You go in.

You take your time studying the image on the monitor. The reason the two guys you just killed were beating themselves off is clear enough. The Fox has been stripped naked before she was strapped in the chair, her long slim legs raised and spread wide apart. Some sort of probe on a retractable arm has been angled up from beneath her and has it's head buried in the dark Elf's ass. You can see the whatever is on the end of the probe is vibrating wildly and thrusting itself in and out of the Fox's asshole.

The lab has one other occupant, some kind of scientist or doctor in a lab coat, carrying out whatever the sick experiment or **** is on the Fox. She has black hair in twin pigtails and one hell of a rack of tits on her. Currently she has one hand mauling her big breasts and pulling at the rings in her nipples and one hand up her skirt feverishly rubbing at her pussy. It occurs to you that the bitch must have known about these two goons watching, but she obviously didn't care if they watched.

The dark Elf is writhing in the chair, as much as she is able given the straps holding her down. The moans and gasps coming from the monitor are a mixture of anger, frustration and intense pleasure.

"Can't fight no more." The Fox cries out. "I'll do anything you want I can't take any more."

You take that as your cue to intervene. You kick open the doors seperating the two rooms and charge in. The chick in the lab coat gives a squeal of shock and surprise and reaches for something in her labcoat pocket. You don't know if it's a weapon or a communicator, either way you don't let her get her hands on it. Your fist hits her in an uppercut right under her jaw. As a tech type the character just doesn't have the hit points to deal with that amount of stun damage and it's instant lights out for the doctor. She slumps to the floor out cold and you don't expect she'll be getting back up unaided for quite some time.

With no more threats in the area you relax a little and turn your attention to the Fox. She's watching you, but her eyes are a little glazed and the continuing **** on her asshole is dividing her attention.

"Hey Fox." You greet her. "Having fun?"

"Great, a fucking Troll comedian." The dark Elf retorts between moans. "Either shut this thing off or shoot me for pity's sake."