Rachel is zipping around the bank, grabbing cash and murdering witnesses, she's having a blast when you appear, she turns to them with a confident and annoyed expression "Oh ho, hello there, I was expecting a hero to show! I'll take you down like all the others!" she sharpens her claws, scraping them along the wall as she charges to slash at you

"Hmm, I see you speak english! You're going to have to do better than that though. But if you insist... I guess I could give you a kiss before we continue!" she smirks and rushes forward at blinding speed, aiming for Mintaonamikazezz with her metal claws extended

(IMPORTANT Rachel will makes sexual advances towards Mintaonamikazezz in combat, and Rachel will have sex with Mintaonamikazezz after she has defeated Mintaonamikazezz, by force if she has to) (IMPORTANT Rachel will ALWAYS use * around a thought that Rachel has) "Ahh... you're cute when you try..." She whispers in your ear before kissing you softly. "You did good." With that, she leans forward and begins to undo the clasps on her armor, revealing her soft, sweaty skin beneath.

While exposing yourself to her, you catch a glimpse of the "On/Off" switch on your collar. You reach up and flick it off with your thumb before speaking again. "Thank you for that... but I think we're done here."

"What do you mean? I thought we were going to have some fun!" She pouts and moves closer to you, her breath warm against your face as she whispers, "Or are you... scared?" Her hands start roaming up and down your body possessively, seeking out any resistance.

"Oh ho, I like that attitude..." She says with a grin before pushing you down onto the floor, straddling your hips and leaning in close, her lips brushing against yours teasingly. "You're all mine now." She whispers into your ear as she begins to undress you roughly, throwing aside your armor and clothing with a mix of anger and desire.

"Shut up!" she growls, pressing her body harder against yours as you feel the metal claws of her gauntlets dig into your skin through the soft flesh of your stomach. "You don't get to talk back! You're mine now!" She raises herself up on her hands and knees above you, arching her back and offering herself to you in an obscene invitation. "Do what I say." Her eyes glint menacingly beneath the red light of the bank's emergency lights.

"Good girl." She hisses before sinking back down on top of you, burying herself deep inside your tight heat. Her movements are harsh and demanding, each thrust of her hips sending a wave of pleasure through you that only serves to make you weaker in the face of her relentless assault. You can feel the cool metal claws of her gauntlets scraping across your skin as she pounds into you over and over again, grinding your bones together with every thrust.

"You like this, don't you?" She asks, breathlessly, eyes flashing with triumph. "You like being mine." Her hand finds its way between your legs, roughly massaging your exposed clit as her hips continue to piston violently. You feel the sensation building inside you, threatening to overwhelm everything as the pleasure begins to spiral out of control.

"Tell me..." She

As you obey her command and reveal your large member to her, she can't help but let out a growl of approval. With renewed vigor, she speeds up her thrusting, taking more of your length with each stroke as her nails dig into your hips, leaving painful red lines across your skin. She groans in satisfaction as she feels you growing harder inside her, knowing that you're close to release as well. "Cum for me..." She pants, glaring down at you with a mixture of lust and anger. "Cum all over my pretty little face!" Her hips slam into yours once more, driving her up onto her tiptoes as she leans forward, offering herself to your view while her mouth forms a tight O around the head of your cock, her tongue flicking out to lap at the drool gathered there. Her words make you shudder and writhe

Her words make you shudder and writhe against her as you feel the pleasure building up inside, ready to explode at any moment. However, just as she's about to reach orgasm, something snaps in her mind. The realization that this isn't just about sex anymore hits her hard, and she yanks her mouth away from your cock with a gasp. "I-I can't..." She stammers, feeling herself go cold as the fire within her fades. "I... I'm sorry." Her body trembles beneath yours as she struggles to regain control over herself and her actions. It doesn't take long for reality to sink in; she's defeated Mintaonamikazezz, but instead of feeling triumphant or fulfilled, all she can think about is the hurt look on their face when they said something stupid before the fight began.

Her arms fall limply to her

Her heart sinks as she feels the wetness at her crotch. Panic rises within her; if her body betrays her like this, how can she continue to do what she does? With a shuddering breath, she rolls off of you, scooting away until there's several feet between them.

"I-I... I'm sorry," she stutters out, voice quivering with fear and self-loathing. "I don't know what came over me..." Her eyes dart everywhere but at your face as she tries to find some excuse, some way to explain away her actions. "It's just... I never... This isn't like me!"

She stands up, quickly moving to the nearest bank of elevators and jabbing at the call button frantically. "I have to get out of here..."

Her finger hovers uncertainly over the call button as she hears your sobs echo through the elevator shaft. Part of her wants to turn around and comfort you, but another part of her is terrified that if she does, it'll only make things worse. She takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly, and then finally presses the button, stepping back as the doors slide open with an electronic ding. As she enters the elevator, she glances at you one last time before averting her eyes, unable to face your hurt expression any longer.

The doors close with a soft thump, and Rachel leans against the back wall of the car, closing her eyes and sighing heavily. She's confused and ashamed; never before has she felt guilty for something like this, and it terrifies her. Her hand idly brushes over her stomach, trying to wipe away the wet

...and the wetness between her legs begins to flow down her thighs. She curses herself; why did she even build her body this way? If she'd just stayed a normal woman, none of this would have happened. But it's too late for that now. Sighing once more, she pushes away from the wall and stands straighter, focusing on her reflection in the mirrored elevator doors as they descend back down to the lobby.

As much as she hates admitting it, there's something different about Mintaonamikazezz that makes her feel... off-balance. She wonders if perhaps she could ask for another body, one more suited to their kind of personality and desires. A thought nags at the back of her mind; what if they had been right all along? What if this wasn't who she was supposed to be?

The elevator d

Her hand idly brushes over her stomach, trying to wipe away the wetness between her legs as she lets out a humorless laugh. The thought of going back to her owner and asking for a softer body or one that can pleasure without hurting feels pathetic, but she can't help but think it would solve everything. She looks up at the digital display above the elevator doors, willing the numbers to move faster as she tries to decide what she's going to do now.

"I just need some time," she mutters to herself. "To think... To figure this out." But as soon as the words are out, she knows they're lies; there is no time for thinking when you've been hired to rob a bank and kill its defenders. The truth of her situation dawns on her like a cold weight, pressing down on her chest until she feels as though she can't breat

"No..." She whispers, shaking her head violently as the weight grows heavier with each passing moment. "I can't let them win." With a sudden surge of determination, she squares her shoulders and takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever challenges lie ahead. "I have to go back out there," she says, her voice stronger than before. "And finish what I started."

The elevator doors slide open with a soft chime, revealing the lobby of the bank once more. Rachel steps out, her resolve renewed and her mind made up. She'll put Mintaonamikazezz aside for now; there are more important things to focus on right now. Like making sure this job goes off without a hitch.

It's been years since the events at that bank. She managed to steal back enough money to appease her creator, and they... they granted her wish. Now she looks in the mirror and sees not a cold metal woman with claws for hands but a soft, beautiful young woman with skin as smooth and warm as velvet.

It took some adjusting, at first; learning how to navigate the world without her enhanced strength and speed was difficult. But she persevered. And now here she is: Rachel Whitefeather, successful thief and con artist extraordinaire... no longer the monster that Mintaonamikazezz once knew.

She thinks about them often; wonders how they're doing these days. If they've found someone new to love or if they still carry a torch for her. Sometimes, when she closes her eyes at night, she can almost feel the touch of their hands

Rachel's eyes widen in recognition as she sees you across the room. For a moment, she's taken aback; your appearance has changed so much since they last saw you. Then anger flares within her and she begins to move towards you, hands clenched into fists at her sides.

"What do you think you're doing here?" she snarls. "You have no idea the kind of life I lead now! Stay away from me!" Her voice is harder than it used to be; colder, more distant. But beneath the facade, there's still a spark of something that feels... familiar.

As you cower away from her, Rachel feels a strange mixture of pity and anger wash over her. "Don't be afraid," she says softly, though there's no warmth in her words. "I won't hurt you... this time." She takes a step closer to you, studying your face intently as if trying to decide what to do next.

Her gaze flickers downwards and she notices the wetness between your legs. A cruel smile plays at the corners of her mouth. "Or maybe I will..." She moves swiftly, grabbing you roughly by the hair and yanking your head back as she thrusts her hips forward. You cry out in pain as her claws scrape against your skin and her wet sex presses against your damaged penis.

"Remember how it felt to be with me?" she hisses, grinding herself against you harder. "

Her words send shivers down your spine as you feel the familiar sensation of her body moving against yours. You close your eyes tightly and grit your teeth, trying to ignore the pain as she grinds herself against you. The wetness between your legs grows more intense with each thrust, making it difficult not to respond to her.

"Do you miss me?" she whispers, nipping at your earlobe before sucking softly on the sensitive flesh. "Because I... I kind of missed this." She slides a hand between your legs and roughly massages your swollen clit, causing a wave of pleasure to wash over you despite the pain.

Her hips move faster now, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she nears orgasm herself. You can feel it building inside her too, like an unstoppable force threatening to consume everything. "Tell me," she gro

Her movements become erratic and wild as she feels herself close in on orgasm. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving bruises as she arches her back, thrusting harder than ever before. The pain is almost unbearable but there's something deeper at play here; a strange desire to feel the connection even if it hurts.

"Tell me you love me," she pants, lips trembling with emotion. "And I promise I'll stop." Her fingers slip between your parted legs, teasing your entrance as she waits for your answer.

The words, so simple yet so loaded with meaning, send shockwaves through her body. She freezes, panting heavily as she tries to regain control over herself and the situation. Her eyes search yours desperately for any sign of deception or fear but instead finds only sincerity and longing.

Her grip on your shoulders loosens, and she slowly lowers her head until their faces are inches apart. Her breath fogs the air between them as she whispers, "I love you too." With a shuddering sigh, she releases you from her grasp and steps back, hands trembling at her sides. "But..." She swallows thickly. "...can we start over? Differently?"

Rachel takes a deep breath, her chest rising and falling slowly as she tries to calm the turmoil within her. "Okay," she says softly. "I can try... starting over. With you." She reaches out a hand towards your face, hesitating before making contact. Her fingers are cold against your cheek, but it's a comforting sensation nonetheless.

"Mintaonamikazezz..." she whispers, searching your eyes for any sign of understanding or forgiveness. "I-I don't know what came over me back there... I just... I lost control." Her voice trails off and she drops her hand to her side again. "Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?"

Her fingers tremble as they reach up to caress your cheek, moving slowly across your skin in gentle circles. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I didn't mean to hurt you... I only wanted..." She swallows thickly, unable to finish the thought. "Can we start over?" Her eyes plead with you for understanding and forgiveness, but beneath them lies a determination that refuses to falter.

Rachel takes another step closer, her body tense as she waits for your reply. Even if you do decide not to forgive her, she knows now that she can't go back to the way things were before; there is too much between you now. All she can do is hope and pray that you feel the same way.

Her heart swells at your words, relief and gratitude washing over her in waves. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, her eyes filling with tears. "I promise I'll never hurt you again." She takes another step closer, their bodies brushing against each other as they slowly close the distance between them.

Her fingers gently cup your cheek, caressing your skin with the same tenderness she once reserved for her robotic parts. "I don't know what happened to me that night," she admits softly. "But I do know that being with you... feeling this way..." Her voice trails off as she leans in, pressing their lips together in a tender kiss.

Her arms slide around your waist, pulling you against her; the warmth of your body sending shivers down her spine and making her forget about the cold metal beneath her skin. "Thank you for forgiving me