Help the poor thing.

(Featured image: Art by Sparrow)

"Ah fuck, fiiine," David stepped forward and grabbed the base of the mask, preparing to remove it. "You might wanna hold your breath," he looked at Kana. She sucked in an exaggerated inhale and puffed her cheeks out like a chipmunk.

Despite their attempts, pink smoke still invaded their noses and seeped into their bloodstreams as the mask was yanked free – snapping the cord connecting it to the box. The mask's jizzy contents splattered onto the ground below, and the purple-haired girl began hacking up the rest of the load clogging her airway.

"Jezuz-fuck!" David coughed as his head went spinny – he felt high and floored at the same time, and Kana reeled on her heels beside him. They both hunched over, trying to regain their senses, as a deep-toned beeping sound thrummed from the booth. At first, neither of them saw the marquee display the phrase "EMERGENCY RELEASE - AUTHORITIES NOTIFIED" as the crate was lowered to the ground and unlatched.

The sides fell open, letting the girl sprawl her cramped limbs and roll onto her side, spilling hot goo from her lips. David's head started to clear slightly, and he glimpsed the girl trying to crawl to her knees. "Fhu–KAFF… Fuck, we broke it!"

Kana's eyes were watering, and her tanned tits jostled with every harsh cough, but she tried to look up and see what he was talking about. The box girl wore only a thick, pink collar with a metal buckle at the front, and looked terrified as she pressed herself up onto her palms.

"Ple-please... I have to get out of here!" Her words were garbled by the huge load still oozing from her throat, but the urgency was unmistakable. The thrumming, beeping sounds continued to issue from the booth, and a commotion in the distance signaled that the authorities were closing in.

"No way! They'd probably lock us up in fuck-boxes, too. Just sit still and– Kana, what the fuck!" David's hand was pressed to his head woozily, but he jolted as Kana looped an arm around the girl and pulled her up. The elf did like the idea of being fucked in a ****-box all day – but not against anyone's will.

"C'mon, we can lose them downtown!" She was already dragging the girl toward a bustling cluster of buildings across the grassy commons before David could meaningfully protest. He shouted after her as the two naked women stumbled and jiggled through outdoor orgies and lines for gangbangs. In their wake the booth stopped beeping, presumably turned off by whatever group had arrived to deal with the issue.

David panted, running awkwardly behind his mischievous adventuring buddy and glancing up at the billboards overhead. One advertised something called "Pankkake Syrup" and showed a dark-skinned woman being soaked with sprays of creamy jizz, while her tits rested on a pile of fluffy flapjacks.

The broad pathways shrunk to crowded corridors as they neared the heart of Slut City, and they pushed into the throngs of people milling around some big event taking place.

"Throatfest?? Fuck yeah!!" David laughed as he caught up to the two heaving women, reading a vinyl banner secured to a light post. He momentarily forgot his anger at Kana while he looked around at all the squirming women locked into stocks and racks, getting their faces pounded and ruined by meaty cocks.

But he saw the same pink, buckled collars on them, and the anger returned. "Kana, what the fuck! You're gonna get us thrown in slut jail or some shit – we gotta hand her over," he gestured to the quaking girl, who hadn't been allowed to stand for days, let alone run.

"No way, we already got her out, we're not putting her back!" The elf still had pussy juice glistening on her chin and tits, and she scowled at David as she pulled the escaped **** close.

"But – she's just some prude! Are any of these people even real??" He whirled his hands around in frustration.

"Are you real? Am I real? What's it matter! I'm not putting her back." Kana stood firm as the girl leaned on her, hacking another mouthful of globby jizz onto her chest.

"Fucking! Fuck! Fine!" David gritted his teeth. "But if they catch us I'm telling them you did it." He turned and pushed through the crowd toward a spa kiosk with glowing screens hovering around it. Some guys off to the side were taking goofy selfies, ramming the throat of a long-haired blonde while her wrists were locked up and away from her back.

His dick surged; he wanted some more action, too. The spa kiosk contained a circle of upright, padded seats all facing each other, and a few older guys occupied them, chatting together. As he approached, David saw that each seat had a padded bench beneath it, supporting a variety of women whose heads were propped up to groin-level, for easy and continuous access.

Still grumbling, David slid into one across from the chatting men. The girl beneath him had short, dark brown hair, modest tits, and a flat tummy. Her features were so caked with jizz that he couldn't really make them out, but he didn't much care while he shoveled his meat into her ring-gagged mouth.

As soon as his weight pressed onto the seat, it activated with a mechanical hum and the girl started squirming and moaning. He couldn't see what was happening beneath him, so he glanced at the other chairs.

A guy about his dad's age, with glasses and a bad mustache, was **** a teen with thick, sandy blonde locks. Her arms were secured into the base of the device, and a pair of ridged, bright pink dildos pistoned in and out of her cunt and asshole. She writhed and moaned, massaging the guy's cock with her throat. Behind David's seat, Kana and the **** girl sat together and talked.

"What's your name?" The elf asked, wiping some snot from her new friend's face.

"Viola…" the girl offered coarsely.

"Are you from here? Slut City, I mean?"

Viola shook her head. "I came here with a friend. It was just… more than I expected…"

David tried to drown them out, reaching down and tugging on the head of the girl between his legs so that she retched and gurgled.

"Do you know how to get back? Or where your friend is, maybe?"

Viola shook her head again. Kana looked over her shoulder at David, and then around at the bustling crowd around them.

"Well… where did you come from?" The elf couldn't help feeling a little turned on by all the mouths and throats being carelessly used in her peripheral vision. Music and laughter and sloppy, squelching 'gluks' echoed from every surface.

"A cloister of Leather Nuns, in Salvina." Viola touched a hand to one of her firm, pale tits. She'd felt numb all over for days, but feeling was starting to return in ways she was pleased with.

"Well maybe you should fucking go back there then," David griped without turning. He didn't even know why he was so mad. But he was content to take it out on the nameless brunette gargling his cockmeat. The dildos drove in and out of her beat-up holes, and she spilled drooly slime down her neck like a fleshy spit-spring.

"My friend got us here, she knew how, but…" Viola's voice got quiet. "I think they sent her to work for the Mayor…"

"In the big building, with the gold roof?" Kana had seen it once, during a visit with Rust. They were similarly being chased, but for different reasons. Viola nodded again. She'd been "processed" there, before she was assigned to the EZ-Kum Station.

"It'll be hard to get her out of there… I stand out too much," Kana tapped her pointy ears. "And they'd recognize you right away," she jingled the buckle on Viola's collar. She didn't look at David, but he felt the pause in her reasoning.

He bucked his hips harder, making the chair-girl snort and struggle, washing his nuts with snot and bile. He didn't ask for this. He just wanted to fuck his co-worker's stupid face. And pump skanks full of cum in Slut City. Why did this keep happening to him?

An angry load brewed in his balls. Who the fuck was Kana to drag him into not one but two jailbreaks? Why should he have to help some stupid nun find her friend, instead of just enjoying Throatfest – his new favorite event ever? He wrenched the chair-girl's head against the base of his cock, stretching her neck like a huge foot filling out a tiny sock.

His mind boiled. Where the fuck was Fatty? How would he get anywhere else without Kana? What would Viola owe him for helping and was her friend hot or ugly?

The spa seat creaked under his weight as he climaxed hard down the girl's throat. Her spunk-layered face twisted and seized, jizz dribbling from her nose while her cunt gushed on the dildo. A good, strong orgasm always cleared David's head a bit; like a pressure-release valve for all of life's (or ****'s) troubles.

He rocked there for a moment before dragging his dick free and adding a few more ropes to the girl's obscene facial. Then he turned to Kana with a difficult-to-read look on his face.