Angela and the Robo-Warriors

“A-AAARGH! FUCK!” Angela screamed as the vicious, high speed leather straps of Bitch-Beater’s weapon drum, came crashing into her sexy, whorish ass. The thin, flimsy fabric of the bathing suit that was wedged in her bum, practically disintegrated as the studded belts collided with her pale flesh. It felt like she’d been flayed. A large, rectangular welt bloomed instantly across her skin, painting her buttocks red. Her asscheeks were on fire.

She stumbled forwards, her legs all wobbly and her mind in shock. “W-what… what’s going on?” Angela only managed a few feet before Sir Rape-a-lot’s hydraulic powered fist pummelled her in her stomach. The punch doubled her over, folding her body around the giant metal gauntlet—spit and slobber firing out of her mouth as all air was knocked out from her. She started to throw up, vomiting violently as her entire body heaved up her insides.

What are they doing? This… this can’t be happening. No. No. This can’t be real. I’m the host of this harmless new show about cool robots battling each other. It’s nerdy, exciting, and fun. They’re… they’re not meant to be hurting ME!”

She woke up from her deluded fantasy when her body collapsed to the concrete, still puking put her guts, still gasping desperately for air. Bitch-Beater took the opportunity to whip her again, aiming higher this time at her back. Even more fabric from the bathing suit was ripped off her, tearing to shreds as the studded straps lashed her spine.

Angela screamed again, her back arching like a bow, threatening to snap. Blow after blow whacked her skin, lashing her over and over again. “No! S-stop… P-please!”

It only got worse when Clit-Stinger and Slut-Zapper joined in the fun of annihilating the stupid ginger tart. Bone crushing claws, clamped into Angela’s perky breasts, squeezing her soft bouncy blossoms. They yanked and pulled, twisting like a duo of torture vices. Then the horrid sound of Slut-Zapper’s cattle-prod, charging up to full blast, came from the corner of Angela’s eye.

She felt the build up static around the air, smelling the stench of ozone as got ready to electrocute her. Without warning, before Angela could mentally prepare herself to be fried with lightning, the Slut-Zapper’s wheels spun forward, thrusting the cattle-prod in between her legs. The poor thing howled as ten thousand volts of current slammed into her cunt.

She immediately started convulsing, her limbs flailing out of control as her lungs forced out anguished gurgling noises from her throat. Nerve endings fired wildly and her muscles contracted by themselves, constricting until it felt like they were going to shear off her bones. Bitch-Beater lashed her back again, her skin now bleeding out droplets of crimson tears as welts formed on top of welts. Clit-Stinger pinched her tits harder, trying to tear her breasts off her chest. And Sir Rape-a-lot aimed another punch, this time to her side at her liver.

“Aaahh! Oh g-gawd! F-fuck! It-it HURTS!”

Angela thought she was about to die. The four robots were killing her. Slut-Zapper surged forwards again, recalculating its angle of attack to do exactly what it wanted. She realised too late what it was trying to do. The prongs of its cattle-prod stabbed into the delicate folds of her pussy, shocking her again, leaving burns as it pressed into her most sensitive and vulnerable area. But Slut-Zapper wasn’t done. It drove forwards even more, the prongs grinding against Angela’s cunt, trying to force itself into the tight opening of her slit. “NO! You cant’! N-not… not l-like that! P-please not like that!”

She thrashed and tried to squirm away but Clit-Stinger tightened its hold on her tits, keeping her still as Slut-Zapper began to push its way inside. Her ankles wear then grabbed by the metal gauntlets of Sir Rape-a-lot. The brute forced her legs wide, spreading Angela open for Slut-Zapper to freely rape. A savage, brutal, and unfeeling thrust, drove the cattle-prod inside her, tearing her pussy as the rod of lightning completely impaled her. She felt the it go off, zap after zap of near lethal current, burning through her cunt.

“Noooo-oo! Why?! W-why are you doing this to m-me?”

The insides of her cunt blistered as the cattle-prod fired off and Slut-Zapper kept pushing more and more into her, wheels squeaking against the floor as its motors drove it forwards. Angela felt every inch of her once perfect cunt tear, blood gushing out of her stretched out hole, sizzling on the floor. The prongs reached her cervix and then decimated her entire world.

Clit-Stinger’s claws finally let go of her tits and proceeded to tear off what was left of Angela’s outfit, leaving her completely naked. Her tried hands tried to reach up towards her chest as if to check if her tits were completely mangled, but her arms just twitched uselessly by her sides. She was just thankful that Clit-Stinger stopped torturing them.

Angela had yet to learn that mercy wasn’t something that would ever be shown to her in the Robo-Warriors’ arena. Clit-Stinger’s claws bit down on her wrists and then started to turn her, rotating her body while she was still involuntarily clenching onto Slut-Zapper’s cattle-prod. The invading object scrapped along as she spun, its hard ridges scratching the soft lining Angela’s pussy while electricity shot out from its tip.

“Aargh! God d-damn it!” She screamed, her body arching as she was made to face the ceiling, pain wrecking her every thought. “S-stop… p-please… let me go-GAWK—” The sound of her desperate pleas became satisfying choking noises as Clit-Stinger shut her up by driving its metal dildo tail straight down her throat. It pistoned into her mouth, lodging deep into her oesophagus. “Aaarkk gawk!”

The speed and intensity of the mechanical skull fucking was relentless. Rapid, brutal thrust down her throat, making Angela’s neck bulge as she choked. Spit pooled down up her face, mixing with her tears and snot as she cried her eyes out. And with her tits so sexily presented, bruised beautifully by Clit-Stinger’s claws, Bitch-Beater and Sir Rape-a-lot had a field day whipping and beating her chest. Angela’s tits were just begging for it, bouncing mesmerisingly as she choked and gagged.

The barrage of slashes that came from Bitch-Beater’s straps, followed by meaty thud as Sir Rape-a-lot’s chain wrapped around her torso. The machines were going to make sure that there wasn’t an inch of Angela’s body that wasn’t bruised, bloodied and broken. Another bolt of lightning hit her cervix courtesy of Slut-Zapper and Angela didn’t even realise that she lost control of her bladder. It felt like her piss was boiling inside her as it violently voided in violent arches, spilling out onto her thighs and to the arena floor. A humiliation that would be shown in glorious detail on replays and in highlight reels.

While choking on a massive metal cock, Angela started praying for this nightmare to end. Pain burned through her chest as Bitch-Beater whipped her tits again, nearly ripping off her left nipple. Sir Rape-a-lot’s fist pounded her stomach repeatedly, drumming her organs until they became loose jello. Another blow cracked her ribs. Then caved in her pelvis.

For an eternity, the torture continued. Wrecking her throat. Shocking her cunt. Beating her breasts. Punching her stomach. Four V8 powered monsters, mutilating a helpless girl. Angela looked more like a corpse than a television presenter by the time Slut-Zapper and Clit-Stinger withdrew, leaving her broken body convulsing on the arena floor like a discarded doll. She twitched for them, her mouth open slack, blood drooling from her lips as she dry heaved gristle and lubricant oil.

“N-no… no… more-e…” she wheezed, her voice hoarse and ruined from screaming. “C-can’t… t-take mor…”

A metal boot slammed into her knee, crushing it. “NOO-AAAAHHH! S-STOP! P-PLEASE!” Sir Rape-a-lot didn’t show any mercy. The metal knight grabbed a handful of Angela’s red hair and dragged her face through a pool of her own piss and vomit. It clung to her face in warm, lumpy chunks, dripping down her neck and bust as Sir Rape-a-lot forced her into position. Barely conscious and unable to move, the robot gripped tightly onto her hips, lifting up her ass into the air. There, it paraded her trembling rear—her searing, smoke quavering cunt. And her tight, precious little asshole that winked as her cheeks were spread.

“N-no! Not there… p-please!” She begged, wretched sobs escaping from her immobile body. Her voice was barely a whisper, a sharp contrast to the buzzing and eager young cunt that entered the arena just half an hour ago. “It-it won’t f-fit…”

No one cared. Sir Rape-a-lot lined up Angela’s tiny asshole against the torturous girth of its mace cock, the ring of her anus smaller than the circumference of even the bolt that fastened the medieval weapon to its crotch. Without any lube, it drove the solid head of metal into her ass, mercilessly stretching her beyond her body’s limits. She was right, there was no way it could fit inside her. But Sir Rape-a-lot was going to make it fit.

Angela let out bloodcurdling screams as inch by agonising inch, the giant iron bowling pin sunk into her guts. She was being sodomised by a mace. Something designed to crack open skulls. “No no no…”

Sir Rape-a-lot didn’t stop. It withdrew a few inches, just to slam all of it back in. Hydraulics used to hurl up tons of cargo were being used to drive a metal lamppost into her anus. It was giving birth in reverse but with the wrong hole. Something that would leave her ruined and traumatised forever.

A burst of steam came from the robot’s joints as it buried the mace to the hilt—a noise that sounded like a runaway train to Angela. A train that was about to crash into her ass. The machine’s stabbed its hips whilst simultaneously pushing her onto itself. The results belonged in a horror movie, pressure that ripped her asshole to shred, rupturing it, tearing through flesh like it was wet tissue paper.

Angela just let out pained, hushed moans, her vision turning dark as white dots blurred her brain. She didn’t feel the brutal thrust that sawed through her bowels and could have easily paralysed her. Or the shocks that Slut-Zapper delivered to try and force her to wake up. Nor the continued lashing that Bitch-Beater gave to every sensitive part of her skin. Or even Clit-Stinger’s tail as it coiled up her leg and raped her cunt again.

Angela Slutlon’s first experience as a television presenter was one that she and her fans would never forget.

JOIN US FOR THE FIRST EVER EPISODE OF ROBO-WARRIORS TO WATCH ANGELA SLUTLON SUFFER THROUGH HELL!

WE’RE GOING TO COMPLETELY DESTROY HER!

To be cunt-inued…