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Deluxe Mode: The Reboot
🕑 Added 2025-03-09 18:00:08 +0000 UTCRebecca swaggered into the security hub, neon-green pigtails flicking like a predator’s lure. The heist was live—her crew slicing into Night City’s shadows to nab a corpo stash—and she had a double gig: distract the guard with her body and get close enough to wirelessly hack the system, frying its eyes while her team worked. The room was a grimy pit—flickering lights cast a sickly glow over peeling walls, the air thick with sweat and burnt circuits. He loomed over a cracked console, a grizzled titan of scars and muscle, hands dwarfing the controls. Too sharp. She’d have to play him hard.
“Hey, slab,” she purred, voice a serrated tease laced with venom. “You look like a flatline waiting to happen. Or a fuck pretending to be tough.”
He swiveled, towering over her—five feet of chrome-laced fire against his seven-foot wall of flesh. His eyes, human but feral, raked her up and down. “Little girl thinks she’s hot shit,” he sneered, smirking at her size. “What’s your play, runt?”
“Little girl?” Rebecca’s grin was a shard of black humor, lethal and daring. “I dare you to try me, then. Bet that big dick’s just for show—probably bust in two pumps and cry about it.” A Molotov of seduction and spite, her taunt was step one: pull him off the monitors and into range of her neural link.
He laughed, a guttural quake, and lunged. One hand snatched her waist, hoisting her like a toy, her boots kicking air as he shredded her shorts with a flick. She snarled, twisting in his grip—defiant, a spark in a storm, her hack pinging the system’s edge. “Fucking gorilla,” she spat, “gonna pound me ‘til I’m a corpse?”
“Close enough,” he growled, dropping her onto a stained mattress in the corner—a crusty slab for the whores he dragged here, reeking of cum and desperation. His pants hit the ground, and her smirk flickered. He was huge—flesh mostly, thick and heavy, but she couldn’t tell if it was modded. He flipped her onto her stomach, pinning her hips, and she shot a glare back, all teeth and fire, her link syncing closer.
“Hit me, choom,” she dared, voice a blade. “Bet you can’t—”
He slammed into her pussy—a bone-jarring thrust that split her wide, his cock a battering ram of heat and girth. She choked, hands clawing the mattress, defiance splintering as he pounded her—deep, fast, frying her nerves. Then she heard it—a faint whir, mechanical, under his grunts. His dick vibrated inside her, a pulsing hum that rattled her bones, confirming subdermal tech. He flicked a switch on his hip, smirking as the buzz kicked up, humming a warped corpo jingle like a sick serenade. “What the—fuck!” she gasped, slickness soaking her thighs as he railed her, the vibration shredding her resolve.
“Not talking now, huh?” he rasped, voice thick with dark glee. He swelled, impossibly bigger, and came—a molten deluge flooding her pussy, thick and searing, the vibrations pulsing through his release like a drill through steel. Her climax erupted—eyes rolling back, tongue lolling, drool spilling as her face twisted into a wild ahegao wreck. Her body convulsed, nerves screaming as the buzz scorched her core, cum spilling onto the mattress. Mid-wail, her neural link flared—the hack’s in range—and she spiked the system with a desperate burst, frying its feeds as her team slipped deeper.
He slowed, smirking, working her now—long, deliberate thrusts, the vibration a cruel tease. “Still with me, kid?” he growled, flipping her hips higher, hands kneading her ass. She panted, fighting to prolong it—need more time—her crew still inside, the hack uploading slow. She clenched, resisting the edge, her link ticking seconds as he hummed louder, mocking her. He pulled out, dripping, and pressed against her ass—grinding slow, stretching her with a sadistic edge. She grit her teeth, holding back, then he drove in deep, the buzz roaring again. She screamed, half-curse, half-plea, defiance drowning in his tune.
Her hack landed—the console flickered, rebooting—as he worked her harder, thrusts building, vibration relentless. She fought the second climax, muscles trembling, buying every second—then exploded as he unleashed in her ass, hot ropes flooding her, the buzz hitting a fever pitch. Her release crashed, a tidal wave, her cyberware sparking—reflex boosters shorting, plating glitching—electric jolts arcing as she howled. Her team was out; the third climax hit—legs thrashing, cum leaking, a twitching, drooling mess. He smirked down at her, still buried deep, and rasped, “Guess I broke more than your spirit, huh, kid? Should’ve warned ya about the deluxe model—comes with a soundtrack.” Her systems overloaded, vision blacking out, and she passed out mid-wail, crashing in static.
When she flickered back online—seconds later—she was a cum-soaked heap. She rolled off the mattress, silent, slipping into the shadows as he turned to the console. It beeped, dead, screens blank. “What the hell?” he muttered, spinning back—but she was gone. Her crew had the haul, the hack had killed his eyes, and she’d burned out his game.
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SPARK352
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