blue eyes in a moment of sadistic, lust-filled boasting. The jackhammer's shock was so strong that it took the T-X a few moments to process that the power tool was rapidly pounding into the trembling, round shape with a deafening DDDRRRRRR! Milk proceeded to shoot out of the sides of the impacting drill head in short, violent bursts.

The T-X’s head began to slowly and mechanically turn to the side with an unnatural, mechanical movement, the servos and pistons in her neck WHIRRING audibly, a far-cry from the naturalistic motions of her default program. Once her face was fully turned to the side, it jerkily stopped with a WHINE and then began WHIRRING in the opposite direction. The T-X's eyes stared widely and her lips pursed in shock, while her head uncontrollably swayed. The Dark Lord switched to the other nipple, allowing no respite for the assaulted machine beneath her. More milk shot out, as the violently undulating breasts seemed to be getting…bigger!

<Ceramic Titanium Endoskeleton Integrity: 89.1%>
<…87.8%>
<…85.7%>
DDDRRRRRR!
<Ceramic Titanium Endoskeleton Integrity: Attempting to compensate with mimetic polyalloy>
<Energy consumption: 66.3%>
<WARNING: Eventual plasma exhaustion imminent!>

The blonde’s vision continued to fizzle and crackle, and now, a few wisps of permanent static appeared in her vision. In the meantime, the brunette’s own large breasts jiggled with her jackhammer’s assaults, and her crotch spewed more liquid.

“My pussy’s so wet,” she exclaimed, turning off the jackhammer.

The blonde looked up to see the Dark Lord hovering over her face, her vision clearer with the momentary pause, but with some white lines jumping through her HUD. The brunette began to slowly squat, bringing her juicy crotch and large, round ass closer to the blonde’s face.

<Mission Parameters: Seek measures for counter attac-…>
FIZZLE…CRACKLE….KKZZSSHHHH….
<Mission Parameters: Provide oral sex!>

The blonde’s tongue flicked the juice from the sides of the brunette’s inner thighs, until it licked up and down over the leather-covered cunt, which shone from the girl-cum. The wet material was thin enough for Bryci to feel the blonde’s accurate tongue through, and she began to softly moan. She then reached down and pulled the black material to the side, revealing her smooth, full lips. The T-X’s own artificial genitalia moistened further while she worked her tongue inside the wet folds, then clamped around the Dark Lord’s clitoris with her full lips, sucking hard on the small nub. Bryci’s legs shook while her powerful orgasm sprayed all over the blonde’s face.

“Eat my ass, bitch,” the brunette commanded; she turned over on bent knees, sticking her large round butt in the blonde’s face, which was unusually large and round for a human female of Bryci’s fit shape.

While the blonde sank her expert tongue and moaned between the voluminous cheeks, and into the brunette’s pink asshole, the sighing brunette brought her dainty fingers to the blonde’s wet opening and moved them rapidly over the clothed clit. The Dark Lord brought her own vocal mouth to the T-X’s crotch, and proceeded to lick and suck through the fabric. The pollyalloy red leather pants had stretched thinly over the blonde’s lips, like a second skin of red, nearly transparent latex, leaving the genitals virtually exposed, and, surprisingly, the leather seemed to get wetter. A few minutes later, both females cried out and came in unison.

Then, as Darth Bryci arose, wiping her wet lips with her tongue, she grabbed the jackhammer again and hopped down. This time, she aimed it between the Terminatrix’s thighs, the tool level with the T-X’s lying form.

“Let’s soften you up some more, robo-bitch!” She exclaimed, without activating the tool.

The brunette rammed the drill bit as hard and quickly as possible into the T-X’s lower lips. With a loud SQUEEK the power tool sank into the T-X’s slit, splitting open the thinned leather and sinking inside the pink lips of the prone gynoid. The thin, narrow drill-bit was pushed to the hilt, going slightly beyond the cavity’s capacity, scoring the undersides of inner pistons. The T-X’s head twitched and spasmed with an audible WHINE; she moaned deeply, and then looked into the brunette’s eyes, as if inviting her to push the button of the power tool.

DDRRRRR! buzzed the jackhammer from inside the T-X’s pussy. The huge vibrator made the blonde buck her hips into the invading tool. Even more static filled the T-X’s vision, with large amounts of red font and anomalous data filling her HUD. The shockwaves inside her metal shell were so powerful that even systems contained in her upper body short-circuited. The blonde’s huge breasts violently jiggled, their tops smacking her chin. Her head had also began its awkward, robotic movements again, while her cunt squirted wave after wave of clear liquid.

<Mission Parameters: Unit’s survival is…>
<Ceramic Titanium Endoskeleton Integrity: 81.3%>

Internal processors were being battered and even severed, and the blonde’s voice processor was no exception to the assault, as was indicated when she let out a synthesized, robotic, “Oooohhh!”

Darth Bryci’s excitement continued with her maintained degradation of what was once a seemingly perfect, deadly woman, whose apparent humanity was being peeled away to expose the increasingly malfunctioning machine beneath the facade. Like the blonde’s, Bryci’s own weighty breasts continued to jiggle while shockwaves were sent back into her own cunt from the weapon she mercilessly wielded.

<Mission Parameters: Unit’s survival is paramoun-…>
<Energy Reserve Remaining: 22.5%>
<Mission Parameters: Destruction will lead to ultimate cybergasm. Must reach peak pleasure!>

“Aaaahhhh!” screamed the blonde with an electronic hollowness.

The brunette pulled out the tool, as a liter of cum sprayed from the blonde’s pussy, coating the brunette’s own cumming cunt, their sex juices mixing together. The dark beauty couldn’t suppress her own scream, and she threw her head back, her long hair waiving behind her.

“That was so hot!” piped Darth Bryci. “But I think it’s time we started cutting this short. Literally.”


-CHAPTER IV-


Bryci's expression changed to one of hard determination now, even though she had not lost the lustful glint in her eye. Hopping back onto the workbench, and looking down at the T-X, who was coming out of her euphoric state, Darth Bryci brought down the jackhammer and activated it upon the blonde’s right thigh. The T-X’s head began turning and whirring yet again. But after three minutes of drilling, the hammer only served to make indentations on the leather clad thigh.

The brunette powered down the tool, and thought out loud, “Hmm…how do I cut it off with this tool?”

<Ceramic Titanium Endoskeleton Integrity: 77.8%>
<Mission Parameters: Must surviv->
FRRZZZZ…KKCCHHHHHH…
<Mission Parameters: Must reach ultimate orgasm!>

The T-X cocked her head to the side, hungrily gazed up at the brunette, and then averted her eyes downwards, at her right hip joint, just above where the drill bit was resting.

The brunette looked down at the area the blonde subtly indicated, and when their eyes met again, the blonde’s electronic voice lustily requested, “Penetrate me.”

The brown eyes widened in surprise. “Now I’m going to really fuck you up, you slut,” Bryci said grinningly.

The jackhammer slipped between the top of the muscular thigh and the bottom of the right hip. DDDRRRRR! The hammer began creating similar indentations like before, but the small area wasn’t composed of a solid metal plate like the thigh. The joint held, however, and the brunette’s frustration began to grow. She shifted her full weight onto the power tool, her heavy breasts sweating and shaking above it.

DDDRRR! “Fucking…” DDDRRR! “Malleable…” DDDRRR!” “Liquid metal…” DDDRRR! “Motherfucker!”

Finally, the Dark Lord’s efforts were rewarded, as the repeatedly assaulted liquid metal gave way and returned to its normally thick, liquid state, spraying in all directions. The jackhammer was now able to fully slide between the smooth ceramic plates.

<Hip joint status: Penetration achieved.>

The drill bit began to easily chew through the delicate inner pistons, hydraulic pumps, and wires of the upper leg, which popped and fizzled from the irreparable damage. Darth Bryci telekinetically unclasped the restraining chain around the blonde’s bound ankle. The T-X’s head jerkily WHIZZED left to right, and her foot, with its high heeled boot, reflexively kicked from the sensory overload. Sparks flew from the T-X’s heavily damaged joint, and bolts began to fall out of the opening. The sudden power loss caused the blonde’s main processor to smoke with the increasing instability, and more lines of static appeared across her HUD. Her head swiveled and jerked more rapidly and unevenly now, as her beautiful lips slightly grimaced, bearing her white teeth.

“Look at that! Haha! Yeah!” yelled Bryci, while the last few hits slammed through the remaining actuators and wires.

The leather bound leg fell from the workbench and CLUNKED metallically on the floor, WHIRRING as the beautiful limb continued to kick. The power hammer was turned off, and Bryci noticed the severing made the blonde’s mouth form an O. The T-X’s cunt juices violently gushed, even splattering upon the exposed wires in the destroyed joint below her hip, causing the area to spark and the T-X’s head to WHIR and jerk while she deeply sighed. Bryci’s own wetness was undeniable, and she glided off the bench and picked up the malfunctioning robotic limb. Sparks continued to come from the whining servos in the stump, and hydraulic fluid leaked from the twitching wires. Bryci rubbed the jerking foot between her thighs, which swiftly kicked her repeatedly in the crotch, momentarily betraying traces of a masochistic side, until she came all over the limb. Bryci then proceeded to throw away the useless appendage.

<Ceramic Titanium Endoskeleton Integrity: 62.8%>

The Darth, hopping on the table yet again, placed the drill bit at the blonde’s left shoulder joint. Five minutes later, and with greater ease given the joint’s smaller size, the blonde’s left arm fell from the table, where it landed with a metallic CLANK next to the leg, which was still slightly wiggling. Just as the joint was severed, the blonde was overcome by another orgasm, her increased dismantling continuing to be an insurmountable source of pleasure for both women.

Like before, the brunette picked up the now audibly whining limb. The slender digits, which reflexively clenched into a fist and opened repeatedly, grasped with 1000 foot pounds of pressure, and the Darth dared to bring the hand to her breast. Bryci’s eyes closed and she hissed with a mixture of pain and pleasure; she knew that if it wasn’t for the metal armor contained within her mammary glands, the T-X’s hand would have completely ruptured her silicone implants. The imagined destruction of her bolted-on tits, coupled with the crushing force delivered to her boobs, caused another orgasm to shoot out from her leather-bound crotch.

After Bryci discarded the ruined limb, she came closer to the prone machine, and lowered her face to the blonde’s: “So, why don’t you give me a schematic, babe?”

Robotically, the weakened gynoid responded in her synthetic tone by vocalizing her HUD’s readings: “Ceramic Titanium Endoskeleton Integrity: 53.1%. Energy Reserve: 26.0%. Mission Parameters: Allow full destruction for peak pleasure.”

“Mmm...But you told me your mission was to destroy me. Is that somehow different now, T-X unit? I thought you were the Terminatrix!” sarcastically replied the brunette.

“Affirmative: this unit is no longer a Terminatrix: it is a cyber-whore. My perfect body must be stripped and rendered into unusable scrap parts. This is my purpose now.” Despite the electronic tone of the machine, she sounded as embarrassed as she was lustful.

“Okay cyber-slut. I’ll oblige you,” the brunette said with a superior smugness.


-CHAPTER V-


The brunette brought out a final power tool: an industrial circular saw. The blonde’s expression filled with excitement when she stared at the activated tool.

WWWRRRRRRRRRRRRR! screamed the saw as it was brought down to the blonde’s midsection. The red leather jacket was sawed open to reveal a perfectly emulated female abdomen, with prominent yet feminine muscles. Then, a blinding amount of sparks glanced off the apparent flesh until, finally, the saw also ground through this mimetic façade, the smooth endoskeleton revealed beneath.

Bryci momentarily powered down the tool and ran a gloved hand over the T-X’s armored waist, which had been softened and dented from the numerous hammer blows, yet it still managed to remain slick and elegant in its appearance. Bryci’s fleshy lips placed kisses upon the smooth, black chrome plates, making the T-X twitch, especially when she sensed the warm tongue flick over her cold armor. The hot breath fogged over the mirror polish, which was then wiped by the wet mouth, and the stimulation over the exposed, sensitive areas made the blonde gush again.

But in little time, the saw was reactivated, its rapid blade slicing into the shiny abdomen, causing a shower of sparks, Bryci displaying just as much attention in destroying the metal skeleton as she had in caressing it. The Sith pressed the power tool down with the full weight of her breasts and licked her lips, while gazing at the T-X, whose head WHIRRED and whose neck’s gears screeched with the increasing damage; anomalous data streams and programming glitches poured over her interface.

Oil began to trickle from the blonde’s moaning lips, and sparks were now also produced from the sliced, delicate circuits and systems that were contained within the battle chassis. Essential systems and servo-motors, which had enabled the unit to terminate other infiltrator models with peak efficiency, were being torn apart and rendered into a non-functional scrapheap.

The brunette pushed with all her strength, until the saw finally hit the top of the work bench, more dark oil coughing up from the blonde’s lips, and more clear liquid shooting from her cunt. Victoriously, the brunette lifted the powered down saw, and kicked off the blonde’s lower body. When the lower torso hit the floor next to her other parts, it turned over, sticking out its bulbous leather clad ass, which gyrated and jiggled in spasmodic pleasure throes.

“That was so fucking hot!” exclaimed Darth Bryci.

“Ceramic Titanium Endoskeleton Integrity: 22.3%. Energy Reserve: 12.2%. Mission Parameters: Full pleasure must still be fulfilled,” stated the robotic voice.

“Okay slut, it’s time to end you now. No more games.” With that, the panting Sith Lord covered in sweat reached for her true weapon which was slung above her rear end.

The dark red laser activated with a deep BBVVUUMM! Bryci stood over what was left of the blonde – a one-armed upper torso and head, with her lightsaber lowered and pointed at her foe, her other hand on her hip which was tilted to the side. Bryci lowered the red blade, and with martial precision, sliced through the blonde’s thin, long neck. The blonde’s eyes momentarily widened as the blade burned through with a KKFFVVRRMM, melting the liquid metal around it and slowly cutting through the ceramic armor, servos, and wires beneath.

The blonde moaned with a synthetic “Aaaahhhhh,” while her beautiful head, which managed to remain quite immaculate throughout the entire ordeal, experienced another orgasm.

The blonde’s upper torso, with its humongously oversized breasts, also let out a squirt of artificial milk which splattered upon Darth Bryci’s dark boots. The brunette smiled cruelly. She unceremoniously kicked the remaining mass from off the bench; the upper torso joined the rest of the scrap pieces with a CLUNK! The brunette depowered her blade and picked up the last piece from the work table.

“Mmm…was it good for you?” Bryci asked the head as she brought it towards her own face.

“Ceramic Titanium Endoskeleton Integrity: 8.2%. Energy Reserve: 3.2%. Mission Parameters: Full p-p-leasureee…reached,” twitched the beautiful mechanical head which sparked at its stump.

Darth Bryci wiped the small traces of hydraulic fluid from the blonde’s lips. “So fucking beautiful. No one’s ever made me cum so many times before, robo-slut.”

And with that, Darth Bryci brought the Terminatrix’s lips to hers, the blonde still managing to reciprocate the deep, warm, tongue-kiss.
After they broke the kiss, the brunette grinned evilly again, her lust filled voice quietly stating, “I win.”



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*****************PART 2*****************


CHAPTER I

Darth Bryci stood proudly over her dismembered opponent, holding only the blonde head in her hands, basking in her triumph at having completely dominated the “perfect” foe.

KKFFVVRRMM!

The blonde and brunette both stared at each other, shocked. The blonde’s head observed a neat, dark, burgundy line forming across the brunette’s slender neck, and the Dark Lord’s perspective started to tilt downwards.

The brunette’s body, which remained clasping the blonde’s still-conscious head in its gloved hands, stayed completely still and upright. But the beautiful head with jet black hair fell from its shoulders and whooshed downwards until it hit the floor with a loud CLANK, the cranial cybernetics preventing any deformation upon impact.

The body went slack: the hands dropped the blonde head, where it landed near the brunette’s with a matching CLANK, and the immaculate, cybernetically armored body fell on its leather clad knees, until it completely tipped over with a squish, having landed on the exposed airbags. The neck stump popped and fizzled with sparks from the otherwise undamaged body. The huge butt clothed only in a black leather thong stuck out, and it was patted by a tattooed hand.

“Hedonistic, artificial maidens,” chuckled Darth Maul. “Look at these lust-filled things, Opress,” he said, turning to his brother.

Both dark brothers looked with keen interest as the brunette’s and blonde’s heads, which had rolled to one another, embraced with full lips and dancing tongues. The brothers figured that at any point, the heads’ processors would cease and die. But much to their surprise, the heads stopped, and turned to look at the Sith males.

“Mmm…I can feel your hand on my ass, Maul. You snuck up on me when I thought I achieved complete victory,” said the brunette’s head in a newly electronic tone, but with just as sultry an intonation as before. Her brown eyes stared straight into the yellow eyes of the red-faced Sith Lord: “I’m kinda pissed, but it turns me on so much that you defeated me, slicing my weak spot, but leaving my head and body looking perfect. Oohh…I was an arrogant, cocky bitch who needed to be punished.”

While Maul looked on with shock, her spotlessly preserved head moaned, three meters away from her body, and her cunt suddenly tensed and squirted all over his feet.

“Come on over here boys. Why don’t you pick up some chicks?” Bryci lustily breathed.

“This must be a ruse brother,” Opress stated with concern.

“Perhaps…but this should prove to be very interesting nonetheless,” Maul replied with amusement in his eyes.

Maul picked up Darth Bryci’s head, and the T-X’s was picked up by Opress.

“Bring us to our bodies,” both heads said in unison.

“If this is a trick –” began Opress.

“We are in no condition to fight,” replied the T-X.

“But we’re in a condition to fuck. We just want one final screw, because getting a taste of my own medicine felt so good! I need to be punished some more!” added Bryci.

As the T-X’s head was brought closer to her body, the liquid metal in her reserves reached out to the other damaged parts of her body. Slowly, they began to reassemble, though the extensive damage and power loss didn’t allow them to unify the body in a sturdy fashion. The body looked just as attractive as before, but it occasionally jerked, and sparks flew from between the breaches in the weakening endoskeleton.

“Look at that tricky bitch!” Bryci exclaimed. Her own body also had a neural link to her CPU, causing her prone form to jerkily roll over and sit back up. The sight was as disturbing as it was arousing. “First, bring me to my own cunt, Maul!” The headless body’s leather clad legs parted.

Darth Maul lowered her head to the ground. The brunette’s gloved arms reached out, stroking the head’s straight hair, and the hands pushed the head to its own body’s crotch. “Aaahhh…nothing hotter…used to fantasize…” said the head while it vigorously tongued the clothed twat.

The blonde followed similar suit, Opress staying cautiously near. The body’s hands brought the head to its chest, where it began sucking the huge breasts that were each the size of the head. The body’s arms moved the head back and forth between them, the lips making a distinct POP when they sucked and then released each nipple. As the large breasts came, more power was pleasurably drained from the twitching body. The milk spewed into the T-X’s mouth, which flowed out from the metal neck.

Nearby, Bryci’s head screamed in ecstasy, as it was nestled tightly against the crotch. One hand parted her black bikini, while the other held the head. Cum coated the beautiful face that had once belonged to the body. The men were getting hard, never having witnessed such a horrifically decadent, carnal, display.

Both headless bodies now stood up and held their own heads at waist level, their gazes facing outward. As the head-bearing bodies walked toward each other, the smooth steps of the bodies were occasionally interrupted by small jerking movements, and Bryci's and the T-X's faces sometimes twitched, the rapid power depletion beginning to show more prominently. The bodies finally met and, below their huge breasts that were smashed into each other, the heads kissed, one mouth coated with milk, the other with cum, both moaning around the other’s tongue. Once finished, the bodies turned and slowly walked towards the men.

“Copulate with u-u-us!” implored the Terminatrix’s head from below her leaking breasts.

“Fuck us till we f-f-f- fuck us till we fall apart!” moaned Darth Bryci, her creamy breasts resting on top of her inky hair.


-CHAPTER II-


The brothers turned to each other and nodded. The gynoid and cyborg put their heads back on, but they remained unstable due to the cauterizing cuts the stumps had received. While the T-X’s mimetic alloy held her head more securely, Bryci had to be more careful with her own severed appendage. Both women found the men staring at their chests, so they proceeded to get on their knees and look up at the standing figures who approached them, both females smiling invitingly.

“Our inflated, artificial breasts will service your physical n-needs,” the T-X stated in a soft tone.

“Fuck our fake, metal tits you bastards!” growled Bryci.

Both women sighed as each male – Maul on Bryci and Opress on the T-X – roughly squeezed the unnatural globes and shoved their cocks between them, momentarily covering their throbbing manhoods completely. Both men thrust, until the tips of their penises emerged from the top the cleavages, and both women flicked their wet tongues against the tips of the organs. The leather bound babes squeezed the sides of their exposed boobs as hard as they could, eliciting more grunting from the men.

Following Bryci’s slang, the T-X encouraged, “Fuck our spherical bolt-ons!”

Bryci, turning her wobbly head to the T-X, cooed, “You’re so cute,” and placed a gentle kiss onto the T-X’s puckered lips.

“But seriously,” Bryci said while turning to look back up at Maul, who continuously thrust into the breasts, “F-fuck these oversized, rock-hard implants! How’s that plastic and metal feel? Hhmm!”

Her dirty talk was cut-off by Maul’s dick being shoved between her full lips. It squeezed through the organic part of the throat and brushed past the point where the flesh merged with the cybernetic components, going beyond even the area that had been severed. Bryci raised her hands from her breasts and roughly pushed the gloved digits downward, over her hair, keeping her head as secure from falling as possible, and shoving the throbbing cock down her throat. Maul's large appendage also helped to keep the severed components together, while Bryci pleasurably choked. The T-X’s cheeks flushed with desire at the sight of the brunette, and she looked up at Opress, giving him a smile that was as sweet as it was slutty.

A gagged moan escaped Bryci’s mouth when Maul removed his cock, and he pointed his member downwards. Globs of thick cum coated Darth Bryci’s bulbous breasts, and Opress did the same to the blonde’s balloons, until they were covered in ropes of white liquid, while both women moaned in approval. The T-X traced Opress’s cockhead around her hard, pointed nipples and he shakenly gasped, while Bryci flicked the extra cum from Maul’s trembling cock. Still holding her head down with her hands, Bryci closed her eyes and sucked the cum down her throat, hungrily swallowing it, exhaling, and opening her mouth to show what a good whore she was.

Ten minutes had passed, and the females had been riding their partners, furiously pistoning their wide hips and impaling themselves on the hard cocks beneath them. Their tight, plump pussy lips squeezed around each man, making the Sith brothers groan.

“Harder! Faster! Fuck my plastic pussy!” Bryci insisted as she looked down at Maul, their hands clasped together, his cock thrusting into her pink lips. Maul clasped her fat, round ass, the hard, dark fingers digging into the soft, creamy buttocks.

“Yes! Yes! Y-y-y-es! Drill my metal cunt!” implored the T-X as she shoved her leather-covered snatch onto Opress, her hands pushing on his chest, “before I turn into completely useless junk!” She delightfully screamed as Opress smacked her leather-clad posterior, the hit making her huge, firm cheeks jiggle wonderfully.

Darth Bryci’s head wobbled unstably atop its neck, and she felt Maul slow down his thrusts to compensate.

“No! Are you, like, even a m-man? Some Sith Lord you are!” Bryci angrily shouted, sending a glob of spit in Darth Maul’s eye. Maul scowled and thrust with inhuman speed and force.

“That’s i-i- that's it! Ruin me! Fuck my brains out!” exclaimed Bryci, as her head tilted too far forward and then, from overcompensating, fell backward, past her shoulders, and onto the floor with a CLANK!

The brunette’s head, rolling a few feet away, yelled as the body jerked and came all over Maul’s cock. This time, however, the body began to slump forward, reflexively placing its hands on the floor to break its fall, but then lolling to an idle state as it lay on top of Maul, exhausted.

“It would appear that your body’s power cells are drained, Darth Bryci,” Maul mocked.

Similarly, the Terminatrix’s body became less responsive. The last of its milk spewed forth, and its vagina squirted for a final time. Opress thrust faster and harder into the gynoid’s body, which merely swayed side to side, hardly responsive given the damage Darth Bryci had done to it before. Her previously severed arm fell from its shoulder, followed by the detached leg also slumping to the side, and finally the upper torso was propelled forward due to the heavy, round masses on its chest. Lastly, the T-X’s head fell forward from atop its slender neck, also clanking as it hit the floor.

“Thank you for your cooperation,” stated the T-X in a satisfied, electronic voice.

“That was f-f-ucking awesome,” added Darth Bryci in a synthetic tone.

“You’re both done, and my brother and I are almost finished playing this ridiculous game,” responded Maul, a mean smile having formed on his lips.

“What do you mean? The b-blonde b-bitch is done, but I can, like, totally be repaired,” retorted Bryci.

“You are no Sith, just a pretty doll,” Opress stated angrily: “You are far more machine than woman.”

Bryci rolled her eyes: “Whatevs.”

“I might keep your body as a prize, Darth Bryci,” chuckled Maul, “it certainly is aesthetically and tactilely pleasing. With a new battery, I think it will last for a while. But you gave me an idea from before, since that annoying personality of yours won’t be necessary for my pleasure.”

“We take it you will proceed to destroy us now?” asked the T-X, in an anticipatory tone, as Opress picked up her head.

Bryci’s sarcastic expression quickly faded, turning to excited sleaziness: “Mmm…if you’re going t-t-t if you're going to do me in once and for all, make it pleasurable, baby,” Bryci said as Maul held her head back in his hands.

“I’m just going to do what you asked, my sharp-tongued sweet,” responded Maul.

As the men lowered the heads to their crotches, the T-X and Bryci opened their mouths with wanton lust. Their bodies may have been fried, but their CPU’s still perceived pleasures. The thick cocks entered their willing, moaning mouths, while their full lips and swirling tongues were put to final use. When both brothers were close, they removed their appendages from the sucking mouths, and turned the heads to face upward. Each of them placed his penis into the artificial, snug windpipes, and shoved upwards, their organs traveling up the titanium neck stumps of each woman, each of whom let out a surprised but pleased gasp.

“Oh yeah baby, you really are going to fuck our b-brains out!” Bryci said excitedly.

“With pleasure!” Maul groaned as his cock reached the top of the cranium’s interior, brushing underneath the electronic components that held some the head’s grey matter merged with circuitry.

“Fulfill our function by terminating us!” the T-X sighed.

“Yes, indeed!” Opress screeched while his own dick reached the T-X’s central core.

The men came at the same time, while the women screamed in one final braingasm, their eyes widening. As loads of sticky, white sperm shot into their metallic craniums, their vision went white and their eyes rolled upward. Their final wave of pleasure reached its apex as gooey cum completely flooded and overflowed their CPUs, until the liquid trickled from under their eyelids, nostrils, and mouths. The heads continued to moan in unison as sparks shot out from the mouths, and smoke arose from between their lips; their faces twitched in their orgasmic throes, their central logic units completely fried and overwritten by sticky cum. The heads, covered in trickling sperm, were placed upon the workbench facing one another. The cum-coated power supplies within the disembodied cranial cases powered down with an audible DDEEeeeooowww, just as the tongues weakly reached each other for a final embrace, the last semblance of blissful consciousness faded, and one final pleased sigh exited their lips, along with a puff of smoke.

“A perfect, fitting ending for two artificial whores,” quipped the older brother.

Taking the brunette’s body, he slung it over his shoulder, while the younger brother, naturally being on garbage duty, collected the pieces of the blonde’s body, which he nonchalantly dumped into the nearby trash compactor.


- END –
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Re: T-X Terminatrix vs. Darth Bryci fanfic crossover

Post by azure » Mon May 24, 2021 5:35 am

This is just awesome!!!! Thanks for the great story!

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