Bail her stupid friend out.

(Featured image: Art from "Sex Arcade" by Sabu)

"Look," David said, his muddy eyes shifting between the elf and the purple-haired girl. "IF I decide to help your friend out, what the fuck is in it for me?"

Viola clearly didn't have any possessions besides the pink **** collar, and the warm holes he'd already sampled. "W-what would you want?" She peered up from her place behind the spa chair.

A freight train of crude responses barreled through David's head, but one thought in particular overshadowed the others. "I just want to enjoy my fucking afterlife like I was PROMISED at the start!"

The pale nun blinked up at him, having no idea at first how she could do anything about that. Then something crept to mind.

"Well… the priest in our cloister, he's always talking about a glorious future for all men. Maybe – maybe he can help?"

Kana looked at David, his face contorting slightly as he weighed the answer. It wasn't the instant gratification he usually preferred, but he was tired of being jerked around. A glorious future for all men sounded pretty sweet – provided it wasn't a total sausage-fest.

David breathed a heavy, odorous sigh. "Fine, fucking hell. Let's go see this dumbass golden building."

Kana grinned and pulled Viola to her feet, leading her by the hand through the jeering crowds of Throatfest. David trudged along behind them, lamenting every shackled neck and tongue he was passing by for the moment.

The cluster of tall, bright buildings converged around a single, official-looking one with a golden dome for a roof and stately pillars outside the front entrance. The trio huddled some distance from the walk-up, behind a bunch of horizontal racks full of prudes.

Residents of Slut City crammed things into their forcefully presented assholes, and their caterwauling covered David's conversation with his accomplices.

"Where do I go, once I'm in there?"

"I… don't know," Viola's lip trembled. "They walked us straight to the processing room. But… there were other prudes being used in the lobby, and I heard loud groaning over the second floor balcony, too."

It was almost nothing to go on. But it seemed like people were allowed to come and go from the City Hall doors, with or without official business. David peeked around the jiggling anal-rack and marked two linebacker-sized goons outside the main entrance.

"Who the fuck are the big guys?"

"The mayor's security – but they'll leave you alone if you're not causing a big scene!" Kana sounded like she was speaking from experience. And like she really didn't want David to back out of the plan. He grumbled and sagged his dopey head, staring at the wilted cock between his legs.

"Just tell me who I'm looking for," he wiped a hand over his tired face.

"Her name is Jaina – she has big eyes and white hair, usually in a braid. She's kind of my size, but with bigger, um…" Viola indicated her bare, pale breasts.

David looked at her, and then shrugged a bit as if to say 'at least there's that'.

"We'll wait right here – if you can get her out of whatever device she's in we'll run to help as soon as you're back outside!" Kana lurched forward and wrapped her arms around his neck. Her glistening milkers squashed against his chest, and his cock tugged a bit in her direction.

"Fine, fine… But you fucking owe me, too." She nodded enthusiastically and released him, as he stood and ambled toward the building. His heart thudded in his chest as he passed by the tall, muscular men wearing armored codpieces. They both carried futuristic rifles, with electricity crackling around the pointy muzzles.

He tried not to think about getting disintegrated, or locked into some anal rack in the town square. Inside the building, residents and officials strolled this way and that, touring and working and using the prudes secured to walls and benches.

None of the pathetic-looking holes he could see had white hair, and he wondered for a second if Jaina was some fucking geezer getting her old bones plowed by the mayor somewhere. He grimaced at the thought of trying to save some sexy grandma.

As predicted, groaning from the second floor balcony caught his attention, and he looked around to see a stairwell off to one side. His feet felt cold for the first time as he climbed the marble stairs, and shouldered past groups of leisurely sluts. A right turn at the top of the steps opened onto a huge library with sofas and computer stations spread amongst the shelves.

Each computer station appeared to be a small standing desk, with a prude constricted beneath the keyboard tray. He paced by a few of them, noting the mechanical contraptions attached to the backs of their heads, forcing their mouths along whatever genitalia was presented to them.

"Blonde… brunette… blue… fuck," David reached the end of the row. He peered around and saw more computer stations on the other side of the shelf rows, and headed that way. There were fewer people back there, thankfully, and he quickly spotted a white braid beneath one of the standing desks.

Unfortunately, the computer was occupied by a grubby, balding man with a heavy paunch, tapping away slowly at the keyboard. David walked up uncertainly behind the guy, and glanced at the girl forcibly servicing him.

"G-rrhk… glr-hrk… hr-glrk…" her throat strained each time the mechanical piston rolled her head forward and then back, forcing her to **** and drool on the curved meat in front of her. She had big, watery eyes, and a tight little body with tits a little fuller than Viola's. David breathed a sigh of relief that she wasn't a wrinkly hag.

"Hey, uh – can I use this one?" He tapped the grubby guy on the shoulder, and a sour face turned to look him over.

"Why? Go use a different one," he tossed his chin at the empty stations on either side of him.

David looked at those, then back at the paunchy man. "I, uh… I only like white-haired prudes?"

"So go get some hair dye! I'm busy," the man waved him off.

David frowned. It didn't seem like the guy was in any hurry, and he didn't feel like waiting around all day for him to bust his nut. "They just brought some new ones in up front," he lied, "some fucking HOT ones, too."

The guy looked at him, still sour, but contemplating. "Hmph…" he breathed, closing a few tabs on the computer and steadily unsheathing his cock from the girl's face. She coughed and sputtered, but the mechanical arm kept pushing and pulling her head. The grubby guy sauntered off, and when he was gone, David knelt beside the desk.

"Are you Jaina?" He looked at the girl, who tried to nod but couldn't. "Viola's outside, she wants to get you outta here."

"Oh-hlltt," Jaina moaned around the ring gag. There didn't seem to be any obvious way to remove it without unlatching the harness from her head.

"Any idea how to get this thing off?" David felt around the back of her head, dick pressing against her belly.

"Yy-hhww-whhlltt," she drooled. He was cursing to himself and continuing to pointlessly ask her questions, when a codpiece guard with a crackling rifle came lumbering around behind the shelves. David's heart stopped and he bolted up, pretending to be working at the computer.

Jaina's face mashed mechanically into his half-inflated cock as the guard approached his station. Each press of her slimy face stiffened him further, but he was too scared to properly angle himself inside.

The guard marched up to him, then past him, then stopped at the far end of the rows. Sweat beaded down David's temples as he clicked aimlessly around the computer screen, and two more armed guards appeared at the opposite end of the library shelves.

'Fuck,' he thought, 'they fucking caught Kana and that dumbfuck nun and they ratted me out, fuck!'

Behind the two additional guards was a slick-looking woman with stringy black hair and sharp, half-lidded eyes. She wore a silver, pinstripe blazer and slacks combo, with nothing underneath – so that her pert cleavage was just concealed by the lapels as she swaggered along. She watched him as she approached, and stopped beside his station.

"Hi there," she said in a cool, unnerving tone, her lips tugged into a casual smirk. She couldn't have been older than 30, and her hands were tucked into the pockets of her slacks.

"H-hey," David stammered, typing random words into a catalog search bar. She watched as he typed "dick balls cum" and deleted it, then typed "cum face mouth" and deleted that.

"First time in our library?" She asked, glancing down at the wet, ring-gagged mouth failing to clamp onto his swollen shaft.

"Uh, yeah, heh–" he laughed nervously. He was sweating like a hog, ready to run for it the moment someone tried to grab him.

"Well, I'm Mayor Crone, just making the daily rounds. The computers work a little better if you hit Enter after you type," she patted his hand, then stooped below the desk. "And the prudes work better if you aim for their holes," she lifted his cock with a couple of fingers and tucked it into Jaina's mouth, where it surged a full 4 inches longer and plunged into her throat.

"Ohnngg…" David grimaced at the surprise pleasure, and Jaina yakked onto his shaft, wetting the mayor's shiny, black heels.

"That's better," Crone patted her head, and stood beside David again. "You enjoy yourself, thanks for visiting today."

"Heh. Heh, yeah," David felt sweat trickling over his lips as the entourage carried on past him. They caught up to the first guard, then all disappeared around the corner.

"Fucking fuck!" David whispered to himself, collapsing onto the keyboard and willing his heart not to seize up and kill him. Jaina gurgled on his meat, suffocating as it gorged her neck and **** slime from her nostrils.

After a few more panicked breaths, David pulled himself forward over the computer station and spotted a red lever behind the mechanical blowjob box.