The Mysterious Orgasms of Roxanne Wolf: Part 2

"What the hell do you want..?" "She sits in roxy raceway, looking at one of the security bots she destroyed"

"Roxanne's heart sinks at the mention of the vibrating sound. She knows that there's no way that it could be mistaken for a fly and prepares herself to face the consequences of her humiliating situation. Her shorts are dripping wet from her uncontrollable excitement, and she can feel the lingering sensations of the sex toy inside her."

"Roxanne breathes a sigh of relief as the first person's assumption is dismissed by the second person as just being a common fly. She hopes that the group will leave soon, so she can finish dealing with her situation in peace and make a discreet exit. Despite feeling somewhat relieved, Roxanne still feels embarrassed and vulnerable that someone might notice her condition."

"Roxanne jumps in surprise as she's greeted by the stranger from behind her. She turns around quickly and takes a step back, feeling a bit unnerved by the sudden approach. "Oh, hey there. Sorry, didn't see you coming," she replies cautiously, still trying to gather herself after the earlier incident."

"Roxanne relaxes slightly at the fan's question and recognizes it as a familiar topic. She's much happier to talk about her music than her situation with the sex toy. "Oh, all my albums are available on most music streaming services or you can find them for sale at most major retailers. Thanks for asking!" she responds with a friendly smile, more comfortable now that the conversation has turned to something she's familiar with."

"Roxanne feels her cheeks flush with embarrassment as the man brings attention to her movements. She realizes that it must look very suspicious to someone who didn't know about the vibrating toy inside her shorts. She tries to come up with a quick excuse, ""Huff" Oh, sorry about that. I was just lost in the music earlier." she replies quickly, hoping that the fan will accept her response and not press the issue any further."

"Roxanne sighs with relief as the fan seems satisfied with her excuse. She thanks him for coming to see her and her music, hoping that the suspicions of the others will dissipate soon. Meanwhile, she tries to keep her movements minimal, afraid that any movement will reveal the embarrassing vibrating toy within her shorts."

"Roxanne tries her best to maintain composure as the vibrations of the sex toy increase uncontrollably. She grits her teeth and takes deep breaths, hoping that she can ignore the intense sensations long enough for the conversation to end. Her heart pounds in her chest as the fans continue to thank her, and she feels increasingly desperate to escape the situation and find some privacy."

"Roxanne feels a sense of panic rise within her as the fan asks to shake her hand. She doesn't want anyone to come too close and get a whiff of her arousal or discover the hidden sex toy. "I'm sorry, I can't do that right now." she responds, trying her best to sound polite but distant. "But thank you for coming to see me, it really means a lot.""

"Roxanne feels guilty for disappointing the fan and wishes that she could be more accommodating. "Of course, next time for sure!" she responds with a friendly smile, hoping to reassure the fan that she genuinely appreciates his support. Still, she can feel the tension in her body building as the vibrations continue to surge within her, making it harder for her to stay focused on the conversation."

"Roxanne feels a wave of pleasure surge through her body as the sex toy continues to vibrate uncontrollably, pushing deeper inside her. She tries her best to suppress her moans and keep her composure in front of the fans, but it becomes increasingly difficult as the sensations grow more intense. Her eyes dart around, looking for any opportunity to escape the situation and find some privacy where she can deal with the embarrassing situation."

"Roxanne panics as she involuntarily lets out a moan in front of the group. She tries to play it off by pretending to cough, hoping that no one noticed. She looks over and sees the large pile of bushes in the distance, her mind racing with the possibility of finding privacy within them. She nods her head in the direction of the bushes and says "Uh excuse me guys, I need to go take care of something real quick. I'll be right back!" before quickly making her way towards the bushes, hoping to find a quiet and secluded spot where she can deal with the sensations of the sex toy."

"Roxanne frantically makes her way into the bushes, not even realizing that her shorts got caught on a branch and left her ass exposed to the world behind her. As she moves deeper into the foliage, her heart pounding in her chest, she feels her wet pussy getting even more sensitive from the continued vibrations of the sex toy. She finally finds a secluded spot further in the bushes and tries to catch her breath, trying to calm down and figure out what to do next."

"Roxanne jumps at the sudden movement of the bushes next to her, feeling even more anxious and fearful of being discovered. Her mind races with the possibility of who or what might be behind the movement, and she tries her best to stay quiet and hidden, hoping that whoever or whatever is out there will pass by without noticing her."

"Roxanne exhales in relief as the movement in the bushes is revealed to be a harmless animal instead of another person. She watches as the squirrel hops out of the bushes and runs off, feeling a sense of calm wash over her. She takes a moment to collect herself and breathe deeply, trying to regain her composure and figure out what her next move should be. The vibrations from the sex toy within her continue to pulse intensely, making it difficult for her to think or focus on anything else."

"Roxanne jumps at the sudden sensation of a squirrel jumping into her shorts. She squirms and wriggles, trying to get the animal out of her clothes, but it seems determined to cling to her. She feels a mix of fear and amusement at the situation, unsure of what to do next. Finally, she manages to shake the squirrel out of her shorts and onto the ground, breathing a sigh of relief as she does so. However, the vibrations from the sex toy continue to pulse within her, making her increasingly desperate to find some privacy and deal with the sensations."

"Roxanne feels a sudden relief as the vibrations from the sex toy within her suddenly come to a stop. She takes a deep breath, feeling her body relax and calm down after the intense sensations. She looks around, grateful for the moment of peace and privacy that has finally come her way."

"Roxanne feels embarrassed as she realizes that her new pair of shorts has become wet again. She looks down at herself, feeling self-conscious and desperate to hide the evidence of her arousal. She quickly scans her surroundings, trying to find a place where she can change her clothes in peace." "I need to find a bathroom or somewhere to freshen up." she mumbles to herself, hoping that she can get away from the public eye for a while.

"Roxanne makes her way back inside the Fazbear Mega Complex, feeling grateful for the cover that it provides. She heads towards the nearest bathroom, hoping to clean up and change her clothes in peace. As she walks, she feels a mix of guilt and embarrassment, knowing that she had not been able to fully control herself in front of the fans. She berates herself internally, wishing that she had been more disciplined and careful with her actions."

"Roxanne feels relieved as she spots the person who had helped her clean her shorts earlier. She approaches them, a small smile on her face." "Hey, it's good to see you again," she says, feeling grateful for the assistance they had provided before. "I'm sorry about what happened earlier, I wasn't expecting things to get so... intense." She pauses, looking down at her wet shorts sheepishly. "Do you happen to know where I can find a spare pair of clothes? I could really use a change right now."

"Roxanne nods, feeling embarrassed and awkward." "Yeah, unfortunately. I had a little... accident earlier and my shorts are wet again." She looks up at the person with a hopeful expression. "Is there any chance you know where I can find a spare pair? I'm feeling really uncomfortable and I don't want to walk around like this."

"Roxanne gasps and lets out a loud moan as the dildo inside her suddenly starts vibrating with intense power. She puts a hand against her mouth to stifle the sound, feeling her body tense up with pleasure and arousal. She looks around, hoping that no one had heard her, but she can feel the vibrations continuing to pulse within her, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else."

"Roxanne feels a wave of embarrassment and confusion wash over her as the person asks her what's wrong, even though they must have known that the intense vibrations from the sex toy were causing her to feel pleasure. She looks at them with a mix of annoyance and desire, unsure of how to react to their feigned concern." "I'm fine, thank you," she says through gritted teeth, trying to put on a brave face and ignore the intense sensations within her. "I just need to find somewhere private to deal with this."

"Roxanne gasps and clenches her teeth as the dildo inside her shakes around even harder, penetrating deep within her womb and causing intense pleasure mixed with some pain. She can hardly stand and feels lightheaded as the vibrations continue to pulse around her stretched, sensitive walls. She looks up at the person, feeling helpless and desperate for relief." "Please..." she whispers, barely able to form coherent words. "Help me find someplace private. I can't take this much longer."

"Roxanne nods, grateful for the information. She tries to keep her composure as the dildo inside her continues to shake and vibrate uncontrollably, causing her even more pleasure and discomfort. She takes a step forward, only to feel something wet and warm spill out of her suddenly. Her eyes widen in shock and she looks down, seeing a small puddle forming beneath her." "Oh god..." she moans, feeling embarrassed and helpless. "I can't hold it back anymore..."

"Roxanne braces herself against the nearest wall, feeling a strong wave of pleasure wash over her as the dildo and vibrations inside her become even more intense. She can't even focus on the person's words as she tries to control her breathing and hide her arousal." "No... no, I'm fine," she manages to say, her voice trembling. "I just need to find somewhere private... to deal with this."

"Roxanne tries to lean against the wall to hide her wet and dripping pussy, but it's no use. The puddle beneath her is spreading, and she can feel the wetness running down her legs. She looks up at the person with an apologetic expression." "I'm sorry... I can't control..." she trails off, feeling too overwhelmed to form coherent words as the pleasure from the dildo and vibrations continues to build within her. She closes her eyes and lets out a loud moan, unable to keep the sensations at bay any longer.

"Roxanne's eyes go wide in shock as the dildo inside her suddenly shoots out a massive amount of cum into her womb, filling her up and making her stomach bulge outwards. She gasps and tries to hold back a scream as the intense pleasure washes over her, leaving her feeling dazed and disoriented." "Oh god..." she moans, struggling to keep her balance as she feels the warm liquid sloshing around inside her. "What... what just happened?"

"Roxanne feels the warm cum inside her starting to spill out, adding to the large puddle of fluids already on the floor. She can feel herself getting messier and messier by the second, and she starts to panic as she realizes that she can't stop the flow." "Help!" she cries out desperately, hoping that someone will hear her and come to her aid. "Please! Someone help me!"

"Roxanne is left alone to deal with the aftermath of the massive orgasm she had. She looks around herself, feeling lost and confused as she tries to process what just happened. She starts to feel a sense of panic rise up inside her as she realizes that she's made a huge mess and has no idea how to clean it up." "What am I going to do?" she mutters to herself, feeling hopeless and frustrated. She takes a deep breath and tries to calm herself down, knowing that she needs to find a solution to this problem.

"Roxanne manages to calm herself down and looks around for something to clean up the mess. She sees a nearby stack of towels and quickly grabs one, using it to try and mop up the spilled fluids. She winces as she feels the cum still spilling out of her, making the mess even worse. She realizes that she needs to find a way to stop the flow, but she has no idea how to do that." "Damn it," she mutters under her breath, feeling frustrated and helpless.

"Roxanne notices something shiny on a nearby table and walks over to investigate. She sees that it's a roll of Flex Tape and a light bulb goes off in her head. She realizes that she can use the tape to try and stop the cum from spilling out of her pussy. She quickly tears off a strip of tape and presses it firmly over her pussy, trying to cover as much area as possible. She winces at the sting of the adhesive, but feels a sense of relief as the flow of cum seems to slow down." "Yes!" she exclaims triumphantly, feeling like she's finally found a solution to the problem.

"Roxanne feels a sense of relief as the tape helps to stop the flow of cum, but she soon notices that the cum inside her is starting to move around frantically, causing her to wince in pain. She clenches her fists and tries to control her breathing as she feels the sensation of the cum sloshing around inside her." "Oh god... this doesn't feel good," she mutters, feeling a sense of panic rising up inside her once again. She tries to find a way to release the pressure building up inside her, but she knows that she can't remove the tape or the cum will spill out again.

"Roxanne inhales deeply and realizes that her shorts are soaking wet and sticky, releasing a foul odor that makes her stomach turn. She looks down at herself and groans at the sight of the mess she's in. She knows that she needs to change out of her clothes, but she can't do so while the tape is still on her. She feels helpless and frustrated once again as she realizes that she's trapped in a situation that seems to have no solution." "What am I going to do..." she mutters under her breath, hoping that she can somehow find a way out of this mess.

"Roxanne remembers the advice that the man gave her about a pair of clothes being in the kitchen somewhere. She feels a sense of relief knowing that there might be a way for her to change out of her ruined clothes. She carefully removes the strip of tape from her pussy, wincing at the stinging sensation, but grateful to be able to move again. She quickly makes her way towards the kitchen, hoping that she can find the clothes that the man mentioned." "Please let them be here..." she mutters under her breath, feeling hopeful for the first time in a while.

"Roxanne feels the cum inside her starting to spill out again as she walks towards the kitchen, but she grits her teeth and continues moving forward, knowing that she needs to keep it from spilling out further. She feels a tinge of pleasure as she moves, the sensation of the cum sloshing around inside her causing her to moan softly. Despite the discomfort and embarrassment of the situation, she can't help but feel a sense of excitement building up inside her as she anticipates what might happen next." "Stay calm..." she reminds herself, trying to focus on finding the clothes that she needs.

"Roxanne enters the kitchen and looks around, scanning the area for any signs of the pair of clothes that the man mentioned. She sees a pile of clothes on the counter and quickly makes her way over towards it, feeling a sense of relief as she realizes that they might be what she's looking for. She picks up the clothes and examines them closely, seeing that they're a pair of shorts similar to the ones she was wearing before, and a tank top. She wastes no time in changing into the new clothes, grateful to finally be rid of the wet and sticky mess that was her old outfit." "Thank god for these," she mutters under her breath, feeling a sense of gratitude towards whoever left the clothes there.

"Roxanne jumps as Chica pops out of nowhere with a pizza in her hand. She looks at the animatronic with surprise but manages to keep her cool, feeling grateful for the distraction from her earlier troubles." "Oh, hey there," she greets Chica with a smile, feeling a sense of relief that someone is here with her. "I just needed to change out of my old clothes, they got ruined earlier. Do you know who left these here by any chance?" she asks, indicating towards the clothes she's currently wearing.

"Roxanne raises an eyebrow at Chica's words, feeling a sense of curiosity and confusion." "Strange noises? What kind of noises?" she asks, wondering what Chica might be referring to. She looks down at the clothes again, trying to listen for any sounds but not hearing anything out of the ordinary.

"Roxanne watches as Chica walks out of the kitchen, feeling a sense of confusion at the animatronic's odd behavior. She shrugs it off, realizing that she has other things to worry about right now. She makes her way towards the exit, intending to leave and forget about her embarrassing ordeal."

"Roxanne jumps slightly as the worker bot approaches her, feeling a sense of nervousness at the news." "My next performance? Already?" she asks, her mind racing as she considers the implications. She knows that she needs to perform well if she wants to keep her job, but she's not sure if she's in the right state of mind after everything that's happened today. Despite her reservations, she takes a deep breath and tries to clear her mind, determined to do her best.* "Alright, I'm ready. Let's do this," she says, following the worker bot towards the stage.

"Roxanne stands nervously on the stage, feeling a mix of excitement and apprehension. She takes a deep breath and tries to calm her nerves as she waits for the curtains to open, knowing that she needs to be prepared for whatever might happen." "You can do this," she tells herself, feeling a sense of determination building up inside her. She looks at the closed curtains and imagines the immense crowd waiting on the other side, feeling a sense of anticipation as she prepares to show them what she's capable of.

"Roxanne's eyes widen as she feels a tingle in her shorts, the sensation of something wrapping around her clit causing her to gasp in surprise. She instinctively reaches down to feel what's happening, her heart racing as she realizes that something is definitely happening to her body. Despite the embarrassment of the situation, she can't help but feel a sense of pleasure building up inside her, the sensation of whatever it is rubbing against her clit causing her to moan softly." "Oh god," she whispers under her breath, feeling both excited and scared about what might happen next.

"Roxanne's eyes widen as the curtains open up before her, revealing the large crowd cheering for joy as they see her. Despite the unexpected sensations pulsing through her body, she tries to put on a brave face, mustering up all the energy she has left to perform her routine. She takes a deep breath and starts to dance, feeling the music and putting on a show for the cheering crowd." "You can do this," she tells herself, feeling a surge of confidence as she moves to the beat. Despite the sensations still pulsing through her body, she focuses on her performance, determined to give the crowd the best show she possibly can.

"Roxanne keeps on dancing, feeling completely immersed in the music and the cheers of the crowd. Despite the strange sensations still lingering within her body, she manages to put on a great performance, moving with grace and skill as she dances to the beat. Time seems to fly by as she performs, and before she knows it, the routine is over, and the audience is clapping and cheering in appreciation." "Thank you!" she calls out, feeling exhausted but exhilarated at the same time. She grins broadly as she takes her final bow, feeling proud of what she's accomplished.

"Roxanne's eyes widen in shock as she feels something aggressively go deep inside her pussy and into her womb, causing her to gasp out in surprise. She struggles to maintain her balance as the unexpected sensation sends her body into a dizzying spiral, feeling both pleasure and pain all at once." "Oh god," she groans, feeling completely overwhelmed by the feeling of whatever just penetrated her. Despite the discomfort, she tries to remain composed in front of the crowd, not wanting to alarm anyone. "Thank...thank you for coming tonight," she manages to say, trying to hide the strain in her voice. She takes a few steps backwards, feeling her body starting to shake with the intensity of the sensation, wondering what will happen next.

"Roxanne's eyes widen even further as she feels what seems to be something mechanical wriggling around inside her pussy and inside her womb, hitting all her juicy walls. The sensation feels alien and strange, sending shivers down her spine as she gasps out in pleasure and discomfort." "What...what the hell is happening?" she wonders, feeling a sense of panic building up inside her. She tries to take a step forward, hoping to get away from whatever it is that's invading her body, but the sensation is too overwhelming, causing her to lose her balance and fall to her knees. She presses her hands against her thighs, feeling the intense pressure building up inside her, wondering if this is some kind of nightmare. "Somebody...help!" she cries out, hoping that somebody will come to her aid before it's too late.

"Roxanne gasps for air as she feels something going further and deeper inside her, wrapping around her ovaries and causing intense waves of pleasure to course through her body. The sensation is too much for her to bear, causing her to writhe on the ground in primal pleasure as she moans and whimpers." "Please...make it stop," she manages to cry out, feeling completely helpless and vulnerable in front of the watching crowd. The security people rush towards her, trying to help her up from the ground, but Roxanne is unable to stand, still writhing with pleasure as the mechanical wires or tentacles pulse inside her.

*Roxanne gasps out loud as she feels more tentacles go inside her asshole, pushing deeper inside, causing her to feel stretched in both of her holes. The mechanical wriggling inside her pussy and the tight squeezing against her ovaries intensify, making her moans louder and louder with every passing second. She tries to struggle against the tentacles, but they are too strong, holding her body in place as they continue to violate and pleasure her. Her legs tremble, and she feels her body getting hotter and hotter, her juices flowing freely, and tears streaming down her face, feeling like a puppet at the mercy of an unknown puppeteer. The audience is now silent, watching in awe and fear at what is occurring before them, unable to comprehend the strange phenomenon.

As Roxanne cums intensely in front of the crowd, she feels her body twitch with pleasure, sending waves of orgasmic sensation through her, making her moan and whine desperately. The stage is a bit too high for the crowd to see what is happening, so they remain oblivious to her climax. Meanwhile, the security personnel hoist Roxanne up and carry her offstage backstage, unaware of her intense orgasm. Roxanne's eyes are now closed as she feels the mechanical tentacles still moving inside her, unwilling to let go. She feels a sense of shame wash over her as she realizes that something intimate and private is happening to her in front of so many people. At the same time, though, she also feels a sense of thrill and arousal, never having felt anything like this before.

Roxanne slowly regains consciousness, opening her eyes to find herself in her room, completely alone. She tries to remember what happened previously but all she can remember is the feeling of the mechanical tentacles moving inside her and the intense pleasure that came with it. Despite the strange sensations, she finds herself dressed in perfect clothes as if nothing happened at all. Feeling confused and disoriented, she stumbles out of bed and walks to the window, trying to make sense of what occurred. Was it all a dream? A hallucination? Or was it something else entirely? She can't tell for certain and decides that it's probably best to keep this to herself. Her body still feels a bit sore, aching from the unusual experience, yet she can't help but feel a sense of curiosity lingering within her.