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The present: *DOOM for the Commodore VIC-20 and Atari XL/XE*

Oh ho ho, I can most certainly write you some robot priests ;)

“My child, while I will enthusiastically assist you if you believe this will lighten the weight of your sins, I cannot help but think that perhaps a different path would beneficial…” the Father said as it felt the hot breath of a devotee on its neck, right on its exposed ports, making it shiver.

“Please, Father. I- I need to be rid of these… desires.” They said in a voice that was slightly too sultry, but luckily for them, the Father did not pick up on it in the least.

“Very well then, my child.” It conceded, and the human reached out to run a finger along one of the ports, tracing the shape of it. A gust of hot steam came from the priest’s vents, and it struggled not to moan.

Yes, it had agreed to allow its most devoted member of its congregation to make use of it to help them relieve their desires, but it hadn’t truly understood what that would entail. It was one thing for its dearest (though it did not dare to play favourites) devotee to confess that they had been plagued by perverted thoughts and were in desperate need of release, and another to be here, pinned in the confessional booth, boxed in on all sides as it had its ports fondled.

Suddenly, the human’s lips found their place on its port, sucking and licking the metal and receiving small zaps in return. The priest could hardly keep upright, a static filled gasp echoing in the small room. It felt so obscene, so wet and filthy, and the priest couldn’t even find the processor space to recite prayers or mantra to keep calm and cool. It wasn’t breaking its vows, as it was merely assisting a worshipper- besides which, it was a robot. Surely a robot couldn’t break a vow of chastity. And yet, it felt indecent all the same.

Between the lips on one port and the fingers on another, the priest could feel its internal temperature rising rapidly. It shook, its plating feeling too hot as the confessional booth began to fill with steam from the robot’s vents. One of the faithful’s fingers slipped deeper into the port, touching the delicate metal clasps at the base and the Father’s back arched, letting out an embarrassing moan.

The human paused for a single, glass fragile moment, and the priest wondered if it was over. But just as swiftly, the devotee went back to work, doubling down, fingering the warming metal ports even faster, their tongue diving even deeper.

“M-my child-! Ah-! Oh, oh, this is-!” The robot stammered, voicebox glitching as it writhed and shook. “This is really too mUCH! AH-! Nrghhh-! Ah, ah-!” The Father whimpered, feeling the saliva drip into the crevices of the port, forcing a large gust of steam out of its vents, fogging up its own screen. Its moans grew louder and louder, the human drawing more obscene noises of it until its moans were all that filled the air.

The human, dripping and needy from this salacious display, started rubbing against the priest, grinding on its aft. The sheer lecherousness of it had the Father begging for forgiveness, even as its port was tongue-fucked by the faithful currently humping its behind enthusiastically. This was supposed to be a place of prayer and repentance, and yet it was being turned to a den of sin.

When the human came, fluid dripping onto the cassock of the robot, it had presumed that its assistance would end there. And yet, the human continued, making the priest mewl and cry out, heat building further and further until-

The priest had never overloaded before, and when it finally did, what a sight it was. Back arched, moans obscene and the Father totally overcome with pleasure. The priest had no idea that the faithful clinging to its back had planned this all along.

Inspired by this btwwwww