Stay and help

I rip the dildo from my rectum and rush towards the tangle of bodies at the front of the room. Seven of the pleasure models are currently having their way with the three inspectors. The faces of both men are buried in pussy. A third model sucks languidly on the younger man's cock, while a fourth rides the older man. The final three models surround the woman--one kissing her mouth, one rimming her asshole, one fingering her pussy. She writhes and groans in impotent protest.

Not knowing what else to do, I reach for the nearest model and try to pull her away. It's all for naught. Hands of steel grasp me by the arm and leg. Before I can comprehend what's happening, I've been flipped on my back. My vision goes dark as an artificial rump descends on my face.

I lay there--stunned for a moment--until unyielding fingers twist my nipples. My muffled screams are choked off when the pleasure model above me grinds deeper on my face, suffocating me. She wants me to satisfy her. Tentatively, I reach out with my tongue, swiping across salty skin. The cruel fingers loosen their hold.

The model adjusts herself so her clit is positioned directly over my mouth. I lick the nub, over and over, and she shudders above me. In the back of my mind, I marvel at the lifelike responses these bots exhibit. I could almost believe I'm pleasuring a real flesh-and-blood girl. I keep flicking her bean, and she reciprocates with a couple of fingers hooked into my pussy. They squelch against the oozing fluids still trickling out of me after my last orgasm.

We attend to each other for several long minutes. Though my ears are partially deafened by the thighs squeezing my head on either side, I can still hear her low chanting--"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"--in tandem with the other models. Her voice starts to sound increasingly strained. I grab her waist with my hands and push in deeper, enveloping her clit with my lips, and she finally comes apart, interrupting her mantra with a tiny scream. The thighs clamp down harder, and I wonder if she might be about to burst my head like a grape. Thankfully, this doesn't happen. Instead, her fingers increase their speed seesawing in and out between my folds, driving me towards my own blissful conclusion.

I peak. Starbursts fill the darkness beneath my eyelids. My whole body shivers, ripples of sensation traveling from my head down to my toes. My hips jerk helplessly against her fingers, even more fluids gushing from my pussy, dripping down my thighs, pudding on the floor. Wave after wave after wave...and I briefly lose consciousness.

When I return, the pleasure model is gone. In fact, they're all gone. There's only me--and the woman beside me--and beyond her, the two men completely knocked out. She groans and turns her head to look into my face.

"You!" She exclaims weakly. "You're not a bot! But you were on the grid! And I saw... What did you do?!"

"I don't know," I protest. "I didn't mean to do anything!"

She pushes herself to a sitting position and looks desultorily at the unsalvageable ruins of her clothes scattered around her. "Well...stay here for now. We need to figure out how to stop this clusterfuck! And then..." She looks back at me. "We'll get some answers."