FYOP/Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0126
You grab the stunned witch-bot by her soft, round ass and give her a squeeze, pushing into her as you massage her ample backside. She relaxes in your grip, casually proclaiming, “You are free <ohhhh> only so long as I wish it!” As the nymph bots who once held you continue their indecorous moaning, she gives them a contemptuous glance and mutters, “It would seem these statues <hahhh> are hardly worth the <nnahhhh> effort to animate them…”
Feeling argumentative, you grab the piscine nymph-bot and guide her to the witch’s breasts. She quickly straddles the witch, nuzzling her tits as her pert rump presses against your abdomen. Apparently not wanting to be left out, the floral nymph-bot nimbly climbs over you, guiding her smooth, hairless marble sex to you as she bends backward to provide cunnilingus to her sister’s rutting rump while receiving some of her own.
The precarious arrangement of sexbots seems destined for collapse, but you do your best to maintain your rhythmic pumping. The witch offers half-hearted protests against the nymph-bot sucking on her tits, who already showing signs of distress thanks to the other nymph-bot eating her out while slung over your shoulders, who in turn is beginning to smolder from you tonguing her quivering pussy.
“Y-you will destroy them!” the witch insists as smoke seeps from the trembling rump of the nymph-bot laying across her. “Th-they were not made f-for-!“
The piscine nymph-bot’s sex erupts in a flurry of sparks that sting your groin as muffled wails turn to computerized noise, her limbs sticking straight out before going limp across the witch’s voluptuous body. Your own nymph-bot is not far behind, an electric tang flavoring her clitoris as she starts to tremble. She almost slips away as her legs loosen their grip, only to be caught by you and brought to a malfunction-ridden orgasm as she howls in pleasure, then with a mechanical screech echoed by the straining actuators in her hips before the top of her head bursts in a fireworks display, showering the witch and the other broken nymph-bot in red and orange lights.
After a moment of stunned silence, the witch begins to cackle wildly at the broken bots dangling from you and across her own bucking body, every moment causing parts to spill from their shattered forms. Then, just as suddenly, her laughter gives way a furious climax. She tears the bots off of you and her and rises to meet you, her nails raking across your back as she pounds your hips furiously, your face engulfed in her tits while her machinery delivers what sounds like a shrieking eulogy to a malfunctioning sexbot. She shudders and freezes, latched on to you tightly, fingernails buried into your back, and you begin to worry that you might not be able to remove her without power tools. But a moment later, her machinery stirs and she grows slack, leaning back in your grip and favoring you with a soporific smile. “I’m going to enjoy every last drop of you,” she coos, slipping off of you.
“Take him to the tower”, she instructs the remaining nymph-bots, who seize you before you can react. They seem to have learned from their sisters, holding your arms in a way that grants you no access to their sensitive anatomy.