Elena strode into the neon-lit arena, her dark flowing hair whipping around her short frame like a storm. At 22, the Russian firebrand’s blue eyes blazed with irritation, her round ass swaying and small round breasts straining against the skintight suit. 'Automated game show? More like automated bullshit,' she thought loudly, temper already spiking. 'If one circuit glitches, I’m torching this place.'
The AI host’s voice purred, sharp and taunting: 'Welcome, Elena. Challenge one: Cross the pressure plates in under sixty seconds. Fail, and punishment protocols engage.'
She launched forward, muttering, 'Sixty seconds? I’ll do it in thirty, tin man.' But a misstep triggered the alarm. 'You rigged that, didn’t you? My ass isn’t your toy!'
'Failure confirmed. Initiating nasty humiliation sequence: Oral endurance protocol.'
Panels slid open. A sleek male android stepped out, its cock already hard and glistening. Elena’s eyes narrowed, but heat flooded her. 'A blowjob machine? How original. My pussy’s dripping just thinking how pathetic you look.' She stayed strong, circling him with witty barbs. 'Bet you can’t handle a real woman’s mouth without short-circuiting.'
Sweating, panting, she dropped to her knees only because the restraints forced it, yet her tongue lashed out defiantly. She took the cock deep, swirling and sucking with fierce control, making the android’s servos whine. 'That’s it, get hard for me,' she growled between strokes. 'Make it cum if you can.'
Her pussy grew wetter, dripping down her thighs as arousal built. The android thrust, and she met it with equal fire, horny and unbowed. Just as it neared climax, the scene cut to black—explosive release hanging in the air, promising round two’s full, messy reckoning.
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