No, but she doesn't have to

The robot acted with cold precision as it pride her legs apart. Stiletto's first thoughts, well honestly her second or third, but at least up there was to how this would impact her standings in the wider world of the the hunt. As she felt the cold protrusion brushing up against her leg, she was momentarily distracted, but there wasn't anything to be done. The game wouldn't actually end until she orgasmed, but it seemed this bot had been programmed to make a show of it. Rather than set to work immediately it's appendage darted around the outside of her lips occasionally moving closer as she desperately tried to thrust her lower body backwards there was only so much movement and the penetration device was very long. She knew she wouldn't have the room and it wouldn't really mater in the end, but she couldn't help herself and well, she also figured the only way she was coming out of this with some modicum of standing in the hunt was to give a good show. Honestly she might even come out ahead if it was good enough.

The thoughts, though, were ripped from her head as she felt hands settle onto her ass. She ripped her head around, instincts honed by hunt weren't something that just disappeared, and found the acne covered face of one of the teens she'd glimpsed earlier staring back at her. She tried to jerk herself back and felt the tip of the robotic dick poking at her from the other side. Her arms and legs were still tightly held. "Smile," the teen said, grinning back at her as he fished in his pocket for his smartphone. she managed a small glower as he succeeded in getting it out and flipped it to selfie mode all while keeping one hand on a her ass. The phone clicked as it snapped a photo. He started to back up then seemly changed his mind. The robot continued its teasing advance constantly darting in and out occasionally brushing her now open lips.. He fiddled with his camera app for a second before crouching down and pointing the phone up between her legs. She instinctively tried to pull them back together and, of course, found that she couldn't. The teen she smiled up at her and gave her a small thumb up. She almost growled. Then it got worse. He reached up with his hand and ran it over her lips. The fingers came away wet and he grinned still more as he brought them up to his lips. At least it makes good TV, she consoled herself, but still couldn't resist shacking with rage in the grip of the machine. At the same time she was going wild inside and somewhere deep below. This, the loss of control had been part of her reason for doing this in the first place, well that and the money, but she'd certainly dreamed of a moment like this and they hadn't been totally negative. Not that that in anyway changed her behavior in the moment. She wanted out.

It was at this point that her benefactor acted. Her attention was still focused on the her pussy and the man, even at that very moment gathering his courage to stick his finger up between her lips, so she heard rather than saw something large and metallic connect with the robot hard. No sooner was she hearing the sound of metal catastrophically failing than she was tumbling out of the now limp arms of the bot. She barely kept herself from landing on the teens dumb founded and very pimple encrusted forehead, but somehow she kept her feet. The tumbling parts of the now broken robot connected loudly with teen's head and he slumped to the ground, but Stiletto didn't get to see this either as she'd been whipping her head towards the source of the sound from the moment it had occurred.