FYOP/Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0275
Listening closely to the sounds of each of the robot divas’ bodies for signs of distress, you attend to each, caressing Sarastra’s firm, bronze breasts, Pamina’s plush derriere, your manhood warming the Queen’s frigid interior.
Pamina climbs over the queen, straddling your face with her soft thighs, drawing her golden-tufted sex to your lips, your tongue drawing out rapturous cries of pleasure from the princess along with an electric fizzing sound that cautions your initial enthusiasm.
You feel the Queen suddenly stiffen, and lift Pamina by her haunches to see the dark-haired priestess is kissing the stunned Queen, causing ports to spring open across her trembling, snow-white body, her hands straining at her bonds. Spinning the protesting Pamina above your head, you set her upon the priestess’s toned shoulders, providing immediate relief to the yearning princess and her overtaxed mother.
Once the Queen regains her faculties, she recoils to see her daughter wrapped longingly around the Sun Priestess, the princess’s peach-colored legs stretching with a mechanical whine as the priestess tends to her. “Untie me!” she sings, “And I shall put an end to my daughter’s betrayammmmf!” You push the Queen’s head into her daughter’s soft backside, Pamina’s rosy cheeks smothering the Queen’s demands for vengeance.
You feel the Queen’s body tense, her sex squeezing firmly upon your manhood and drawing sudden release from you – with each pulse, you can feel her entire body grow warmer, losing her rigidity, until she finally collapses on the ground, panting, her components smoking, whirring, but still functional – her daughter, missing the sudden absence of attention, blindly reaches back and pulls you to her soft backside. You reach beneath her to find the Priestess’s round, ripe copper-hued breasts, tracing a path down her toned belly to her sex, your quick fingers setting off a chain reaction that sends Sarastra into a quivering orgasm, her sudden urgency having the same effect on Pamina, both droids surging with warmth as you press into that tangle of synthetic skin.
The four of you collapse in a heap, your ears filled with the sound of whirring fans and quiet moans as each of the three robotic divas’ systems slowly recover, a shared electric charge between them bringing a sudden sharp squeal of delight from all three.
The curtain falls to thunderous applause, Pamina, Saratra, and the Queen of the Night content to lay with you on the darkened stage. And though you too find comfort lying with these beautiful gynoids, you cannot rid yourself of the sense that you need to establish your exit from this facility.
“Would you three mind waiting for me by the main entrance?” you ask. “I… kinda need your cores to get out of here.”
“Of course!” sings Pamina, springing to her feet. You can see some confusion and perhaps reluctance between the other two, but Pamina quickly brings them to their feet (the Queen still restrained) and bustles them out of the chamber.
Allowing yourself a brief moment to recover, you put on your old clothes and return to the lobby.