“AI Control,” read the heavy, metallic, pressure doors in front of me. Well actually they read “AI Control,” with a gap between the two words where a bone had jammed the doors ever so slightly apart. Must’ve been a femur, I figured, since pressure doors were meant to seal with enough force to snap most everything else out of the way. At least this way I could save some ammo blasting my way in and instead, I got to do it the fun way. I forced my hands back to back into the gap and gripped each panel with a grunt. Electromagnetic engines whirred to life and adrenaline injections in my upper arms purred as my combat suit filled me with inhuman strength and rage that forced the mechanisms of the pressure door to begin sliding back into an open position. Rather than let the machinery be damaged, when sufficient force was applied against them the locking mechanisms simply reverted to a relax state long enough for the “blockage” to move aside. I felt every muscle in my body tensing and flexing with a lusty desire to kill something by then; it was a side effect of the chemical stimuli and generally the easiest solution was the obvious one: kill something! That was always fun, but there was nothing here to kill, seemingly. So instead I got inside and roared incoherently as I slammed my gloved fists into walls and pipes and beat up the station itself until the feeling passed.

Panting, I then grabbed my heavy rifle - that was more like a miniaturized tank cannon, really - and trudged on to the AI console. When I arrived, a loading symbol appeared on the screen and the words “Security Personnel Detected; HellRaiser Class,” flared for a brief moment. I didn’t really care that much honestly. It could’ve called me a fuckwit for all it mattered. “Map!” I roared at the screens and my rage was rewarded with another loading symbol as my suit map was updated with the current base arrangement from the console. It was pretty much the same as my current map, except that now there were warning marks where things had been damaged or demon infestations were located. Those were the places I wanted to be making my way too of course, not because I was trying to be helpful, but because there were things to kill there! Everything was already fucked anyway, may as well have fun on the way out.

An infuriatingly placid, British woman’s voice filled the room soon after. “Science personnel reported under lockdown, level C, sever room,” it said and in response I shouted incoherently and smashed the keyboard with my weighty fists. The screen in front of me flickered with another loading symbol and the woman’s voice returned again. “Diagnostics complete. No damage accrued.”

“Ha!” I laughed wickedly, feeling challenged. In return, I planted the muzzle of my rifle against the keyboard before firing and sending a shockwave through the room that trigged a second lockdown of the pressure doors, this time completely sealing them. The screen and console in front of me was obliterated as I stepped back and mindlessly pounded my fists into a few more pipes and panels to wear off the adrenaline.

Nearby a second computer screen flicked on with the same loading symbol and the woman’s voice inevitably returned; at least she sounded kind of hot, I figured. “Diagnostics complete. Minor damage accrued to peripheral. Internal’s remain functional,” it said. The voice hadn’t changed of course, but I could swear it was now mocking me. Hot or not, that would not be tolerated. I leveled my rifle to blow out another monitor or two apart, only to receive a body numbing shock through my combat armor. Instead of wreaking more havoc, I was dropped to my knees while my muscles strained against my machines and the now maddening British woman droned on. “Security personnel diagnostic complete: No damage to peripheral, minor damage to internals. Security personnel functional for science personnel rescue.”

“I’M NOT RESCUING SHIT,” I shouted in response as I struggled against my power armor. I ripped off my helmet and flung one gauntlet away before another shock stopped me from freeing myself from my prison.

“Minor damage to peripheral accrued,” the AI said as it halted me in my tracks and changed its tactics. It was supposed to be an intelligent program after all, and not just a mindless one. Clearly giving me orders wasn’t going to work. Perhaps enough shock therapy would do it, not if I had my way of course, but it was an option just a time consuming one. Therefore a more subtle motivator had to be considered. “The science personnel is female,” I was informed simply.

I didn’t need to be restrained at that point as I considered the obvious implications. “So I can fuck it?!” I asked incredulously, forcing myself back to my feet and apparently incapable of considering that “it” was a living person. While I wasn’t being shocked, my armor wasn’t lifting itself anymore, and all seven feet of my muscular frame had to struggle against its dead weight while something else struggled against the crotch of my armor. That was another solution to the battle rage induced by the chemicals in my suit: I could kill something, or I could fuck something. I suppose doing both would work too, but I didn’t shit where I ate, mostly.

“Well fuck!” I cackled wickedly, a manic grin on my freed, bald face. “Why didn’t you say so!? I’ll rescue the shit out of her then. Open the doors,” I ordered, and power was restored to my suit to reward my compliance. That meant I could lift my weapon once again and crack the bones in my neck properly.

The AI voice repeated the position of my new target, and it wasn’t too far off, thankfully. “I will inform her of your arrival,” it told me as I hurried out.

Hey there! I’ll have you know this prompt is almost exactly 1000 words. I suppose I should have aimed for 666, but writing is hard enough without limitations. Anyway, given the obvious implication here, this is gonna be a rough fuck one way or another. I’d prefer dub-con rather than straight up rape, and hopefully no blood, but that’s not the only option. If playing the powerless science personnel is not you’re thing then we can try a number of other things. Are there demons worth fucking that distract my character along the way? Maybe he arrives to a few demons fucking the science personnel and has to assert dominance? Monster fucks can be fun of course and they’re not off the table. Or the science personnel could realize the shit they’re in when they’re informed that a “HellRaiser escort” is on the way and prepare something clever to turn the tables. Obviously my suit can be used against me here and if you’d like to dominate the big meat head soldier a bit to put him under your control then that’s fine by me just don’t expect him to submit all too willingly.

So message me your thoughts, or jump right in, but preferably tell me a bit about your limits when you do. Since this is an “Insane” prompt, shit could get wild if we don’t set some proper boundaries. Hope to hear from you all! (And now it’s 1250 words, for the curious)