Legislation (Fic)
Tony set the papers down on his desk, smiling to himself and taking a swig of his screwdriver. “It’s final.” The man looked up at the woman sitting across the desk from him. She was dressed in a simple white tank-top and grey skirt. Boring, but revealing enough that Tony had something to look at. “The patents and registrations went though, and you,” he said, motioning at her, smug grin on his face. “You, darling, legally belong to me.”
The woman sitting across from him just stared. “I... I can’t believe this.”
“I can, actually. You see, it’s this thing that the combination of money, power, and intelligence gets you.” Tony finished off the drink, leaving two ice cubes to melt in the glass. Setting it down, he continued; “And because the United States of America is the best country in the world. I, Tony Stark, now legally have property rights over a living, breathing, mostly human being. It’s something I’ve never done before.”
There was a soft hiss of hydraulics as the girl moved, her arm shifting as he twined her fingers in her lap. He would have to work on that. “Well, before this I had never actually thought about integrating the suit into a person’s flesh and blood before, either. So double awesome, two great achievements pretty much rolled into one sexy woman. Who happens to belong to me. I think I said that already.”
“You did,” Roxanne said, looking at Tony. She couldn’t believe the gall of the man in front of her. “So, what now?” she asked, posing the only question that could come to mind.
“Now, you’re my bitch. Legally.”
“What about human rights?”
“Fuck human rights, I’m Tony Stark.” How typical of him. Tony walked around the desk, past Roxxy. The girl was slight with pale skin, and an impressively sleek arm made entirely out of metal, a miniature arc reactor positioned in her chest, just above her breasts. Scars criss-crossed her skin above the line of metal armour around her shoulder, where Tony had made little ‘adjustments’ to how she was supposed to look. It wasn’t the only thing that he had done to her, but it was the most visible. Roxanne, only nineteen, was the most advanced human being on the planet. Her eyes contained visual readouts, and tiny cameras to capture whatever she saw, and her brain was wired to a little USB port to the left of her spine in the small of her back. There were various simple replacements to her body, such as a reconstructed left foot, and replacement ribs made of some alloy she couldn’t remember the name of.
Roxanne was just his test subject, and he didn’t tell her more than she had to know, if he even told her that. Although she was intelligent, she couldn’t match him to every skill he held. Definitely not in being a douche, she mused. She had never met anyone to obnoxious and at the same time likeable as Ironman. Maybe that was how he seduced her into this...
Tony walked out of the room, and with a furtive glance at the papers on his desk, Roxxy stood and followed him. “So, to celebrate your new ownership under me, I think we should set out some ground rules of what this means; you do what I say when I say it. Think about it as being a slave, but... yeah, you’re not technically even considered that. It’s like being less than a slave.” Roxanne bit her lip, looking away.
“That’s disgusting, I’m still a person,” she muttered quietly.
“Nope. Not even a little bit. You are so unique that you’re no longer classified as a person. Is this dehumanizing?”
“Yes!” Roxanne looked up at him, almost appalled. “Yes, it is!”
“Good.” Tony walked through his bedroom door, not skipping a step. Roxanne was left standing there, looking after him. Steeling herself, she stepped in after him.
“I’m still a person.”
Tony was kicking his shoes off into the corner, along with what she supposed was a pile of dirty clothing. “How many times do I have to tell you no? Or should I just install some programming to remind you?” He turned to her, loosening his tie. “You’re my possession.”
Roxxy crossed her arms, and her arc reactor flickered, brightening for a moment as her anger flared. It was an interesting phenomenon, and Tony found it exceedingly useful in figuring her out. “Tony, I’m still a person... I have your inventions in me... and maybe you have the papers, but you can’t really expect me to just go along with this insanity. I mean, fuck, there are going to be protests about this. Protests by sane people!”
“So?” Tony unbuttoned the shirt, tossing it and the tie aside, the luxurious fabrics crumpling on the floor.
“What do you mean so?! I don’t care what the stupid papers say... you’re still going to treat me like a human being, and I’m not going to be your slave.” Roxxy stood firmly, feet planted on the floor. She wasn’t going to budge on this. To deal with Tony, one had to be firm, and clear, leaving no room for argument on the topic. That was that.
Tony grabbed her shoulder and threw her down in one swift motion onto his king-sized bed. She didn’t have time to struggle against him as her feet left the floor, and she fell backwards. The woman could only gasp in horror before she hit the soft plush of the blankets. “Seriously, I’m not going to say it again. You’re mine.” The man slid his fingers under the waistband of her skirt and pulled it, along with her panties, around her knees. “And that’s final.”
Flailing her arms for a moment and grasping at the fabric of her skirt, Roxanne flushed. “What are you doing?!”
“I can do whatever I want to an object. And I want to do this to you.” Tony pulled her tank up, still using her surprise against her, tossing the garment onto the bed beside her. “Mhmm, yes, I do want this, and I don’t think you can say that you don’t want it. No woman doesn’t want me.”
“Y-you bastard!”
“Ah-ah, don’t say those kinds of things. As my property... there’s nothing to stop me from breaking you.” He smirked, and laughed, the sound a little too dark to be truly friendly. “Not that I would. That would be bad for my image.”
Roxxy pressed her hands over her cunt, covering it from Tony’s prying eyes. “You asshole! I don’t want to fuck you!” Her protests went largely unnoticed, or at least, Tony didn’t let on that he cared about them. He pulled the skirt the rest of the way off of her, kicking it under the bed.
“Sure you do. I bet you’re wet right now.”
“No!” Roxanne said quickly.
“Really? That was a little defensive.” Tony pushed her legs apart, and Roxxy struggled to keep them closed. It was a vain effort, and the man almost effortlessly pinned her down to the bed and pulled her arm away from her cunt. The other, the one that he had constructed stayed in place.
“H-hah. Your own inventions defeat you...” Roxxy pushed herself up and scrambled back from him a little. Tony watched her, and leaned forward, casually grabbing her ankle. The blankets underneath her pulled free from being tucked neatly under the mattress as he hauled her back toward him.
“Not really. I’m not that stupid.” He reached forward, flipped up a piece of the armour with ease and pressed a little button hidden there. The arm went limp, and Roxanne choked, the disorienting feeling of her arm disappearing hitting her. Climbing on top of her, Tony pushed the limp arm aside. “Well, sometimes it seems like I am. Not with this, though. There’s some legend where the pupil overtakes the master. While you might be more advanced than the suit... hell if you’re going to ever be better than me.”
Roxanne stared up at him, fingers curling in the sheets. She felt his fingers drag up the inside of her leg, towards her cunt. Her breath caught in her chest, arc reactor flickering again. Tony smirked down at her. “You’re going to be wet.”
“N-no...”
His fingers pressed into her pussy, one slipping between the hot flesh of her lips and dragging over her cunt, and her clit. “Oh, I suppose you aren’t wet. You’re dripping.” Roxxy’s cheeks were bright red, and she turned her face away from him.
“Fuck off. Y-you don’t own me...”
“You just want me to show you I do.” Roxxy bit her lip. “You don’t have to beg, sweetheart. Just moan like a bitch when I fuck you like a slut. Okay?”
“N-no, fuck you.”
“I will, obviously.” Tony pulled off his pants and boxers, tossing them aside as well, and pressing his hips against Roxxy, grinded into her teasingly. “What else am I going to do with a woman I own? Treat her with respect?” He laughed, and pushed Roxxy’s legs apart again. “I don’t think so.” He slammed his cock into her, and Roxxy threw her head back, gasping. As her back arched, the miniature arc reactor flared brightly. Tony smirked. “Now you can’t say you don’t like it.”
The man pinned her wrists down against the bed, pushing his dick into her tight little pussy again, groaning, not holding himself back to work into it. He was rough and fast, all at once. There would be time for teasing later. “Tony Stark’s person little slut. Barely legal, but oh-so-willing.”
Roxanne bit back a moan, not looking at Tony still. She couldn’t believe this, still. All she knew was that he was finally fucking her, and degrading her, and it was all so good. “Like it rough, whore? Wait... I don’t care.” Tony thrust his cock into her again and again, rougher and faster with each slap of flesh on flesh. He pushed himself all the way inside the girl, stretching her. He could feel it. She was so damn tight, and she was finding it harder to keep herself from moaning.
“You’re just an object to me, slut,” Tony said, looking down at her, his own reactor glowing brightly. The nineteen-year-old-girl looked back up at him, his eyes glinting devilishly down at her. She felt something wet splat across her face and gasped, jerking underneath him as he forced himself deeper into her cunt.
“Ah! Tony! Wh-what the fuck?! Did you just...?!” She was silenced by a slap across the face, smearing the man’s spit over her skin.
“Yeah. I did. Not shut up and moan for me.” Roxanne moaned loud. “That’s it.” The humiliation of the slap pushed her so much closer to the edge, and she wrapped her legs around his hips, pushing her hips closer to him, letting him penetrate her deeper. She let her head fall back against the sheets. “Good bitch.”
Roxxy moaned again, grasping at the sheets with her free hand. The other was still laying useless beside her. She felt him pull away, and unlike what she expected, so close to her climax, he didn’t push himself back into her, stretching her again. “T-tony?” she whined, pathetic sounding as he pulled his hips away as well. The girl tried to keep him there, tightening her legs around her waist, but he nearly effortlessly brushed her away.
“Oh, greedy are we?”
“Y-you’re a fucking asshole... I was so close... you didn’t even come!” Her protests were near breathless, her chest heaving up and down, skin flushed.
“I know I am. Don’t you love it?” Tony flipped the girl over, and pulled her ass up in the arm, pulling it against his hips, fluidly slamming his dick back into her. Roxanne gasped as he entered her again. His fingers trailed down the curve of her ass. “Just as much as I’m sure you fucking hate it.” Tony kept his dick buried inside Roxanne’s cunt, grinding his hips ever so slightly, but not fucking her. He brought his hand down on her ass just in time to cut off a pathetic whimper from the girl.
“Pl-please!” she choked, shoulders pressed against the bed sheets. She was dripping wet still, her own come running down her thighs. Desperately, she slid her arm up between her legs and pressed her fingers into her cilt. “Fuck me, Tony!”
“What do you think you’re doing?” Tony leaned down, slowly easing himself out of her and pushing himself just as slowly back into her. “I don’t think I said you could do that, you little whore.”
“I need to come!”
“Not right now.” Tony pinned her arm down to the bed, away from her clit. Roxxy growled in response, pulling at her arm, trying to force the other to move. “I want to tease you now.”
“W-what? That’s not fair!”
Tony chuckled and dragged his fingers up her stomach, grinding his hips against her ass, stretching her cunt tantalizingly with his cock, hard and huge inside her. “Slut.” He spanked her again with his other hand and grabbed her hip, pulling back and slamming himself just once into her cunt. Roxxy whimpered pathetically.
“Please! Tony, fuck! Please!”
“How about you give up the silly idea that you don’t belong to me?” His fingers trailed up between her breasts as he teased her cunt, Roxxy’s heart skipping a beat, hair standing up on end.
“No! I-I don’t!”
“Sure you do.” Tony’s fingers pressed against the arc reactor and a jolt ran through her whole body, lighting up every nerve, including every feeling in her swollen clit and hot, greedy cunt. She almost screamed into the pillows, clenching herself around Tony’s dick inside her. The single touch brought her so close to coming, but Tony pulled his fingers away from it just before she could.
Gasping for breath, Roxxy ground her ass against Tony’s hips, desperate, knowing that she was so close, she needed it so bad from him...
“Admit it.” His fingertips brushed over the edge of the reactor, and the jolt flared through her again, bringing her closer, but still not close enough! She gasped, body arching and pressing against him, squeezing tighter. She heard the man above her groan. “Fuck, you have to if you want to come...”
“Nnngh, no... no, fuck you...” Tony ran his fingers over the scars around the reactor, teasing her with little pulses and shadows of pleasure. He shifted himself, pressing slightly harder against her, then pulling back fractionally. Roxxy snarled and tried to slam herself down on him, but her actions were in vain. “Y-you asshole...!”
“Say it.”
“No!”
“Say it, slut.”
“N-ngh... f-fuck you...” Roxxy squeezed her eyes shut.
“You’d better say it fast before I come, you little bitch... I’m damn close, and once I’m done... well, so are you.”
“Fuck! Fuck you! I belong to you!” Tony groaned loud, suddenly thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy in a quick rhythm, slamming hard against her body. What made Roxanne scream, however, was his fingers, stroking over her arc reactor, blue glow flaring white as her body arched and sang, climax overwhelming her.
“Yes!” All the hidden readouts on her eyes went black and she dug her fingers into the sheets, nearly tearing them, body convulsing as her orgasm ebbed away.
“Well. That went excellently... something to be said for owning whatever you want.” Tony pulled out of her, and she felt something run down her cunt and toward her stomach. She panted, unable to muster the breath to manage a retort.
“I need a drink. Want anything? No? Okay.” Tony snagged a silk robe off of the bedpost and pulled it on, striding out of the room.
Roxanne lay on the bed, eyes closed. Shit... he broke her. “F... fucker...” And she liked it.