Star performer
(Art done by the wonderful Altop_Ilust from discord/twitter)
[Star Performer]
“Ladies and gentlemen! The time has finally come for the moment that you’ve all been waiting for! It’s the red queen of hearts!. Seductress extraordinaire!. The whore that just keeps on sucking till you are as dry as a mummy!. Give a big shout and applause for the amazing!...”
“Ziiel'tress!!”
^Loud applause^
The tall robotic demoness struts across the stage with fast and heavy sways of her thick and plentiful thighs. A seductive smirk plastered on her lips as she surveyed the sea of horny and lustful fans. All drinking in all of her naked glory. She blew a few kisses to and thro, stopping a few times to give a little twirl and bend of the hips, riling up the masses even more.
Some of the spectators got so riled up by her entry, they tried to crawl up on the stage to get a piece of the robotic prostitute. But Ziiel merely chuckled when watching them struggle to climb up, which lead to her walking over to said would-be conquerors, and planting her hoofed feet on their faces, twisting it around on their mugs momentarily, before forcefully shoving them back down and on their asses. Security would then swiftly come over and take said trouble makers away, damning them from the pleasure of seeing the main event.
Reaching the strip pole, Ziiel grasps the cool metal with a delicate hand, before slowly walking around on the stage while hanging her upper body off to the side as she continues to hold onto the pole with said hand. Her free hand stretched out towards the masses as she spun around with a slow and steady pace, shooting off a few more air kisses with a wink and a lick of her puffy lips.
Then she stopped. Giving them all an evil smirk, and teasing stare, before turning to the pole and hooking her left leg around it, lifting herself off the floor as she now hung horizontally in the air. Staring intensely at some of the spectators while being upside down, shooting them a smile and a wink, before proceeding to snap up against the pol and spin around on it again, shifting between squeezing her large assets around the pol, to then going fully or semi horizontally again, using on one arm or non at all.
The crowd, like always, howled like crazy. Throwing cash upon cash up on the stage in an effort to make her keep going. Some of them even threw some of their clothes up there, from shirts to pants, and from some of the more feminine kind, even bras and panties. Tho, just like the ones that couldn't keep their hands to themselves, these individuals were quickly carried away by security, to, together with their thrown attire…
Ziiel Loved the attention, the Fame, the ‘Love’ of her adoring fans. It made her feel so warm and hot inside from just the simulated images in her mechanical brain, of ALL the dirty little sins all of them would commit on her body, if she let them have their way with her glorious body~. But she couldn't. Her programming dictated so. So all she could do was please them all with show, but with no touching on their part. And for herself, she could only touch herself, with the simulated images of what could be, running wild in her processor.
However, such an act would proof rather dier for the integrity of her overall systems. With her doing pin-point movements of every step, every articulated move of her fingers, every teasing little wave of her tail, adding image simulation onto her CPU’s workload only spelled disaster.
One would even begin to notice this, as her movements began to stagger slightly, but not by much at first. Now she was on her knees, pressing her tits together, grinding them up and down one another while letting out some whorish moans, stirring the audience’s lusty fire for her as she did. All of them unknowing of her slowly worsening condition.
After a bit, Ziiel shifted from tit play to ass play. Now leaning against the pole for sorport, while pointing her thick ass out towards her fans, one hand squeezing one cheek, together with giving said cheek a spank from time to time, while wearing a devilish smile on her lips, teasing them all with an oasis that they cannot have. Her tail happily waved to them as an added salt to injury.
Her movements were starting to get more noticeably staggering at this point, sometimes even delayed, as when she would disengage from the pole after doing a spin on it, her leg would still be latched onto it, causing her to buckle back into the pol, before her leg would then unfold from it. If one were to hold their hand up on her forehead, or on her chest, they would find those areas to be scolding hot, as her Internals were on the brink of a meltdown. Yet she kept on going, smiling and winking like nothing was wrong.
This all came to a head, when Ziiel, after just getting done fingering herself while playing with one of her tits, stood out on the front of the stage, back against the pol, arms over her head and giving the pole some handy action like she would caressing a cuck, and legs spread wide to give the viewer all the eyecandy that they could ever want. Thrusting her chest out, her heavy orbs jiggling as she did, Ziiel gushed to her adoring fans with a lusty hum.
“Hmhmhmm~ Oooh yes, my little sweeties~ Praise me more! Hmhmhm! Aaah~” She moaned. “Don’t think t-this show is-is-is over just yet~- et~- et~. We have juuuu-just gotten started-ed, and you have aaaaa-all getten me SOOOO hot-hot-hot-hot-hothothothothothothto-”
^POW!^
Out of the blue, with the thunderous crack of a firecracker, Ziiel’s stomach plate blows off her frame and bounces along the stage a few times, before coming to a halt. Now with her stomach wide open, the audience saw how the robotic demoness’ internals were a flaming and sparking mess of flayed wires and melting chipboards.
Ziiel stands stuck still in her current position, with the exception of the now continuous spasms going through her frame. Her arms and legs buckling like crazy yet lightly. Hands clenching onto the pole with a death grip strong enough to leave small indents of where her fingers were pressing. Meanwhile, her head twitched like an overdosing addict. She still wore that enticing smile, but the same could not quite be said for her eyes, as they were now stuck looking in two separate locations each, eyebrows and lower eyelashes twitching violently. Her mouth opened and closed with pauses in between each action, like that of a nutcracker. And given such mouth movement, it did not sync up so well with the glitched and corrupted speal of words leaving her speaker.
“Fuck yes!-Hmm~- Aah! Hot-bzzt!-Hot-bzzt!- Hot-bzzt!- Love me mor-Love me mor- ERROR! Oh heeeee-hell ye-beeh!-Fuck me-kzzt!-Fuck me-kzzt!- Please fuck meeeee-e Sugar- Sugar-Su-Daddy~-dy~-dy~ Majooo-jor ERROR!-ROR! I’m-I’m-I’m aaaaaallllllllll-Kzzt!- THICK ASS-SSSSSS-Pzzt!'”
Tho Ziiel was now a broken mess upon the stage, with what remained of her directives still trying to make her please her spectators, with less than optimal results, said spectators were still having a blast. Especially so, as Ziiel’s twat leaked like a fountain, and they could also see how the fleshlight inside her vibrated and pulsated, trying to stimulate a non-existent dick.
^Beee-weeup!^ “Oh dang, would you look at that ladies and gentlemen!. Seems like Ziiel has grown a little tired after that fiery presentation she put on!. We would kindly ask all of you to please go and take a half hour break while we help our dear queen get to her royal abode. We will be back shortly with one of our other stars, ready to keep you all entertained for the rest of the night!” The annoncer informed the rowdy crowd.
Most of them groaned slightly in disappointment, but did as he said. All of them walking off towards the bar or out to get a smoke and some air, Leaving behind the still twitching, and very much so bricked, Ziiel. Still trying, yet failing, to entertain her fans, which no longer was there…
[The End]
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