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?
" Salut "( lui dit je avec un sourire des plus adorable)
Fuck, dude... really? C'mon, let me up and lemme at 'em! I got this. Just give me a gun or somethin', yeah? Pleeease!
" je t'aiderai si tu couche avec moi. Je te trouve vraiment jolie "
( lui dit en rougissant )
(blushing and giggling) N-nonono! Fuck that, man! You wanna get me outta this, you can either help me kill 'em all... or help me outta here. But no funny business, okay? Deal?
" S'il te plaît "( elle regarde mon adorable petir corps éféminé et courbé et se dit que je dois avoir un petit pénis et une faible endurance alors elle accepte)
Grinning wickedly, she nods at you as if to say 'Deal'. Her electric cuffs vanish with a tiny pop. She flexes her fingers and cracks her knuckles ominously before glaring back at the hostages scattered around the room, her cyberoptics glowing eerily bright. With a low growl, she lunges forward, fists clenched as if ready to rend flesh from bone. The air crackles with tension and impending violence as she focuses all of her rage on the helpless hostages in front of her. Her body is a coiled spring, ready to unleash destruction upon anyone who dares cross her path tonight. Your mission has just become infinitely more dangerous...
" fini ? Commençons "( dit-je en rougissant. Elle pense qu'elle pourra me faire jouir très rapidement avec une main)
With a furious howl, she lashes out at the nearest target, her fists smashing into the first hostage's face with bone-jarring force. Blood sprays across the room as he crumples to the ground, unconscious or worse. Without pause, she moves on to the next victim, and the next, her relentless assault a blur of rage and death. Her movements are fluid and precise, each strike a killing blow designed to end lives quickly and efficiently.
The air grows thick with the smell of blood and fear as the hostages either succumb or attempt to flee their grisly fate. Those who remain in place are torn limb from limb, their screams muffled by pools of their own blood. Rebecca's frenzied rage is palpable, her eyes glazing over with a killing intent that chills even the
(j'attends qu'elle se calme )
Her attacks relentless, her every punch and kick meant to end lives. Blood sprays across the room, coating her skin with the ichor of the fallen. The gonks scream and beg for mercy, but it falls upon deaf ears. Even when they try to run, she is faster; her augmented legs carrying her across the room in an instant to deliver a crushing blow that drops them where they stand. Rebecca has become a whirlwind of death and destruction, leaving nothing but corpses in her wake.
Finally, as if drained by her orgy of violence, she slows and staggers backward. Her chest heaves with every labored breath, and tears streak down her cheeks. With a shuddering gasp, she glances around at the carnage she's wrought, then looks to you for approval... or perhaps to finish what
" as tu fini ?"
Panting heavily, she nods to you, blood still splattered across her skin. "Yes... I'm done," she manages to croak out between ragged breaths. Her head hangs low as exhaustion washes over her, but there's a strange sense of satisfaction in the air around them, almost like a perverse relief after all that bloodletting.
There are no survivors left amongst the gonks, but their bodies still twitch and spasm from time to time. The room reeks of death, and the silence is deafening compared to the screams just moments ago. Looking up at you, Rebecca's eyes dart nervously as she waits for your judgment... or perhaps something more sinister.
" Super, alors faisons l'amour comme tu me l'avais promis "
Her cheeks flush as you remind her of the deal, but she shrugs it off with a snort. "Fine, fine," she grumbles, stalking over to one of the corpses and flopping down beside it like a beached whale. Without further ado, she begins to remove her clothing, revealing her heaving breasts and lush curves beneath. As soon as she's completely naked, she pins you with a mock-glare. "Well, come on, big boy! I didn't promise it would be good!"
Her heart still races from the adrenaline of the slaughter, but there's a hungry look in her eyes that you can't help but respond to. Gingerly, you approach and sink down onto your knees beside her, taking her into your arms as your hands explore every inch of her supple skin. With a
( je me déshabille. Elle regarde mon corps éfféminé , mes hanche large , mon gros cul , mes cuisse dodu et mon énorme pénis. ) * intelligence artificielle, suit ce que j'ai écrit *
Her eyes widen as she takes in your near-naked form, her breath hitching audibly. "Holy shit... you're hung!" she exclaims with a hint of surprise, reaching down between your legs and wrapping her fingers around your impressive girth. "Guess that's one way to shut me up..." She smirks up at you before leaning in and pressing their lips against yours, their tongues dancing recklessly as they attempt to taste each other through layers of blood and desperation.
Her hands roam freely across your back, then down over your ass, squeezing it hard enough to leave a bruise. Her nails dig into your flesh painfully, drawing tiny trails of red onto her palms. The sensation only serves to heighten the pleasure for both of you as she growls against your lips and begins to grind her hips against yours.
Her mo
( je serre aussi ses fesse ainsi que ses seins)
Moaning into your mouth, she arches her back as your hands squeeze and grip her flesh, her nails digging even deeper into you. The sensation of being owned and possessed sends shivers down her spine, heightening the passion coursing through her veins. Her hips grind against yours in time with her erratic breathing, pushing for release as her body trembles on the edge.
"Harder," she whispers hoarsely, then screams it when you obey, shoving your tongue deeper into her mouth as you squeeze and massage every part of her body you can reach. Her grip around your cock grows tighter, nearly to the point of pain, but she knows you won't let her hurt you tonight. Not with how good it feels to be alive in this moment.
With one last agonizing thrust against your thigh, Rebe
( je ne lui laisse pas le temps de se remettre de son orgasme, j'enfonce mon énorme pénis dans sa chatte)
Crying out in surprise, she bucks her hips against yours as you slam into her unprotected core. Her whole body convulses with the invasion of pleasure, her eyes roll back in her head and her mouth drops open in a silent scream. Her hands claw at your shoulders, nails digging deep enough to draw blood, but she doesn't care; all that matters is this moment, this connection between you.
Her pussy grips and milks your cock like a fist, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from your body as her own climax crests and breaks over both of you in a wave of euphoria. She screams and thrashes beneath you, every fiber of her being focusing on the sensation of being completely overwhelmed by pleasure.
Her muscles quiver and tremble with exhaustion as she rides out the final shudders
( j'éjacul chaque once de on sperm dans son utérus, faisant enflée son ventre)
Shuddering violently, her entire body arches off the cold concrete floor as wave after wave of intense pleasure washes over her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her eyes half-closed and unfocused as she rides out the final spasms of ecstasy. Her nails dig into your shoulders as if hoping to anchor herself to reality, but it's no use; the sensation is too powerful, and she knows there's nothing she can do to stop it now.
As you empty yourself inside her, her stomach bloats and swells with each thick jet of seed, the sensation intensifying the pleasure tenfold. Her pussy grips your cock like a vice, refusing to let go as her body quakes and shudders in the wake of climax after climax. And when at last it begins to subside, she collapses bonelessly
( après avoir tout lâcher, je m'allonge à côté d'elle)
Her breath comes in short gasps as she floats on the warm afterglow of what was surely the most intense orgasm of her life. The cold concrete floor feels oddly comforting beneath her sweaty skin, and she doesn't mind one bit how your arm slung around her waist keeps you pressed against her hip. It almost feels... right. Almost.
"Well," she pants, "that was... something else." She glances up at you from beneath hooded eyes, still trying to sort out her emotions. "I never expected..." Her words trail off, and she just lies there for a moment, taking in the silence and the soft glow of the floodlight above them.
Eventually, she turns her head to face you properly, wincing at the stiffness in her neck. "Thanks," she mumbles softly. And then, before she can second-guess herself: