VD - Rally Part 4

“For fuck’s sake,” Morrigan grumbles, visibly pissed. She leans toward you. “Just do it, Riley.”

“What?”

“Just do it. Demo her sex bots. I don’t know what she’s up to. The sexbots aren’t good.”

“Huh?” You are so lost.

“They’re so bad. They don’t even look alive. It’s so weird. But we can’t back down,” Morrigan chirps. “Whatever, Trish! Bring it on!”

“Oh,” you say. You’re doing it. “Um.”

“Maybe instead of telling the voters to be open-minded, you can try it,” Trish says smugly, stepping aside.

The two figures behind her step into the light, which gleams on their polished, metal skin.

They are the most robotic-looking robots that you have ever seen. You were picturing like Ana de Armas, but it’s obvious that you were way off. These robots have no faces, just shiny metal. Their figures are admittedly sexy: graceful and womanly with erotic curves where it counts. They appear to be nude, but they’re like dolls. There’s no detail. It’s all cold, smooth metal. It looks like they have hair, but that’s just more metal that has been painted yellow.

They’re like twins. They walk toward you.

“Ridiculous,” Morrigan says, appearing truly baffled. “They aren’t soft. They aren’t warm. They don’t even have, you know, private parts. That’s probably why they need to buy political power; their product sucks.”

“What do I do?” you ask nervously.

“Nothing. Let them make fools of themselves.”

“Oh.” That should be easy enough.

The two robots reach you. They are both taller than you are. They feel just as cold as they look, and they’re strange and unnerving enough that you manage to forget all about the crowd as they box you in. One is in front and one is behind. The one behind runs her metal fingers along your curves while the one in front moves close. You see your face reflected in its blank face. Your breath fogs the metal.

Something cold touches your cock, and you have to twitch and react each time. It’s the cold! It sends shivers through your cock, and even if they aren’t soft, their feminine grace still finds a way to speak to your sex drive. You never thought that freezing, rigid fingers could be this sexy.

Your lewd outfit makes the removal of clothing unnecessary. Metal fingers caress your bare bottom and have easy access to everything that matters. The twin in front of you turns its back and bends, lowering its hips and then raising them. Your cock, slick with precum, slides between the rigid but elegant metal buttocks. You gasp at the sudden cold on the sensitive underside of your cock. It’s like there’s an electric current running through your skin.

The twins could easily get you off like this, but they leave nothing to chance.

“Cold metal is not the next sexual revolution,” Morrigan is saying confidently as the twin behind you slides a smooth, hard, icy finger into your ass.

“Hah!” you shriek, arching your back. Thick ropes of cum bursting from your cock. Your head swims and you see black spots. As your vision clears, the spotlights catch on the semen decorating the robot’s back and hindquarters.

The crowd is cheering. Trish looks pleased.