“Cyborg, you wanted to see me?” Starfire asked, knocking on the door to the room of "Cyborg". "Is there something that I can help you with, friend?"

"Yeah," said her co-star, the same man she had seen fucking her sister in that very first tape, still wearing that ludicrous and cheap Cyborg costume. Although this time, her scene was going to be a little more intense than just getting fucked by him. “Come on in, baby. I've got a new attachment I need a test run of, and you're the lucky girl I'm going to try it out on.”

After Komand'r had been upstaged by her sister in the wake of the Raven scene, she took to doing some editing to the script, rewriting the next scene to be particularly brutal for her dear 'cousin'. As much as the Cyborg cosplayer's cock was more than poor little Starfire could likely handle, she had called for something much more intense still, throwing on extra spite to make sure that Koriand'r suffered the most brutal failure the business had ever seen; she was going to break on this scene, Blackfire just knew it. She would have her revenge, have the tape of her sister's sexual failure in hand, and finally be able to not only get revenge on her, but make up for the fact that she had lucked into something getting Raven off to multiple orgasms, something that Blackfire considered a lucky fluke at best.

"I would certainly enjoy helping you in any way, friend Cyborg," Starfire said, walking happily into the room. "Am I to perform a blowing job first to prepare you, as usual?"

"You know it," Cyborg said, smirking as Starfire dropped to her knees, continuing the role she had been written into as the team's slut as she settled down happily in front of him. Blackfire was right about at least one thing; she had never a cock as big as his before, and more inches than she could space out at mere sight of long, thick, twitching black cock pressed against her cheek, making her whine and biter her lip. "Now why don't you get sucking, Star? I need a good warm up before I can show you my new attachment."

It felt hot to the touch. Incredibly hot, in fact, and Starfire whined a little as she bit her lip, realizing how unbearably in over her head she was, but she was determined to see this scene through. She leaned forward and began to lick, dragging her cock along the turgid, swollen dark head, hand pumping slowly downward as she closed her eyes and tried to just go for it without much thought to how she was going to get it into her mouth. She supposed it would just have to come to her as she went, and she stalled, dragging her tongue all along the aching shaft. Moans and kisses along it helped sell her arousal and lack of confidence as she dialed up the enthusiasm, as it was all she really had going for her at the moment.

But she was beginning to realize what kind of lover she was, and in there, she found strength. It dawned on her steadily as she lapped at his cock, the sensation of certainty thrilling and emboldening her. It was the strangest thing, but she began to see only him. She hadn't spoken to her co-star in the slightest, hadn't done anything with him or made even the faintest bit of small talk. He seemed all business, which she hardly minded, but there was certainly no budding affection between the two of them. And yet, as tilted her head back to lick down the underside of his cock, she looked up at him and saw only the most important person in the room. The person she was tasked with getting off, and she almost seemed to slip into a state of total carelessness and confidence when she realized that fact.

Her lips parted wide and she moaned as she took it down, surprised by how easily she could open her mouth for even that thick a cock, purring as she began to suck on it, hand moving in steady concert, remembering the steady, fluid motion that she had picked up watching these sorts of videos. Despite its intimidating size, once the cock was in her mouth, Starfire found herself completely used to it, not at all worried by what would come as she pushed forward, steady and consistent at her quickening cocksucking.

"Oh yeah girl, that's perfect," Cyborg moaned, grabbing at her hair, guiding her faster and further down, which may have diminished how 'perfect' it really could have been, but there was an unmistakable conviction in his voice, a smirking, grinning amusement as he found the uncertain, clear newcomer to porn was a deceptively skilled cocksucker. Better than her more experienced cousin, that was for sure. And he was all too blatant about that fact, groaning and smirking, reacting as much as he could given the character--or at least, Blackfire's poor interpretation of the character, filtered through all of his other jobs for the company as Cyborg--as loud and far from shy about his feelings. Porno Cyborg was vocal and out there, throwing in gems like, "You suck all that cock down, white girl. Nobody's got this better than you to."

The compliments were further inspiration, emboldening Starfire to press onward, bobbing her head faster, dragging her lips steadily along every inch of aching cock flesh as she lavished his shaft in all of the sweet, twisting affection she could. Even if the compliments were edged with remarks of 'white girl' that aside from not being entirely truthful due to the differences in ethnicities among the Tamaraneans, was a little bit hazy. Was it a compliment? A backhanded one, perhaps? She admitted to understanding the 'interracial' porn genre least of all, particularly in why it was so peculiar for people of different races to be having sex, as they were all part of the human race, but she thought better of questioning it and just taking it in stride; whether it was kind or not, he was complimenting her ability to suck him off, and that was her job in this scene, wasn't it?

Komand'r was not in the least bit happy with such a turn of events, by her sister's completely driven and excitable work that Cyborg seemed to be enjoying so much. He'd never reacted that well when she sucked his cock! She was being upstaged once more by Koriand'r, which made it a relief that there was yet more to the scene. She simply had to bide her time, waiting for it all to come.

"My oral sex remains to your liking, I hope," Starfire moaned, pulling up briefly from his cock, but only to nuzzle against the head, kissing and licking at it. Her smile was playful and sultry, the role upon her suddenly starting to click in ways she had not yet fully understood until that moment, when there were strands of spit connecting her lips to his head, and she was pressing kisses into the slimy shaft. "Can you please give me a facial, friend Cyborg?" she whimpered, wide and innocent eyes hiding a seductive edge to them. "Even if it offers little dermatological effect, I would enjoy having your cum upon my face as evidence that I gave you a good time."

"Oh, you're giving me the best time," Cyborg said. "I'd love to paint your pretty face white, so start stroking baby. I'm real close." His hand reached down to caress her cheek, and the smile upon her face was simply infectious. There was something so indomitably sweet about the girl that he had rarely seen in life, let alone the porn industry. So bright and cheerful; he was more than happy to oblige her request.

Starfire pumped quickly, tongue slithering all along the tip, giving shallow bobs and sucks to the aching head as she tried her best to get him off. Her moans were shameless, and the camera wasn't at all surprised when it lowered to find Starfire stuffing fingers up her skirt, working with almost mechanical precision and speed into her pussy. She hadn't even realized she'd done it until that first significantly louder moan spilled out and she felt her fingers curl up against her g-spot. It was an amazing and infectious wave of pleasure she was riding, one she hoped would know no end as she moved back and forth, excitable as could be about getting off thoroughly.

"Booyah!" shouted Cyborg as his cock erupted in her face, and she was not ready for the facial she received. It came out in spurts, firing hot, sticky strands of molten spunk across her smiling face, leaving her completely floored by the sheer volume coming down upon her so excitedly. She moaned and twisted about excitedly, licking along his tip to catch that last, dangling strand before she moaned and bit down on her lip. 

"Are you warmed now, Cyborg?" she asked excitedly. "You certainly feel warm. Hopefully your attachment is ready to use on me."

"Damn right it is. Turn that big ass of yours around and let me get a good look at it." Starfire did exactly that, and the actor was actually disappointed he wasn't going to get to properly fuck her. He savoured what he could get though, reaching for her skirt and pulling it up, exposing her ass to a few harsh slaps as he grabbed at her hips. "I am going to love fucking this cute thing all night! Wait until you see what I've got in store for you!" He lowered himself down to his knees and smirked as he sank his cock forward. "You ever been fucked by a machine before? I'm gonna be able to go all night without my hips getting tired."

"Cut," Blackfire said, a look of twisted, sadistic glee upon her face as she leaned forward. "Bring in the piece," she called. The budget for their independent operation was not too high, but she had been able to get a proper fucking machine in, done up with a plate and stool such that Cyborg could sit on it, look through the magic of film like it was actually his cock pistoning out steadily, helped by the thick, dark flesh-toned dildo they had set up to the machine. Cyborg knelt down and settled against it, removing some of his own costume's plating to use this rather accurate double of his own shitty cosplay. 

This was it. Starfire could endure many things, and even apparently get off Raven, but there was no way she was going to survive this. It would simply be too much, and she would finally know true suffering, broken as she was violated by the vicious fucking machine without end. Once everyone was in position, she shouted happier than she ever had before, "Action!" The pistoning machine was a simple one; with a dildo attached to it and buried deep in Starfire's snatch, it would push forward, then draw back again, fucking her at a speed that no human could possibly be capable of, and with an endurance that was sure to prove utterly relentless for even a Tamaranean. Cyborg turned on the switch by his 'thigh' and it began. All he had to do in this part was slap at her ass and talk dirty while Starfire had her mind blown and, if things went well, broken.

"Wow," Starfire said, eyes going wide as she grasped forward, trying to grab at a fistful of nothing as only carpet lay beneath. From that first thrust, with the mechanical thumping noise and the steadiness with which it drove forward, she knew that she was in for something utterly out of this world. The dildo proved just as thick as Cyborg's cock and perhaps even a little bit longer, something she was not prepared to be penetrated by, but as the second thrust went in, she found herself under the pressure of something much, much more ferocious than just a big penetration. On the third thrust, she finally clued into the pace being set by the machine, and on the fourth, she realized she was not in the least bit prepared for it. She'd been told the machine was starting on 'low', but even its 'low' left her gasping and shivering.

Her slick, leaking pussy began to drip steadily down, already primed by her fingers, but now enduring something fiercer than she could have ever imagined. The quick, steady mechanical precision of the pumping toy was ecstasy at its most unrelenting and cruel, something made very apparent the second she felt it going. She twisted about, fingers dragging against hard floor as she tried desperately to find a grip on something. Anything. It was too much for her to bear and it had only just begun. She whined and panted, head rolling back as her scattered mind began to struggle to even remember her next line, the next piece of something in the script. It was maddening, and she knew the pressure was on her now, but she was falling short when it mattered most.

"Fuck me," Starfire whined, head rolling back, cries of bliss spilling forward shortly thereafter. It wasn't the actual words, but it was the best she could do, as her co-star's hands grabbed at her ass, fondling and slapping the round cheeks in gleeful appreciation of them, and the way her body twisted about. "Cyborg, the attachment seems to be working p-per... Ngh, I can't handle this"

"Take it baby, come on. You can do this! This is how I'm gonna be fucking your tight pussy from now on, so you'd better get used to it now." Cyborg had been asked to go all out, and all out he went, enjoying the gorgeous ass in front of him, the way it shook and bounced. He wasn't going to be getting off again after the blowjob, as he took the role of pretending the fucking machine was an extension of him, and that meant savouring the rest of the scene in other ways, namely the thorough enjoyment of her ass. And what an ass it was. What he didn't realize was just how much his toying with it was adding to the pressure on Starfire.

She came, screaming and bucking about as her body hit its peak. The fastest orgasm she had ever been brought to by a wide margin, left shivering and gushing as her head rolled back. The sensations running across her body were fiery and intense, but even more troublesome was that as she was fucked throughout her incredible climax, one that had her almost clawing at the floor, the machine only got stronger, all on the edict of her sister, the cruel director setting her up. But Starfire didn't know that, and believed this all to still be a legitimate scene she was meant to succeed in. She thought that Komand'r simply had high hopes for her younger sister and the belief that she could endure the savage 'fun' end of the fucking machine. Even if it was agony.

So she doubled down, gritting her teeth and panting as her head leaned down. "I can take this," she said proudly. "I am going to excel at this, I promise! I can do everything you expect me to do, and I want you to keep going." She bit down hard on her lips, head pushing back up as the quickening thrusts made her spin arch again. She cried out, and her hair was quickly becoming a bit of a mess, sweat and the constant motion of her head leaving it uneven and all over the place. But she didn't stop, and in that focus, she found what she needed, the strength to go on flooding into her like a rush of adrenaline. She was durable, and even if she moaned like a banshee, she could handle it.

Blackfire twisted in her seat nervously. She knew that this was a lot, and she had barely been able to handle the machine before herself, but this was sure to be something too extreme for poor, inexperienced little Starfire to handle, and the princess was getting impatient watching her sister get pounded so hard without breaking. Leaned forward in her seat, snarling and staring excitedly, she waited desperately for the other shoe to drop, for Starfire to break, her resolve to shatter into pieces as she gave in, begged for it to stop. It was what she had been waiting for from the beginning of this plan and its failure to come up so far was as maddening as could be.

Orgasm after orgasm shook Starfire, and each time her body hit its peak, the next one was even faster upon her. The human body was not designed to handle the flood of pleasure brought on by endless streams of orgasms, gushing all over her thighs again and again. But she wasn't human, and the Tamaranean body proved just tough even that even as it was dialed up to its final mark and orgasms came as quickly apart as she felt they possibly could have, she didn't. She screamed and bucked and her moans were the screeches of pure lust and decadence given audible form, but she didn't break. She'd lost count of how many climaxes had wracked her body by the time her eyes were rolling back and her tongue was lolling out, her mind outright numbed by the pleasure to the point where she had forgotten entirely about where she was, but even still, she held out. The machine could not break her.

There was only so much battery time and storage space on the cameras, and the final frame the last camera caught before it died was the fucked silly expression of a Tamaranean princess whose punishment and setup had only turned into the most raw and thrilling feeling of her life. She didn't even register what was going on around her or that the scene was over, disoriented for a while and left to shudder and twist as someone pulled her over to a couch and laid a blanket down on her, leaving the sticky and gaping girl to squirm about a little before she fell asleep. But she had it easy.

Blackfire had very few things holding her back from destroying the whole damn building with star bolts. She had thrown everything at the girl, and she had not only survived, but thrived. The crew was already buzzing excitedly about the footage, about the amazing resilience and performance of the broken girl, and Komand'r realized that not only had her plan thus far backfired utterly, but she was in serious danger of being outshone in her role as her sister. Desperation was mounting, and Blackfire didn't know yet what she would do, but she knew that whatever it was, it would be vengeful.

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