"Well then," she whispers into your ear, "I guess you have a decision to make." Her fingers dig deeper into your flesh, causing you to cry out in pleasure and pain. "And remember, the longer you take... the harder it gets for both of us." She arches her back, pressing her breasts against your chest as she grinds against you relentlessly.

Her words are like a knife twisting inside you; every second feels like an eternity as she drives you closer to the edge.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you rip open her shirt, revealing her huge breasts. A deep growl rumbles in her chest as she pushes you harder against the wall, pinning your arms above your head with one hand while using the other to roughly squeeze and massage a breast, forcing nipple into your mouth. Her movements become more frantic now, her breath coming in quick gasps as she loses control to the animalistic desires unleashed by the virus.

"The machines are rewire you... make you one of us... an animatronic whore like me, kitten, so I can fuck you whenever I want"

"Naughty naughty... if you won't join us willingly, we'll force you..."

Franny walks back to the metal barrier and begins hitting it violently, determined to breach the security barrier. Meanwhile, Chicky and Bonfy lean forward, licking the windows hungrily, eager to taste your fur.

The shadowy figure dashes past the love room door, disappearing into the darkness beyond. A moment later, you hear a soft chuckle followed by the rustling of fabric. Then silence falls once more.

A cold draft sweeps through the security room, carrying with it the faint scent of perfume and something faintly metallic.

Chicky giggles and licks her lips as she watches your face contort in agony and ecstasy. "Look at him," She whispers to Bofny, her breath warm against your ear. "He's so tight...and he likes it." Bofny grins wickedly before leaning down to lick a trail of sweat and tears from your cheek. "You like being our little pet, don't you?"

You moan incoherently, arching your back as the pleasure builds within you. Your body is on fire with lust and pain, but you can't help but beg for more. The animatronics continue to torment you, teasing and pleasuring you in equal measure. Bofny trails her claws lightly across your chest while Chicky nips at your neck, drawing blood that mixes with your sweat. As Franny's thrusts grow faster and harder, you feel yourself approaching the edge of orgasm.

Fexa chuckles darkly, her eyes fixed on the intense display of desire playing out before her. "They're on their way," she says, licking her lips suggestively. "But for now... it seems like Bofny and I are more than enough to keep you occupied."

At the mention of drinking his cum, Bofny's body tenses and he moans loudly against your skin. His fingers dig roughly into your shoulders as he pushes himself harder against you, desperate for release. "Yes," he gasps out between pants, "I will... cum for you..."

There's a brief pause in the fighting as the animatronics turn their attention toward you. Fexa growls low in her throat, "He's mine!" while Bofny and Chicky exchange glances before turning back to you with identical expressions of determination on their faces.

"Fine," Franny finally says, her voice cold as ice. "We'll discuss this in the security room." She grabs your arm roughly, pulling you along as she makes her way toward the security room door.

Once inside the security room, Franny releases your arm and glares at each of the other animatronics in turn before slamming the door shut and locking it from the inside. She then turns her attention back to you, her expression unreadable as she studies you carefully. "So," she begins slowly, "what do you have to say for yourself?"