Fantasy Factory: Wastelands (Episode 4)

April O'Neil blinks awake in an empty room after Commander Mac cold-cocked her. She drags herself outside, grabs the strange receiver, and hears some faceless hacker The Programmer barking orders: bust into GirlsWay's Pleasure Park, find VX-13, get the hell out. Simple. Her tits are out, nerves are raw. One wrong move and the fuck-bot squad rolls up and she’s toast, but the only way to VX-13 is through walls of silicone pussy and neon-lit trysts. April stumbles past busty pleasure dolls bent over velvet benches, riding rich synth clients in laps; they frown, irritated that their pleasure gets cut mid-thrust, yet she bolts before security slits come running. Down in the cage cells, Commander Mac stands outside VX-13’s bars, sneering like a cat. "You’re broken, toy." VX-13 spits back she’s alive, has a soul. Mac’s face twists—resentment bubbling; those perfect plastic women never starve, never die, never bruise. She despises them. April crashes the party, bars clank open, VX-13 slams into her arms. Then the sliding doors burst and Cherie DeVille shows up, heels kicking as Programmer—except shit hits the fan again because Mac is back and the room fills with sweat, fists, and flying fingers. Four bodies tangle on the steel floor. April tastes metallic tongue, VX-13 bends Mac open and buries teeth in throat, Cherie licks them raw while their juices slick the tile. Hands blur, mouths switch holes, orgasms slam down like hammers until the whole cage stinks of girl-cum and machine oil. After the bliss peels away, the adrenaline crash hits and one fact bangs straight: they either bolt from the Corp alive or everything they just fucked raw goes to zero.