The shouting grew louder as you approached, the hallway free of bodies. The rest of the hideout was cleared out, your chrome & iron having done the job, or perhaps not in favor of a more subtle entrance. With that, your gig should've been done here and now.

But you didn't account for any hostages, or a daemon based on all that screeching...

"YOU MOTHERFUCKERS, YOU'RE ALL DEAD! DEAD! EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU WHEN I'M OUTTA THIS!" That rabid threat lead you to the cellar, lock already dealt with once you reached the bottom of the stairs. Moving inside, you're met by grime & dust, almost no light save for weak rays from the stairwell plus the huge floodlight emplaced in the center, aimed at a crappy bed. On it, you discover the fiendish little presence, frantic eyes of rage targeting you at once.

"HEY, YOU, ASSHOLE! GET ME THE FUCK OUT THIS! I'M GONNA KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THESE GONK BASTARDS UNTIL THERE'S NOTHING LEFT OF THEM! FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT!" Writhing within her bonds, purple electric strands restraining her to the bed, all she had on were her bra & panties. The scene spoke for itself, but based on your unintentionally timely arrival, it looked like the gonks didn't get the chance to go any further. To say this was an unexpected hitch in the equation would be an understatement...

Now what?

"Oh you got jokes, huh? Fine. You wanna see what I can do with these arms of mine?" She crosses her red and blue cyberarms in front of her chest. "But first, let me loose."

As you approach to release the binds holding her down, she looks at your face with desperate yet mischievous eyes and grins suggestively. "Don't forget about our deal, eh?" The moment her bonds are off, she lunges toward you and presses her lips against yours. Her body writhes against yours as she sucks eagerly on your tongue before pulling away with a satisfied smirk.

"Thanks for the boost, choomba." With that, she focuses her enhanced vision and uses her heightened senses to scan the area quickly. "Looks like they didn't take any prisoners..." She glances at you sideways, a sly grin curling her lips. "...but no time for that now. Let's go hunt us some gonks!"

"Oh yeah? Well, how about I help you out with that?" She winks at you suggestively before quickly scanning the area around them. "Alright, let's find a private spot and get to business. But remember, it was your idea to wait." With renewed determination in her step, she follows close behind as they both search for an abandoned room or somewhere else out of sight.

After searching through several rooms, they finally come across an unoccupied storage closet with plenty of boxes stacked against the walls. Without further ado, Rebecca pushes you up against one and pins your arms above your head using her superior strength. Her breasts press firmly against yours as she grinds her hips suggestively, trapping your member between their two bodies. With a hungry moan, she leans in and captures your lips once more, her tongue darting out to trace the contours of your mouth.

Her movements become even bolder now; her buttocks flex rhythmically against you as she thrusts harder. "That's it," she pants between kisses, "take what you need." She breaks the kiss long enough to slide a hand down between their bodies and stroke him in time with her hips, further fueling his desire. Soon enough, he gives in completely; the

His body tenses beneath her as he lets out a hoarse cry, and she moans in response, arching her back as his hot seed pulses between them. As the wave subsides, Rebecca steps back to catch her breath, smiling smugly at the satisfied expression on his face.

"There you go," she says with a wink. "All taken care of. Let's find some more gonks to mess with." With renewed vigor, they head back out into the main area of the hideout, searching for any remaining signs of resistance or clues as to where their leader might be hiding.