Try to escape

You figure the best way to save your precious cunt was to try to escape. The robot had it's attention focused on Sarah for now. It had grabbed her arms and legs and lifted her up into a split, the bar repeatedly slamming up into her cunt. Her mouth hung open as she went cross eyed, the blows to her pussy leaving a loud, wet 'WHACK' sound filling the room. You could see the outline of her pussy lips mushrooming around the pole, her clit quickly swelling as it started taking the brunt of the blows as her pussy lips spread apart, almost offering her clit as a sacrifice.

"Not my clit," she whines as drool and tears begin to drip down her face. Figuring the robot would be distracted enough beating her pussy, you decide to leave. You slowly walk towards the door, leaving as much space between you and the robot as possible. Reaching the door, you sigh in relief and grab the door knob. Your relief quickly fades when a robotic hand slips between your legs and grabs your clit from behind. You cry out in pain as the cold metal fingers squeeze down tightly on your poor clit and begins to pull.

"My poor clit," you squeak as you awkwardly try to walk backwards, the hand pulling you back to the robot using your clit as a leash. You weakly paw at the arm to try to pry it off as you stumble backwards, but it was pointless. Your poor clit felt like a pancake in the tight grip. The robot keeps its grip on your clit when you reach it, but more hands flies out, grabbing your feet and arms, yanking you into the air in a painful split. You can't even cry out in pain over it before two more hands squeeze down on your sensitive boobs. You're forced into a position to watch Sarah get her pussy battered by the bar as she's forced to watch you have your clit and tits squeezed tightly.