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No Nut November 3/4 - The Hot Seat
🕑 Added 2020-11-04 03:00:02 +0000 UTC"Nnnngh--! Computer, disengage edging protocol!"
Once again, the computer responded in that monotone voice, denying both her request and her relief. The long, thick chrome arm continued to pump in and out of her, and a smaller but still sizeable one slammed into her ass so hard it nearly pushed her into the glass visor.
God, she hoped nobody could see her through the large glass face of her mech. Her vehicle - a bipedal colossus wielding a huge red two-headed axe - was veering dramatically as she struggled to pilot it, but the computer was doing a great job of keeping it upright and on task as it ravished the robot's pilot.
A tiny fluffy attachment was feathering her clit with rapid movements, up and down, following her bucking hips and making her clench around the thick metal appendages with each brush. What was the purpose of this protocol - to boost adrenaline? To incentivise focus and good performance? Or was one of the scientists back at base just a huge sadistic pervert who wanted to see the pilots suffer?!
Yeah, that checked out.
"Hngh- god damn it- at least turn off the fucking ticklers, you heap of scrap!"
Another monotonous denial. Long metal claws like the arms of a mantis scraped and scratched at her taut arches while coarse brushes scrubbed her soles to a blush pink. Meanwhile the biofluid that would usually stabilise her position during rough maneuvers and monitor her biometrics, the tense gel that cushioned her body while piloting, had turned into an anemone-like bed of writhing tendrils and was tickling every inch of her underbelly, exploring her navel and hips, using gravity to its advantage as the appendages fucking her pinned her to the bed of tickling tentacles.
Her axe cleaved through a large oak. Goddamn it. Collateral. The park wasn't going to like that.
"Computer, turn off edging protocol, and- pfah-! Goddamn it! Cut it out!"
Command not recognised.
Of fuckin' course.
Gritting her teeth, she tried to focus past the ticklish torment and building desparation, and made a mental vow to destroy whichever egghead programmed this damn thing - if she even managed to make it back to base in this state...
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Shade and Em (Dragonmaster2653)
Now this is some mech design I can get behind :3c hehehe
