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The clock ran down and BOT Steel's team spread like Nova pellets all across the map, she was all alone, and confused at what to purchase from the shop; she settled on getting nothing, and using her trusty USP-S.
Confused at what to do she scuttled up the stairs of the office, gunfire blaring all around her; worried of getting shot at, BOT Steel decided to creep from cover to cover. She entered the boardroom hesitantly, holding her pistol right in front of her, shaking like she was in an earthquake.
"Hey there, CT."
Every hair on her body stood up, turning around every which-way, looking for where the voice came from. A hand grabs her on the arm and she yelps in surprise, it was two Terrorists!
"Wait, you're not a guy. I've never seen a woman CT before." the Terrorist says, confused.
"Holy shit, that's a chick." muttered another Terrorist behind him, just as interested of the situation as his partner. BOT Steel started sweating bullets in worry, she was restrained and she couldn't use WASD anymore... But BOT Steel noticed something, something beautiful, their eyes, she had never seen eyes so dreamy. She didn't know what emotions she was feeling, but it felt strong, cold, hot, warm, and it went all through her body, she was not programmed for this sort of feeling. The other Terrorists, they felt it too.
BOT Steel didn't know what to say, she was too caught up in the moment, no bullets were firing, everyone was just staring in complete silence. "Do you-" she stuttered, "Do you have the bomb?".
The radio started playing, and everyone felt groovy. They didn't know the emotions they were feeling, and they were going to take full control of them.
"Yeah, we have bombs I could blast all over you." said the first Terrorist, sensually; BOT Steel dropped her USP-S on accident, and bent over to pick it up, unknowingly showing her bottom to the other men. The second Terrorist grabbed her ass and started getting excited by the events; BOT Steel was shocked, but she liked it and blushed, "Keep going, big boy."
BOT Steel knew what she was doing, even though she didn't know what it was, or why; but she went on her knees and starting undressing the Terrorists, as well as herself. The two terrorists took out their giant, wet, sloppy, Desert Eagles; "Oh goodness, I've never seen a piece this big before." she whispered right before starting to excitedly rub their giant weapons. The Terrorists moaned in pleasure, right before getting her to stand up, flip over and bend down.
It was her turn.
"Oh please, wait." She yelped right before insertion, the two Terrorists were hesitant to let that ass get away from them, but they asked what she needed; "What if I get a baby from this?"
"Don't worry, Honey." said the Terrorists, "We use protection." they said in unison, pointing toward their Helmet and Kevlar.
"What the shit? Are these fucking bots really cybersexing?" said one player in the background, "Yeah, what the hell? This game is taking forever, and they are literally having sex. I can't quit because of goddamn penalties." "Who the fuck is the owner? Is this a plugin?". BOT Steel didn't pay any attention to the commotion, she was having the time of her life.
They inserted their weapons into her, BOT Steel felt pure ecstasy, absolute bliss from the act. They slammed her, on the tables, on the computers, on the boardroom table, on the files, on the hostages, on the filing cabinets, everywhere.
They were all so close, they pulled out and BOT Steel got on her knees, opened her mouth, and they all shot their loads into her throat.
TERRORISTS WIN might have been what the announcer said, but in the end, everyone really won that round.
