Peachstone Current

You are Agent Colette Renard, with the Secure Classified Intelligence Site for Strategic Operative Response. After being hounded by the director, you've agreed to take a look at your agent profile and ensure that all your information checks out. At first it looks all right. Then you frown as you see what the director was talking about. Your field info is either woefully out of date or completely blank. Time to update your [[Agent Profile]]! {(display: "clear_all")}

**SCISSOR Agent Profile** *Name:* Renard, Colette *Classification:* Agent **Operations Specialty** (print: $spec_text) [[Marksmanship->Guns]] [[Close-Quarters Combat->Melee]] [[Electronics->Tech]] **Sexual Stimulation Preference** (print: $pref_text) [[Vaginal->pickpref_1]] [[Clitoral->pickpref_2]] [[Nipple->pickpref_3]] **Difficulty** Number of Lives: (print: $max_lives) [[Dashing Heroine->pickdiff_1]] (10 lives: Have fun, enjoy the story!) [[Femme Fatale->pickdiff_2]] (5 lives: Death is possible, so play it smart!) [[Iron Maiden->pickdiff_3]] (1 life: The slightest mistake could be the end!) (if: $global_spec > 0 and $global_pref > 0)[[[Profile Complete. Continue to Briefing->Briefing Start]]] (else:)[**Cannot Continue to Briefing Until Agent Profile is Complete**]

{(set: $spec_text to "You're a modern-day Annie Oakley. Put a gun in your hand, and you can hit pretty much any target you need. You may be deployed with a sniper rifle or an assault rifle depending on the mission, but even if all you go in with is a pistol, you make every shot count. In addition, your time on the range has given you a keen eye for details and excellent fine-motor skills when absolute precision is required.") (Set: $global_spec to 1) }(display: "Agent Profile")

{(set: $spec_text to "You're an expert in hand-to-hand combat. Whether it's unarmed Krav Maga, Pencak Silat knifework, or Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu at grappling range, you know how to take people down as quickly, effectively, and silently as anyone in the business. As a bonus, that kind of coordination and situational awareness also translates to being pretty damn solid when handling vehicles, as well.") (Set: $global_spec to 2) }(display: "Agent Profile")

{(set: $spec_text to "While you're qualified as a field agent, you really shine when it comes to tech. Whether it's hacking computers, jury-rigging solutions from spare parts, or defusing something that is about five seconds from blowing you up, you've got a real gift for making electronics do what you need them to do. (As a side benefit, you're also good at noting the conditions under which things might explode, which comes in handy when you really need a fireball.)") (Set: $global_spec to 3) }(display: "Agent Profile")

{(set: $pref_text to "When it comes to sex, you are going to have the most fun when there's something inside you. When something fills you up and hits your G-spot, well, whoever's down there better watch out for fingernails.") (Set: $global_pref to 1) }(display: "Agent Profile")

{(set: $pref_text to "When it comes to sex, you are all about clitoral stimulation. Those good vibrations can set you off like a damn firework.") (Set: $global_pref to 2) }(display: "Agent Profile")

{(set: $pref_text to "What really gets you going is nipple stimulation. Having them stroked is great. Having them licked takes your breath away. Having them pinched... is probably going to leave you in a puddle.") (Set: $global_pref to 3) }(display: "Agent Profile")

You head into the SCISSOR operation center. It looks a lot like a university lecture hall, with rows of chairs that get higher with each row. Each seat has a built in electronics suite, and a flatscreen console covers most of the wall behind the main floor. While the room is built to hold a few dozen people, there are only a few of you here right now. You recognize Comm Specialist Ackerman, Agent Reed, and a couple of technical folks who generally keep things at Ops running. Hailey Ackerman is a dark-skinned woman with a bright pink buzz cut and a gold nose ring that glitters in the dim light of the op center. You've seen her at the gym and know that she's ripped under the pin-striped suit. You don't really know much about Agent Reed. She's built like her name, slender and graceful, and her shoulder-length blond hair is pulled back in a no-nonsense ponytail. She's wearing a navy-blue paintsuit, and her pink blouse pokes out with sharp points at the cuffs and collar. It's cute, sexy but still professional. She worked at either the FBI or the CIA until recently, and this is an outfit that would skirt the line of being too feminine at either place. You recall that Reed's specialty was something technical. She and Ackerman probably get along great. Hell, maybe that's who Ackerman was dating. [["Hey, Ackerman. How you doing?"->pc_ack_1]] [["Nice to meet you, Reed."->pc_reed_1]] [[Wait for the briefing to start.->brief_1]]

(set: $ack_talked_pc to true)"Hey, Ackerman," you greet her. "How you doing?" You've worked with Ackerman in your ear on a few jobs. She's good -- always has the intel you need, and is focused on getting your ass through the mission safely. You think she's dating one of the maintenance techs. "Not bad, Renard." She grins. "And no, no idea what this is about. (if: $global_spec is 1)[Must need a shooter, though, if they've got you in here."] (if: $global_spec is 2)[Must expect somebody needs to be choked out or knocked down, though, if they've got you in here."] (if: $global_spec is 3)[Must be something that needs a tech on-site, though, if they've got you in here."] She lowers her voice and leans in a little. "Whatever it is, glad to be riding your earpiece. Most of the girls get their panties in a bunch and yell at me to let them think when shit gets hairy." [["Shit, Hailey, you know I've got no problem with hairy."->pc_ack_2a]] [["Nobody I'd rather have covering my ass than you, Ackerman."->pc_ack_2b]] [["I'm not most girls."->pc_ack_2c]]

(set: $reed_talked_pc to true) "Nice to meet you, Reed," you say politely, giving her a nod. "And you as well, Agent... Renard, is it?" Agent Reed's lips curve into a little smile. She knows who you are. "Agent Melissa Reed. I'm looking forward to working with you." "What's your specialty, anyway?" you ask. "Neurolinguistics," she says. "They usually pull me in when they need a translator or someone who can assess the danger of neurotoxins." She shrugs a little nervously and shakes her head, the motion sending a little wisp of blond hair brushing her navy blue jacket. "Don't worry. I'm cleared for field work." [["I'm looking forward to working with you."->pc_reed_2a]] [["I wasn't worried. I'm looking forward to spending time with someone who's got such a command of tongues."->pc_reed_2b]] [["Just follow my lead."->pc_reed_2c]]

A few more agents and support personnel come in as you wait, and the op center grows lively. Finally, Director Emmanuelle Branch strides in. Branch is tall with light brown skin, and her hair, which is dark but with little shimmering hints of gold, tumbles down her back in a loose cascade. She doesn't have to worry about having a field-regulation hairstyle anymore... not with one arm in a sling as a result of a terrorist attack that left her with permanent nerve damage. (Branch accessorizes the hell out of the slings, though. She's got them in a range of colors that match her outfits. Today's sling is a dusty gold that matches the accents on her blouse. It also has... rhinestones? Beads? Okay, she **probably** didn't bedazzle her sling. Probably.) Most of you all go silent as Director Branch reaches the podium. She waits a moment, staring steadily at a junior agent who doesn't seem to have noticed Branch's arrival as she talks excitedly with another woman. "But when Corky kicks the gun away, you can see that she's wearing socks, because she'd taken her paint-stained boots off earlier, right? But then in the next shot, she's suddenly wearing boots--" "If you're quite finished, Agent Bechdel?" Director Branch deadpans in her customary flat voice, and the junior agent makes a tiny squeal and shuts up. "Thank you." Branch looks around the room. "Thank you all for coming. Welcome to Operation Peachstone. All information on this op is classified Neptune Korra." She lets that sink in. Normal operations are available to anyone with the appropriate clearance level. Any op rated Need-to-Know is going to be a lot more dangerous than usual, and suggests that Branch doesn't even trust everyone in SCISSOR with the information. "We can expect no assistance from other agencies. Any concerns before we begin?" [[Look at the screen.->brief_2]] [["Um... did you bedazzle your sling?"->brief_1a]]

On the screen, a satellite map shows a small island off the Central American coast. "This is Santa Frida," Director Branch says, gesturing with a laser pointer. "It's warm, it's lovely, all the girls have sun-kissed skin and tiny little bikinis, and someone is using it as a testing ground for **this**..." She clicks, and the screen flips to images of three different women, all of them in hospital beds. They're alive, but judging by their vacant expressions, they're completely catatonic -- drooling and pallid and creepy as hell. "Check your personal tablets for diagnostics," Branch adds. "We don't have much, but what we have is there. The first woman was found two weeks ago. The third was yesterday. The longer they stay in that state, the higher the likelihood of long-term brain damage, and the closer we get to a fourth... or whoever did this rolling it out over a wide area." (display: "brief_end")

(unless: $brief_3a_done is true)[[[Look at medical data.->brief_3a]] ](unless: $brief_3b_done is true)[[[Look at the women's personal data.->brief_3b]] ](unless: $brief_3c_done is true)[[[Look at Santa Frida information.->brief_3c]] ][["All right. When do we leave?"->brief_4]]

"Shit, Hailey," you deadpan, "you know I've got no problem with hairy." "Hah!" Hailey shakes her head. "You keep that sense of humor, and maybe I'll let you borrow my razor afterward." (Display: "pc_end")

"Nobody I'd rather have covering my ass than you, Ackerman," you say with a grin. "Glad to hear it, Renard." Hailey smiles. "Really. It's a hell of an ass." (Display: "pc_end")

You shoot Hailey a raised eyebrow. "I'm not most girls." "That you are not, Renard." Hailey shakes her head. "That you are not." (Display: "pc_end")

(unless: $ack_talked_pc is true)[[["Hey, Ackerman. How you doing?"->pc_ack_1]] ](unless: $reed_talked_pc is true)[[["Nice to meet you, Reed."->pc_reed_1]] ][[Wait for the briefing.->brief_1]]

You give her a reassuring smile. "I'm looking forward to working with you." "Thanks, Agent Renard. You're a bit of a legend in SCISSOR." Reed blushes a little. "I'll try to keep up." (Display: "pc_end")

{(set: $reed_flirt to true)}"I wasn't worried," you say with a little grin. "I'm looking forward to spending time with someone who's got such a command of tongues." Agent Reed has pale skin, which means that when she blushes, it's super-obvious. "Mm-hmmm," she says, smiling, and then coughs and looks away. (if: $global_pref is 1)["Although if I had to guess, I'd say that your tastes ran a bit... deeper,"] (if: $global_pref is 2)["Any problem can be solved with language. It's just a matter of finding the right... button... to press,"](if: $global_pref is 3)["If we run into problems that require a translator, I'll be sure to keep you... abreast of any developments,"] she adds with a tiny little smile, still looking down at her chair's screen. (Display: "pc_end")

"Um..." You raise your hand. "Did you bedazzle your sling?" "Thank you for this very pertinent question, Agent Renard," Director Branch says with no particular change in inflection. "But I believe the appropriate term is in fact **VAJ**azzled." "Well..." Agent Reed says, and then shuts up and shifts in her seat a little. Branch raises an eyebrow. "Agent Reed?" "It's just that the etymology of *vajazzling* specifically restricts usage to when it's used to decorate the..." Agent Reed seems to be shrinking steadily in her seat. Director Branch sighs. "Look, Agent, I'm just going by what was written on the box." You open your mouth as the world's best joke about the phrase *written on the box* as it might apply in this situation occurs to you. Then Director Branch looks at you, and it is as though you have a wordless moment of communication between women, a moment of perfect understanding, and you know that she knows that yes, it would in fact be the world's best joke, and also, if you keep talking, she will **literally kill you**. You and Agent Reed both shut up. "Thank you." Director Branch gives you a tiny narrowing of the eyes that you think is probably her telling you thanks for breaking the tension in your own super-awesome way, and then continues. "Operation Peachstone." [[Look at the screen.->brief_2]]

You call up the medical information. No signs of assault, no obvious injuries. Beyond the obvious catatonia, the only thing that jumps out is trace amounts of an unknown chemical in their systems. "Are we assuming these women were drugged?" "It's likely but not definitive," Branch says, nodding as she calls up what you noticed so that everyone can take a look on the main screen. "No injection marks, and it looks like the chemical would likely break down if swallowed." "What about the chemical itself?" you ask. "Unknown." Branch grimaces. "Only showed up after the third victim caused them to start doing more tests. It's nothing we've run into before." "It is definitely synthetic," Agent Reed adds. She's got her tablet open and is sliding her fingers across the screen. "I'd have to analyze it to be certain, but my guess is that what we're looking at here is Phase 1." (click: "sliding her fingers")[ //Notes: You sit up a little to get a look at her tablet screen. She's called up the molecular formula for the chemical and is rotating a 3-D image of it. Also, her fingers are surprisingly slender and cute and... oh. Oh, yeah, this is gonna be trouble.// ] "Phase 1." Branch frowns. "What's Phase 2?" "No idea, Director," says Reed, "but this chemical -- what's currently rendering these women catatonic -- is meant to react to something. Another drug, a natural hormone, or something else. We're only seeing part of the picture right now." {(set: $brief_3a_done to true) (display: "brief_end")}

You pull up personal information on the three women. The first two were Santa Frida locals. The third was a tourist, as if her pale complexion and nasty sunburn didn't give it away. One of the locals was a concierge in a tourist-y hotel, but not the one that the tourist was staying at. The other woman was a university student. As far as criminal history goes, none of the women have anything serious. The first got caught with weed as a teenager, and the third had a hit for vandalism back in her college years. There's nothing that would obviously link them. "If this were a serial crime," Agent Reed says, "the victims would likely have some sort of physical similarity. I don't see that here." You nod in agreement. Based on social media images you call up, all three women are attractive, but they don't look much alike. The first local victim is a tall and lean, with dark hair that falls to her shoulders. The second is short and curvy, with close-cut black curls. The tourist is of average build and has half her head shaved, with the other half dyed pink and flopping down in her face. "Not a lot of overlap," you murmur. "Where were they found?" "The first two were found on one of the major beaches." Branch calls up a map of the area and zooms in on a large beach near te hotels. "It gets hot enough that sunstroke isn't unheard of, and that's what they thought they had at first. The tourist, though, came back to her hotel. The hotel staff said that she was flushed and complaining of dizziness, and by the time they got her to the hospital, she was fully catatonic." "She maybe come from the beach?" Comm Specialist Ackerman asks. "No, there's a shopping plaza near the beach, and she was apparently hitting tourist traps." Branch grimaces. "It's in the same area as the beach, but it's not that big an island. **Everything** is in the same area as the beach." While she's talking, you zoom through the pictures again. Something catches your eye. "This could be nothing," you say, "but they all have tattoos." You point it out on your screen, and Branch zooms in on them in each picture. One on the arm for the concierge, one on the leg for the university student, and a lower-back tat for the tourist. "It's not like tattoos are rare on women these days," Agent Reed says. "I mean, I got a litle one of Hypatia of Alexandria done on my..." She stops dead in the middle of the sentence, goes beet-red, and then finishes, "...last vacation." "Hard to say whether it means anything," Branch says. "I can't tell if that's a duck or a dove or a dragon or what on the first victim, and the shots on the second and third are even blurrier." "No ink slingers anywhere near that beach," Ackerman mutters, searching the listing of shops in the area. "So if that's the tie, we've got something long-acting." "Bear it in mind," Branch says to you. "People do get them all the time, but they **also** get them on their..." She looks over at Reed, who blushes again. "...vacations." {(set: $brief_3b_done to true) (display: "brief_end")}

You pull up data on Santa Frida itself. It's a tiny country, the size of a Hawaiian island, with a city named after the island and a couple of tiny villages. As far as you can tell, it's peaceful. "No organized crime?" you ask, scrolling through the data. "None," Branch confirms. "A fair amount of recreational drug use, but the government cracks down on any organization that starts to become violent. Sex work is legal and regulated as well." "So unless there's a new group trying to seize power," Reed says, "all we've done is rule **out** organized crime." "What does this place **have**, then?" Ackerman asks, glaring at the screen and its lack of good dirt. "As far as we can tell," Branch says, "they're trying to make themselves into the perfect resort island." "Oh shit," Ackerman says suddenly, and you all look at her. She looks up at you guiltily. "Oh, sorry. That wasn't about Peachstone. They've just got one of those swim-with-dolphins things, and the dolphins are actually free and ethically treated and everything, unlike some of them. Look at this, you can go right from swimming with them to a poolside bar and outdoor spa area." Branch sighs. "Pack a suit." {(set: $brief_3c_done to true) (display: "brief_end")}

"All right," you say, when nobody else has any questions, "when do we leave?" "Ten minutes. Pack fast." Branch nods to all of you. "With luck, this is just a bad batch of Molly--" "Nobody calls it Molly anymore, Chief," Ackerman says without missing a beat. "--but we need to be prepared to shut down an incipient chemical attack," Branch finishes as though trying her hardest to pretend Ackerman hadn't talked. "Reed and Renard, take the //Brynhild// and establish a cover on the island. Ackerman and support staff will follow." She looks around, then nods. "Dismissed." As everyone files out, Reed catches your eye with a shy little smile that makes you think about SCISSOR dating policy. "Guess we're grabbing swimwear." (click: "SCISSOR dating policy")[ //Notes: For clarity, the official SCISSOR policy regarding dating within the team is, "Go for it." As a team of secret agents and operatives, it's safer and healthier for you to date other women like you, who know what you're going through and either have the security clearance to get an honest answer about how your day was or know that you can't tell them. Director Branch trusts you to keep her informed of any serious relationships that might affect the team, and anyone who is prone to causing drama or inciting jealousy gets sniffed out by the psych evaluation and kicked out. So seriously, if you're at all interested in making a move on someone, you go.// ] [["It'll make for a good cover."->brief_4a]] [["You got anything with dangly little ties? You know, for our cover."->brief_4b]] [["Too bad. I always like swimming in the nude."->brief_4c]]

"It'll make for a good cover," you say, nodding. "Right." Reed smiles and turns off her chair console, then heads out. You head out as well. [[Grab gear and head to the Brynhild.->flight_1]] (set: $chapter to "Mile High Club")

{(set: $reed_flirt to true) (set: $line_reed_swimwear to true)}"You got anything with dangly little ties?" you ask innocently, batting your eyelashes a little. "You know, for our cover." "I'll have to tie them good and tight," Agent Reed says, gnawing on her lower lip thoughtfully. "Just in case anyone tugs on one and the cord sliiiiiiides out of the knot and makes everything fall open. That would be so embarrassing." (display: "brief_4bc_end")

{(set: $reed_flirt to true) (set: $line_swim_nude to true)}"Too bad," you say casually. "I always like swimming in the nude." "Good to know," Agent Reed says with a coy little smile. (display: "brief_4bc_end")

Agent Reed gets up and walks out of the op center with a casual nonchalance that is marred only slightly by the fact that she bumps into a chair, stumbles, looks at you, and then looks away, blushing furiously, before scampering from the room. Yeah, there's a pretty good chance you're hitting that. [[Grab gear and head to the Brynhild.->flight_1]] (set: $chapter to "Mile High Club")

(set: $display_lives to true)The //Brynhild// is one of SCISSOR's Valkyrie-class transports, a small jet about the size of a Cessna, but rigged with stealth capability, state-of-the-art propulsion and handling on par with mid-range fighter craft, and a few defensive countermeasures. You've flown the //Brynhild// before -- she's fast, reliable, and quiet (despite the name), and while all field agents have to be able to handle anything with wheels or wings, the //Brynhild//'s autopilot can handle most of the flight for you. She can handle 8 if everyone is friendly and doesn't mind being patient waiting for the bathroom. With just you and Agent Reed, it's practically a luxury flight. Behind the flight chairs, the main cabin has black faux-leather seats that recline nicely, along with warm wood paneling on the side-tables and enough vertical clearance for you to walk without banging your head on the ceiling. "We're topped off and cleared for departure," Reed says. She's changed into a loose pink blouse and black capris, an outfit you'd expect a tourist to wear while walking the streets of Santa Frida. Her strappy black wedges are tactical combat-balanced models whose hidden heel-compartments contain a flash drive, wireless router, keystroke recorder, retractable ethernet cable, rechargeable battery, and basic lock pick... but they also do really nice things for Agent Reed's calves. Reed engages the autopilot, and the //Brynhild// lifts off smoothly. Looking out the window, you see the Bureau's base fall away below. {(if: $reed_flirt is true)[ [[Sit back and wait.->flight_2a]]] (else:)[ [[Sit back and wait.->flight_2b]]]}

While the //Brynhild// is faster than any civilian aircraft, it's still a few hours to Santa Frida. Agent Reed stays in the pilot's seat for the first hour, as per regs, while you read and watch the clouds pass by below. You're seriously considering a nap when Agent Reed stands up. "We're clear of civilian traffic and are cruising safely," she says, coming down the aisle your way. "Still about an hour out from Santa Frida." Her lips curve into a sweet smile. "Any thoughts on how we might pass the time?" [["I have one." Kiss her.->fly_love_1a]] [["You must be tense after handling the pilot's chair. I bet you need a backrub."->fly_love_1b]] [["Let's just read."->fly_love_1c]]

While the //Brynhild// is faster than any civilian aircraft, it's still a few hours to Santa Frida. Agent Reed stays stays in the pilot's seat for the first hour, as per regs, while you read and watch the clouds pass by below. Eventually, Reed joins you back in the cabin, and the two of you chat casually and end up reading in companionable silence for awhile. Then, without warning, you're interrupted by the blaring of the //Brynhild//'s alarm. "The hell?" Reed mutters. She's on her feet quickly and darts back to the pilot's chair. You settle into the copilot chair beside her, ready to help. [[Check the alarm.->fly_attack1]]

"I have one." You stand up and move into her arms, bringing your lips to hers before she has a chance to get skittish. For a moment, she freezes. Then her arms tighten around you, and you feel her lips curl as she smiles through your kiss. The feeling of her mouth on yours is electric, and her hands slide up your back. One cups the nape of your neck, and the other slides up to twine through your hair. The kiss finally breaks, and Reed smiles a little breathlessly. She's still got her arms around you, and the hand that was playing in your hair moves down to your waist and then slips up under your shirt. "I have **really** been looking forward to working with you," she murmurs as her fingers brush your breasts. [[She needs to be out of that shirt. No, better. She needs that shirt unbuttoned and half off, but kind of using the sleeves like handcuffs.->fly_love_2a]] [[Get Reed into the chair, see how far those seats really recline, and then ride 'em, cowgirl!->fly_love_2b]]

"You must be tense after handling the pilot's chair," you say with a sultry smile. "I bet you need a backrub." Reed grins. "You know, I **am** a little tight, now that you mention it. If you wouldn't mind, I'd be sooo grateful." She settles into another seat, reclines it all the way back to a sleeping position, and lies on her stomach, pulling her blond hair out of its ponytail and sweeping it over to the side. (click: "sleeping position")[ //Note: The seats on the //Brynhild// go down a lot more than the seats on a passenger jet... and the same can be said of the passengers.// ] You bring your hands to her shoulders and begin to knead the muscles of her upper back. After a minute, you move between her shoulder blades, working your thumbs down any tight spots. Reed makes tiny little happy breathy sounds and seems to melt under your fingers. "You know," she murmurs, "I can barely feel your hands," which is **damned lie**. "Maybe if you, um, went up under my shirt...?" You slide your hands down, then up under her pink peasant blouse wordlessly, letting your nails drag along the warm skin as your work your way up her back. When your fingers reach her bra band, Reed makes a tiny little moan. You work your hands ever so slowly around her sides, and Reed makes a small movement that gets her arms out of the way as your fingers slide around to the front. You're kneeling on either side of her now, giving her a bear hug from behind, and with one tiny little effort, you reach her breasts. Under the silky texture of the bra, her nipples are rock hard. "I have **really** been looking forward to working with you," Reed murmurs as you flick her nipples gently. She turns over, sits up, and kisses you, her lips hungry and eager as she falls into you. [[She needs to be out of that shirt. No, better. She needs that shirt unbuttoned and half off, but kind of using the sleeves like handcuffs as you play with her against the wall.->fly_love_2a]] [[You're already on top of her. Ride 'em, cowgirl!->fly_love_2b]]

"Let's just read," you say, and pull up the app on your phone. Reed gives you a friendly smile. "Sounds good." She settles into a chair and reclines it back, then flips open her phone and opens a book as well. You read in companionable silence for awhile. Then, without warning, you're interrupted by the blaring of the //Brynhild//'s alarm. "The hell?" Reed mutters. She's on her feet quickly and darts back to the pilot's chair. You settle into the copilot chair beside her, ready to help. [[Check the alarm.->fly_attack1]]

In a tangle of kisses, you maneuver Reed to a standing position by the wall. You kiss her collarbone, slide your tongue to where her neck meets her shoulders, and kiss your way up with tiny little nibbles. You catch her earlobe between your teeth and murmur, "Shirt." "Yes, please," Reed gasps, and you kiss your way back down, fingers nimbly flicking the buttons of her blouse open to reveal a frilly pink bra underneath. You trace kisses down her collarbone into the cleft between her pert breasts, and you can smell the dusky scent of her perfume and feel her heart pounding beneath your lips. Her shirt is fully unbuttoned and open in the front now, and you catch the collar on either side, bunch it around your fists, and slide it down over the creamy white skin of her shoulders. She wriggles, ready to pull her arms free, but you hold her in place, leaving the sleeves pulling her arms behind her like ropes. Then, as she gasps against you, you ease her breasts out of their cups and begin kissing them each in turn. She's moaning audibly, nipples hard between your lips and under your teeth. With another nimble twist of your fingers, you undo the front hook on her capris and ease them down over her slender hips. Her panties are frilly and pink, matching the bra, both of them vivid against her pale skin, and as you keep suckling her breasts and work your fingers down further, you learn that those panties are sopping wet. [[Continue.->c_block]]

You slide down on top of Reed, your breasts mashed against hers, and kiss her slowly while you run your hands along her side. She moves under you, grinding against your body, her fingers pulling hard against your back. Then you sit up, straddling her stomach, and smile down. She looks up at you coyly, then gasps as your fingers nimbly ease open the buttons on her blouse and trace lines of heat across her breasts. Her bra is a hot frilly pink, and you tease her nipples, then tweak them gently, feeling her move beneath you. "Now," you murmur, "what have we **here**..." You reach back behind you with one hand and flip open the button on her capris. Glancing back, you see that her panties are the same frilly pink as the bra, the pink hot and inviting against her creamy skin... and as your fingers slide under those panties, you feel that she is sopping wet. [[Continue.->c_block]]

{(set: $fly_c_blocked to true)}Then, without warning, you're interrupted by the blaring of the //Brynhild//'s alarm. "Are you **kidding me**?" Reed yells as both of you make an abrupt change of gears. She buttons her blouse and pulls her pants back up while staggering back toward the pilot's chair. "This better be fucking important," she growls as she settles in. "Goddamn cliterception asshole alarm..." "No shit." You hop into the copilot chair beside her, ready to help. [[Check the alarm.->fly_attack1]]

The //Brynhild//'s alarm is unfortunately **not** just fucking with you. Scans show three unidentified targets on an intercept course. "Based on mass, I'm thinking remote-piloted drones," Reed says. "Likely sent from Santa Frida." You run a quick scan, and it looks like Reed is right. Scans pick up weapon signatures, but they're small enough that they have to be drones. Reed grabs the radio. "Sappho-Velvet-Six-Niner to Control, we have three unknowns on intercept course." "This is Control. Confirm that?" Ackerman's voice comes back over the radio, crackly at this distance. "Three hostiles, confirmed," Reed says. "Reading weapons hot." "We're too damn far off to be any use," Ackerman says, clearly frustrated. "Have you got any options?" (if: $global_spec is 1)[[[Use your sharpshooting skills to shoot them down.->fc_guns_w]]](else:)[(link: "Try to shoot them down.")[(set: $lives_used to it +1)(goto: "fc_guns_l")]] (if: $global_spec is 2)[[[Use your piloting expertise to oufly them.->fc_fly_w]]](else:)[(link: "Try to evade them.")[(set: $lives_used to it +1)(goto: "fc_fly_l")]] (if: $global_spec is 3)[[[Use your technical expertise to scramble their sensors.->fc_tech_w]]](else:)[(link: "Try to scramble their sensors.")[(set: $lives_used to it +1)(goto: "fc_tech_l")]]

(set: $fly_chose to 1)"Be ready for evasive maneuvers," you say as you bring the //Brynhild//'s weapons online. "This may get sticky." (if: $fly_c_blocked is true)[ "It was sticky **before** the damn alarm went off," Reed mutters, and despite the tension, you stifle a snort. ] Reed pulls into a tight turn as you target the first drone. Your guns have good range, and you get the weapons lock, fire off a burst from the autocannon, and watch in satisfaction as the first one disappears from the radar. "They're trying to lock!" Reed calls over, and hauls //Brynhild// over. Your HUD spins as you go for a lock, and you fire on manual, trusting your instincts. Your shot might have just torn up the hull of a real plane, but the tiny drone spins out of control and goes into a spin. Two down. "They're firing! I'm going to dive and try to lose them!" Reed calls. You grimace and haul on the //Brynhild//'s weapons controls as your stomach lurches. The last drone is too low on your screen to target, and you keep a tight grip on the controls as Reed puts the //Brynhild// down, down, down. Through the cockpit window, you see the deep blue of the ocean spinning dizzily ahead. You flinch as a flash of white roars past you -- the missile -- and then you see it explode on the ocean surface **far** too close to you. "Reed?" "Jussec." She's got her eyes on the console, and her knuckles are white on the controls. (if: $fly_c_blocked is true)[ "Reed, I was hoping you were willing to go down, but not like this..." ](else:)[ "Any time, Reed!" ] "On your screen!" Reed yells, and pulls up hard. Your gut sinks into your seat as the //Brynhild// pulls out of its spin and levels off. For just a moment, the final drone is perfectly in your sights. That's all you need to squeeze off a shot that blows it out of the sky. Reed looks over, grinning and breathless. "Nice shooting." (if: $fly_c_blocked is true)[ "You short of breath again, Reed?" you shoot back. "We gotta work on your cardio, if you spend the whole flight gasping." She goes bright red again, but she doesn't stop smiling. ](else:)[ "Nice flying," you shoot back. ] Fortunately, the short remainder of the flight is uneventful. [[Land the //Brynhild//.->hotel_win_1]]

"Be ready for evasive maneuvers," you say as you bring the //Brynhild//'s weapons online. "This may get sticky." (if: $fly_c_blocked is true)[ "It was sticky **before** the damn alarm went off," Reed mutters, and despite the tension, you stifle a snort. ] Reed pulls into a tight turn as you target the first drone. Your guns have good range, and you get the weapons lock, fire off a burst from the autocannon, and watch in satisfaction as the first one disappears from the radar. "They're trying to lock!" Reed calls over, and hauls //Brynhild// over. Your HUD spins as you go for a lock, and you don't have time for a clean shot. You fire hopefully, but it goes wide. (set: $fly_chose to 1)"They're firing! I'm going to dive and try to lose them!" Reed calls. You grimace and haul on the //Brynhild//'s weapons controls as your stomach lurches. Both of the drones follow, and you keep a tight grip on the controls as Reed puts the //Brynhild// down, down, down. Through the cockpit window, you see the deep blue of the ocean spinning dizzily ahead. You flinch as a flash of white roars past you -- the missile -- and then you see it explode on the ocean surface **far** too close to you. "Reed?" "Jussec." She's got her eyes on the console, and her knuckles are white on the controls. (if: $fly_c_blocked is true)[ "Reed, I was hoping you were willing to go down, but not like this..." ](else:)[ "Any time, Reed!" ] "On your screen!" Reed yells, and pulls up hard. Your gut sinks into your seat as the //Brynhild// pulls out of its spin and levels off. For just a moment, one of the drones is perfectly in your sights. You get the weapons lock and fire, and watch in satisfaction as the drone explodes. Then the **other** drone, the one you missed, launches a shot, and a moment later, the //Brynhild// screams an alarm as the starboard wing bursts into flame. "Damn it!" Reed shouts. "We need to eject!" She hammers a button on the console. "See you in the water, Renard!" **LIFE LOST!** (if: $lives_used < $max_lives)[[[Eject from the //Brynhild//.->crash_1]]](else:)[[[Continue.->crash_die]]]

(set: $fly_chose to 2)"Reed, grab the guns," you say as you bring take hold of your seat's flight stick. "And be ready in case this gets sticky." (if: $fly_c_blocked is true)[ "It was sticky **before** the damn alarm went off," Reed mutters, and despite the tension, you stifle a snort. ] The drones are incoming, and the smart thing to do would be to run, but since the //Brynhild// has to support passengers and the drones don't, that's a race you're likely to lose. Instead, you fly right at the bastards, gunning the throttle and leaning forward in your seats as the drones come closer. "They're trying to lock!" Reed calls over. She's firing, and you see one of the drones explode on your radar. One down, two to go. "Got it." You see the warning alarm, then see them fire. "Three, two..." The missiles are inbound, and you wait, and wait, still gunning the throttle, and then you put the //Brynhild// on her side, wings up and down, and the missiles roar past you. Reed lets out a breath. "Nice." She checks the radar. "Damn it, they're homing." "Noted. Take out the drone on left." You put the //Brynhild// into a tight turn, still moving in on the drones. "On it." Reed fires. "Damn it, missed." "I'll get you a clean shot." You bank back toward the target. "One missile is still coming!" Reed calls over, but she lines up the shot, then takes it. You nod in satisfaction as the second drone explodes. "Impact in five, four..." "We got this." You've got one drone left, and you pull the //Brynhild// into a spinning turn, letting the missiles zip past it, and then dive right at the drone. "Hey, asshole. Pucker up." The //Brynhild// roars past the drone, clipping its wing, and the drone goes into a crazy spin. That crazy spin puts it right into the path of that missile still homing in on you. A moment later, you hear the explosion in the air behind you, close enough to rock the plane. "Hah!" Reed lets out a breath. "You've got some nice moves." (if: $fly_c_blocked is true)[ "Sorry you didn't get to see more of them before these jerks started shooting at us," you say with a grin, and Reed smiles back at you, blushing. ](else:)[ "Nice shooting," you say, and Reed gives you a relieved smile. ] Fortunately, the short remainder of the flight is uneventful. [[Land the //Brynhild//.->hotel_win_1]]

(set: $fly_chose to 3)"Be ready for evasive maneuvers," you say as you bring the //Brynhild//'s cyberwarfare systems online. "This may get sticky." (if: $fly_c_blocked is true)[ "It was sticky **before** the damn alarm went off," Reed mutters, and despite the tension, you stifle a snort. ] Reed pulls into a tight turn, trying to avoid the drones while you run frequencies, looking for the likely control signal for the drones. Based on the size and likely range, you're probably looking at... hmmm... "They're trying to lock!" Reed calls over, and hauls //Brynhild// over. Your HUD spins as you keep scanning, and you catch a frequency that seems likely, order the //Brynhild// to clean it up, and shout, "I've got something!" "Me too!" Reed calls. "Mine is a weapons lock on my ass! Hang on!" You grimace and run an encryption cracker as your stomach lurches. You discard a code that would create too much noise to use beyond line-of-sight, guess at a code based on a gut instinct from the last time you saw the kinds of signal spikes you're reading, and smile grimly as the signal decodes. "I'm in!" You start the override as Reed puts the //Brynhild// down, down, down. Through the cockpit window, you see the deep blue of the ocean spinning dizzily ahead. "I'll have control in a minute!" The ocean looks like it's getting pretty close. "Reed?" "Jussec." She's got her eyes on the console, and her knuckles are white on the controls. (if: $fly_c_blocked is true)[ "Reed, I was hoping you were willing to go down, but not like this..." ](else:)[ "Any time, Reed!" ] "Hang on!" Reed yells, and pulls up hard. Your gut sinks into your seat as the //Brynhild// pulls out of its spin and levels off. Then, before whoever controls the drones can give the order to lift, the override signal completes. It's a hack job -- the operator would be able to re-establish control in half a minute tops -- but since the order you send the drones is, "Just keep diving," that's about twenty-nine seconds more than the drones had left. They smash into the ocean, exploding in a trio of blasts. Reed looks over, grinning and breathless. "Nice hacking." (if: $fly_c_blocked is true)[ "You short of breath again, Reed?" you shoot back. "We gotta work on your cardio, if you spend the whole flight gasping." She goes bright red again, but she doesn't stop smiling. ](else:)[ "Nice flying," you shoot back. ] Fortunately, the short remainder of the flight is uneventful. [[Land the //Brynhild//.->hotel_win_1]]

(set: $fly_chose to 3)"Be ready for evasive maneuvers," you say as you bring the //Brynhild//'s cyberwarfare systems online. "This may get sticky." (if: $fly_c_blocked is true)[ "It was sticky **before** the damn alarm went off," Reed mutters, and despite the tension, you stifle a snort. ] Reed pulls into a tight turn, trying to avoid the drones while you run frequencies, looking for the likely control signal for the drones. Based on the size and likely range, you're probably looking at... hmmm... "They're trying to lock!" Reed calls over, and hauls //Brynhild// over. Your HUD spins as you keep scanning, and you catch a frequency that seems likely, order the //Brynhild// to clean it up, and shout, "I've got something!" "Me too!" Reed calls. "Mine is a weapons lock on my ass! Hang on!" You grimace and run an encryption cracker as your stomach lurches. You've used these before, but whatever is running the drones is running on a frequency you don't immediately recognize. You grit your teeth, hoping the software finds something. "I need more time!" You keep scanning as Reed puts the //Brynhild// down, down, down. Through the cockpit window, you see the deep blue of the ocean spinning dizzily ahead. "I'll have control in a minute!" The ocean looks like it's getting pretty close. "Reed?" "Jussec." She's got her eyes on the console, and her knuckles are white on the controls. (if: $fly_c_blocked is true)[ "Reed, I was hoping you were willing to go down, but not like this..." ](else:)[ "Any time, Reed!" ] "Hang on!" Reed yells, and pulls up hard. Your gut sinks into your seat as the //Brynhild// pulls out of its spin and levels off. The system hits a likely signal, and you order the override. You hammer the controls as though that will make it go faster, and a moment later, the override process begin. "I've got something!" A moment later, you've got control. You order the drones back down, which would have been great had you gotten the override a moment ago -- and before they dive, one of them has fired. "Shit!" "I can't--" Reed starts, and then the starboard wing of the //Brynhild// explodes in flame. Two of the drones smash into the ocean before the jet's cyberwarfare suite goes offline. The third pulls out of the dive as the //Brynhild// goes down. "Damn it!" Reed shouts. "We need to eject!" She hammers a button on the console. "See you in the water, Renard!" **LIFE LOST!** (if: $lives_used < $max_lives)[[[Eject from the //Brynhild//.->crash_1]]](else:)[[[Continue.->crash_die]]]

"Reed, grab the guns," you say as you bring take hold of your seat's flight stick. "And be ready in case this gets sticky." (if: $fly_c_blocked is true)[ "It was sticky **before** the damn alarm went off," Reed mutters, and despite the tension, you stifle a snort. ] The drones are incoming, and the smart thing to do would be to run, but since the //Brynhild// has to support passengers and the drones don't, that's a race you're likely to lose. Instead, you fly right at the bastards, gunning the throttle and leaning forward in your seats as the drones come closer. (set: $fly_chose to 2)"They're trying to lock!" Reed calls over. She's firing, and you see one of the drones explode on your radar. One down, two to go. "Got it." You see the warning alarm, then see them fire. "Three, two..." You pull hard, and the missiles zip past you, but you've lost the line on the drones. Swearing to yourself, you yank back on the stick. "Can you take a shot?" "I don't have a shot!" "I'll get you one." You bank back toward the target. "One missile is still coming!" Reed calls over, but she fires while she's saying it. "No good! Impact in five, four..." "Hell with it." You finally get one of the drones into your view, and you ram the throttle. "Hang on!" The //Brynhild// smashes into the drone, and the cockpit window goes white as the explosion shakes you. That leaves you with only one drone left... and, unfortunately, a missile left, too. As Reed calls out a warning, you haul on the stick, but this time the missle doesn't miss; the //Brynhild// screams an alarm as the starboard wing bursts into flame. "Damn it!" Reed shouts. "We need to eject!" She hammers a button on the console. "See you in the water, Renard!" **LIFE LOST!** (if: $lives_used < $max_lives)[[[Eject from the //Brynhild//.->crash_1]]](else:)[[[Continue.->crash_die]]]

You land the //Brynhild// safely, disappear through customs with one of a hundred little espionage tricks in case there were hostiles waiting for you at the airport, and are comfortably in a cab fifteen minutes later. Santa Frida really is gorgeous. Tourists and locals mingle on sun-drenched beaches as the cab takes you down streets lined with palm trees and adorable tourist-trap shops. Before long, you've reached the Hotel Rios. Its white walls gleam in the afternoon light, and the sidewalk is flanked by bushes trimmed like arches, just dense enough to block the worst of the heat. Inside, a fountain with a decorative statue of a pretty young bronze woman splashes gently, her arms outstretched. A deeply tanned concierge in a crisp white skirt and black blouse greets you with a smile, clapping for the pretty girls in the porter's uniforms to grab your bags while she checks you in. You've made it safely to your rendezvous point. You and Reed share a relieved smile as one of the porter ladies shows you to your rooms. (if: $fly_c_blocked is true)[[[Continue.->hotel_un_c_blocked]]](else-if: $reed_flirt is true)[[[Continue.->hotel_sex_option]]] (else:)[[[Continue.->hotel_no_sex]]] (set: $chapter to "Room with a View")

The //Brynhild// has... damn it, **had**, state-of-the-art personal safety equipment including passive-ejection systems for all seats in the cabin and active-ejection systems for the pilot and co-pilot seats. You slam down into your seat as it launches through the collapsing cockpit and sends you hurtling into the air. You have time to catch your breath and look down at the expanse of blue below you, and then, over the rushing of the wind, you hear the sound of the //Brynhild// behind you. A moment later, the seat's safety chute fires, and you lurch in the seat, holding onto the restraints and your lunch. The ride down is short -- you weren't that far up -- and you catch sight of Reed not far away a few seconds before you splash down. The underside of the seat doubles as a floatation device, and you unstrap yourself and use what amounts to a large paddleboard to kick yourself over toward Reed, who is doing the same. "Well, we got **most** of the way to Santa Frida," Reed calls. Looking back over your shoulder, you see that in the heat of the dogfight, you missed the approach to Santa Frida. You're just a mile or two out, easily within swimming distance. "Sorry about the landing."(if: $line_swim_in_nude is true)[ "Damn it, I **told** you I prefer to swim in the nude," you mutter, and Reed laughs despite herself."](else-if: $line_reed_swimwear is true)[ "I thought you were going to wear something with little strappy ties," you mutter, and Reed laughs despite herself.] Then Reed looks up to the sky. You follow her gaze and see a tiny speck -- the one drone that's still out there. "Come on," she says, and starts paddling. "Let's get to shore before they do another pass." [[Start swimming.->crash_2]]

You and Agent Reed easily swim in toward Santa Frida, and soon you find yourselves alongside surfers out looking for waves and distance swimmers getting exercise. The shore isn't far away, and past that, the beach, with tourists and locals sunning themselves in the gorgeous weather. You and Reed got out of most of your clothes and buundled them up. Reed is now wearing a pink bra and panties, and your bra and panties are the black ones you always liked. It's close enough to a swimsuit to fool people who aren't looking very closely. It's a sunny day, and the beach up ahead is pure white under a deep blue sky. This would be wonderful, except for that one drone still flying around. Both you and Reed have seen it doing flybys. You thought it might take a shot at you at one point, but by then, you were close enough to the swimmers that it would have drawn attention. "I'll bet they've got someone waiting on shore," Reed says. Her blond hair is slicked back, and she's flushed from swimming. It's a good look for her, not that you'll have time to play at the hotel after spending a couple hours swimming in. "Ideas?" (link: "Swim in and go straight to the hotel.")[(set: $lives_used to it +1)(goto: "crash_fail")] (link: "Swim in and go to the street, then to the hotel.")[(set: $lives_used to it +1)(goto: "crash_fail")] (if: $brief_3c_done is true)[[[Contact Ackerman and ask about the dolphin-swim-up-bar.->crash_win]]]

You touch a finger to your earpiece. "Vixen to Control, do you copy?" Ackerman's voice comes on a moment later. "This is Control. You on land yet?" "No, and we're worried about friends on shore." You look over at Reed, who nods. "Didn't you say something about a... something... where you swam with dolphins?" "Yes!" Ackerman shouts back, loud enough that both you and Reed flinch. "Yes, and while other places sometimes mistreat the dolphins, here in Santa Frida, it's wild dolphins who come in and swim with people because there's food in it for them, and they're totally fine with it, and it's all eco-friendly and not problematic at all and--" "**And**," you add, "more to the point, you said something about how we could swim from the dolphins to a poolside bar and then into the hotel, right?" "Which might be a good way for us to get to shore without attracting more attention from whoever shot us down?" Reed adds. "Oh." There's a pause. "So... you guys don't actually care about the dolphins." "I **love** the dolphins," you say. "I will get you a goddamn shirt with a picture of you swimming with the dolphins, Control. I also love not getting shot." "The hotel you want is the Executive Plaza," Ackerman says, possibly a bit sullenly. "Look for white flags marking off the swim area. You get in there, you should be able to swim right to the swim-up bar and blend in with the crowd." "You're a lifesaver, Control," you mutter, and start swimming. [[Continue.->crash_win_2]]

You swim in to shore with Reed in tow, and wade out of the ocean with wet sand scrunching beneath your feet. The waves pull you off-balance, and Reed stumbles as well. You turn it into laughter, and you're just like any other tourists going swimming, and no, these are swimsuits, not bras and panties, oh my gosh can't you tell the difference, la la la... You and Reed snag towels from an empty beach spot and wrap them around yourselves. You grab a sun hat, and Reed grabs a pair of sunglasses. It's not the best disguise, but it's something. For a moment, as you move through crowds of tan locals and burned tourists, you think that maybe, just maybe, you've thrown off any pursuit. Then, just before you come off the beach, a pair of women in bright tourist clothes comes your way. The women -- deeply tanned and wearing hats and glasses that hide most of their features --have big bags with towels and summer reading books and suntan lotion in them, and all of that obscures the guns they're holding in the middle of all that crap. "Oh, hey, weren't you on the plane with us?" one of them calls. Whatever plan you had is shot. You and Reed run, and you hear the //chewp-chewp// of silenced bullets hissing past you as you dive off the beach and into the green-belted walkways marking the back of the hotel. **LIFE LOST!** (if: $lives_used < $max_lives)[It's a frantic run there for a moment, and once you're around a corner, Reed bumps into a hotel guest, apologizes while lifting her towel, and wraps it around both of you. You toss your hat aside and lift a wrap from a **different** passing guest, and then you twist it around your hair. Just like that, you're somebody new. "You all right?" you ask Reed quietly. She nods, face drawn. "Not the landing I was hoping for, but at least we made it." Invisible among the crowd of hotel guests, you disappear from the pursuers and make your way to **your** hotel, where you're supposed to meet up and get your orders. [[Head to your hotel.->hotel_loss_intro]]](else:)[You think you're clear, but as you come around a corner, you see a woman wearing the outfit of a cleaning lady. She holds up a pistol as she sees you, smiling. "Room service," she says with a cheerful smile, and your last thought is that a Do Not Disturb card would have come in really handy right now. [[endgame<-The End.]]]

You follow Ackerman's instructions, swimming toward the Executive Plaza hotel and the white flags marking off a section of shallow water where tourists are swimming with dolphins, in an apparently friendly and unproblematic way. From there, it's almost too easy. You and Reed slip under the the rope marking off the swimming area, come up in the middle of a crowd, laugh and flirt your way into the swim-up bar, and come up with drinks in hand, charged to the room of some new friends you made. The dolphins were also super cute. You and Reed have both stripped down to bra and panties, which is good enough for some folks to think that you're in a bikini, and other folks to think that you're tourists in bras and panties being scandalous. As you exit the hotel bar, you and Reed lift towels and hats from empty tables, wrap them around yourselves, and disappear into the crowd with all the other tourists. You catch sight of a pair of women in dark glasses and hats running through the area behind you, but by then, you're gone. It's easy enough from there to get to **your** hotel. At least this time, you got out safely. [[Head to your hotel.->hotel_loss_intro]]

Before long, you've reached the Hotel Rios. Its white walls gleam in the afternoon light, and the sidewalk is flanked by bushes trimmed like arches, just dense enough to block the worst of the heat. Inside, a fountain with a decorative statue of a pretty young bronze woman splashes gently, her arms outstretched. A deeply tanned concierge in a crisp white skirt and black blouse greets you with a smile, clapping for the pretty girls in the porter's uniforms to grab your bags while she checks you in. You've made it safely to your rendezvous point. You and Reed share a relieved smile as one of the porter ladies shows you to your rooms. (if: $fly_c_blocked is true)[[[Continue.->hotel_un_c_blocked]]](else-if: $reed_flirt is true)[[[Continue.->hotel_sex_option]]] (else:)[[[Continue.->hotel_no_sex]]] (set: $plane_crashed to true) (set: $chapter to "Room with a View")

You let the door swing shut, toss your bag to the side of the bed, and hop into the shower to get the airplane smell off you. You used to think you wouldn't get that smell from a private plane flying out of a private airport, but nope, stale recycled air for several hours still leaves you with that faintly dingy feeling all over. When you come out of the shower, one soft fluffy white towel wrapped around your body and the other tied up around your hair, the bathroom is steamed up. You open the door to let out the air... and see that the little card you shoved by the door out into the hallway has been moved. Someone was in your room while you showered. May still be here. You come out, humming to yourself, hands working at the towel in your hair in a way that just happens to bring them up and ready if you need to snap someone's neck... ...and see Reed in your bed. She's lying in a little cloud of pillows, with most of the covers tossed aside save the single sheet that drapes over her... but leaves enough skin exposed to show that she's not wearing anything except that sheet. One long pretty leg sticks out from under the covers, bent with the point of her knee straight up. Her toenails are painted the same bright pink as the panties she was wearing back on the plane. "There's a problem with my bed," she says coyly. Her blond hair shimmers in the afternoon light as she shrugs. "And that is?" You raise an eyebrow, smiling. She gives you a crooked smile. "It's **empty**." [[Get on top.->hotel_sex_1a]] [[Throw those sheets aside.->hotel_sex_1b]]

You let the door swing shut, toss your bag to the side of the bed, and hop into the shower to get the airplane smell off you. You used to think you wouldn't get that smell from a private plane flying out of a private airport, but nope, stale recycled air for several hours still leaves you with that faintly dingy feeling all over. When you come out of the shower, one soft fluffy white towel wrapped around your body and the other tied up around your hair, the bathroom is steamed up. You open the door to let out the air... just in time to hear the hotel phone ring. You pick it up, ready for trouble. "Hello?" "Hey." It's Reed. "Hey, what's up?" "Question for you," she says. There's something in her voice -- not trouble, or at least, not the bad kind. Something coy, teasing. "Sure, fire away," you say. "I'm all yours." "Well, I wouldn't want to discuss it on an unsecured line," Reed says slowly. "Can you come over?" "I'm only wearing a towel," you point out. "Mmm," she says, "not a problem. Door's open." You head out (remembering your damn hotel room card, because wow, in a towel, that's a cliche waiting to happen) and slip into Reed's room... ...to see Reed lying in her bed. She's lying in a little cloud of pillows, with most of the covers tossed aside save the single sheet that drapes over her... but leaves enough skin exposed to show that she's not wearing anything except that sheet. One long pretty leg sticks out from under the covers, bent with the point of her knee straight up. Her toenails are painted the same bright pink as the panties she was wearing back on the plane. "I was wondering if you had any ideas on how to pass the time before we check in with Control," she says coyly. Her blond hair shimmers in the afternoon light as she shrugs. [[Get on top.->hotel_sex_1a]] [[Throw those sheets aside.->hotel_sex_1b]] [[Decline gently.->hotel_turn_down]]

The room is comfortable, and you have a chance to shower off, get cleaned up, and get ready. A few hours later, it's time for your checkin with Control. [[Continue.->wh_plan_1]]

{(set: $hotel_sex_started to true)(set: $with_reed to true)}You undo the towel from your hair and toss it carelessly to the floor. Reed's cheeks go pink as you step forward, and with a flick of the wrist, you do the same to the towel around your waist. But even as it falls away from you, you're on top of her, pinning her to the bed with the sheet between you. "Aw, I was hoping to get a good look," she murmurs. She sheets are cool and smooth beneath your skin, and you can feel the outline of her body as you lie atop her. Her arms move, and you shift your weight to pin them in place under the sheets. "You were **teasing**," you say very softly, "hiding under that blanket like that. I have a firm policy on girls who tease." "Oooh." Reed grins up at you. The leg that was sticking out from under the covers locks down over your legs, pinning them down, and her other leg moves under the sheets, grinding up between your legs. "A very firm, taut, hands-on policy?" [[Continue.->hotel_sex_2a]]

{(set: $hotel_sex_started to true)(set: $with_reed to true)}You shed your towels and tear away the sheet covering her. You're standing before her, naked, and she's there in the bed, also naked, and **damn**, she must do some Pilates or something, because even as she curls up a little in shy surprise, she is this perfect slender elfin beauty, right there, yours for the taking. Reed raises an eyebrow and shoots you a little grin, and that's all it takes to pull you down into that bed. You are all over each other, exploring, caressing, tasting. She makes little "mm" noises as you kiss, and her hands are strong, tracing the muscles of your shoulders and trailing down to the little ticklish spot on your lower back. Your hands cup her breasts, kneading gently, feeling her nipples harden under your fingers, and then you tweak them both and are rewarded with Reed making a little longing "hnh" noise in the back of her throat. [[Continue.->hotel_sex_2b]]

You slide a single finger around her kneecap. It's a lovely kneecap, muscled and toned, and your finger traces a little circle around it a few times as Reed looks at you, breathing hard. One hand grabs your back, and the other clutches at your shoulder. Her nails dig into your skin just a little as she moves beneath you and says, "Please..." "Is this what you like?" you ask quietly. "This is **super** what I like please don't stop doing it," Reed gasps. You trace that single finger down the smooth skin of her inner leg, to her thigh, and then circle again a few times, and Reed is moaning in your ear now, and she kisses the side of your throat and puts her teeth into it, urging you on. And finally you bring that finger to where she's urging you, and you feel that perfect slick wetness, and Reed lets out a quiet "Ahhhh," as her whole body seems to arch and spread and beckon to say, **yours**. [[Continue.->hotel_sex_4a]] {(set: $hotel_sex_style to 1)}

Reed's hands twine through yours and push them away from her breasts. For a moment, you worry that you've done something she's not comfortable with, and then as she rolls up and pins you to the bed, that idea goes away in a hurry. She leans down and kisses you hungrily, and her body is hot against you. She straddles one of your legs tightly and rubs herself against you, the slow tension an agonizing pleasure between your legs. Still grinding on top of you, she breaks your kiss and trails her tongue down the side of your throat. When she reaches your collarbone, her tongue flicks back and forth across it, and the sensation has you grinding back against her, fingers locked with hers and squeezing frantically. She sits back a little, smiling triumphantly, and that's when you seize the initiative and, using a grappling maneuver in a much sexier way than its normal application, shift her weight and roll over on top of her. She looks up at you, flushed and panting, eyes luminous, smiling and ready. [[One if by hand.->hotel_sex_3a]] [[Two if by sea. Or, well, tongue.->hotel_sex_3b]]

A short time later, you and Reed are heading into the back room of a small shop that sells Day of the Dead stuff and tourist junk, nodding to the old lady behind the counter, who doesn't look up from her soap opera as she waves you by. In the back room, the old-fashioned shop gives way to a clean white room with a holographic projector set into the eye socket of a skeletal dancing girl painting. The eye flickers to life, and the far wall lights up with an overhead view that you recognize a moment later as a few blocks away in Santa Frida. Next to the overhead map, smaller screens show Director Branch and Comm Specialist Ackerman's faces. "Afternoon, agents," Branch says, nodding to you. A hidden camera in the room is sending your faces to them, it seems. "We've found your target. Take a look at this warehouse." [[wh_plan_2<-Continue.]]

Then your mouth covers hers. You catch her lower lip between your teeth, sucking, and then flick your tongue inside as she makes a tiny little "nngh" noise in the back of her throat. You keep kissing her deeply, possessively, as your knee eases her legs apart, the sheet still between you; as your hand slides from her pretty little collarbone down to where the sheet covers her breasts; as you trace the shape of one breast, gently at first and then roughly, catching the nipple and pinching it through the sheet as she arches beneath you. You break the kiss and nibble your way up and down the side of her neck as your hand goes lower, sliding between her legs and stroking, slowly but firmly. She moans quietly, writhing under the sheet as you stroke, patient and ready. She moves along with your hand, and again tries to slide the sheet away, but you keep her pinned, smiling and murmuring, "Mm-mm," into the place where her neck meets her shoulders as she shudders underneath you. You kiss your way up her neck again, nibble the tip of her earlobe, and whisper, "It's a **very** firm policy." Her breath catches in her throat. "I... oh... am feeling extreme... oh... extremely contrite right now, and I would very much like this sheet to be gone, please." Grinning, you slide back and whip it away, and there she is beneath you, flushed and shivering, her eyes already half-lidded. [[The magic fingers seem to be working so far...->hotel_sex_3a]] [[Mmm. Good enough to eat.->hotel_sex_3b]]

You slide two fingers inside her slowly, gently, and begin to flex them, coiling them back in a little come-hither motion that has Reed gasping and coiling around you, fingernails digging into your back, breath hot on your neck. You lean down and kiss her breasts as you speed up the rhythm of your fingers, catching a nipple between your teeth and sucking. You can feel her heartbeat against your face, and you match the rhythm, and she tenses, rides it for a moment as her breath catches, and then bucks and heaves as she comes, her eyes squeezed shut with a look of intense, concentrated ecstasy. "Oh! Oh! Oh yes!" She may actually be drawing blood with those fingernails, but you're pretty sure you don't care. Finally, her breathing slows, and she curls into you, sweaty and hot and beautiful. (if: $plane_crashed is true)[[[Continue.->hotel_c_block]]](else:)[[[Continue.->hotel_sex_5]]]

You lean down gently and kiss her breasts, catching them in your hands and pushing them together so that you can lick both of her nipples at once. She gasps, and you let her enjoy it for a moment before trailing kisses down her stomach, kissing and licking and tasting her as she moans quietly. Her fingers play with your hair as you lay tiny little kisses down her hip, along the inside of her thigh, and she lets out a sigh, her legs spreading almost of their own volition. "Is this what you like?" you ask quietly. "This is **super** what I like please don't stop doing it," Reed gasps. You play with her, kissing and licking around her inner thighs, grinning to yourself as the fingers twining in your hair begin to clench, as her hips shudder and writhe and lift toward you as though trying to point you where she wants you to go. And then, without warning, you plant your tongue at the base of her slit and lick long and hard up the length of her, savoring the breathless gasp as you finally give her what she wants. [[Continue.->hotel_sex_4b]] {(set: $hotel_sex_style to 2)}

You delight in her taste, in her smell, in her legs shuddering on either side of you. You lap at her, slowly at first, then faster, hearing her breath quicken as you do. Your tongue traces up to her clit, and you suck it in between your teeth, then flick it with your tongue, faster now, unrelenting, and Reed's fingers jerk in your hair. "Oh! Yes, right... ohhhh..." You keep the pressure on, steady and harder, finding the rhythm that makes her move, and she bucks under you wildly, grinding herself against your face as she cries out. You keep her there, utterly controlled by your dancing tongue as she arches against you, shuddering as she comes. And then finally, she collapses, and you break away from her and look up into her glazed but happy face with a smile. (if: $plane_crashed is true)[[[Continue.->hotel_c_block]]](else:)[[[Continue.->hotel_sex_5]]]

{(set: $hotel_sex_finished to true) (set: $nookie_count to it +1)}For a moment, you just hold each other, warm and tangled up together in the very nice (and not too squeaky) hotel bed. "So..." It's hard to tell whether Reed is blushing while she's still flushed, but it looks like she might be. "As you were considerate about asking my preferences a bit earlier, let me clarify that I'm, um, pretty much good with most stuff, especially when, um..." Oh, she's definitely blushing. "Yesssss?" you ask. "When whoever is taking care of me shows that she's kind of... in charge **just a bit**, at least while she's taking care of me." Her eyes are squeezed shut in embarrassment. You prop yourself up and tap her very gently on the nose with a finger. As she opens her eyes, you smile gently and say, "I think I can work with that." Reed smiles back, and then, with a little grunt of effort, rolls you onto your back. "That said, when it's **my turn** to take care of **her**..." "Hey, it's okay," you murmur, even as her sweat-slicked body rubs against you and your body tells you that while yes, it's totally okay, and no lover should feel obliged to reciprocate, it would also be super-great if she **were** feeling like reciprocating, "if you need to **hnnnnnnng--**" (if: $global_pref is 1)[The last part is because her fingers have slid between your legs and up inside you in one slick movement and have just **nailed** your g-spot, and as you arch against her, she strokes you again, and again, first two fingers and then three, a little deeper each time but always coiling back to the g-spot, driving your body crazy with each thrust as she **takes** you. [[Continue.->hotel_sex_fin_v]]](if: $global_pref is 2)[The last part is because her fingers have slipped down, stroked the length of your slit, and neatly homed in on your throbbing clit, teasing around it with expert grace, and as you arch against her, she slides down the length of your body, and her tongue flicks across your sensitive bud with the speed of a hummingbird. [[Continue.->hotel_sex_fin_c]]](if: $global_pref is 3)[The last part is because her fingers have started stroking your nipples, which were already aching and hard after the excitement of watching Reed go. As you arch against her, she catches your nipples between your fingers and squeezes, shooting delicious sparks of pleasure across your mind. [[Continue.->hotel_sex_fin_n]]]

Harder and deeper she goes, utterly controlling you with one hand. Her other arm slides under your back and pulls you to her, bringing you under her power even further. Your hands clench in the bedsheets. Your heart is hammering in your ears, and each breath that comes out of your mouth has a little, "ah, ah, ah" along with it. You weren't even aware that your eyes were open anymore until you realize that she's staring right into your eyes, smiling broadly as your writhe around her fingers. Her stroke changes ever so slightly, somehow coming into the rhythm of your own body, and she gives you a grinning nod as you feel the orgasm swell up inside you and then explode. You cry out over and over as she takes you through that shattering pleasure, drawing it out with perfect timing that finally leaves you utterly spent, a loose-limbed mess in her arms. [[Continue.->hotel_sex_after]]

Faster and faster she goes, her tongue ravishing your clit. Her hands slide under your ass and pull you to her, bringing you under her power even further. Your hands clench in the bedsheets. Your heart is hammering in your ears, and each breath that comes out of your mouth has a little, "ah, ah, ah" along with it. You feel the orgasm building, a tight coiling pleasure ready to explode, and then Reed sucks your clit up between her teeth, and the shocking pleasure hurtles you over the edge. You cry out over and over as she takes you through that shattering pleasure, drawing it out with perfect timing that finally leaves you utterly spent, a loose-limbed mess in her arms. [[Continue.->hotel_sex_after]]

Reed's leg is grinding between yours, pinning you in place and adding to the overwhelming pleasure as she takes control of your nipples. She's pinching and twisting them harder, just like you like, bringing you under her power even further. Your hands clench in the bedsheets. Your heart is hammering in your ears, and each breath that comes out of your mouth has a little, "ah, ah, ah" along with it. She's staring right into your eyes, smiling wickedly as your writhe beneath her fingers. Then she bends down, mashes your breasts together, and sucks both of your nipples in between her teeth, rakng her tongue across them even as she bites. That's all you need to throw your head back and cut loose with the orgasm that's been building. You cry out over and over as she takes you through that shattering pleasure, drawing it out with perfect timing that finally leaves you utterly spent, a loose-limbed mess in her arms. [[Continue.->hotel_sex_after]]

"So, um..." you say sometime later, blushing a little. "So the thing about neurolinguistics," Reed murmurs, "is that the training involves getting really good at reading body language. What people are thinking, whether they're lying... what they like." "You must have done great on the final exams." "My written score was decent." She smiles, one arm coming around you. "But I **nailed** the orals." You pass the time until your check-in with Control quite enjoyably. [[Continue.->wh_plan_1]]

"Try a good book, Reed," you say with a grin. "I think we should probably focus on not getting ourselves killed until this all over." "Fair enough." Reed shrugs under the covers. "I'll see you in a few hours, then." You head back to your room. [[hotel_no_sex<-Continue.]]

For a moment, you just hold each other, warm and tangled up together in the very nice (and not too squeaky) hotel bed. Then, with a little grunt of effort, Reed rolls you onto your back. "Tag," she says, grinning. And **that** is when both of your cell phones go off in unison. "Mother**fucker**," you mutter, and pick up. "Hello?" "We've got to push up the meeting," Ackerman says, "and you weren't answering your com." "I was in the shower!" "Sorry," Ackerman says, since the two of you have a code about what //in the shower// means. "Whatever's going on is moving faster. Maybe 'cause you got shot down, maybe just bad luck. Get to rendezvous point ASAP." You look over at Reed, who heard enough to know what is going on. "Later," she mouths, and crosses her heart. Damn it. [[Continue.->wh_plan_1]]

"We pulled thermal imaging from an overhead satellite a few hours ago," Branch continues. The picture on the screen shifts from the external view to a black screen with red blobs showing where people are working. "Looks like six or seven hostiles," Ackerman says, "and whatever they're working with. On the west side, we've got Entrance Willow. Looks like a lot of crates and storage. On the east side, Entrance Ellen." She presses a button offscreen, and a few sections highlight. "Lot of tables, lot of electronics. I'm guessing this is a chemical operation." "It could be where they test whatever it is they're making that sends these women into comas," Agent Reed says. "It can't be the main plant. Anything complex would need more space." "Two on six or seven," Branch says grimly. "Not the best odds." (display: "wh_plan_end")

[[Examine Entrance Willow.->wh_plan_3a]] [[Examine Entrance Ellen.->wh_plan_3b]] [["I'm ready to do this."->wh_start]]

(unless: $chapter is 0)[**Chapter:** (print: $chapter) ](if: $display_lives is true)[**Lives Used:** $lives_used of $max_lives ] (unless: (passage:)'s name is "intro_screen")[(link:"Save Game")[(if:(save-game: "ScissorSave"))[//Game saved//](else: )[//Error: Game could not be saved//]] || (if: (saved-games:) contains "ScissorSave")[(link: "Load Game")[(load-game: "ScissorSave")]](else:)[No Save to Load] || (link: "Back to Main Menu")[(set: $chapter to 0)(goto: "intro_screen")] (if: $debug_mode is true)[**Debug:** (click: "Debug")[**Spec:** (if: $global_spec is 1)[Shooting](elseif: $global_spec is 2)[Melee](elseif: $global_spec is 3)[Tech](else:)[Undefined] || **Pref:** (if: $global_pref is 1)[Vaginal](elseif: $global_pref is 2)[Clitoral](elseif: $global_pref is 3)[Nipple](else:)[Undefined] Current Passage: (print: (passage:)'s name) [[Set States and Jump to Chapter.->debug]]]]]

You zoom in on Entrance Willow, the west-side entrance, using the optical interface. It leads in from a large loading dock into a maze of shipping crates and boxes, from what you can tell by the limited thermal and electronic scans. (click: "electronic scans")[ //Notes: You also notice that the west side of the warehouse is drawing a lot more power than it was meant to. There's a power hookup attached to a central support pillar that you think you could overload with a simple gunshot, if necessary. That would cut the lights for that side of the warehouse for at least a couple of minutes.// (set: $wh_know_lights to true) ] "Easy entrance, and no good lines of sight," Reed observes. "If we go in that way, we'll have a good chance at remaining undetected for longer." "You'll also be going up against enemies with all the cover in the world if it turns into a firefight," Ackerman adds. (display: "wh_plan_end")

You zoom in on Entrance Ellen, the east-side entrance, using the optical interface. It's a small door that opens up into a large open-office area. You can see a lot of tables and electronic equipment. "That's a lot of open space," Reed says thoughtfully. "We go in that way, it'll be difficult to take them by surprise." "Hard to maneuver, with all those tables, too," Ackerman adds. "Figure there are beakers and power cords and all that crap to trip over. Least it'll be tough for them, too." (click: "power cords")[ //Notes: You also notice some of what look like chemical containers next to the electronics. Having seen, and maaaaaybe caused, your share of office fires, you're pretty sure that a decently placed gunshot could give you a nice fireball to distract your enemies.// (set: $wh_know_fireball to true) ] (display: "wh_plan_end")

"Glad to hear it," Branch says. "Control will be in your ear the whole way." "We need you to move in tonight," Ackerman adds. "Faster than we were hoping, but we've got intel on a large air freight delivery leaving tomorrow morning. We don't have the flight number, but we know that it's going to be soon. Whatever they're doing, they must be happy enough with it to bring it from Santa Frida to the States." "That doesn't make sense." Reed frowns. "We've seen a few women rendered comatose. How is this better than other chemical agents meant to disable or kill a target?(if: $brief_3a_done is true)[ We know that whatever they're doing here was meant to have a secondary stage. We still don't know what that stage **is**, though.]" "I'm sorry we can't wait for more intel." Branch looks grim. "I'm trusting you to get in there, find out who the hell they are and what the hell they're doing, and shut it down. Control out." You and Reed nod as the image disappears. Then, with a little wave to the lady who is still watching her soap opera, you head out, grab your gear, and prepare to hit the warehouse. [[Continue.->wh_entrance_choice]] (set: $chapter to "Warehouse")

(set: $chapter to "Probably a Box Pun Here Somewhere")A few hours later as the sun sinks into the ocean to the west of Santa Frida, you and Reed head down the streets toward the warehouse. You're dressed in dark blouses and dark jeans and boots that are still fashionable but that you can walk in and even blend into the shadows while wearing. While it certainly makes an **impression** to dive in wearing tactical combat gear, it makes it a little harder to claim that you're just a tourist who was looking for a late-night coffee shop and got lost near the docks. "Vixen, Polygraph, this is Control. Status?" comes Ackerman's voice in your earpiece. You look over at Reed and mouth, "Polygraph?" "We're en route," Reed says, blushing. "Light street traffic, no confirmed eyes on us yet." "Copy that. Santa Frida doesn't have traffic cams, but I've patched into a few security cameras in the area." You hear Ackerman doing this little throat-clicking noise that you don't think she's aware she makes when she's typing and thinking. "I've got a pair of guards on Willow, same on Ellen. Low-hanging fruit either way." [["We'll go in through Entrance Willow."->wh_west_setup]] [["We'll go in through Entrance Ellen."->wh_east_setup]]

The two of you come around the corner and see a pair of security guards standing watch at a wide loading dock that leads into the warehouse proper. Both of them have sidearms holstered, and at first glance, they seem legit. The one on the right has a tat peeking out from her sleeve that you recognize as a marker for a major California gang, however, and the one on the left is doing a bored little twirl with a knife that you've only ever seen in the Russian mafia. **Somebody** is hiring the worst of the worst, it seems. "Heyyyyy," Reed says in a surprisingly good drunk-California-girl voice, "could I get a latte?" "This isn't a coffee shop," Russian-mafia lady growls. She's done a good job getting rid of the accent, but it's there if you know what to listen for. "Um, but they **said** this was where I could get a latte." Reed slurs the words and comes closer wobbling a little. "Kaaaaaatie, did you take us the wrong way?" you say, stumbling after her. "Arrrrgh, you're drunk!" "Shut up!" Reed yells back, stumbling some more as she comes closer. "I just want a latte!" "I knew you shouldn't have had Tequila after three Coronas! Beer then liquor, never sicker!" "Tequila doesn't count as liquor if it's in a Margarita!" Reed yells drunkenly, now very close to the noticeably amused guards. "And I didn't... oh blergh." She bends over and begins to cough. "Oh shit, oh shit, don't throw up, those are new shoes, can you hold her hair?" you cry as you lurch toward Reed. Gang lady reaches out awkwardly, like she's going to hold Reed's hair or shoulders or something. Russian-mafia lady steps backward so that her shoes don't get puked on, looking at Reed with annoyance. Which means she's not looking at **you** as you step in, check the hand holding the knife, and cold-cock her with an uppercut to the jaw. Before gang lady can react, Reed leaps up, slams an elbow into the woman's face, and then throws her hard to the pavement. Neither guard looks like she'll be getting up anytime soon. "That's what happens when I don't get my latte," Reed mutters, and shoots you a grin. With that, you strip the guards of their weapons and move up onto the loading dock and into the warehouse itself. [[Continue.->wh_west_choice]]

The two of you head around the warehouse to Entrance Ellen on the east side. There's a pair of guards standing watch by the entrance, a black woman with dreads in a dark tank and cargo pants and a white woman with a buzz-cut and eagle tattoos. The woman with the dreads is smoking a cigar and watching your approach, one hand casually going to the machete at her waist. "Whatcha want?" she tosses out as you come near. "Heyyyyy," Reed says in a surprisingly good drunk-California-girl voice, "could I get a latte?" "This look like a damn coffee shop?" the woman snarls. "Get the hell outta here." "They said it was a coffee shop that looked like a **not-**coffee shop," Reed says, slurring and wobbling a little as she comes closer. "But this totally looks like a coffee shop," you add, stumbling after her. "Like an artisanal shop with like shade-grown beans and organic shit?" "Shut up, Becky, you're drunk," Reed calls back. "It does, though, Katie!" You take a couple more steps. The guard is looking at both of you with active dislike, but she hasn't drawn the machete. "Like you could put like local art by the door and add a patio and shit, and like a big logo on the, on the..." You point up over the warehouse door, fumbling for words. "Drunk-ass tourist girls," the woman with the buzz-cut grumbles. And because it's a natural human reaction, she looks up to where you're pointing. So does the woman with the dreads. Reed clamps her hand over the dreads-woman's belt, blocking her from drawing her machete, and you slam the heel of your hand into the woman's face once, twice, three times. Buzz-cut tries to draw a weapon, but Reed hits her in the gut, and you finish her off with a rap to the back of the head. In just seconds, both of them are limp and unmoving on the pavement. "I think it would make a perfectly **lovely** coffee shop," Reed mutters, and shoots you a grin. With that, you move up onto the loading dock and into the warehouse itself. [[Continue.->wh_east_choice]]

Coming in from the loading dock, you see that the layout is just as you'd expected: pallets of crates stacked and arranged haphazardly, turning the warehouse into a makeshift maze. It'd probably have better sightlines if everything were set up in simple rows, but this is what nefarious folks get for having former Russian mafia ladies drive the forklifts. "Control, we're in on Entrance Willow," Reed whispers. "Guards are down." "Roger that." Ackerman swears to herself quietly. "Satlink's being a little shit. I can't give you a live count, but you've got at least five or six in the building." You nod and get ready to move in. [[Go in shooting.->wh_west_shoot]] (if: $global_spec is 2)[[[Go in quiet and use hand-to-hand.->wh_west_melee_expert]]](else:)[(link: "Go in quiet and use hand-to-hand.")[(set: $lives_used to it +1)(goto: "wh_west_melee_non_expert")]] (if: $wh_know_lights)[[[Disable the power relay on the support column to take out the lights.->wh_west_tech_option]]]

(set: $wh_lost_reed to true)You draw your gun, a Smith & Wesson M&P9, and Reed does the same. Quietly, weapon up and ready, you head in. You come out from around a corner and take down the first two guards with clean shots. Before the echoes have died down, you hear cries of alarm. "Control to team, hostiles are calling for backup," Ackerman yells in your ear. "I've jammed their cells, but I can only do it for a few minutes." "Copy!" You dash around the corner and sprint toward the sound of the voices, Reed close behind you. **LIFE LOST!** (if: $lives_used < $max_lives)[[[Continue.->wh_west_lostlife_survive]]](else:)[[[Continue.->wh_west_lostlife_end]]]

(set: $wh_melee_expert to true)You and Reed move quietly through the maze of crates, ready for close-quarters combat. You surprise a pair of women as you come around a corner, and you're able to take them neatly from behind -- you with a sleeper hold and Reed with a sharp blow to the back of her target's head. They go down quietly, and you move on. You hit another group a few minutes later, and this time, they see you before you can engage. You dart in as an Asian woman raises what looks like a cheap Uzi knockoff, slap the gun aside, and take her down with an uppercut that catches her right under the jaw. Reed disarms a mean-looking blonde and gets into a clinch, while the third and final guard, a black woman with dreads and a machete, tries to make a run for it. You dash after the woman and break out into the open at the east end of the warehouse, which is littered with tables and chemical equipment. The woman stumbles over a cord, turns, and whips out her machete as you close. You turn your charge into a slide and take her out at the knees instead. She comes down on top of you, but her machete doesn't, and three quick punches to the face leave her dazed enough for you to choke her out. You're back on your feet in time to see Reed come out. She grins as she sees you. "Having fun?" (if: $with_reed is true)["I'm saving the fun for the debriefing," you fire back. "Really?" Her grin widens. "Oh, yeah. You're gonna be **very** de-briefed."](else:)["Always," you fire back, grinning as well.] Reed gestures to the tables with the chemical equipment. "I may be able to figure out what they're trying to make." "Sounds good. I'll make sure we're clear and see if anything else looks interesting. Control, you get all that?" (if: $with_reed is true)["Every word, Vixen," Ackerman says in your earpiece. "Soooo, about that de-briefing line. How were things at the hotel?" (if: $hotel_sex_finished is true)["They were entirely pleasant for both parties," Reed chimes in, blushing a little. "Glad to hear it," Ackerman says with a snort.](else:)["We could have used a little more time, now that you mention it," you mutter, and Reed blushes, laughing as quietly as she can. "I'm so sorry to have interrupted," Ackerman says with a snort.]](else:)["Copy," Ackerman says.] Leaving Reed to check out all the chemical crap, you head off into the warehouse to poke around. [[Continue.->wh_nookie_chance]]

(set: $wh_lost_reed to true)You and Reed move quietly through the maze of crates, ready for close-quarters combat. You surprise a pair of women as you come around a corner, and you're able to take them neatly from behind -- you with a sleeper hold and Reed with a sharp blow to the back of her target's head. They go down quietly, and you move on. You hit another group a few minutes later, and this time, they see you before you can engage. You dart in as an Asian woman raises what looks like a cheap Uzi knockoff, slap the gun aside, and take her down with an uppercut that catches her right under the jaw. Reed disarms a mean-looking blonde and gets into a clinch, while the third and final guard, a black woman wtih dreads and a machete, tries to make a run for it. You dash after the woman and break out into the open at the east end of the warehouse, which is littered with tables and chemical equipment. The woman stumbles over a cord, turns, and whips out her machete as you close. You lunge in and catch her arm, blocking the swing, but she catches you with a kick to the knee that sends you stumbling into a table. Before you can recover, her other hand slams into your jaw, and you hit the ground, rolling and expecting to feel that machete chop into you any second. Instead, a shot rings out, and the woman with the dreads dives back. You see Reed come out, gun raised, and the woman ducks back and runs through the door and outside. "You okay?" she calls over. "Fine! Get her!" It sounds a bit more like a croak than an authoritative shout, but Reed nods and takes off after the woman. With luck, she'll get her before she can get backup. "Control, you copy? Polygraph is going solo. I'm going to clear the warehouse." "Understood, Vixen." Ackerman doesn't sound happy about it. "Be careful. I'll stay with Polygraph, but I'll keep the channel open if you need me." (if: $with_reed is true)[ "Take care of her," you say quietly. "Ohhhh," Ackerman says. "So I guess **you** took care of her earlier, huh?" "Maybe a bit."] Getting back to your feet with a groan, you start to explore the warehouse. [[Continue.->wh_nookie_chance]]

(set: $wh_is_dark to true)(set: $wh_tech_expert to true)You sneak into the maze of crates and quickly find the power station... which is a lot less "high-tech contraption" and a lot more "whole bunch of power strips octopussing together to cause a fire hazard" than you were expecting. It's all connected by one major cord, and you whip out your handy multitool and cut through that cord. With a great shower of sparks, the whole warehouse goes dark. You can barely see by the light that comes in through a few small windows, but most of your surroundings are lost in shadows. Immediately, other people start yelling. "Again? Damn it. Somebody plug the damn thing back in!" "Hang on, I can't see for crap." You hear footsteps approaching, and muttered curses as people bang into crates while making their way through the maze. The short sightlines and tangled pathes are even harder to navigate in the dark. [[Use your gun.->wh_west_techshoot]] [[Go hand-to-hand.->wh_west_techmelee]]

You come around a corner, then dive back as bullets zip past you. You wait until the gunfire dies down, then come out low with Reed beside you. A few clean shots, and a nasty-looking blonde and an Asian lady who had a cheap Uzi knockoff held ready both go down. You hear the sound of footsteps near the back of the warehouse, and a door bangs open. "They're going for backup!" Reed calls out, popping in a new clip. "I'll go after them. You clear the warehouse!" You nod, and she runs off with you in tow. You cover her until she's clear of the maze of crates, dashing through the eastern side of the warehouse, which is full of tables and chemical equipment. The door is hanging open, and she runs through it and is gone. "Control, you copy? Polygraph is going solo. I'm going to clear the warehouse." "Understood, Vixen." Ackerman doesn't sound happy about it. "Be careful. I'll stay with Polygraph, but I'll keep the channel open if you need me." (if: $with_reed is true)[ "Take care of her," you say quietly. "Ohhhh," Ackerman says. "So I guess **you** took care of her earlier, huh?" "Maybe a bit."] Quietly and carefully, you start to explore the warehouse. [[Continue.->wh_nookie_chance]]

You dash around a corner, only to realize that the rest of the guards were waiting, guns raised. Their guns bark as you dive to the ground. //Whew//, you think. For a second, you thought that you were going to get hit by a stray bullet, which honestly is one of the worst cliches you can think of. That's when one of the crates, its corner blasted by gunfire, gives way and tumbles down on top of you and Reed. You always kind of suspected you'd die as you lived... pinned under a bunch of bad women's boxes. [[The End.->endgame]]

(set: $wh_lost_reed to true)You let the first group get close, and then you and Reed open up with clean shots that take them down before they even see you in the shadows. "Intruders!" a woman yells, and you head for the noise, ducking down low as you hear random gunshots fired by someone panicking at the darkness. You see the glare of someone using their phone as a makeshift flashlight and take them down, and Reed takes down the one next to her. You hear the sound of footsteps near the back of the warehouse, and a door bangs open. "They're going for backup!" Reed calls out, popping in a new clip. "I'll go after them. You clear the warehouse!" You nod, and she runs off with you in tow. You cover her until she's clear of the maze of crates, dashing through the eastern side of the warehouse, which is full of tables and chemical equipment. The door is hanging open, and she runs through it and is gone. "Control, you copy? Polygraph is going solo. I'm going to clear the warehouse." "Understood, Vixen." Ackerman doesn't sound happy about it. "Be careful. I'll stay with Polygraph, but I'll keep the channel open if you need me." (if: $with_reed is true)[ "Take care of her," you say quietly. "Ohhhh," Ackerman says. "So I guess **you** took care of her earlier, huh?" "Maybe a bit."] Quietly and carefully, you start to explore the warehouse. [[Continue.->wh_nookie_chance]]

You and Reed move quietly through the maze of crates, ready for close-quarters combat. The hostiles don't stand a chance. You catch the first group by surprise in the dark and take them neatly from behind -- you with a sleeper hold and Reed with a sharp blow to the back of her target's head. They go down quietly, and you move on. You see another group as you sneak around a corner, catching them in the darkness by the light of some idiot trying to use her phone as a flashlight. You and Reed share a glance, and you let them get closer, then dash around the corner and hit them by surprise. You disarm an Asian woman who was holding what looks like a cheap Uzi knockoff before she even sees you, then take her down with an uppercut that catches her right under the jaw. Reed disarms the mean-looking blonde who was using her phone as a flashlight, and the two get into a clinch, while the third and final guard, a black woman with dreads and a machete, tries to make a run for it. You dash after her and catch a lucky break as she comes out into the open, misses a cord in the darkness, and slams hard into a table. Before she can recover, you kick the back of her knee, grab her hair, and slam her head into the table. She goes limp and sags to the floor, the machete clanging on the ground as it falls from her hand. You turn around just as Reed comes out. She grins as she sees you. "Having fun?" (if: $with_reed is true)["I'm saving the fun for the debriefing," you fire back. "Really?" Her grin widens. "Oh, yeah. You're gonna be **very** de-briefed."](else:)["Always," you fire back, grinning as well.] Reed gestures to the tables with the chemical equipment. "I may be able to figure out what they're trying to make." "Sounds good. I'll make sure we're clear and see if anything else looks interesting. Control, you get all that?" (if: $with_reed is true)["Every word, Vixen," Ackerman says in your earpiece. "Soooo, about that de-briefing line. How were things at the hotel?" (if: $hotel_sex_finished is true)["They were entirely pleasant for both parties," Reed chimes in, blushing a little. "Glad to hear it," Ackerman says with a snort.](else:)["We could have used a little more time, now that you mention it," you mutter, and Reed blushes, laughing as quietly as she can. "I'm so sorry to have interrupted," Ackerman says with a snort.]](else:)["Copy," Ackerman says.] Leaving Reed to check out all the chemical crap, you head off into the warehouse to poke around. [[Continue.->wh_nookie_chance]]

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(set: $chapter to "Like a Virgin")You quickly determine that there are no more guards running around in the maze. The warehouse has one single floor -- high ceilings for stacking stuff, but no upstairs to worry about.(if: $wh_is_dark is true)[ The darkness makes things a little trickier, but your eyes have mostly adjusted, and you don't want to risk drawing attention to yourself by turning on your phone for lighting.] That leaves only a few side rooms along the wall. They're like little storage units more than anything else.(if: $wh_is_dark is true)[ They're also lit by small bulbs in the ceiling -- apparently they draw power from somewhere else in the building.] The first room you check has a small cot and a simple folding chair, and nothing else, which isn't creepy as hell **at all**. The second has the same thing... plus a woman's red sandal, lying in a corner. "Control," you murmur, "I may have found where the victims were hit." You check the walls. "Beds, doors that lock. There's nothing here now, but there are brackets where there'd have been a camera to record on the wall." "Copy that," Ackerman types away. "Nothing in the blueprints on those rooms. Good find." (if: $wh_lost_reed is true)["Any word from Polygraph?" you add. She's been quiet so far, but it's possible she switched channels. "Negative." Ackerman's voice is clipped. She's worried. "She was going after the runner, and then her link cut out." You grimace. Not much you can do about it right now, though.](else:)["You getting this, Polygraph?" "Loud and clear," Reed answers in your earpiece. "I'm making a little progress with the chemicals they're using out here. (if: $wh_fireball_done is true)[At least, the ones that didn't somehow turn into a large fireball. ]Keep checking. I'll let you know when I have something."] You move to the third and final storage room. This one is exactly like the others. Except that there is a lovely woman with glossy black hair and warm tan skin tied to the bed in her underwear. "Please," she says, dark eyes wide and urgent. "Please, they said that that if I didn't have an orgasm soon, I would **die**." [[Continue.->wh_nookie_explain]]

You peek through the half-window of the door and see that the layout is just as you'd expected: tables and chemical equipment arranged haphazardly through the area, with cords and cables and glass beakers and electronics all over the place. Someone has been playing scientist and failing to clean up after themselves, leaving the place a bit of a pain to move through. "Control, we're outside Entrance Ellen," Reed whispers. "Guard is down." "Roger that." Ackerman swears to herself quietly. "Satlink's being a little shit. I can't give you a live count, but you've got at least five or six in the building." You can see a pair of workers inside right now -- a mean-looking blonde and an Asian woman with a cheap Uzi-knockoff slung over her shoulder. (if: $global_spec is 1)[[[Go in shooting.->wh_east_shoot_expert]]](else:)[(link: "Go in shooting.")[(set: $lives_used to it +1)(goto: "wh_east_shoot_non_expert")]] [[Go in using hand-to-hand.->wh_east_melee]] (if: $wh_know_fireball)[[[Shoot those sensitive electronics and chemicals to make a fireball.->wh_east_tech]]]

(set: $wh_shoot_expert to true)You draw your gun, a Smith & Wesson M&P9, and Reed does the same. Quietly, weapon up and ready, you head in. You and Reed put down the two guards working at the tables with clean shots before they even register your entrance. As they hit the ground, you hear cries of alarm from elsewhere in the warehouse. "Control to team, hostiles are calling for backup," Ackerman yells in your ear. "I've jammed their cells, but I can only do it for a few minutes." "Copy." You move calmly through the mess of electronics and toward the maze of crates. You're almost there when three more guards charge out into the open, and you and Reed put them on the ground with clean confidence. "I think there's..." You move into the maze, listening, and hear footsteps. The sightlines are crap, but if you relax your eyes, there's one long line where the crate don't entirely block each other -- not so much a path as a space between the crates. Through there, you see someone dart past, and then again. The footsteps are getting quieter. She's running, her path through the maze of crates putting her in your view for a fraction of a second each time. You aim, relax, slow your breathing, and fire before your conscious mind even registers that she's back in your line of sights. You hear a cry of pain, and a thump. "Clear," you murmur. "Oooh, trick shot," Reed says with an admiring smile. "Having fun?" (if: $with_reed is true)["I'm saving the fun for the debriefing," you fire back. "Really?" Her grin widens. "Oh, yeah. You're gonna be **very** de-briefed."](else:)["Always," you fire back, grinning as well.] You head back toward the entrance you came in from, and Reed gestures to the tables with the chemical equipment. "I may be able to figure out what they're trying to make." "Sounds good. I'll make sure we're clear and see if anything else looks interesting. Control, you get all that?" (if: $with_reed is true)["Every word, Vixen," Ackerman says in your earpiece. "Soooo, about that de-briefing line. How were things at the hotel?" (if: $hotel_sex_finished is true)["They were entirely pleasant for both parties," Reed chimes in, blushing a little. "Glad to hear it," Ackerman says with a snort.](else:)["We could have used a little more time, now that you mention it," you mutter, and Reed blushes, laughing as quietly as she can. "I'm so sorry to have interrupted," Ackerman says with a snort.]](else:)["Copy," Ackerman says.] Leaving Reed to check out all the chemical crap, you head off into the warehouse to poke around. [[Continue.->wh_nookie_chance]]

(set: $wh_lost_reed to true)You draw your gun, a Smith & Wesson M&P9, and Reed does the same. Quietly, weapon up and ready, you head in. You and Reed put down the two guards working at the tables with clean shots before they even register your entrance. As they hit the ground, you hear cries of alarm from elsewhere in the warehouse. "Control to team, hostiles are calling for backup," Ackerman yells in your ear. "I've jammed their cells, but I can only do it for a few minutes." "Copy." You move calmly through the mess of electronics and toward the maze of crates. You're almost there when three more guards charge out into the open, and you and Reed put them on the ground with clean confidence. "I think there's..." You move into the maze, listening, and hear footsteps. The sightlines are crap, but if you relax your eyes, there's one long line where the crates don't entirely block each other -- not so much a path as a space between the crates. Through there, you see someone dart past, and then again. The footsteps are getting quieter. She's running, her path through the maze of crates putting her in your view for a fraction of a second each time. You fire off a shot and manage to shoot the hell out of some of the crates. "I've got her!" Reed calls out, gun up and ready as she tears off into the maze of crates. "You secure the area!" You'd rather have chased down the runaway yourself, but Reed is already moving. "Control, you copy? Polygraph is going solo to stop a runner going after backup. I'm going to clear the warehouse." "Understood, Vixen." Ackerman doesn't sound happy about it. "Be careful. I'll stay with Polygraph, but I'll keep the channel open if you need me." (if: $with_reed is true)[ "Take care of her," you say quietly. "Ohhhh," Ackerman says. "So I guess **you** took care of her earlier, huh?" "Maybe a bit."] Gun ready, you start to explore the warehouse. [[Continue.->wh_nookie_chance]]

(set: $wh_lost_reed to true)You kick open the door and charge into the warehouse with Reed behind you. This would be significantly more awesome if you didn't trip on a power cord you didn't see, slowing you down for a key second and giving the Asian lady with the Uzi knockoff time to unsling her gun. You take out the mean-looking blonde before she can draw her gun, at least, slamming her into the table with a hard kick and then smashing an elbow into her face. Even before she falls, though, the not-an-Uzi is rattling gunfire at you, and glass and electronics are exploding all around you. "Intruders!" the Asian lady shouts as you dive behind a table. **LIFE LOST!** (if: $lives_used < $max_lives)[[[Continue.->wh_east_lostlife_survive]]](else:)[[[Continue.->wh_east_lostlife_end]]]

(set: $wh_fireball_done to true)(set: $wh_tech_expert to true)You step into the warehouse, see the tables covered with glass beakers and complicated chemicals and expensive electronics, and open fire not at the two guards, but at the electronics themselves. The results are pyrotechnically satisfying, as something spills onto something which spills into a massive fireball that splashes a wave of heat across the room. The two guards stumble back, coughing and flailing, and you and Reed coolly put them down with a couple of shots. You hear cries from across the warehouse. "What the hell was that? Something happen with the damn centrifuge again?" You and Reed have a brief moment to prepare as footsteps pound toward you. Reed looks to you for guidance. [[Get ready to start shooting.->wh_east_techshoot]] [[Get ready to go hand-to-hand.->wh_east_techmelee]]

The table you've ducked behind looks pretty solid. You flip it onto its side and, with a grunt of effort, heave toward the woman with the !Uzi. Bullets plink off the stainless steel, and a moment later, you slam into her. She hits the ground with an "Oof!", and the gun stops chattering. You hop over the table and kick her in the head just to be sure. In the distance, you hear other hostiles yelling. "This is Control," Ackerman says in your ear. "They're trying to call for backup. I've blocked their cell, but I can't do it for long." "Acknowledged!" You sprint through toward the maze of crates, swearing as you bounce off a table. Reed is ahead of you, and you hear thumps and a curse. When you come around a corner, she's taken down another guard. There are three more, and you grab Reed and haul her back behind cover as gunfire rips past you. When they pause, you lunge out. Reed catches her shooting hand, and you smash your elbow into her face. She hits a wall of crates and collapses. The two remaining guards stop shooting. One of them does so because her gun jammed -- she's coming at you with a knife held in a style you usually peg as "Russian mafia". The other guard, a tough-looking woman with a gang tattoo, turns and darts back behind the crates. "She's going for backup!" Reed calls out. "Stop her! I've got this one." You meet the mafia lady halfway, sidestep a swipe that would have sliced open your forehead and had blood pouring down into your face, and parry her knife-hand away. You take a punch to the ribs for your trouble, but when you lean in and smash your forehead into her face, you're willing to call that an even trade. As mafia-lady staggers, you chop down on her wrist, knocking the knife free, and catch her with a jab to the face, a kick to the gut, and finally a good solid uppercut that catches her right under the ear and puts her down. Well, that was a little tense. "Control, you copy? Polygraph is going solo to catch a runner. I'm going to clear the warehouse." "Understood, Vixen." Ackerman doesn't sound happy about it. "Be careful. I'll stay with Polygraph, but I'll keep the channel open if you need me." (if: $with_reed is true)[ "Take care of her," you say quietly. "Ohhhh," Ackerman says. "So I guess **you** took care of her earlier, huh?" "Maybe a bit."] Quietly and carefully, you start to explore the warehouse. [[Continue.->wh_nookie_chance]]

You risk everything and charge the Asian lady, and your crazy move actually startles her into misfiring. Bullets whiz high overhead as you close with her, and you take her down with a single punch. //Whew//, you think. For a second, you thought that you were going to get hit by a stray bullet, which honestly is one of the worst cliches you can think of. That's when one of the crates, its corner blasted by gunfire, gives way and tumbles down on top of you and Reed. You always kind of suspected you'd die as you lived... pinned under a bunch of bad women's boxes. [[The End.->endgame]]

You drop into cover behind a table on the side, and Reed mirrors you on the other side. It gives both of you good angles on incoming hostiles, and as someone who's been shot at a few times, you know that it's harder to get good cover when people are shooting at you from multiple directions. It works like a charm. A quartet of guards come out, staring at the still-burning fire and waving at the smoke... and you and Reed open fire. The first two drop immediately, and the other two dive for cover. One of them, a mean-looking woman with a gang tattoo, looks like she's going to break and run, but Reed takes her down with a clean shot before she can make it back to the maze of crates. The last guard comes for you, firing wildly, and as her gun jams, she whips out a knife, holding it with a grip that you've always associated with the Russian mafia. She dives behind a table, and your shots go over her head and into the smoke from your still-burning fire. ...Which gives you an idea, actually. You kick the table you're behind hard, and it slams into the table next to it, which is currently on fire, and **that** mess comes tumbling down onto Miss Russian Mafia, who was hiding behind that table, and she stands up and starts patting herself frantically like most people do when they're covered in flaming debris, and you take that opportunity to shoot her. Reed looks over at you with a grin. "Having fun?" (if: $with_reed is true)["I'm saving the fun for the debriefing," you fire back. "Really?" Her grin widens. "Oh, yeah. You're gonna be **very** de-briefed."](else:)["Always," you fire back, grinning as well.] Reed gestures to the tables with the chemical equipment. "I may be able to figure out what they're trying to make." "Sounds good. I'll make sure we're clear and see if anything else looks interesting. Control, you get all that?" (if: $with_reed is true)["Every word, Vixen," Ackerman says in your earpiece. "Soooo, about that de-briefing line. How were things at the hotel?" (if: $hotel_sex_finished is true)["They were entirely pleasant for both parties," Reed chimes in, blushing a little. "Glad to hear it," Ackerman says with a snort.](else:)["We could have used a little more time, now that you mention it," you mutter, and Reed blushes, laughing as quietly as she can. "I'm so sorry to have interrupted," Ackerman says with a snort.]](else:)["Copy," Ackerman says.] Leaving Reed to check out all the chemical crap, you head off into the warehouse to poke around. [[Continue.->wh_nookie_chance]]

(set: $wh_lost_reed to true)You holster your firearm and take a position near the corner of the maze of crates. Reed takes the other side. As the guards rush by, you catch one with a chop to the throat, and Reed cold-cocks one. One of the others slams into Reed, taking her down in an ugly tackle that gets a lot uglier when you see the guard drawing a knife and holding it in a grip you usually peg as "Russian mafia". You knock her off Reed, catch her wrist as she whips the knife toward you, and throw a high punch that doesn't connect but gets her paying attention to you and not Reed. Off to the side, the last guard, a tough-looking woman with a gang tattoo, turns and darts back behind the crates. "She's going for backup!" Reed calls out, getting back to her feet. "Stop her! I've got this one." You meet the mafia lady halfway, sidestep a swipe that would have sliced open your forehead and had blood pouring down into your face, and parry her knife-hand away. You take a punch to the ribs for your trouble, but when you lean in and smash your forehead into her face, you're willing to call that an even trade. As mafia-lady staggers, you chop down on her wrist, knocking the knife free, and catch her with a jab to the face, a kick to the gut, and finally a good solid uppercut that catches her right under the ear and puts her down. Well, that was a little tense. "Control, you copy? Polygraph is going solo to catch a runner. I'm going to clear the warehouse." "Understood, Vixen." Ackerman doesn't sound happy about it. "Be careful. I'll stay with Polygraph, but I'll keep the channel open if you need me." (if: $with_reed is true)[ "Take care of her," you say quietly. "Ohhhh," Ackerman says. "So I guess **you** took care of her earlier, huh?" "Maybe a bit."] Quietly and carefully, you start to explore the warehouse. [[Continue.->wh_nookie_chance]]

There are a lot of things that a career as an agent of SCISSOR prepares you for. And then there are times like this. "I'm sorry?" you say, not entirely sure you heard that right. "They injected me with something," she says urgently, "they brought me here and injected me with it, and it's getting hard to move, and they said it was kind of like a poison, that unless I had an orgasm, I would die." "Okay, first things first. What's your name?" You step forward and kneel down beside the pretty woman with the golden skin and glossy hair and **damn**, really great breasts, although that's not the kind of thing you're supposed to notice when someone is tied up in like a non-consensual way. She's wearing a lavender bra with little strappy bits and frilly lace at the edges, and matching panties, which you are also totally not noticing. "Tricia," she says quietly. "Tricia, let's get you out of here." You flip out your multitool and, with a few quick cuts, have the ropes holding her down cut. "I..." She tries to sit up, then sags against you. "I don't think there's time. I can... something is wrong, I can feel it." She looks over at you, her full lips quivering. "Can you help me?" "Uh..." That would be a huge abuse of power in this situation, her really pretty eyes and lavender lingerie notwithstanding. "Okay, if you're worried about it, what if I just stepped out and gave you some privacy, and, you know, now that your hands are free...?" She blushes and looks down. "But I've never... um..." Oh, for fuck's sake. (display: "wh_nookie_explain_hub")

(if: $brief_3b_done is true)[(unless: $wh_asked_tattoo is true)[[[Check her for tattoos, like the other victims had.->wh_nookie_hub_q_tattoo]] ]](unless: $wh_asked_attack is true)[[[Ask about how she ended up here.->wh_nookie_hub_q_attack]] ](unless: $wh_asked_poison is true)[[[Ask about what they gave her.->wh_nookie_hub_q_poison]] ](unless: $wh_asked_goal is true)[[[Ask about who took her and what they said.->wh_nookie_hub_q_goal]] ](if: $wh_talked_to_control is true)[[[Refuse to help Tricia.->wh_nookie_hub_refuse]] [[Agree to help Tricia.->wh_nookie_hub_agree]]](else:)[[[Talk to your team.->wh_nookie_hub_talk_control]]]

(set: $wh_asked_attack to true)"Trica, what can you tell me about how you ended up here?" "I came here on vacation. It was supposed to be fun and safe, and..." Tricia catches her breath, making her chest do really interesting things in the process. "I tried to catch a cab from the beach. They drove me here and held me at gunpoint." She looks up at you, eyes wide. "I'm sorry I don't know any more." (display: "wh_nookie_explain_hub")

(set: $wh_asked_poison to true)"Can you tell me anything about what they gave you?" you ask. She brushes a strand of curly black hair from her eyes. "It tasted sweet, but a little bitter at the end. They said I could go if I drank it, and they had guns." She hugs herself nervously. "Then, after I took it, they told me what would happen. They said they were going to film it to study the effect, but then someone called, and they left me here alone." (display: "wh_nookie_explain_hub")

(set: $wh_asked_goal to true)"Did you hear anything about what these people want?" you asked Tricia. "Anything at all?" "I think... I don't know, but..." She blushes and stammers a little as she continues. "I think they, they don't like women who have sex. I think they're making a poison that kills women when they... um... enjoy sex too much." (display: "wh_nookie_explain_hub")

(set: $wh_asked_tattoo to true)You give Tricia a surreptitious look, but you don't notice any tattoos. "Tricia," you ask, "do you have a tattoo, by any chance?" "Oh, no!" Tricia says, eyes wide. "I, um..." She blushes. "I know it's normal these days, but my parents always said that only... um... **bad** girls got tattoos, so I wouldn't get one until after I was out of university." (display: "wh_nookie_explain_hub")

(set: $wh_talked_to_control to true)"Hey, Tricia, give me a minute," you say reassuringly, and as she looks at you, scared, you turn away. "Control..." "Go ahead, Vixen," Ackerman says after a moment. "You find something?" You spend a precious moment trying to figure out the words, and then settle on the truth, near as you can make it. "So I found a found a pretty college student in her underwear, and apparently she's going to die unless I give her the first orgasm of her life." There's a moment of silence from your earpiece. Then Ackerman says, "You've got to be fucking kidding me." (unless: $wh_lost_reed is true)[You hear Reed laughing on the line as well and quietly mutter, "You know..." "No, no, I get it," she says. "The job comes first." "Daaaaamn, Polygraph," Ackerman adds, "I am so impressed that you got that before I did." "Thank you both so much," you mutter. ]"So if the victim is affected by whatever toxin hit the others," Ackerman says, "she's our only lead. For both practical **and** sexytimes reasons, we need to make sure she pulls through. "So get in there, Vixen. Take one for the team." (if: $wh_asked_tattoo is true)["Thing is, a few things don't fit," you say quietly. "She doesn't have a tattoo." "We never confirmed that they were absolutely connected," Ackerman says doubtfully. (if: $wh_asked_goal is true)["She also said they were making a poison that kills women when they have an orgasm." You frown. "But if that's the case, why does she need to have one in order to **not** die?" "Honestly," Ackerman deadpans, "you're putting a lot more thought into this than I would in your situation." "That's why you're not a field agent," you murmur back cheerfully. Ackerman mutters a small curse. ]](if: $wh_asked_poison is true and $wh_lost_reed is false)["Did she say anything about the toxin?" Reed asks. "A drink," you answer. "Tasted sweet, she said, but with a bitter aftertaste." "Hmm." You can hear Reed frown through the earpiece. "What?" "Well, it's just... if I were going to make a drug or toxin that did something like this, I wouldn't deliver it through ingestion," Reed says. "That's going to be messy and slow-acting. I'd have expected something delivered via injection, or possibly inhaled, although that has a lot of additional problems..." "We didn't find needle marks on the other victims, did we?" you ask. "No," Reed says slowly, "but it still feels off." ]"Um?" comes the call from behind you, and you turn back. Tricia looks flushed and anxious. "I'm... I'm not sure how much time I have left." "Gotta go, Control," you murmur, and turn back to Tricia with a smile. (display: "wh_nookie_explain_hub")

"Listen, Tricia," you say, "I'm not sure what's going on, but something about this doesn't feel right. Until we know more, I don't think it's a good idea for me to do anything to you." "But they said!" Tricia cries, biting her lip. She looks near tears. "They said I would die! I don't want to die without ever..." She pauses, then looks around sharply. "What's that smell?" You don't smell anything, and then a moment later it hits you, a bitter smell hissing from small vents in the walls. "Control," you croak as everything starts to wobble and go black, "I think I..." [[Continue.->bd_wake]]

"All right, Tricia," you say reassuringly, coming closer to her and smiling, "you're sure that they said that you had to have an orgasm?" She nods quickly. She's breathing hard already, and it's making her breasts heave. "Yes, that's what they said. Please, you have to help me." "Okay. Making another woman happy is absolutely something I can do," you say, taking her hand, "and if you're comfortable with this, then we'll make sure that you get out of here unharmed." As she nods, her pretty eyes wide and locked with yours, you lean in. "So... how can I help?" "Um..." She bites her lower lip. "I've never, um... like I said... could you maybe do it for me the way that **you** like it?" (unless: $wh_lost_reed is true)["Vixen," Reed says into your earpiece very quietly, "something here is off. Be careful."(if: $hotel_sex_finished is true)[ Given Reed's expertise in neurolinguistics, that suggests that something in Tricia's wording makes Reed think Tricia might be lying. ]]//(if: $global_pref is 1)[If you want do what Tricia is asking, that would mean trying to help her out of her predicament with penetration.](elseif: $global_pref is 2)[If you want to do what Tricia is asking, that would mean trying to help her out of her predicament with clitoral stimulation.](else:)[If you want to do what Tricia is asking, that would mean trying to help her out of her predicament with nipple stimulation.]// [[Let your fingers do the talking.->wh_nookie_v_1]] [[Put that tongue to good use.->wh_nookie_c_1]] [[All nipples, all the way.->wh_nookie_n_1]]

"Just follow my lead," you say with a polite smile. "Of course, Agent Renard." Reed blushes a little. "I'll try to keep up." (Display: "pc_end")

You wake up slowly to the sound of Control yelling in your ear. "Vixen! Control to Vixen! Come on, Renard!" SCISSOR gives all of its field agents earpieces, and by the lack of bulky absence in your right ear, that has been removed. It's a nice good earpiece, fully modern tech -- and the assumption is that if you're captured but not killed, the bad guys will remove it. "Control to Vixen!" That's why every SCISSOR agent **also** has a microdot about the size and shape of a blackhead planted at the edge of their ear canal. The sound quality isn't great, and it only has a day or so for battery life, but when your normal earpiece is confiscated, it's really really nice to have a backup. [[Say something really intelligent.->bd_wake2]] (set: $chapter to "Up a Creek Without a Safeword")

You ease Tricia to the bed gently. "Don't worry," you say, leaning in and giving her a slow and gentle kiss, "you're in good hands." As her lips meet yours, you nibble gently and then murmur, "Or good fingers, at least." She returns your kiss eagerly, and her arms wrap around you as you lay her down. "Please hurry," she gasps, which, because you are a good sexual partner, is not how you **usually** like to handle these things, but hey, if it's a matter of life and death... While your right hand holds the back of her neck, cradling and pulling her close to you, your left hand traces a path across her breasts, down her sweat-slicked belly, and finally over her panties. Her legs spread as your fingers slide under the panties, and you find that she's already wet, grinding against you and making little moans deep in her throat. You ease one finger into her slowly, and her mouth breaks away from yours as she pulls back. You think she might be uncomfortable, but her eyes are closed and her mouth is open, and she lets out a slow, "Ohhhh..." that says it's actually quite the opposite, and you pull your finger out, then ease it back in, deeper this time. She arches into the motion, curling herself around your hand, and your finger slides against a rough patch inside her that makes her gasp. [[Continue.->wh_nookie_v_2]] {(set: $wh_nookie_style to 1) (set: $wh_had_nookie to true)}

You ease Tricia to the bed gently. "Don't worry," you say, leaning in and giving her a slow and gentle kiss, "you're in good hands." As her lips meet yours, you nibble gently and then murmur, "And a very nice tongue, or so I've been told." She returns your kiss eagerly, and her arms wrap around you as you lay her down. "Please hurry," she gasps, which, because you are a good sexual partner, is not how you **usually** like to handle these things, but hey, if it's a matter of life and death... You give her one final kiss, and then you trail your lips down her cheek, and then down the side of her neck, light little touches that leave her shuddering as you reach her collarbone. You kiss your way past those magnificent breasts, down her sweat-slicked belly, and finally over her panties. She hikes up and slides them off as you trace kisses around her hips, and then, with a final shy little look, she spreads herself for you. She's trimmed down there, and you kiss your way in, nuzzling, and as your tongue finds her outer folds, she shudders. You think she might be uncomfortable, but as you glance up, you see that her eyes are closed and her mouth is open, and she lets out a slow, "Ohhh..." that says it's actually quite the opposite. You spread her open with long slow swipes of your tongue, then ease a finger gently in as you home in on her clit with a teasing little lick makes her gasp. [[Continue.->wh_nookie_c_2]] {(set: $wh_nookie_style to 2) (set: $wh_had_nookie to true)}

You ease Tricia to the bed gently. "Don't worry," you say, leaning in and giving her a slow and gentle kiss, "you're in good hands." As her lips meet yours, you nibble gently and then murmur, "Very good hands..." She returns your kiss eagerly, and her arms wrap around you as you lay her down. "Please hurry," she gasps, which, because you are a good sexual partner, is not how you **usually** like to handle these things, but hey, if it's a matter of life and death... You give her one final kiss, and then you trail your lips down her cheek, kiss her hard on the neck, and scoot onto the bed behind her. "I want you to play with yourself," you murmur as you pull her back against you. "But, um..." "Just enjoy yourself down there," you whisper. "You're in good hands." And you slide the straps of her bra down over each shoulder, then ease your hands around to grab hold of her breasts. It's a possessive gesture, pulling her back against you, and she leans back into it, letting you kiss her where her neck meets the shoulder as your hands slide the lavender bra off of her gorgeous breasts. You feel her relax as she begins to touch herself, tentatively, slowly, and your fingers knead her breasts as you hold her tight. Her nipples quickly grow rock-hard beneath your hands, and you tweak them playfully, little pinches that make her gasp. [[Continue.->wh_nookie_n_2]] {(set: $wh_nookie_style to 3) (set: $wh_had_nookie to true)}

You're supporting Tricia (and yourself) with your right arm now, as she falls back onto the bed, lost in the sensations you're giving her. You quickly find the rhythm that works for her, matching each movement of her bucking hips with a little come-hither of your fingers. "Um," she gasps, "um, I think I'm..." "It's okay," you murmur. One of her fingers clutches a handful of sheets, while the other grasps hard at your back, and as you feel her long fingernails, you realize that damn, she really hasn't ever been with another woman. Her eyes are still closed, breasts heaving now, and you can actually see her pulse flutter in her neck as she bites her lower lip, concentrating fully on going with what she's feeling. And then, "Oh my gosh!" she shouts as she spasms around you, coming hard enough to catch her by surprise. "Oh yes, oh yes!" She curls around you, gasping for breath as you take her over the edge and keep her there. Finally, after at least a full minute, she collapses back into the bed, limp, her glossy black hair a halo around her. [[Continue.->wh_nookie_aftermath]]

When Tricia's breathing is back under control, she looks up at you, her eyes half-lidded and glazed with pleasure. "Wow," she whispers. "I've never, um... thank you." "No problem," you murmur back with a little smile. "Hopefully next time, you'll be in a position to savor it a bit more." "Oh, yes," she says dreamily, and then pauses. "What's that smell?" You don't smell anything, and then a moment later it hits you, a bitter smell hissing from small vents in the walls. "Control," you croak as everything starts to wobble and go black, "I think I..." [[Continue.->bd_wake]]

Tricia falls back onto the bed, lost in the sensations you're giving her. You quickly find the rhythm that works for her, a steady rhythm with your tongue that has her trembling against you. "Um," she gasps, "um, I think I'm..." You give her a reassuring squeeze with your free hand. One of her fingers clutches her own breast, while the other grabs your hair frantically, and as you feel her long fingernails, you realize that damn, she really hasn't ever been with another woman. Her eyes are still closed, breasts heaving now, and her legs are shaking on the bed as she heads to that final point of no return. And then, "Oh my gosh!" she shouts as she spasms beneath you, coming hard enough to catch her by surprise. "Oh yes, oh yes!" She shudders, the hand in your hair driving you down as you catch her clit between your teeth, and she gasps for breath as you take her over the edge and keep her there. Finally, after at least a full minute, she collapses back into the bed, limp, her glossy black hair a halo around her. [[Continue.->wh_nookie_aftermath]]

Tricia starts out tense, but in moments, she's relaxed into you, letting you hold her safe while she plays with herself. As her breathing begins to deepen, you tighten your grip and pinch harder. She trembles in your grip. "Oh, nobody's ever..." "Good hands," you murmur again, and with a quick motion, you slide out from under her and pin her to the bed. Your hands push her breasts together, and you catch her nipples in your mouth, lashing them roughly with your tongue. One of her hands is still playing with herself down below, while the other curls around your back, gripping desperately, and as you feel her long fingernails, you realize that damn, she really hasn't ever been with another woman. She shakes beneath you, and you suck her nipples up between your teeth and bite. It's enough to finally send her over the edge. "Oh gosh!" she shouts as she spasms beneath you, coming hard enough to catch her by surprise. "Oh yes, oh yes!" She shudders, her whole body trembling and bucking beneath you as you pull her nipples between your teeth, your tongue driving her onwward, and she gasps for breath as you take her over the edge and keep her there. Finally, after at least a full minute, she collapses back into the bed, limp, her glossy black hair a halo around her. [[Continue.->wh_nookie_aftermath]]

(set: $bd_chose_scissors to true)As the Domina turns away from you for a moment, you try to work your hand free of the restraints. (if: $global_spec is 1)[With several years of hair-trigger precision on the shooting range, you've got the finesse to slide your hand out of the restraint easily enough. As the Domina starts to turn back around, you flick the restraint to an easier setting, then stick your hand back in, so that she doesn't notice anything.(set: $bd_saveprog to 1)](else:)[Unfortunately, the restraints are tight. You're still struggling to get your hand out when she turns back around, and you're going to need more time... time you may not have.(set: $bd_saveprog to 0)] [[Continue.->bd_first_turn]]

(set: $bd_chose_switch to true)As the Domina turns away from you for a moment, you try to shimmy your hips and get the loose tattoo to pop free. (if: $global_spec is 3)[You'd never thought about trying to unplug a USB cable with hip thrusts, but this is kind of like that. With a few little nudges, you're able to detach the tattoo. It's still **on** you, but now it'll be easier to transfer to the Domina. You stop as she turns back around.(set: $bd_saveprog to 1)](else:)[A few seconds of frantic fidgeting aren't enough to get the tattoo free before the Domina begins to turn back. You'll need more time... time you may not have.(set: $bd_saveprog to 0)] [[Continue.->bd_first_turn]]

(if: $bd_style is 0)[(display: "bd_00")](elseif: $bd_style is 1)[(if: $bd_domprog is 0)[(display: "bd_v0")](elseif: $bd_domprog is 1)[(display: "bd_v1")](else:)[(display: "bd_v2")]](elseif: $bd_style is 2)[(if: $bd_domprog is 0)[(display: "bd_c0")](elseif: $bd_domprog is 1)[(display: "bd_c1")](else:)[(display: "bd_c2")]](else:)[(if: $bd_domprog is 0)[(display: "bd_n0")](elseif: $bd_domprog is 1)[(display: "bd_n1")](else:)[(display: "bd_n2")]] (if: $lives_used < $max_lives)[(if: $bd_chose_scissors is true)[[[Continue.->bd_turn_scissors]]](elseif: $bd_chose_switch is true)[[[Continue.->bd_turn_switch]]]](else:)[[[Continue.->bd_failure]]]

(if: $bd_saveprog is 0)[(display: "bd_sc0")](elseif: $bd_saveprog is 1)[(display: "bd_sc1")](elseif: $bd_saveprog is 2)[(display: "bd_sc2")] (if: $bd_saveprog is 3)[[[Continue.->bd_sc_win]]](else:)[[[Continue.->bd_turn_interim]]]

(if: $bd_saveprog is 0)[(display: "bd_sw0")](elseif: $bd_saveprog is 1)[(display: "bd_sw1")](elseif: $bd_saveprog is 2)[(display: "bd_sw2")] (if: $bd_saveprog is 3)[[[Continue.->bd_sw_win]]](else:)[[[Continue.->bd_turn_interim]]]

The Domina turns back to you with a confident predatory smile. "Now," she purrs, "I wonder what makes you **slick**, SCISSOR-slut." You give her your best poker face. Or at least, the best poker face possible when strapped into a chair naked with your legs spread. (if: $wh_lost_reed is true)[She arches an eyebrow. "Oh, I know. Let's ask the **other** SCISSOR-slut." Oh, shit. "Agent Reed?" the Domina asks, putting a hand to her ear. "What does the other agent enjoy, sexually speaking?" A moment later, Reed's voice comes over a speaker into the room. (if: $hotel_sex_finished is true)[(if: $global_pref is 1)["She... likes to have things inside her," Reed says, her voice slow and dreamy. "Excellent," the Domina says, and steps forward.(set: $bd_info_from_reed to true) (set: $bd_style to 1)](elseif: $global_pref is 2)["She... prefers clitoral stimulation," Reed says, her voice slow and dreamy. "Excellent," the Domina says, and steps forward.(set: $bd_info_from_reed to true) (set: $bd_style to 2)](else:)["She... enjoys having her nipples stimulated," Reed says, her voice slow and dreamy. "Excellent," the Domina says, and steps forward.(set: $bd_info_from_reed to true) (set: $bd_style to 3)]](else:)["I... do not know for certain," Reed says, her voice slow and dreamy. "Ah, well." The Domina chuckles and steps forward. "Then we'll just have to explore..."]](elseif: $wh_had_nookie is true)[She arches an eyebrow. "Oh, I remember. The little virgin back at the warehouse told you to seduce her as you would wish to be seduced."(set: $bd_info_from_warehouse to true) (if: $wh_nookie_style is $global_pref)[Oops. ](else:)[You have never been so grateful for being less than honest about your bedroom preferences. ]The Domina chuckles and steps forward. "So let's start there."(set: $bd_style to $wh_nookie_style) ](else:)["Nothing?" She chuckles and steps forward. "Well, then, let's explore..."] [[Continue->bd_turn_start]]

The Domina goes to the counter and opens a drawer, her eyes never leaving yours. "Do you know what this is?" She pulls out harness with a large double-sided dildo (gently curvy, black, machine-washable) and steps into it with easy practice. "Some mistresses prefer to use the tools on their sluts without experiencing penetration themselves. I've always found that to be a weakness." She smiles, her eyes half-lidded as she slides her half of the dildo in. "Unless I know what you're feeling, how can I know what will break you?" She comes back to you and grabs each of your ankles with a firm, testing grip. "Just remember that every time you buck and twist to try to stop yourself from surrendering, I'm going to feel it." Her fingers slide up your legs as she closes the last distance between you. "I'm going to feel **you** feeling me **fuck** you, SCISSOR-slut." One finger slips along the edges of your slit. "So wet already." She chuckles, and her hands come to rest on your hips. "This is almost too easy." She inhales again and makes a little moan as she slides into you, her hands on your hips locking you in place. (if: $global_pref is 1)[(set: $bd_domprog to it+1)Oh shit, she's good. You stifle a little gasp in your throat, but she clearly notices, and her smile is deadly as she slides out, and then thrusts back into you again. "There we are. This is where I belong, isn't it?"](else:)[It feels... well, it feels really good, and if you **wanted** to have an orgasm, you're pretty sure you could make one happen, but vaginal penetration isn't actually your thing, so you're not actually in any serious danger. Unfortunately, the Domina realizes that almost immediately. "Hmm," she says thoughtfully, and draws out only to thrust back into you again. You try to move with it, but she isn't fooled. Her lips pull back in a snarl of disgust, and she draws out of you, steps back, and unbuckles the harness. "It seems I was misled." She tosses the harness aside without another word. "Let's regroup." (set: $bd_style to 0)]

Her hands are strong on your hips, pulling you onto her dildo with each thrust. She starts slow, pausing after each stroke, letting herself sink all the way into you. Each stroke seems to fill you up a little bit more, and each time she pauses, she does a little move, a twitch that moves her inside you. (if: $global_spec is 2)[You steel yourself against what she's doing, focusing all your discipline and martial arts body-training on not reacting. It doesn't completely mitigate the fact that this highly trained Domina is going to eventually fuck you into submission, but for the moment, you're still in control. Even still, a tiny grunt escapes your lips.](else:)[She's too damn good at this, you think, and then, one of those tiny little motions makes the tip of the dildo hit your G-spot, and you buck with a hungry little moan. **LIFE LOST!**] "**There's** my SCISSOR-slut," the Domina chuckles, and her fingers dig hard into your hips as she fucks you faster now, each stroke burying her inside you and winding a coil of pleasure tighter in your gut. Before you realize it, your body is moving with hers despite your best efforts. (set: $bd_domprog to it +1)

She's fucking you hard and fast now, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wild as she hammers you without mercy. Your breasts are bouncing from the rhythm, and a thin sheen of sweat covers you as the damning waves of pleasure threaten to consume you. "That's right, SCISSOR-slut. Come for me. Come for me!"(set: $bd_domprog to it +1) **LIFE LOST!**

The Domina goes to the counter and opens one of the cabinets. "I always imagined that I'd have made a wonderful torturer back in less civilized times," she says casually, "but even if I had, I wouldn't have access to... modern technology." She takes out a massage wand big enough to club somebody to death with. It's pearly white with silver controls and a dark red rubbery head. "Seven speeds, adjustable patterns, and, well, we could go with the AC adapter, but..." She smiles. "I've never had a problem with the battery life." She comes back and stands beside you. "Do you like the lower settings, or are you a high-end girl?" She turns it on to the lowest setting, and you hear a soft hum just before she touches it to the inside your leg. You jump by reflex, and she laughs. "Every little twitch gives you away, SCISSOR-slut. Your own body will betray you." She runs the wand up your thigh, just past the tattoo. "Because I control it, I will control **you**." She slides it up your slit, and you moan, moving against it despite yourself. "Now... let's see..." And she teases it up in a little circle around your clit. (if: $global_pref is 2)[(set: $bd_domprog to it+1)Oh shit, she's good. You stifle a little gasp in your throat, but she clearly notices, and her smile is deadly as she teases the wand around your most sensitive spot. "There we are." She keeps circling, and the delicious buzz sends a terrible warmth through all of you that makes you want to ease toward it, even as you know that that's a **really bad idea**. "This is what you want, isn't it?"](else:)[It feels... well, it feels really good, and if you **wanted** to have an orgasm, you're pretty sure you could make one happen, but clitoral stimulation isn't actually your thing, so you're not actually in any serious danger. Unfortunately, the Domina realizes that almost immediately. "Hmm," she says thoughtfully, and runs the wand directly across your clit. You jump with a gasp, and she steps away, her lips pulling back into a snarl of disgust. "It seems I was misled." She tosses the wand aside. "Let's regroup." (set: $bd_style to 0)]

The Domina keeps the wand circling, and then there's a tiny pause, and moment later, the hum gets louder and deeper, and the waves of pleasure attacking your clit get even stronger. You feel yourself buck, and she chuckles. "Ohhh, you like that. I wonder what a higher setting would do?" A moment later, the power cranks up even more, and your breath starts to grow ragged as she circles the wand ever more tightly around your clit. (if: $global_spec is 2)[You steel yourself against what she's doing, focusing all your discipline and martial arts body-training on not reacting. It doesn't completely mitigate the fact that this highly trained Domina is going to eventually vibe an orgasm out of you, but for the moment, you're still in control. "Ohhh, not going to react?" she murmurs, and keeps circling. "So brave."](else:)["Your hips are already rocking along with me," she whispers, and her other hand grabs your hair again to pull you up. **LIFE LOST!**] She kisses you hard, tasting your lips and forcing her tongue inside. "Your little clit is **mine**," she hisses as she breaks away. (set: $bd_domprog to it +1)

"Look at me. Look at me, SCISSOR-slut." And you do. You can't stop yourself from looking into her eyes. "This is mine." She moves the wand right onto your clit and flicks it to the highest setting, and as your whole body lurches from the shattering pleasure, she kisses your mouth to steal your cry. The wand moves away, and then back, and then away, and then back, and damn it, you need it, you need it to stay there, sending those waves into you, driving you higher each time.(set: $bd_domprog to it +1) **LIFE LOST!**

The Domina goes to the counter and unwraps something that had been covered until then. "Nipple stimulation is so tricky," she says with a little smile. "Do I just pinch, or do I caress them, or do you need... more?" She holds up a pair of small rubber-tipped clamps connected by a thin silver chain. "So let us find out." She comes back to you and with a flash of motion, grabs hold of your left breast. The swift violence makes you flinch, and she laughs. "Every little twitch gives you away, SCISSOR-slut. Your own body will betray you." Her fingers circle around your nipple, and as it hardens, she grasps it between thumb and finger with a delicious sharp pang. "Because I control it, I will control **you**." Her other hand slides up your thigh, and she begins to caress your slit and pinch rhythmically on your nipple with the same steady movement. (if: $global_pref is 3)[(set: $bd_domprog to it +1)Oh shit, she's good. You stifle a little gasp in your throat, but she clearly notices, and her smile is deadly as she pinches harder and increases the rhythm ever so slightly. "There we are." And she fastens one of the the clamps tightly around your nipple with a shocking pleasure that makes you gasp. "This is what you want, isn't it?"](else:)[It feels... well, it feels really good, and if you **wanted** to have an orgasm, you're pretty sure you could make one happen, but nipple stimulation isn't actually your thing, so you're not actually in any serious danger. Unfortunately, the Domina realizes that almost immediately. "Hmm," she says thoughtfully, and pinches your nipple hard. You jump with a gasp, and she steps away, her lips pulling back into a snarl of disgust. "It seems I was misled." She tosses the clamps. "Let's regroup." (set: $bd_style to 0)]

The Domina wraps the chain around her fist and pulls, smirking at you as the clamp pulls on your sensitive nipple. You arch your back, to move along with it as far as you can, and also because damn it, it feels **good**. "Look at you, SCISSOR-slut. Already moving as I command." (if: $global_spec is 2)[You steel yourself against what she's doing, focusing all your discipline and martial arts body-training on not reacting. It doesn't completely mitigate the fact that this highly trained Domina is going to eventually pull an orgasm out of you, but for the moment, you're still in control.](else:)[Her other hand is still stroking your slit, and she leans in and fastens her lips around your right nipple, tracing a little circle of pleasure even as the harsh grip of the clamp on your left threatens to overwhelm you. **LIFE LOST!**] Her teeth lock down, and your breath grows ragged as she strokes your slit harder. "What are these?" she asks as she breaks away, and for a moment, your mind is free as her hand comes away from your slit. But it's only so that she can fasten the other clamp to your right nipple. The sharp shocking pleasure and pain pulls a whimper out of you, and the Domina laughs as she leans in to kiss you. "Oh, yes. These are **mine.**"(set: $bd_domprog to it +1)

She sits astride you, looking down with a wicked smile. "Look at me." You do. You can't stop yourself. She raises a fist with the silver chain in it, and the movement pulls on the clamps, sending a shock of hot pleasure through you. Her other hand reaches back behind her, continuing to stroke your slit. "You move as I command." She rocks atop you, slowly and sinuously. With each movement, her fingers slide along your slit and across your clit, and she tugs on the clamps. "You **writhe** as I command." You move along with her, your breasts bobbing with her movements, your hips thrusting, your breath harsh, the world narrowed to only the terrifying pleasure she brings out of you. "You **come** as I command."(set: $bd_domprog to it +1) **LIFE LOST!**

It's too much. You come with a scream of raw animal pleasure, shaking uncontrollably, and the overwhelming strength of it rips every other thought from your mind. The Domina, SCISSOR, all of it is gone, leaving only the waves of pulsing heat you ride to wave after wave of shuddering ecstasy. The world clouds, and the last thing you see is the Domina staring down at you with a contented smile. "You are **mine**, SCISSOR-slut." [[The End.->endgame]]

(set: $bd_saveprog to it+1)While the Domina is doing her worst, you are finally able to get your hand out of the restraint. Now you just need to get the scissors without drawing her attention.

(set: $bd_saveprog to it+1)With her attention fully focused on you, the Domina doesn't notice you reaching out slowly with your free hand. You can't risk looking over, so you're working blind. Your fingers brush the countertop.

(set: $bd_saveprog to it+1)Your fingers walk along the counter, slowly, carefully, so as not to draw her attention. Finally, your fingers close on the scissors.

"I'm s-suh-surprised you didn't..." you gasp, your eyes half-lidded. "Surprised I didn't what?" the Domina says, smirking down at you. You shut your eyes as though ashamed, and in a tiny guilty whisper, you say, "Surprised you didn't try the other thing." She leans in closer, matching your tiny whisper. "And what is that, my little pet?" Your fingers close into a combat grip on the scissors on the counter, and with one clean movement, you stab them into her throat. She slides off you, staggering, eyes wide. "Oh, you know," you say with a little smile of encouragement, "I just figured you'd enjoy **scissoring**!" She collapses, and you make sure she's not moving before adding, "Honestly never saw the appeal until now." You peel the damn temporary tattoo off first, and after a little more frantic fiddling, you free yourself from the restraints. [[Continue.->post_bd_win]]

(set: $bd_saveprog to it +1)While the Domina is doing her worst, you are able to use a few quick jerky movements (and those honestly fit in pretty well right now) to loosen the tattoo until it detaches. It's still **on** you, but now it'll be easier to transfer to the Domina.

(set: $bd_saveprog to it +1)With her attention fully focused on you, the Domina doesn't notice you using one quick little belly-hip-flex to flip the tattoo off of you and onto **her**. Honestly, you haven't had to use those muscles that way since you bet your college girlfriend you could flip a coin with no hands.

(set: $bd_saveprog to it+1)Finally, your body heaving, you grind against her, forcing the tattoo against her bare (if: $bd_style is 1)[thigh](else:)[wrist].

"I need..." you gasp, your eyes half-lidded. "What?" the Domina says, smirking down at you. You look up at her, your eyes wide and vulnerable. "I need to bring my Mistress pleasure." She sneers. "No, little SCISSOR-slut, there will be no delay so that you can pleasure me." "No, Mistress." You shut your eyes now, as though ashamed, and in a tiny guilty whisper, you say, "What brings me the most pleasure is... is to feel you coming." "Oh, have no fear, SCISSOR-slut." She leans down over you and starts again. (if: $bd_domprog is 1)[She thrusts into you again, harder and and faster.](elseif: $bd_domprog is 2)[She slides on top of you, and now the massage wand is pressed against both your clit and hers as she cranks up the power.](else:)[Her free hand moves from your slit to hers, and as she pulls on your nipples, she flickers her own clit.] "Tell me who you belong to." "You, Mistress!" you gasp. Her eyes lock with yours, and she's breathing hard, her eyes half-lidded with growing pleasure. "Is my SCISSOR-slut cumming?" //Ugh, you can **tell** she said it with that spelling.// "Mistress, your slut is cumming!" you yell, and buck against her, writhing and then crying out with a feral cry. She rocks on top of you with a triumphant cry. "Yes! Yes! Yyyyyyes!" Her body shudders... And then she abruptly slides off you and collapses bonelessly to the floor as the tattoo you slapped onto her does its work, flooding her system with the drug that renders her comatose. "//Cumming// is a stupid way to spell it," you mutter, and set to work freeing yourself. A few moments of wriggling later, you've gotten yourself free. [[Continue.->post_bd_win]]

"Blrfffff," you say coherently. Everything feels like it's happening a little too fast and tilting back and forth, which is pretty common when coming out of a knockout-gas situation. You've trained for it and can handle it, so the hint of nausea isn't unexected. The warm, soft, comfortable feeling that makes all of you feel nice and tingly **is** unexpected. "Vixen, are you awake? Fuck's sake, what'd they hit you with?" "Where'm I?" you murmur, and force your eyes open. "Uhh, you tell us?" Ackerman says. "They killed your earpiece at the warehouse, and all the cool stealth shit that makes your backup dot hard to detect also makes it hard to track." It looks like a cross between a doctor's office and a massage room. You're strapped into some kind of reclining chair, secured at wrists, ankles, upper arms, and thighs... but it's nicely padded and a hell of a lot more comfortable than you'd expect. You've been stripped down to a bra and panties, which is almost never a good sign, and your legs are spread out wide like it's time for your super-fun annual exam, and the fact that you're feeling warm and comfortable **despite** all of that is another sign that things are not all right. Also, you've got a new tattoo on your inner thigh. [["Oh, shit."->bd_wake3]]

(if: $brief_3b_done is true)["Soooo," you murmur, "'member how all those women in comas had tattoos? What'd those look like, again?" You squint. Your vision is okay, even if the room is going a little wobbly at the edges still. "Did they kinda look like a... chicken-dragon?" "Crap. Really?" "Yyyyeah."](else:)["Soooo," you murmur, "I've got a tattoo I didn't have before. It's kind of..." You squint. Your vision is okay, even if the room is going a little wobbly at the edges still. "Kind of a... chicken-dragon... thing."] "Hang on." Ackerman is silent for a moment, but you hear little clicks that indicate she's doing something fast on the keyboard. "Okay, running your vitals, and something is... off. This isn't the knockout gas. You've got drugs in your system. Based on what it's doing to your body, it **could** be what put those women into comas. Like a temporary tattoo that gets the drug into your system through the skin?" "Well, good news. Now we know how that happened." You smile contentedly, and then realize smiling contentendly is probably pretty bad. "It's a whammy." You look at the restraints keeping you strapped into the chair. They're not the tightest you've ever been in, but when you try to twist your wrist to slide out, nothing seems to work quite right. Your hands just sort of twitch a little. "Can hardly move." "Okay. Hang on, Vixen. Gonna try something. This might sting a bit." [[Hang on.->bd_wake4]]

//ZZZZZZZZAP// "Mother**fucker**!" you hiss as a nasty jolt of electric pain spikes through your head, sending your whole body lurching. "Ackerman, you **asshole**." "Yeah, but how's your head?" You blink. Things do seem clearer, and when you try to move your hand in the restraints, it's not 100%, but it's a lot better than it was. "I don't hear any complaints. Okay, point taken, you're a genius, sorry for calling you an asshole." "Nah, I can be both," Ackerman says. "Also there was a small chance that doing that with the dot could've given you an aneurysm." "Thanks for not warning me." You shift in the restraints, your brain already less fuzzy. "Where's Polygraph?" (if: $wh_lost_reed is true)["Her comms went dead a little before yours." Ackerman's voice is grim. "Her dot's online, but we haven't heard back from her. If she's still out there, you're our best chance to get her back. So: Sappho-Rizzoli. What have you got? What can you use?"](else:)["She got to ground when the gas hit. Tried her best to follow the people who took you, but she lost you when they put you in a van. Hang on, let me patch her in." A moment later, Reed's voice comes in, slightly tinny. (if: $with_reed is true)["Hey." She's talking with forced cheeriness. "I found a really nice cafe that serves margaritas that come with little plastic mermaids on the rim." Her voice catches. "So, uh, let's get you out of wherever you are, okay, because you should really try one of these drinks." "Can't wait," you say, trying to sound confident. (if: $hotel_sex_finished is true)["That's assuming I ever let you out of the hotel room again."](else:)["Just as soon as we're done in the hotel room, because as I recall, only **one** of us got to go last time."] Reed laughs, sounding more genuine this time. "Deal. So, to that end: what's your Sappho-Rosa?"](else:)["Polygraph here. Glad to hear you again. Vixen." "Same here. How are things?" "I'm sitting in a lovely cafe drinking maragaritas and watching for anyone who looks familiar." She's putting on a brave front, but she's clearly worried. "I'd love to show it to you sometime." "Sounds lovely." You force a grin. "You're buying." "Deal. So, to that end: what's your Sappho-Rosa?"]] [[Give the Situation Report.->bd_sitrep]]

You look around again, your mind clearer now, reporting what you see. "All right. Medical supplies, cotton swabs and stuff, a sink. But..." You can smell incense, something relaxing, and there's a little decorative waterfall in the corner as well. "It's also decorated to be relaxing." "The hell does **relaxing** mean?" "I don't know, Control! Like a spa, or someplace you'd get a massage!" (unless: $wh_lost_reed is true)["Well, that's creepy," Reed says. ]"What about you?" Ackerman asks. "I can move better -- thanks, Control -- but I'm strapped into a padded chair. I'm only wearing underwear, and my legs are secured in stirrups, kind of like-" "Yep," Ackerman finishes. "Got it, please stop giving context. Shit, I'm so glad I don't have a uterus." "Trans women are women, Control. You gotta be with us here in solidarity." You keep looking. "There's a pair of scissors on the counter nearby." "Probably to cut your bra and panties off now that you're awake," Ackerman suggests. (unless: $wh_lost_reed is true)["Yeah, it's not as intimate to cut them off when you're asleep," Reed adds. "This way, they know you'll feel the cool metal against your skin and everything." ]"**Thank you**, got it," you mutter. "Anyway, that's it. Well, that and the tattoo they used to drug me." (unless: $wh_lost_reed is true)["They're using an adhesive pad to transfer the drug through the skin," Reed murmurs. "All right. That helps." "It doesn't help **me**," you fire back. ]Before you can say anything more, the door opens. [[Fake being fully drugged.->bd_entrance1]]

The woman who walks in would be tall even without the thigh-high leather boots that add several inches to her height. She's wearing a tight, shiny, vegan leather dress that hugs her frame and is short enough to show off the fishnets she's wearing under the thigh-highs. The dress is tight at the collar but leaves her long muscular arms free, and has a boob window in front that is **frankly amazing**. "You like what you see," she says, her voice husky and carrying an Eastern European accent. It's not a question. You meet her gaze. Her long dark hair is pulled back into a severe ponytail, and the only color on her pale face comes from a slash of deep red lipstick that twists as her mouth curls into a smile. "Oh, damn," Ackerman says in your ear. "She sounds hot." "What do you want?" you say, letting your voice be a little foggier and weaker than it really is, as though Ackerman hadn't zapped you a little more awake. The woman steps forward, heels clicking on the floor. "That is a good question, little SCISSOR-slut. It is good that you think about what **I** want." She leans in and cups your chin with one hand, her grip strong. "But soon, you will say, 'What do you want, **Mistress**?'" [[Continue.->bd_entrance2]]

"For now, SCISSOR-slut," the woman says, her eyes never leaving yours, "I want to be your Domina. I want to take your body and make it mine." You hear the rasp of the scissors in her other hand, and then you feel the cool metal slide up your belly and between your breasts. "I want to drive you to heights you have never scaled." There's a little hiss as the scissors cut through your bra, and then she flicks the fabric aside, laying your breasts bare. You try to look down, but her other hand still grips your chin. "I want to feel you submit to my fingers, my lips, my tongue, my tools," she murmurs, and now the cool metal traces down your side, and you suck in a gasp at the sharp little tickle. "I want to **take** an orgasm from you, SCISSOR-slut." The scissor jumps to your thigh, slides up under your panties, just inches from your labia, and with another hiss, it cuts the panties away, and you feel yourself tremble a little as you're exposed. "And when I do, your little slut-mind will belong, forever, to COCKATRICE." [[COCKATRICE sounds bad.->bd_entrance3]]

"Control to Vixen," Ackerman says quietly but urgently in your ear, "Did she say, 'COCKATRICE'?" "COCKATRICE?" you repeat, letting your words slur. The Domina smiles and steps back. "I wasn't sure if you had noticed your new present," she says, sliding the scissors across your thigh to rest on the tattoo. "The mythological creature whose touch could turn its victims to stone." Oh, so that's what the chicken-dragon tattoo is. "I'm pulling up what I've got," Ackerman says. "COCKATRICE is a terrorist organization on all kinds of watch lists, but there's not much actual intel." "To stone," you mumble, "like the women." "Early attempts." The Domina shrugs. "But we believe we have mastered it. There will be no coma for you. Instead..." She slaps the scissors down hard on the counter, then grabs a handful of your hair and forces you to look at her. "When you come, little SCISSOR-slut, the chemical rush will trigger a reaction to the drugs in your system, and your mind will belong to COCKATRICE forever." The jolt Ackerman gave you counteracted some of the drug, which is good, but not all of it, which is less good, because even though you know it's a terrible idea, you're already a tiny bit wet looking up into the Domina's arrogant smirk. It's like she can read your mind. "Yes, good. I **want** you to fight it. I want to rip that orgasm from you, knowing that you resisted but were **beaten**." She holds you for another moment, then lets go. "Shall we begin?" [[No is probably not a valid answer.->bd_defense_plan]]

"Control to Vixen, um..." Ackerman pauses. "Try not to come." You'd roll your eyes if the Domina wasn't watching you. What you need right now is a plan. You look around, covering it by struggling a little. The Domina smirks, inhaling slowly as though she can smell your fear, which, damn it, is also pretty hot. Then she turns around, turning her back on you while you struggle, another little power play that is, in this case, useful. When she put the scissors down on the counter, she put them a little closer to you. If you could get hold of it without her noticing, you could use it as a weapon. It will take some careful precise movements -- accuracy more than strength here -- to reach them, but it's possible. The tattoo is also more of a sticker than an actual ink application. There's a tiny curl at one edge where it hasn't fully attached. If you get hold of it without her noticing, you might be able to remove it and, if you're lucky, even get it onto **her**. It will take some technical skill to pull this off, but it's possible. [[Go for the scissors.->bd_choose_scissors]] [[Try to remove and switch the tattoo.->bd_choose_switch]]

The Domina trails a hand along your bare leg, letting her fingers trace little patterns around the side of your knee and then dance up the inside of your thigh. You close your eyes, trying not to react, and then realize that's a mistake when her other hand suddenly clamps down on your shoulder. The move catches you by surprise, and you flinch, then flinch again when she catches the back of your head with her other hand. Then her lips are on yours, firm and forceful, her tongue darting into your mouth as her fingers tighten possessively on the back of your neck. "That's my little SCISSOR-slut," she murmurs between kisses as the hand that was clamped on your shoulder slides down your chest, cupping your breast. Her teeth graze your neck, right under the ear, and she mashes your breast hard, then slaps it lightly. "What makes you move? What makes you wet?" Her hand slides down your belly, and without warning she runs a finger down the length of your slit. "What makes you **mine**?" As you moan despite yourself, her mouth closes over yours again, as though she's sucking the moan into her own mouth, and she traces a little circle around your clit. Then she steps back, smiling smugly. "There, now. That wasn't so bad, was it, SCISSOR-slut?" Your breath is coming fast already, and you don't answer. She smirks and looks away.(set: $bd_style to $global_pref)

[[Continue.->bd_turn_start]]

"Vixen to Control," you say once you're back up on your feet. "Control here. You okay? What happened to that hot-but-evil-sounding-dominatrix lady?" You look down at the Domina, (if: $bd_chose_scissors is true)[lying in a growing pool of her own blood. "She chose paper."](else:)[lying unmoving and apparently comatose from the toxic effect of her orgasm. "She's already come and gone."] "Uh-**huh**." Control lets that sink in. "Well, I'm just glad you were able to take her down before you had an orgasm." "Yep. Yep, yep." You stretch, still naked and a little wobbly. "So, um, just..." You run your fingers through your hair and shake it out. "Just to be absolutely clear, even though the tattoo is no longer on me..." (if: $wh_lost_reed is true)[Ackerman sighs. "I mean, there's no way to be sure how much of the drug is in your system, so yeah, no matter how worked up she got you, it would be a **really bad idea** to finish yourself off. You sigh deeply. "Yeah, that's... that's about what I figured." ](else:)[Reed cuts in. "Based on the time the tattoo was attached to you, it's possible that there's enough of the drug in your system to still be a physical danger, so no matter how worked up she got you, you should **absolutely not** finish yourself off." You sigh deeply. "Yeah, that's... that's about what I figured."(if: $with_reed is true)[ You can hear the smile in Reed's voice. "I **promise** to make it up to you later." (if: $hotel_sex_finished is not true)[You snort. "I keep **hearing** that..."](else:)[You sigh. "All right. You made a convincing argument back at the hotel."]]] "For now," Ackerman says, "you need to get--" "Dressed?" you finish. "I was gonna say //out of there//, Vixen, but sure, follow your bliss.(if: $wh_lost_reed is true)[ And if you can find her, get Polygraph out with you."](else:)["] [[Continue.->post_bd_win_2]](set: $chapter to "COCKY Tryst")

You ease out of the room and find yourself looking out into a hallway. A quick glance both ways suggests that it's empty. Still naked, you sneak out and try the first door. You're in luck. It looks like a locker room, and after rifling through several lockers, you find a uniform in your size. The uniforms are paramilitary and dark red, with a patch on the arm that you now recognize as being a cockatrice rather than "a bird-dragon-thing", which would have been your guess otherwise. A few moments later, you're dressed. You still don't have a weapon, but at least you're not running around naked. Hell, whoever owns this uniform even has really great taste in lingerie, having gone for a lacy black matching set. (if: $wh_lost_reed is true)[Next step: find Reed. "Control, I'm going room-to-room here for Polygraph, unless you've got a better idea. She's probably in here somewhere." (if: $hotel_sex_finished is true)["Since the Domina lady had her give up what turns your crank?" Ackerman asks. "Yes. That."](elseif: $with_reed is true)["Right," Ackerman says. "Good thing you haven't gotten to come yet, or Reed would've given away your preferred style, huh?" "Yep," you mutter. "Super good. Really really just a lot of good all over."](else:)["Good thinking," Ackerman says. "That Domina lady seems like the kind to keep her close."] "Any chance you can help me track her?" "No can do," Ackerman says, and then, "wait, unless..." There's always an unless. "I can't track her microdot itself, but since you're there, and you have one... you know how two phones or walkie-talkies make that squeal when they're next to each other? I may be able to measure that and and least get you Warmer/Colder." "That's better than nothing, Control. Appreciate it." [[Start Looking.->post_bd_get_reed_1]]](else:)[[["Polygraph, any suggestions now that I'm no longer naked?"->post_bd_explore_1]]]

"Hopefully she's still wearing her dot," you murmur to Control as you try a door. It's an empty room that looks like the one where you were being held. "I can't get a clear signal," Ackerman says, "but her dot's online, and it would self-destruct if it were removed or if it could no longer detect her vitals. Hmmm." She taps some keys on her end. "Colder." You turn around and try the other route down the hall. "Can you hit her with the shock like you did with me?(if: $bd_info_from_reed is true)[ In fact, why didn't you do that before she gave up information on what kind of sex I liked?]" "That shock requires a completely clear signal," Ackerman says, "which I had with you, but don't with her. Plus, what if she's surrounded by enemy agents, or if she's been hit with some other drug? We get one shot at this. I'd rather not blow it. Warmer." You try another door. Yet another creepy-massage-dominatrix room, empty. "Yeah, okay, point taken." You keep moving. "How about now?" "Hot." You try the door across the hall, and inside, there's Reed. "Got her." She's set up like you were, stripped to her bra and panties and in possession of a brand-new cockatrice tattoo. Her eyes are closed, and she's breathing slowly and steadily, like she's asleep. "Polygraph!" Her eyes open, and she looks at you groggily. "Heyyy, Vixen," she says, voice slurred. "Whassup?" "Did I sound that bad?" you murmur to Control as you pull the cockatrice tattoo off of her. "Yep." "Oof. Okay, Polygraph, this is gonna sting a bit," you say, working on the straps holding her down. "Control, hit it." [[Continue.->post_bd_get_reed_2]]

"Polygraph," you ask, "any suggestions now that I'm no longer naked?" (if: $with_reed is true)["For starters, how about if you don't get yourself captured by an evil dominatrix anymore?" Reed's voice is trying for casual, but there's a bit of an edge to it. "Aww." You slip out into the hallway. "You were worried." "Of course I was worried, you idiot. Do you know how long it takes to break in somebody who can (if: $hotel_sex_style is 1)[do that come-hither thing right with her fingers?"](else:)[do that with her tongue?"] "I do not," you deadpan, grinning, as you scan the hallway and move slowly along. "Well... awhile. So stay safe, damn it. And while you're at it, probably not a bad idea to find out where you are, so we can rescue you." "And also stop the shipment of this drug that is going to turn women into mind-controlled slaves of COCKATRICE," Ackerman adds. "Oh, shit." You can **hear** Reed blushing. "Um, maybe forgot you were there, Control." "Naw, it's good, you do you. And Vixen."](else:)["Our first step is to figure out where you are," she says. "Once we've got that locked down, hopefully we can extract you and stop the shipment of this mind-controlling drug."] [[Search the base.->cockatrice_info_1]]

You've gotten both of Reed's hands free when Ackerman gives Reed the jolt on her microdot, and Reed seizes up with a surpirsed, "Hrrrrrgh**assholeshitdammit**!", and then shakes her head. "Ow." "Hey, Reed," you murmur, catching her as she huddles up (and continuing to get her feet out of the stirrups, because even though she has the bra and panties on, still, nobody wants to be sitting there with their legs forced wide open when they just got zapped). "All safe now." (if: $with_reed is true)[She huddles against you for a moment. "You know, I **really** wanted to impress you with how badass I was on our first assignment together." (if: $hotel_sex_finished is true)["Hey, Polygraph," you murmur, and hug her back, "you impressed me back in the hotel room like, **twice**." "Yes, and then I gave up information on your sexual preferences to the enemy," Reed adds with a groan. "That did happen, right? I only half remember it." "It happened." You give her a kiss. "And it happened. I'm here, the Domina isn't, no big deal. And I **promise** to give you the chance to make it up to me later."](else:)["Hey, Polygraph, listen," you murmur, hugging her back, "I **promise** to give you a chance to impress me back at the hotel later."] She laughs despite herself. "Ass. So if you've removed my tattoo--" "Nope," Ackerman says in both of your ears. "Super not-safe." She sighs. "Yyyyyeah." Then her eyes meet yours. "Later, though." "Oh, later, hell yes." You grin.](else:)[She pulls herself up to a sitting position, still hunched over. "Well, **this** is an embarrassing way to go on my first assignment." "You're doing fine, Polygraph." You clap her on the shoulder. "Also, Control says no orgasms for at least a few hours." Reed grits her teeth. "That's... very reasonable and safe."] After a quick trip to the same storage closet where you got your own uniform, you get Reed dressed as well. "Now," Ackerman says, "let's find out where the two of you are, so we can get you out of here, stop the shipment of that mind-control drug, and take down COCKATRICE." [[Explore the base.->cockatrice_info_1]]

(if: $wh_lost_reed is true)[You and Reed make your way through the base. There aren't many guards, and the ones you do see, you're both able to hide from without any trouble, ducking into side rooms before they come your way.](else:)[You make your way through the base. There aren't many guards, and the ones you do see, you're able to hide from without any trouble, ducking into side rooms before they come your way.] There's no alarm. The Domina must have been used to her privacy, if nobody is checking on her yet. The building you're in is large, but it's laid out more like a mansion than a military compound. Paintings hang on the walls, including several with the ugly chicken/dragon thing attacking women and turning them to stone. "Control, you got anything more on COCKATRICE?" you ask quietly while you make your way through the building(if: $wh_lost_reed is true)[, Reed close behind you]. "Still not much. The director pulled some high-level intel -- Ellen-Out, Pearl-Quinn." You whistle quietly to yourself. "Can she share any of it?" "I'll let you know." Ackerman's voice is uncharacteristically grim. "Ellen-Out, Pearl-Quinn?" Reed asks (if: $wh_lost_reed is true)[quietly from behind you](else:)[in your earpiece]. "Eyes Only, Penetration Quarantine." "Oh, shit. That's when someone hit us specifically and did damage?" "Yeah." [[Keep Looking.->cockatrice_info_2]]

You make your way into what looks like a sumptuously appointed living/drinking/rich-people-ing room. It has a lovely view of Santa Frida, which is just what you needed. "Control, I've got eyes." Looking out the window, you can see a long lush lawn leading to a fence, and then a hill going down. Far below you, you can see the main city, including Hotel Rios and the airport. The lawn has a white marble sculpture of a cockatrice, of course. "At or near the top of Santa Frida, facing north. If you can find a villa with a damn cockatrice on the lawn, you've got it." "Scrambling a drone now, Vixen. We'll have you located soon." "That doesn't help us stop COCKATRICE, though," Reed cuts in(unless: $wh_lost_reed is true)[ over her channel]. "They're getting ready to ship out the temporary tattoos laced with the mind-control drug." "If SCISSOR takes out the site, that should disable their means of production," Ackerman says. "Can we shut down all air traffic out of Santa Frida?" you ask. "Not an option. Director's used all the leverage she's got." Ackerman pauses for a moment, listening to someone on the other end of the line, then says, "It's worse than just one shipment. What the director can share from her intel is that we're dealing with a former agent gone rogue." [["Ah, crap."->cockatrice_info_3]]

**Global States** Global Spec: $global_spec (1 = Guns, 2 = Melee, 3 = Tech) [[Guns->db_spec_guns]] || [[Melee->db_spec_melee]] || [[Tech->db_spec_tech]] Sexual Pref: $global_pref (1 = Vaginal, 2 = Clitoral, 3 = Nipples) [[Vaginal->db_pref_v]] || [[Clitoral->db_pref_c]] || [[Nipples->db_pref_n]] Lives Lost: $lives_used of $max_lives [[Increment lives lost->db_inc_lives_lost]] || [[Decrement lives lost->db_dec_lives_lost]] [[Increment max lives->db_inc_max_lives]] || [[Decrement max lives->db_dec_max_lives]] With Reed: (print: $with_reed) [[Toggle->db_with_reed]] **Briefing States** Flirted with Reed: (print: $reed_flirt) [[Toggle->db_flirt_reed]] Know chemical will change: (print: $brief_3a_done) [[Toggle->db_brief_3a]] Know about tattoos: (print: $brief_3b_done) [[Toggle->db_brief_3b]] Know about dolphins: (print: $brief_3c_done) [[Toggle->db_brief_3c]] **Flight** [[Jump->flight_1]] Plane Crashed: (print: $plane_crashed) [[Toggle->db_plane_crashed]] Plane Sex Interrupted: (print: $fly_c_blocked) [[Toggle->db_fly_c_blocked]] **Hotel and Warehouse Prep** [[Jump->hotel_win_1]] Hotel Sex Started: (print: $hotel_sex_started) [[Toggle->db_hotel_sex_started]] Hotel Sex Finished: (print: $hotel_sex_finished) [[Toggle->db_hotel_sex_finished]] Know about Lights: (print: $wh_know_lights) [[Toggle->db_wh_know_lights]] Know about Fireball (print: $wh_know_fireball) [[Toggle->db_wh_know_fireball]] **Warehouse Fight and Nookie** [[Jump->wh_entrance_choice]] //Note: West favors melee, East favors shooter// Lost Reed: (print: $wh_lost_reed) [[Toggle->db_wh_lost_reed]] Had Nookie: (print: $wh_had_nookie) [[Toggle->db_wh_had_nookie]] Nookie Style: (print: $wh_nookie_style) (1v2c3n) [[Set to Vaginal->db_wh_style_1]] || [[Set to Clitoral->db_wh_style_2]] || [[Set to Nipple->db_wh_style_3]] **Domina** [[Jump->bd_wake]] Domina Current Progress: (print: $bd_domprog) [[Reset to 0->db_bd_domprog_0]] || [[Increment->db_bd_domprog_inc]] || [[Decrement->db_bd_domprog_dec]] Save-Self Progress: (print: $bd_saveprog) [[Reset to 0->db_bd_saveprog_0]] || [[Increment->db_bd_saveprog_inc]] || [[Decrement->db_bd_saveprog_dec]] Save Plan: (if: $bd_chose_scissors is true)[Scissors](elseif: $bd_chose_switch is true)[Switch Tattoo](else:)[Unset] [[Toggle->db_bd_toggle_saveplan]] Domina Style: (print: $bd_style) [[Set to Vaginal->db_bd_style_1]] || [[Set to Clitoral->db_bd_style_2]] || [[Set to Nipple->db_bd_style_3]] **Exploration and Finale Prep** [[Jump->post_bd_win]] Looked at Vanity: (print: $prefin_vanity_looked) [[Toggle->db_prefin_vanity_looked]] (Adds bonus for Gun Spec) Looked at Lingerie: (print: $prefin_lingerie_looked) [[Toggle->db_prefin_lingerie_looked]] (Adds bonus for Melee Spec) Looked at Nightstand: (print: $prefin_nightstand_looked) [[Toggle->db_prefin_nightstand_looked]] (Adds bonus for Tech Spec) **Finale** [[Jump->fin_start]] **Epilogue** [[Jump.->epi_start]]

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"Ah, crap," you mutter. You'd already put that together from the Pearl-Quinn part of the code, since that's usually reserved for //someone got deep into the organization and then took some goodies with her when she left.// Still, it's never good to hear it. "Who's the agent?" Reed asks. "Codename Princess," Ackerman says, "as in //Pillow//. I don't have the real name. She operated out of a different center, but word was she liked the high life more than she liked doing the job. Loved being the center of attention, the one being taken care of. What she **didn't** like was the sexual attitudes of a lot of people at SCISSOR. Before she went rogue, she apparently told command that the 'dirty, vulgar practices' of SCISSOR would eventually lead to the agency's destruction." "And now," you finish, "she's got a drug that lowers inhibitions and increases sexual desire, and then triggers the mind-control effect once the victim has an orgasm." "And she can slap those temporary tattoos on unwitting victims or even sell them in tourist shops all over the world," Reed says (if: $wh_lost_reed is true)[quietly from behind you](else:)[in your earpiece]. "Even if SCISSOR sends in a strike to take out this facility, a single shipment of those tattoos, properly placed, could put COCKATRICE in control of the country." "Oh, wasn't aware of the stakes yet," you mutter to both of them. "Got it now, thanks." No matter what happens, you **must** find out how the tattoos are being shipped out, so that SCISSOR can stop them. [[No pressure, keep looking.->ck_investigate_start]]

Moving through the living room, you make your way stealthily down a hallway and finally find what you're looking for: a small server room with a single tech pecking away at her keyboard, back to you as you come in. One gentle sleeper hold later, she's unconscious, and you've got access to COCKATRICE's server. (if: $wh_lost_reed is true)["Control, Vixen is in their network," Reed says, watching the door for anyone else who might be coming. "With luck, we'll find tracking information for the tattoos."](else:)["Control, I'm in their network," you murmur, periodically glancing over your shoulder to make sure nobody does to you what you just did to the tech. "With luck, we'll find tracking information for the tattoos."] "Nice! If you can open a hole in their security, I'll move in and see what I can find to help," Ackerman says. You can hear her typing already, getting ready for the standard remote operations that will get her access to the server and hopefully let her do fun things like open electronic locks and check out security cameras for you. You quickly breach the server's security and open up a hole for Ackerman. Then you begin searching for information. "Perfect. That combined with your description gives us your location, Vixen." Ackerman sounds smug. "We'll have a strike team there in less than an hour." (if: $wh_lost_reed is true)["It'll be nice to have more than just the two of us here," Reed murmurs by the door. "I'm worried that an hour is still long enough for that shipment to get away, though."](else:)["And I'll be there sooner," Reed adds. "The longer we wait, the higher the risk of that shipment getting past us."] [[Search the COCKATRICE database.->ck_investigate_2]]

You don't have any luck finding a record of the shipment. If it's kept on the server, it's heavily encrypted. Ackerman doesn't seem to be finding success either, judging by her very quiet, very constant swearing. Then, on a low-security list of upcoming tasks, you see the following: //When the Domina is done training (if: $wh_lost_reed is true)[the first SCISSOR agent](else:)[the SCISSOR agent], have my new pet sent to me by the pool. I very much look forward to her thanking me for bringing her into the fold as we celebrate a successful shipment. Clothing for her is laid out on the bed in the western guest room. -Princess// (if: $wh_lost_reed is true)["If she doesn't realize we're free," Reed says thoughtfully, reading over your shoulder, "you could go to the pool and act like you're under the mind control. You might be able to trick her into giving up information on the shipment!"](else:)["Control, Polygraph, check this out," you murmur. "She wants me sent to her once I've been broken in. As far as she's concerned, I'm her new pet." "If you can pull off the act," Ackerman says, "you might be able to trick her into telling you about the shipment."] (if: $with_reed is true)[(if: $wh_lost_reed is true)[You turn to Reed, smiling grimly. "Listen..."](else:)["Listen, Polygraph," you murmur into your earpiece.] "Oh, for fuck's sake," she says with a laugh, (if: $wh_lost_reed is true)[blushing and shaking her head](else:)[not sounding stressed at all in your earpiece], "I'm **somewhat** familiar with the honeypot(click: "honeypot")[ (//the use of seduction to compromise or get information from a target//)], babe. We're professionals. So get in there and seduce the shit out of her." "You're the best," you murmur back with a grin.](else:)["It's thin," you mutter, "but it's the best chance we've got." "It's not **that** thin," Ackerman replies. "You run a mean honeypot(click: "honeypot")[ (//the use of seduction to compromise or get information from a target//)]. You can do this."] (if: $wh_lost_reed is true)["Control, I'll stay in the server room," Reed says, nudging you out of your seat and taking your place. "Princess is only expecting one, and I can keep searching from here. Plus, I'll be more help in Vixen's ear.](else:)["Control, Vixen, I'm en route now," Reed says. You can dimly hear the sound of traffic in the background. "But I'll stay on the line.] I may be able to help her read Princess's moods." "Over an earpiece?" you ask. "My codename is **Polygraph**," she mutters. "Okay, point taken." "Polygraph, Vixen, sounds like a plan," Ackerman says. "Vixen, it's up to you." [[Go to the western guest room.->prefin_1]]

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(if: $with_reed is true and $wh_lost_reed is true)[You bend down beside Reed and pull her in for a long, slow kiss. You feel her lips curl under yours as she smiles, and then she pushes you away, still grinning. "Go," she mouths, blushing. "Control to Polygraph, don't whisper **now**," Ackerman deadpans. "I heard the kiss." Reed rolls her eyes, and her blush gets brighter as she waves you way. ]You make your way quickly through the mansion. By now, Ackerman has the security feeds, and she lets you know about guards headed your way early enough for you to duck into side rooms. Soon enough, you reach the western guest room. The "guest room" would be a master bedroom in any normal home and some mansions. A gas fireplace stands on one wall opposite a bathroom with a marble counter, an open shower, and a gigantic bathtub. The king-sized bed is fitted with satin sheets, and the headboard and footboard, done in rich walnut, have discreet hooks for attaching ties. The nightstand is walnut as well, and the lamp on the nightstand -- an abstract shape that might be a very tasteful female nude silhouette -- actually has four power sockets built into it, which may be the sexiest thing in the whole damn room. The outfit you're apparently supposed to wear is folded neatly on the bed. It's a dark set with a matched bra, panty, and garter belt, and it mixes lace and Swarovski crystals to look shimmery and frilly at the same time. (display: "prefin_hub")

(unless: $prefin_vanity_looked is true)[[[Look at the vanity.->prefin_vanity]] ](unless: $prefin_lingerie_looked is true)[[[Examine the lingerie.->prefin_lingerie]] ](unless: $prefin_nightstand_looked is true)[[[Search the nightstand.->prefin_nightstand]] ][[Get changed and head out.->prefin_headout]]

(set: $prefin_vanity_looked to true)You check the vanity and find a nice selection of makeup and brushes for guests to use. In the large mirror, you see that you don't look too much worse for wear despite the events of the day so far. A little flushed and mussed, and your hair is messed up from being stuck in a damn bondage-chair, but not bad, all things considered. "Vixen to Control and Polygraph, you think I should touch myself up a little?" "Her codename is **Princess**, and she left out custom lingerie for you," Ackerman says in your earpiece. "I think she'd want you to look pretty." "But not **too** pretty," Reed adds. "If she wants you there to celebrate her victory, then you represent SCISSOR. She'll want you to look defeated, so whatever you do, go for submissive and small, not dangerous." (if: $global_spec is 1)[Without the keen eyes that come from years of sharpshooting, you'd have missed the bit of paper sticking out from the back of one of the vanity drawers. You pull it out -- the vanity drawer has a tiny seam at the back, and the paper had slid most of the way in -- and look at it. It's a tear-open packet for a pill, and from what's left of the paper, you can make out the words, //Aphrodite Blue//. "Control, old drug packet for something called //Aphrodite Blue//. Ring any bells?" "Hah," Ackerman snorts. "High-end female pleasure enhancer. Not a roofie -- no blackouts or anything, just increases a lady's sexual desire a bunch for most folks. Nasty hangover later." "It was great how you had that information all on hand without having to look it up, Control." "Hey, Vixen, we all went to college, is all I'm saying." "If it's in the guest room," Reed says, "then it's for her guests, not for herself. Maybe she encourages them to take it, or maybe she slips it into their drink. That suggests she's not confident in her ability to bring someone else pleasure." "Or doesn't want to be bothered trying really hard," Ackerman adds. "A real pillow princess." "Good to know," you murmur, and slip the paper back into the drawer. ](display: "prefin_hub")

(set: $prefin_lingerie_looked to true)You pick up the lingerie that's been left for you. It is, to be blunt, **a lot**. The black plunge bra has delicate eyelash lace trim and sparkles with tiny crystals, and it's complemented with a silk strap that will circle your neck and then attach between your breasts with a large bow. Glittery side straps cross your breasts above the bra as well, making a little cage that combines with the silk collar to give more than a hint that you've been captured and are now on display. The garter belt and panties match the bra, both black and trimmed with a playful lacy fringe that makes it look like the world's shortest skirt, along with more little straps circling above the waist to add to the caged look. "Vixen to Control and Polygraph," you murmur. "She didn't skimp on the outfit. It's definitely bangwear and definitely says that I'm her sexy sexy prisoner." "Make sure to take pictures!" Ackerman says cheerfully. "Feminine but still in control," Reed notes. "She's going to want you to be submissive, and for want of a better word, **demure**. Girly, feminine, right?" "I'll see what I can do," you say with a grin. (if: $global_spec is 2)[Then the stockings themselves catch your eye. With an outfit like this, most people would leave the stockings simple, but these have a sheer champagne hue with lacy black tops. Big black silk bows show off where the garter straps will attach, and down the back of the stockings, the seam is highlighted with the words "Take Me" in flowing script. You wouldn't have noticed if not for the fact that you were looking at the outfit and preparing for hand-to-hand combat in it if necessary, but you're glad you noticed. "Something tells me our Pillow Princess has a thing for legs," you add. "We're dealing with someone who thinks of herself and her own pleasure first, and who thinks of others as wanting what she wants," Reed says. "If she likes **your** legs, odds are good she'll be **very** interested in you doing things to **hers**." "Good to know, Polygraph." ](display: "prefin_hub")

(set: $prefin_nightstand_looked to true)You do a quick search of the nightstand and find a few miscellaneous odds and ends in one of its little drawers. A couple of hair bands, a pen and a notepad, and a hotel keycard from one of the big chains here on Santa Frida. "Looks like our Princess has used this place to entertain guests a few times," you observe. "Makes sense," Ackerman says. "She's got to have allies working in the States to make this insane scheme possible." In the lower drawer, you find massage oil and tissues, as well as a USB charging adapter. "And I'm guessing she believes in mixing business and pleasure," you add. (if: $global_spec is 3)[The USB adapter catches your eye. It doesn't immediately look like anything special, but with your technical background, you recognize the design as fancier than normal -- gently curved edges and gold trim tracing around the smooth white plastic. You give it a closer look. "Control, I've got a USB adapter here, white with gold trim." Squinting at it, you add, "Little logo that reads Flannel-Diana-Sappho-Garnet. Anything?" "Oh, that's //Femmes Dangereuses: Satisfaction Garantie//," Reed answers before Ackerman can look it up. "**Very** high-end sex toys. Their vibrators use suction-based clitoral stimulation." "How high end are we talking?" Ackerman asks curiously. "I can give you a referral coupon after the mission," Reed says with a little laugh. "The only one that I remember having a custom USB charger is the Venus Shell -- it's kind of ridiculous, looks like a rainbow-colored shell and has a little dolphin-shaped G-spot stimulator to boot. Costs a fortune." (if: $with_reed is true)["Maybe you can show me how it works later," you say casually. Reed laughs. "I **wish** I could afford one of these." "Hmmm. Shopping trip after the mission? This sounds like a work expense." "I look forward to seeing you get that approved," Ackerman says with a snicker. ]"So at the very least," you say, "we know that our Pillow Princess continues to have expensive tastes." Couldn't hurt to know. ](display: "prefin_hub")

You shed the worker's clothes you'd disguised yourself in and, after touching yourself up at the vanity, slip on the lingerie. It fits perfectly -- apparently someone took your measurements while you were unconscious. (if: $prefin_lingerie_looked is true)[You thought you'd knew how it would look, but you weren't prepared for how it would feel. The soft lace of the bra and garter belt tickles your skin with each movement, and as you fasten the cage-front strap around your throat, the little //click// gives you a tiny shiver, like the sound of a lock snapping shut. You brush down the garter belt's scalloped fringe. It does indeed look like a tiny tiny skirt, leaving several inches of your thighs bare above the stockings.](else:)[The black plunge bra has delicate eyelash lace trim and sparkles with tiny crystals, and it's complemented with a silk strap that will circle your neck and then attach between your breasts with a large bow. Glittery side straps cross your breasts above the bra as well, making a little cage that combines with the silk collar to give more than a hint that you've been captured and are now on display. The garter belt and panties match the bra, both black and trimmed with a playful lacy fringe that makes it look like the world's shortest skirt, along with more little straps circling above the waist to add to the caged look.] With stockings and black stiletto heels to complete the look, you turn and examine yourself in the vanity. You're showing a lot of skin, and what isn't totally exposed is hinted at playfully with the lacy fringes and straps of silk glittering in the afternoon sun coming through the window. With the strap around your neck like a collar, you feel like a prize on display, feminine and submissive. If you were actually mind-controlled, that would be a perfect reflection of you. As it is, you're hoping that it makes the perfect disguise. You pull your hair up and away from your neck and into a high ponytail. Leaving your neck exposed will show off the collar more. Today, you're a prize -- a poisoned prize -- for the Pillow Princess. "Wish me luck, ladies," you murmur. [[Head toward the pool.->fin_start]] {(set: $chapter to "Honeypotting for Justice")}

With your stiletto heels clicking on the tile floor, you make your way through the villa. You reach a spacious common room, with multiple large golden sofas facing a giant flatscreen TV and a fully stocked bar at the back of the room. The bartender, a pretty black woman whose curly dark hair comes down to her shoulders, gives you an approving nod as you come in. "I was told to expect you," she says with a smile. "Princess is outside." She looks back at you with a bit of surprise. "You're doing very well," she says cautiously. "Dumb it down a little," Reed says in your ear. "I'm guessing the mind-control effect leaves most people woozy." You give the bartender a vacant smile and say nothing, and she nods after a moment. "Go out there," she says, and gestures at the large sliding glass door. You slide the door open and step out onto a patio, the hot tiles radiating the afternoon sun back up at your scantily clad skin. The sky is a rich blue, and the light is blinding for a moment, making you squint at what you see ahead. [[Continue.->fin_start_2]]

{(if: $prefin_vanity_looked is true)[(set: $prefin_vanity_looked to false)](else:)[(set: $prefin_vanity_looked to true)]}(display: "debug")

{(if: $prefin_lingerie_looked is true)[(set: $prefin_lingerie_looked to false)](else:)[(set: $prefin_lingerie_looked to true)]}(display: "debug")

{(if: $prefin_nightstand_looked is true)[(set: $prefin_nightstand_looked to false)](else:)[(set: $prefin_nightstand_looked to true)]}(display: "debug")

The pool itself is massive, and one side of it is glass, looking out over the cliff that sits at the edge of this pleasant yard. This side of the villa overlooks a steep drop into the water, rather than the city. The water catches the sun and throws the light at you with countless shimmering glittery points, moving with the waves. The reason there are waves in the pool is because the pool is filled with, and surrounded by, about a dozen beautiful women in various states of near-nudity. They come from all races and backgrounds, but they are all gorgeous, they are all slightly vacant-eyed, and they all have a cockatrice tattoo somewhere on their body. By the pool near the cliff overlooking the water stands the only fully clad woman in the area -- a tall, athletic woman whose muscular curves are hidden by a navy-blue military-looking uniform with a giant COCKATRICE logo on the upper arms. She has wavy chestnut hair that hangs past her shoulders, and a super-model's face -- at least, as far as you can tell, since currently, most of that face is buried between the breasts of Tricia, the girl from the warehouse (if: $wh_had_nookie is true)[who you helped have an orgasm to save her life](else:)[who wanted you to give her an orgasm to save her life]. Tricia is now wearing a pale green bikini that complements her dark tan and generous curves, and her head is thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open as the tall woman ravishes her breasts. (link: 'Kneel before the uniformed woman. "Princess, I am here."')[(set: $lives_used to it +1)(goto: "fin_pickuniform1a")] (link: 'Bow respectfully to the uniformed woman. "I come to serve, Princess."')[(set: $lives_used to it +1)(goto: "fin_pickuniform1b")] [[Kneel before Tricia. "I am here, Princess."->fin_picktricia]]

"Me?" the uniformed woman says in surprise as Tricia pulls herself from the woman's grasp. "Didn't your Domina tell you who I was?" Tricia asks, crossing her arms and glaring at you. "I told her specifically to do so." Oh. **Tricia** is Pillow Princess. Whoops. **LIFE LOST!** (if: $lives_used < $max_lives)[[[Continue.->fin_recover_ID]]](else:)[[[Continue.->fin_mistaken_ID]]]

Being a spy is all about catching the details and connecting the dots. Like how Tricia's whole story about needing to have an orgasm or else she'd die doesn't really line up with the original victims, who had become catatonic, or the later threat of you becoming mind-controlled. (if: $wh_asked_tattoo)[Or how Tricia didn't have a tattoo back in the warehouse, and still doesn't seem to have one. ](if: $bd_info_from_warehouse)[Or how Tricia specifically asked you to do her like **you'd** want to be done just before you were captured and delivered to a Domina who tried to use that information to break you. ](if: $wh_had_nookie)[Or how that knockout gas back in the warehouse conveniently waited until **after** Tricia had her orgasm before rendering you unconscious. ]Or how you're looking for a spy codenamed //Pillow Princess//, so if the uniformed woman is **giving** pleasure with her head between Tricia's breasts right now, then odds are that she isn't the one in charge. With that in mind, you kneel before Tricia and say, "I am here, Princess." Tricia raises a hand, and the uniformed woman lets go of her and steps back. "A moment, Lieutenant." She smiles at you and offers a hand, and you rise back to your feet. [[Continue.->fin_premoves1]]

After a moment's pique, Tricia -- or apparently Pillow Princess -- sighs. "A little confusion so soon after your conditioning is to be expected, I suppose. Especially coming from SCISSOR with all those silly ideas in your head." She smiles and beckons for you to come to her side. [[Continue.->fin_premoves1]]

Tricia -- or apparently, Pillow Princess -- looks to the uniformed woman. "Lieutenant, I believe that our new recruit from SCISSOR may need more conditioning," she says with a little smile. The lieutenant's hand goes to her waist, but you're there before she can draw her sidearm. Your palm cracks into her temple, and she goes down hard. For a moment, it seems like this might actually still be salvageable. Get the gun, hold Pillow Princess at gunpoint until she gives up the shipping information... "Ladies!" Pillow Princess cries. "Get her!" She points at you. And then a dozen beautiful, scantily clad women converge on you. As you go down under a tangle of well-lotioned skin, the last thing you can think is that as deaths go, this could have been worse. [[The End.->endgame]]

"I am here, Princess," you say to the uniformed woman from your knees, hoping that you've conveyed the right amount of mind-controlled-ness. (display: "fin_pickuniform")

"I come to serve, Princess," you say to the uniformed woman with a bow, hoping that you've conveyed the right amount of mind-controlled-ness. (display: "fin_pickuniform")

Pillow Princess claps her hands, and the women splashing in and sitting around the pool all stop and look up. "Girls," she says, "Go inside. The bad girls at SCISSOR have sent us a new gift..." She looks over at you and smiles, her lips curving sweetly as she takes you in. "...and I look forward to unwrapping her." "Control to Vixen," Ackerman says quietly in your earpiece. "I finally got to the outside security cameras. Is that the straight girl from the warehouse who needed an orgasm or she'd die?" "Apparently not **that** straight," Reed adds. While your teammates are helpfully talking in your ear, the other women are getting out of the pool and going back inside. In moments, it's just you, Tricia the Pillow Princess, and her lieutenant, who steps back out of the way but doesn't leave. Judging by the sidearm in its holster at her waist, she's here in case something goes wrong. Pillow Princess pulls you to a chair near the pool. Unlike the other standard deck chairs, this one is a veritable throne, its bronze legs carved with the by-now-expected cockatrice symbols. A mini-fridge sits next to it, topped with a wooden storage box that is half-filled with a variety of expensive-looking sex toys (and a massive power brick for anything that needs to plug in) and totally covered with gilded cockatrice decorations -- and on the other side, a tall pole like a tiki torch stands shooting a low flame up into the air, except that of **course** it's not a tiki torch, it's a bronze cockatrice statue atop the pole, and the flames shoot out of its mouth. Give her points for consistency, anyway. [[fin_premoves2<-Continue.]]

{ (set: $fin_did_pull to false) (set: $fin_did_kiss to false) (set: $fin_did_fingers to false) (set: $fin_position to 0) (set: $did_first_turn to false) }In the bright afternoon sun, Tricia (aka Pillow Princess) is a golden goddess in her little green bikini, her dark glossy hair shining as she lounges in her throne. She looks too young to be a former agent of SCISSOR, but cosmetic surgery can work wonders these days, and she was likely recruited in college. "I've been waiting for the Domina to break you," she says, her lips curling into a sweet smile. "I knew SCISSOR would send someone to try to stop me, and having you here, serving me, as the shipment goes out will make it all the sweeter. By this time tomorrow, my temporary tattoos will be all over the United States, and bad girls just like you will find themselves feeling naughty and helpless... and then they'll be good girls, ready to serve COCKATRICE." "All right, Vixen," Ackerman says in your earpiece, "time for you to lay on the charm and get the intel on that shipment out of her. We've had no luck with the encryption so far." "Good luck," Reed adds. "You can do it." "Look at you..." Pillow Princess cocks her head, throwing her hair back and looking at you with wide-eyed innocence. "My SCISSOR slave, all locked up and collared and ready to serve." She reaches out and playfully tweaks the lacy fringe around your waist, tugging on it a little and sending shocks of tickling sensation across the skin of your belly and hips. "Such a good girl. What will you do for me?" (display: "fin_moveshub")

(unless: $fin_did_pull is true)[[[Pull her into your arms.->fin_pull_start]] ](unless: $fin_did_kiss is true)[[[Start kissing her feet and work your way up.->fin_kiss_start]] ](unless: $fin_did_fingers is true)[[[Slide your fingers under those pretty green bikini panties.->fin_fingers_start]] ]

{(set: $fin_did_pull to true) }(if: $fin_position is 0)[You approach her on her throne, and for a moment, you stand over her. ](elseif: $fin_position is 2)[You stand up suddenly, holding her legs apart as you do, and lick your lips as you look down at her. ](else:)[You slide out of the throne and stand up. Looking down at her, you slowly trail the finger that had just been inside her across your lips and inhale with a smile. ]With her sitting and you in heels, you tower over her, and she has a tiny hint of delighted nervousness as she looks up at you. You take her hands and pull her up to her feet, and as she rises, you wrap your arms around her, one hand cradling the back of her neck while the other cups her back, crushing her against you. Your lips find hers, and you take her with long deep kisses, nibbling her lips until she opens her mouth and then twining your tongue with hers. For a moment, she seems shocked, paralyzed, and then she kisses you back, and her hands slide up to cup your bottom and squeeze. Her nails rake up your back, and she pulls her mouth away from yours and lays a trail of hard, biting kisses down the length of your neck. Her knee slides between your legs and pushes them apart, and she pulls your crotch against her thigh, forcing you to grind on her. "Do you like this?" she whispers into your ear, her fingers tangled in your hair. "Is this what you want?" {(set: $fin_position to 1) }(link: '"It feels amazing. You are so strong, so powerful..."')[(set: $lives_used to it +1)(goto: "fin_pull_bad")] [["Do you want me to like it?"->fin_pull_good]] (if: $prefin_vanity_looked is true and $global_spec is 1)[[["No one has ever made me feel this way."->fin_pull_seduce]]]

{(set: $fin_did_kiss to true) }(if: $fin_position is 0)[You kneel before her as she sits on her throne, and she looks at you in surprise. Then you reach out, slowly and reverently, and take hold of her bare foot with both hands. ](elseif: $fin_position is 1)[You break your tight embrace and ease her back down onto her throne, and she looks at you in surprise. Then you lower yourself to your knees and slowly, reverently, take hold of her bare foot with both hands. ](else:)[You slide out of the throne and drop to your knees before her, and she looks at you in surprise. Then you reach out, slowly and reverently, and take hold of her bare foot with both hands. ]Your fingers tense and relax as you massage her arch, and she sinks into the chair, her eyes half-lidded in pleasure. After a moment, you bend down and kiss her pretty little toes. "Mmm," she murmurs, opening her eyes. "Look at you down there. So pretty, with your collar keeping you safe, a good girl for me." Seeing her eyes on you, you keep your legs together and your butt arched out, bending forward to show off your assets as you keep kissing her. As your lips move to her ankles, she gasps, and you crawl forward, your eyes down, listening to her ragged breathing as your lips trace a pattern up her warm legs. Her hands clutch your hair as you playfully lick the inside of her knee, pulling your head up her thigh toward those bright green bikini panties. She spreads her legs for you and pulls you closer, and you make the tiniest little exploratory darting motion with your tongue, tracing the edge of the bikini along the inside of her thigh. You can already smell her scent. Her hands tighten into a fist on your hair, and she pulls your head up to look at her. She's flushed, her breasts heaving and her eyes glazed, wanton and ready. "Look at me, SCISSOR-slave," she commands. "Tell me what you see."{(set: $fin_position to 2)} [["A beautiful young lady."->fin_kiss_good]] (link: '"A fucking goddess."')[(set: $lives_used to it +1)(goto: "fin_kiss_bad")] (if: $prefin_lingerie_looked is true and $global_spec is 2)[[[Work on her legs more. "A princess who needs attention."->fin_kiss_seduce]]]

{(set: $fin_did_fingers to true) }(if: $fin_position is 0)[You step to her confidently, your hips swaying and making the lacy fringe of your garter belt dance with each step. Her eyes widen in surprise at your forward attitude, and you let your eyes go half-lidded to keep up the pretense of being mind-controlled. Her throne is large, definitely large enough for two, and you slide onto it beside her and take her in your arms with a little smile. ](elseif: $fin_position is 1)[With a little smile, you loosen your embrace, and then you pull her down onto the throne with you beside her. ](else:)[You rise from your kneeling position and slowly close her legs. She seems surprised for a moment, but smiles as you ease yourself forward and slide onto the throne and into her arms. ]With one hand, you stroke her glossy black hair. The other, you slide down her neck, following the line of her collarbone and then cupping her breast possessively. "Mmm," she murmurs, and you lean in to kiss her neck, squeezing her breast and pulling you to her a little. "Such a good girl." Her breath has a little catch in it. You let the hand that's tangled in her hair slide down to grip the back of her neck, and the hand that's on her breast slides down her golden belly and under her bikini briefs. She gasps as your fingers find her wetness and begin stroking the length of her slit. Now **her** hands tighten on you, nails digging into your arms as you play with her slowly and deliberately. She pushes you back, and for a moment you're worried that you've been too aggressive, but she looks at you, her eyes smoldering, and then looks at the box full of sex toys beside you. "Get me a toy."{(set: $fin_position to 3)} (link: 'Grab a big black dildo. "Nothing but the best for my badass princess."')[(set: $lives_used to it +1)(goto: "fin_fingers_bad")] [["But I don't know what you want. I want to make you happy."->fin_fingers_good]] (if: $prefin_nightstand_looked is true and $global_spec is 3)[[[Look for a Venus Shell by //Femmes Dangereuses: Satisfaction Garantie//.->fin_fingers_seduce]]]

"It feels amazing," you gasp. "You're so strong, so powerful..." "Powerful?" she whispers, and her hands go still. **LIFE LOST!** (if: $lives_used < $max_lives)["Remember, she's a princess," Vixen says in your earpiece. "She doesn't **want** to be strong and powerful!" "Your beauty," you add, running your hands down her back, "the way you make me feel, it's too strong for me, and I can't resist you, my Princess." She relaxes, and you mentally breathe a sigh of relief at dodging a bullet. This position clearly isn't going to work, though. Time to try something else. [[Continue.->fin_next_turn]]](else:)[[[Continue.->fin_outoflives]]]

You pause, and then, with a little-girl hitch in your throat, you ask, "Do you want me to like it?" You can tell it turns her on, and she bites you savagely, panting. "Yes. Yes I do. You are so big and strong, and now you're mine." She tugs on the collar around your throat and pulls your face down to her breasts. "Smell me. Taste me." You inhale deeply and run your tongue along the edge of the bikini. "That's right. My little toy. I give you pleasure. I give you everything." (if: $fin_did_pull is true and $fin_did_kiss is true and $fin_did_fingers is true)["Take off my top," she commands, her voice husky, and you pull the little bow on her back open. Her top falls away. "Play with me." Your fingers trace over her breasts, and when you bring your lips down on her nipple, she gasps. "Ahhh, yes. That's right. Give it to me. Give it to your princess!" [[fin_win1<-Continue.]]](else:)[You keep kissing and licking, but you can tell that her interest in this position is waning. Time to try something new to turn up the heat. [[fin_next_turn<-Continue.]]]

You remember the little pakcet of //Aphrodite Blue// in the guest room. She's insecure about giving other people pleasure, either because of or part of the reason why she's a pillow princess. With that in mind, you stare deep into her eyes, breasts heaving, and murmur, "No one has ever made me feel this way." Her eyes widen, and you add with a shy little hitch, "Back in the warehouse, when I looked down at you lying there, all sexy and innocent, I wanted you so badly. (if: $wh_had_nookie is true)[When we made love, I felt something I'd never felt before.](else:)[That's why I was afraid to make love to you then, for fear that I'd lose myself.]" "Take off my top," she commands suddenky, her voice husky, and you pull the little bow on her back open. Her top falls away. "Taste me while I make you feel good." Your fingers trace over her breasts as she keeps you grinding against her thigh, and you arch your back in a gasp, then bring your lips down onto her nipple and bite. "Ahhh, yes. That's right. Give it to me. Give it to your princess!" [[Continue.->fin_win1]] (set: $fin_did_seduce to true)

(unless: $did_first_turn is true)["You need to try something else, Vixen," Reed says in your earpiece, which you had kind of figured out already, but it's good, and also a tiny bit annoying, to hear the confirmation. "Keep up the pressure. You can do it." (if: $fin_position is 1)[Still standing there with Pillow Princess held tightly in your arms, you get ready to make your next move.](elseif: $fin_position is 2)[Still kneeling there between her legs, you get ready to make your next move.](else:)[Still sitting in her seat beside her, you get ready to make your next move.](set: $did_first_turn to true)](else:)["You've almost got it, Vixen," Reed says. "Damn straight," Ackerman adds. "I'm on the security cameras, and you're sexy as hell." Reed laughs. "Now switch it up and take her home."] (display: "fin_moveshub")

"Lieutenant," Pillow Princess says, "I think our SCISSOR-slave still has some fight in her." "Vixen, get out of there!" Ackerman shouts in your ear, and you start to move, but a stunning blow from behind leaves you seeing stars. When you come back to your senses, Pillow Princess and her lieutenant are standing over you, and Pillow Princess holds up a thin piece of plastic film in one hand. Looking closer, you see that it's one of the tattoos. "This time," she murmurs, "I'm going to watch you break." The lieutenant's fist comes down before you can get up, and your last thought is that if you actually survive this, it's going to look really bad on your resume. [[The End.->endgame]]

Pillow Princess is bucking wildly (if: $fin_position is 1)[under your fingers](elseif: $fin_position is 2)[under your tongue](else:)[beside you on the throne], and her breath comes in hot frantic pants. "You're so beautiful," you (unless: $fin_position is 2)[say, trading your fingers in for your tongue for a moment](else:)[murmur]. "I'm so glad SCISSOR brought me to you." "SCISSOR thought they could stop me," she gasps. "Fools." "But what if they send more?" you ask in concern, (if: $fin_position is 1)[teasing and pinching her nipples as you writhe against her](elseif: $fin_position is 2)[dropping your tongue back to her clit for a moment before popping up again](else:)[keeping your fingers flexing in a steady driving rhythm]. "I don't want them to hurt my princess." "They're too late!" she cries. "The shipment took off fifteen minutes ago. By 8:00 our time, it will be in Los Angeles, and then the country is ours!" "Checking anything that took off in the last forty-five minutes scheduled to land in L.A. around eight," Ackerman says in your earpiece. "Got it down to three... checking their manifests... got it! Flight Catra-Taco-Rosa-zero-seven-eight. That's our target. I've got a Valkyrie inbound now." You continue (if: $fin_position is 1)[bucking and heaving against Pillow Princess while biting her nipples](elseif: $fin_position is 2)[ravishing her clit with your mouth](else:)[your come-hither motion in a perfect rhythm], and Pillow Princess is making little breathy whimpers as she gets close. "Three," Ackerman says, "two, one... confirmed takedown." Behind you, far off in the distance, you hear a distant thunderclap. "Wh... wait, what is that?" Pillow Princess asks. [[Continue.->fin_win2]]

You smile dreamily, looking up between her legs. "A beautiful young lady. And I am your good girl." Her eyes sear you with their heat, and she pushes your head back down. You trail kisses around the edge of her bikini, then lift the edge up and dart your tongue inside, feeling her trembling at your touch. "You are," she says. "SCISSOR made you bad, made you do things good girls shouldn't. Good girls do what they're told, and now you're mine, and I'll make sure you do everything right." (if: $fin_did_pull is true and $fin_did_kiss is true and $fin_did_fingers is true)[With shaking fingers, she pulls open a bow on the side of her bikini briefs. "Good girls kiss," she says as her brief falls away, and you bury your tongue inside her. "Ohhhh, yes. Good girls lick. Good girls taste!" And then, as your tongue finds her clit, she stops talking altogether and shudders against you, her fingers fisted in your hair. [[fin_win1<-Continue.]]](else:)[You keep your lips moving around her thighs, offering to keep going, but you can tell that she needs something else. [[fin_next_turn<-Continue.]]]

"A fucking goddess," you breathe, looking up at her with absolute sincerity. She winces, and her legs tighten. **LIFE LOST!** (if: $lives_used < $max_lives)["No swearing," Vixen says in your ear. "She's a princess. Princesses don't use bad words." Shit, right. "I'm sorry, my princess," you breathe. "What you do to me makes me use the bad words, but I'll make it up to you, I promise." "That's better," she murmurs, and she sighs happily as you go back to kissing her, but it's clear that she's lost the rhythm. Time to change it up. [[Continue.->fin_next_turn]]](else:)[[[Continue.->fin_outoflives]]]

Looking up at her, you remember that she isn't just an evil mastermind planning to take over the world. She's an evil mastermind who went by the codename //Pillow Princess//. This isn't just about sex for her, or even controlling you. This is someone whose greatest satisfaction comes from being **taken care of**. And she almost definitely has a thing for legs, and **really** liked it when you massaged her arches. You smile up at her. "A princess who needs attention," you murmur, and sit back a little. For a moment, she seems confused, but then your hands circle out around her legs and squeeze her arches again, and she moans with pleasure. "My princess has done so much," you say, your strong hands massaging their way up her ankles to her calves, "and she deserves to be pampered." Pillow Princess melts into her throne as you knead her calves, shutting her eyes and biting her lower lip. Slowly, ever so slowly, you slide your hands up to massage her thighs. This time, she moans, and when you run your fingers down the muscle, hard enough to squeeze out any tension, she actually whimpers. You bend forward again, still working, and her eyes snap open, searing you with their heat. She pushes your head back down, and you trail kisses around the edge of her bikini, then lift the edge up and dart your tongue inside, feeling her trembling at your touch. With shaking fingers, she pulls open a bow on the side of her bikini briefs. "Good girls kiss," she says as her brief falls away, and you bury your tongue inside her. "Ohhhh, yes. Good girls lick. Good girls taste!" And then, as your tongue finds her clit, she stops talking altogether and shudders against you, her fingers fisted in your hair. [[Continue.->fin_win1]] (set: $fin_did_seduce to true)

She's enjoyed being handled and taken so far, so you grab a giant black dildo and smile wickedly. "Nothing but the best for my badass princess." She freezes beside you, her expresison going blank. **LIFE LOST!** (if: $lives_used < $max_lives)["Remember, she's a **princess**," Reed says in your earpiece. "She doesn't like bad language, and she definitely doesn't like being called badass." Crap. Right. "Or..." You pause and give her a confused look. "No. I'm a good girl now. A good girl wouldn't do this." You blink slowly and then put the dildo back down. "That's right," she says with an encouraging smile, and pulls you back to her, but it's clear that you need to change things up. [[Continue.->fin_next_turn]]](else:)[[[Continue.->fin_outoflives]]]

What do you get for the girl who wants everything? It's too risky. Pick the wrong thing, and either you've botched whatever training the Domina was supposed to give you or let slip that you've still got a mind of your own. What you need to show Pillow Princess right now is **submission**. "But I don't know what **you** want," you whisper. "I want to make you happy." Her eyes go wide, and she pulls you back to her. "Oh, you do, my new SCISSOR-slave," she whispers, pulling your hand back down to her bikini bottom. As you slide your fingers back into her, she groans. "You make me **so** happy. You don't argue or try to make it about you. You just want to be good for your princess, and that makes me... mmm..." She breaks off as you slide your fingers deeper into her. (if: $fin_did_pull is true and $fin_did_kiss is true and $fin_did_fingers is true)[She darts a hand into the box and comes back with a ridiculous-looking massage wand with a clamshell head. "Don't stop," she says shakily, and turns it on and brings the wand down to her clit. "Keep going." As your fingers slide and flex inside of her, you feel the powerful vibrations pulsing through her body. "Faster, please, more curling than thrusting. That's right." You feel her body starting to buck and tense in rhythm with your fingers, and you clamp your other hand down on her shoulder and kiss your way down her collarbone to her breasts. "Just like that," she pants. "Just like that. Oh, good girl. Good girl!" [[fin_win1<-Continue.]]](else:)[But while she seems happy again with you stroking her, she isn't moving with the same building tension as before. This is **nice**, but it isn't going to be what brings her over the edge. [[fin_next_turn<-Continue.]]]

Remembering the USB charger you saw back in the guest room, you look in the box, and after a moment you see it: the ridiculous clamshell-headed shape of the Venus Shell by //Femmes Dangereuses: Satisfaction Garantie//. You take it out and offer it to her with a look of trepidation. Her eyes widen with with delight, and she takes it from you and pulls you into a hard kiss. "You know exactly what your princess wants," she says, pulling your hand back down to her bikini briefs. You take the invitation and slide your fingers back inside her, and she gasps in pleasure. "Don't stop," she says shakily, and turns the wand on and brings it down to her clit. "Keep going." As your fingers slide and flex inside of her, you feel the powerful vibrations pulsing through her body. "Faster, please, more curling than thrusting. That's right." You feel her body starting to buck and tense in rhythm with your fingers, and you clamp your other hand down on her shoulder and kiss your way down her collarbone to her breasts. "Just like that," she pants. "Just like that. Oh, good girl. Good girl!" [[Continue.->fin_win1]] (set: $fin_did_seduce to true)

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You spring into motion before Pillow Princess can react, (if: $fin_position is 1)[shoving her back onto her throne as you spin toward her lieutenant](elseif: $fin_position is 2)[leaping to your feet and spinning toward her lieutenant](else:)[leaping from the throne toward her lieutenant]. The lieutenant is fast. She gets her sidearm out, but you check her arm, move in, and send her crumpling to the ground with an uppercut to the jaw. Her gun flies from her hand and clatters to the ground not far from the cliff, just on the edge of the pool. "That," you say cheerfully, looking off at the explosion in the distant sky, "was a Valkyrie-class aircraft blowing flight CTR-078 out of the sky." Pillow Princess gapes at you. "You can't! You're mine!" "I'm not **anybody's** good girl," you fire back, still smiling, "especially not yours." You look down at your outfit, then back at her. "But I **am** keeping the bangwear, thanks." Her pretty face contorts into a grimace, and she leaps from her throne. She grabs the pole, the one with the cockatrice-breathing-fire torch on the end, yanks it from its support base, and points it at you. You have just enough time to dive out of the way as the little torch suddenly spits out a wave of liquid flame. Apparently Pillow Princess has opted not to come along quietly. (if: $global_spec is 1)[[[Dive for the lieutenant's gun and shoot her.->fin_win3_gun_a]] [[Dive for the sex toy box and throw something at her.->fin_win3_gun_b]]](elseif: $global_spec is 2)[[[Use your stiletto heels to disarm her.->fin_win3_melee_a]] [[Dive for the sex toy box and find a melee weapon.->fin_win3_melee_b]]](else:)[[[Go in hand-to-hand and sabotage the torch.->fin_win3_tech_a]] [[Dive for the sex toy box and find a weapon.->fin_win3_tech_b]]]

You dive toward the cliff, go into a roll, and come up in a crouch with the pistol in your grasp. "You've ruined everything, you filthy slut!" Pillow Princess yells, and you hear her charging. You turn, see her swinging the big torch-staff with flames spewing out toward you, realize she's swinging low, and leap to the side. "And you..." Your leap carries you over the trail of fire, and you fire in midair. "...need to stop slut-shaming. Also, never bring a torch to a gunfight." Pillow Princess staggers past you, clutching the wound in her shoulder, and then falls over the cliff. [[Continue.->fin_win4]]

Before Pillow Princess can turn the fire on you again, you dive to the sex toy drawer. "You've ruined everything, you filthy slut!" Pillow Princess yells, turning the torch toward you. As she does, you bring up what you've grabbed and throw the biggest, thickest, pinkest dildo you have ever seen like a hatchet. It flies end over end, and thanks to your impressive sharpshooting skills, sinks hilt-deep into the mouth of the cockatrice that doubles as the torch's spigot just as Pillow Princess pulls the trigger to activate the flamethrower. The torch explodes in a small greasy fireball that sends Pillow Princess staggering back, flailing blindly at the bits of flame that wash over her. She stumbles, takes a few more steps, and then falls from the cliff. You give a nod of approval to the now-smoking pink dildo as it rolls to a stop by your feet. "And you need to stop slut-shaming. And talking with your mouth full." [[Continue.->fin_win4]]

As Pillow Princess comes at you, you slip your stiletto heels off and take one in each hand. "You've ruined everything, you filthy slut!" she shouts, swinging the torch at your head like a quarterstaff. You move in, catch the torch just behind the head between your two heels, and then snap one of the heels down hard on her wrist. She yelps, dropping the torch, and your other heel smacks her on the forehead. "I didn't ruin these heels," you reply as she staggers back. "And you need to stop slut-shaming." Your years of Escrima knife and stick training haven't exactly focused on shoes as melee weapons a ton, but they still get the job done. You move in, heels coming in from both sides, and when Pillow Princess raises her arms to block, you launch a front kick into her unprotected chest. She staggers back, stumbles, and falls off the cliff with a little cry. [[Continue.->fin_win4]]

You dive to the box of sex toys and scramble for something to use as a melee weapon. "You've ruined everything, you filthy slut!" Pillow Princess yells, turning the torch toward you. The flames gutter as she prepares to trigger the flamethrower again. You pull a hefty massage wand from the box, realize it has a power cord, and use the cord to spin it once over your head. "You need to stop slut-shaming," you reply. "Maybe you need some good vibrations." The massage wand cracks across her temple, and she stumbles, flailing wildly with the torch and sending flames spewing out harmlessly to your left. Still spinning the massage wand, you swing low. Your strike sweeps her legs out from under her, and she falls into her lovely glass-sided pool. Before she can surface, you've jogged over to where the lieutenant's gun lies on the ground. "Feeling better?" you call as you pick up the gun. She sees you holding it and dives back underwater. Which is fine. Hitting a moving target with water distortion might be a bit tricky, but you're sure you can hit the broad side of a barn. Or in this case, a pool. The wall on the side of the pool is built to withstand pressure, so the first couple shots only leave large spiderweb cracks in the glass. With the third shot, the wall buckles and shatters, and the pool water sprays out over the cliff, making a little waterfall down into the ocean below. You see Pillow Princess scrambling, and then she's airborne, and then she's gone. [[Continue.->fin_win4]]

You leap toward her instead of away, which surprises her, and you're able to get past the torch, grab hold of it with one hand, and throw a punch with the other. Pillow Princess is fast, though. She pivots and throws a furious kick that sends you stumbling back. "You've ruined everything, you filthy slut!" "You need to stop slut-shaming," you fire back, and she glares at you, turns the torch in your direction, and pulls the trigger for the flamethrower. Which is just what you were counting on. Instead of spewing flames all over you, the torch makes a guttering clank noise. Pillow Princess looks down at it in alarm, and then at you. You hold up the firing pin you stripped from torch when you grabbed it and give her a wicked smile. "Sorry to have left you all hot and bothered." The torch explodes in a small greasy fireball that sends Pillow Princess staggering back, flailing blindly at the bits of flame that wash over her. She stumbles, takes a few more steps, and then falls from the cliff. [[Continue.->fin_win4]]

You dive to the box of sex toys and scramble for something to use as a melee weapon. "You've ruined everything, you filthy slut!" Pillow Princess yells, turning the torch toward you. The flames gutter as she prepares to trigger the flamethrower again. You pull a hefty massage wand from the box, realize it has a power cord, and use the cord to spin it once over your head. "You need to stop slut-shaming," you reply. The massage wand swings out low and sweeps her legs out from under her, and she falls into her lovely glass-sided pool. Before she can surface, you shoved the AC adapter into the sex box's power brick, and as she comes up, you hold up the now plugged-in massage wand and then toss it into the pool. As the massage wand crackles and Pillow Princess yells in pain, you jog over to where the lieutenant's gun lies on the ground. "And here I thought you'd enjoy the Shocker," you call as you pick up the gun. She sees you holding it and dives back underwater. Which is fine. Hitting a moving target with water distortion might be a bit tricky, but you're sure you can hit the broad side of a barn. Or in this case, a pool. The wall on the side of the pool is built to withstand pressure, so the first couple shots only leave large spiderweb cracks in the glass. With the third shot, the wall buckles and shatters, and the pool water sprays out over the cliff, making a little waterfall down into the ocean below. You see Pillow Princess scrambling, and then she's airborne, and then she's gone. [[Continue.->fin_win4]]

You step over to the cliff and look down to the ocean far below. It's a steep drop on this part of the island, and you don't see any sign of Pillow Princess on the few rocks that jut out hundreds of feet below. "Control to Vixen, you good?" You smile. "All good, Control. Pillow Princess is neutralized, most likely dead. (if: $wh_lost_reed is true)[Until you get here, Polygraph and I--"](else:)[Until you get here, I can--"] Then a blow catches you from behind sending you crashing to the ground. [[Continue.->fin_win5]]

By the time you've come back to your senses a few precious seconds later, the lieutenant you **thought** was unconscious is standing over you. She's retrieved her gun and is glaring down at you with hate in her eyes. "I'm guessing you've got some of your friends from SCISSOR listening in," she snarls. "I **told** her we should just kill you, but she insisted on celebrating. And now we're left with nothing **to** celebrate." She shakes her head. "You fucked up our plans, SCISSOR. Now, before I go crawling to my old drug operation, I think it's only fair I fuck **you** up first." She raises her gun. Two shots ring out. And as the lieutenant falls to the ground, gun slipping from her fingers, Agent Reed, standing by the sliding glass door (if: $wh_lost_reed is true)[in her worker's uniform](else:)[in the dark blouse and jeans she was wearing when the two of you hit the warehouse], calls out, (if: $with_reed)["Nobody fucks her up except **me**."](else:)["Fuck **you**."] "Excellent timing(if: $with_reed)[, babe]," you call back, getting to your feet with a grimace. (if: $wh_lost_reed)["I came running as soon as I heard the fight start,"](else:)["I got here as quickly as I could,"] she says. "Thought you might need a little backup." You look down at the lieutenant. "You thought right." Reed smiles. "I'm sure you'd have thought of something." She lowers her handgun and looks around. "Control, come by whenever. We'll be here by the pool." "Roger that, Polygraph." Ackerman's voice is warm. "Nice work, you two." [[Wait for Control.->epi_start]] (set: $chapter to "Not That Kind of Debriefing")

**The Next Day** "I trust you're comfortable?" Director Branch asks in a deadpan voice, staring at you over the video link in your hotel room while you sip your strawberry daiquiri. It turns out that the Hotel Rios has **amazing** room service. "Just trying to rebuild my vitamin C and antioxidants after being captured and abused before fighting my way to freedom, Director." You shift on the corner of the hotel bed and take another sip. The straw makes a rattly noise at the bottom of the glass. You **did** just kind of save the world, so you are absolutely entitled to lounge in your bathrobe. You've even got the video link tilted so that Branch is only looking at your face. And, at the moment, your daiquiri. "Mm-hmm." Director Branch gives a tiny, barely noticeable sigh. "In any event, I've already spoken with Agent Reed, but I wanted to bring you up to speed." (if: $with_reed is true)[Your hotel room door opens, and you glance over inconspicuously to see Agent Reed herself slip inside. She is **also** wearing her bathrobe, and she gives you a little wave and smile as she pads forward. [[Continue.->epi_sex1]](set: $chapter to "Apparently That Kind of Debriefing")](else:)[[[Continue.->epi_nosex1]]]

With an impish smile, Reed pads over to you. With one slinky little shrug, her bathrobe slides off, revealing she's wearing nothing underneath. Oh, so it's going to be **that** kind of debriefing. (if: $hotel_sex_finished is true)[Reed puts her fingers to her lips to tell you to stay quiet, still grinning. ](else:)["You've been **so** patient," Reed whispers, "and I think you've waited **more** than long enough." ]Crawling forward and staying careful to remain out of sight of the video link's camera, (if: $global_pref is 1 or $global_pref is 2)[she flips open your bathrobe, revealing the thin cotton panties you had on underneath. With a practiced gesture, she begins sliding them off, and you've got no choice but to raise your butt ever so slightly to let her remove them easily.](else:)[she flips your bathrobe open to reveal your pale white bra underneath. With a practiced gesture, she unhooks it and slides it off your shoulders, her fingers warm but gentle on your skin. You keep your head up and in-frame on the camera, incredibly grateful you didn't have it set to show you from the waist up.] (display: "epi_planereact") (if: $global_pref is 1)[Now that your panties are off, Reed has begun massaging your legs with long slow strokes that start at your ankles, slide all the way up the inside of your thighs, and then luxuriously sweep across your slit, teasing the folds each time she slides them open. [[Continue.->epi_sex2_v1]]](elseif: $global_pref is 2)[Now that your panties are off, Reed slides her tongue up your slit and then swirls it around your clitoris, teasing slowly. After every few circles, her tongue rasps across it directly, jolting you with a shuddering wave of pleasure. [[Continue.->epi_sex2_c1]]](else:)[Now that your bra is off, Reed slides up behind you, keeping herself just offscreen. Her hands wrap around you from behind, sliding over your breasts. Your nipples are already hard and aching, and her fingers tweak them with little jolts of pleasure as she lets her hands roam. [[Continue.->epi_sex2_n1]]]

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"First, the //Brynhild//," Branch says. (if: $plane_crashed is true)["We located the wreckage. Anything that could tie it to SCISSOR has been either recovered or destroyed." She smiles a little. "Sorry about your luggage." "Sorry about your plane," you reply(if: $with_reed is true)[, your breath coming a little faster as you try to keep a straight face].](else:)["It's been refueled and is ready to go whenever you. We haven't been able to re-arm it, so hopefully you and Agent Reed can avoid any more aerial exploits on the way back." "We'll do our best," you reply(if: $with_reed is true)[, your breath coming a little faster as you try to keep a straight face].]

"As for the warehouse," Branch continues, (if: $wh_lost_reed is true)["we've sent out sweepers. We've captured most of the people COCKATRICE had working there, but we can't be certain we got all of them. Of those we've captured, most seem to be guns for hire with little knowledge of the inner workings of the organization. Most of those in the know were at the main compound."](else:)["we sent out sweepers, and we believe we've captured everyone who was there. As far as we can tell, the workers at the warehouse were guns for hire with little knowledge of the inner workings of the organization. Most of those in the know were at the main compound."] "What about the drugs at the warehouse?" you ask(if: $with_reed is true)[, trying to cover the hitch in your breath with a tiny little cough]. "All accounted for." Branch nods. "We're analyzing it, and with what we got from the warehouse combined with the COCKATRICE servers at the main compound, we should be able to engineer an antidote. Those women who we found to start all this should be back on their feet in a few days."

"Speaking of the compound, it's now under SCISSOR control. We're still pulling data from the server, but what we've found has already piqued the interest of the folks at INTERPOL." Branch raises an eyebrow. "It seems our Pillow Princess had her fingers in a **lot** of pies." "And vice versa," you shoot back(if: $with_reed is true)[, hoping that neither your flushed skin nor the sound of your toes curling is noticeable over the video link]. Branch starts to smirk, then hides it successfully and professionally. "(if: $bd_chose_switch is true)[The Domina, as you called her, has been brought back to a secure site for interrogation. While she's pliable, as a result of the mind-control serum, the drugs have affected her recall. We're hoping to get more out of her after we counteract the drug."](else:)[We recovered the body of the Domina and made an ID. As it turns out, she's wanted on a long list of charges. While it would have been nice to bring her in alive, I understand that your hands were... tied."]

"Finally," Branch says, "we've been unable to locate the body of Pillow Princess herself. While it's unlikely she survived, we can't rule out the possibility." (if: $with_reed is true)["Ohhh, that's... unfortunate," you murmur, stopping yourself from moving in time with Reed through sheer force of will.](else:)["I'd **hoped** she was gone for good," you mutter.] "But she's not your problem," Branch continues. "You did amazing work in escaping captivity, getting her to reveal intel that led to us taking down flight CTR-078, and then defeating her to secure the compound. If she comes back..." Her lips press to a thin line. "...we'll be ready."

(display: "epi_hqreact") (display: "epi_princessreact") The video cuts over to Ackerman briefly, who shoots you a thumbs up. "So for now, you and Reed spend a few days playing tourist to avoid suspicions. Don't forget to swim with the dolphins!" The video cuts back to Director Branch, who sighs. "She is really insistent about the dolphins." She shakes her head and gives you a little smile. "Nice work, Vixen. We'll see you in a few days." The video link cuts out, and you head for the warm bath you had filling up. A whole lot of you aches, and while in theory, knowing that you just helped save the free world should take most of the sting away, a good book and another strawberry daiquiri won't hurt. [[The End.->win_gameover]]

Thank you for playing! **Playthrough Achievements** (if: ($with_reed is not true) and ($wh_had_nookie is not true))[**Ace Agent:** While it's not possible to get through Peachstone with **no** sexy times, you went through with as little as possible, passing up sex whenever it was an option. ](if: $lives_used is 0)[**Gold Star:** You completed the game without losing any lives. ](if: ($lives_used +1) is ($max_lives))[**Living Dangerously:** You completed the game with exactly one life left. ](if: $max_lives is 1)[**Iron Woman:** You completed the game while playing on the hardest difficulty. ](if: ($fly_c_blocked is true) and ($plane_crashed is true) and ($hotel_sex_started is true) and ($wh_had_nookie is true))[**Clitercepted:** You ran into every possible instance where you could **almost** have sex, often making sure your partner got to finish but then getting interrupted by the plot before you got to go. ](if: $bd_domprog is 2)[**No Safeword:** The Domina had her way with you for **awhile** before you turned the tables. ](if: ($wh_had_nookie is true) and ($wh_nookie_style is not $global_pref) and ($fin_did_seduce is true))[**Honeypot:** You're a natural seductress, smart enough to use a fake style when "saving" Tricia in the warehouse and then seduce her with exquisite skill in the finale. ](if: ($fly_c_blocked is true) and ($hotel_sex_finished is true) and ($wh_had_nookie is true))[**She Came, She Came, She Conquered:** You had as much sex as possible in a single playthrough. ](if: ($global_spec is 1) and ($fly_chose is 1) and ($wh_shoot_expert is true) and ($bd_chose_scissors is true))[**Gun-Fingers:** You used your shooting expertise to maximum effect, picking the right options for your skill set. ](if: ($global_spec is 2) and ($fly_chose is 2) and ($wh_melee_expert is true))[**Expert Fisting:** You used your melee expertise to maximum effect, picking the right options for your skill set. ](if: ($global_spec is 3) and ($fly_chose is 3) and ($wh_tech_expert is true) and ($bd_chose_switch is true))[**Drop-Dead Techsy:** You used your tech expertise to maximum effect, picking the right options for your skill set. ][[Start New Game.->intro_screen]](set: $chapter to 0)

Reed slides a finger inside you slowly, brings it out, and holds it up to show you the wetness glistening on her fingertips. She shakes her head with a chiding look, and you flip her off with your hand held down far enough that the camera can't see it. She apparently takes that as a hint, because she slides two fingers in this time, starting a slow rhythm that curls up and catches your g-spot just perfectly. (display: "epi_warehousereact") Reed looks up and nods thoughtfully along with Branch, still finger-banging you with marching-band precision. [[Grab her hair and strongly encourage her to add some oral stimulation, as long as she's making this happen.->epi_sex3_v1]] [[Grab the bedsheets and hold on for dear life.->epi_sex3_v2]]

Reed's talented tongue begins to speed up, hitting your aching clit with a steady rhythm that has your breath coming faster. She looks up at you, her eyes innocent and wide as you tremble against her. (display: "epi_warehousereact") Reed's fingers dig into your thighs, and then she uses one hand to pull back your folds, baring your clit to her tongue fully. [[Strongly encourage her to put that other hand to work as well.->epi_sex3_c1]] [[Grab the bedsheets and hold on for dear life.->epi_sex3_c2]]

Reed's warm hands clutch your breasts and massage them in slow waves of pleasure that twist into delightful pain when she pinches the nipples. One hand trails down your stomach, sliding in under your panties and trailing across your slit with slow strokes that keep perfect time with her fingers on your aching nipple. (display: "epi_warehousereact") Reed bites down on your shoulder, just out of screen, still stroking your sex and pinching your nipple. [[Start fingering yourself to get that other hand back on your other nipple where it belongs.->epi_sex3_n1]] [[Grab the bedsheets and hold on for dear life.->epi_sex3_n2]]

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(if: $epi_active is true)[You grab Reed's hair and pull her face to your pussy, barely holding back a moan as her thrusting strokes get stronger and her tongue lashes your clit.](else:)[You grab hold of the bedsheets and curl your fingers into fists as Reed's fingers slowly and steadily take you to town.] (display: "epi_hqreact") [[Well don't stop **now**.->epi_sex4_v]]

(if: $epi_active is true)[Your fingers are fisted in Reed's hair, and she's licking in time with her strokes, the steady rhythm meeting your heartbeat and building a coiling pulse of pleasure that threatens to break at any moment.](else:)[You catch yourself starting to grit your teeth against the steady rhythm of Reed's fingers, and she looks up at you with her impish smile as a coiling pulse of pleasure builds inside you, threatening to break at any moment.] (display: "epi_princessreact") (display: "epi_sexsignoff")

You give Director Branch a nod that you hope looks in any way professional, and she shakes her head, her nose twitching in a way that suggests she's trying not to laugh. "In any event," she continues, "we'll need to finish your debriefing upon your return, including the customary lie-detector tests... although something tells me that won't be the first time this week you've **taken a Polygraph**." "Bye, whoever else might possibly be there!" Ackerman adds. Reed shoots a thumbs-up sign up into the camera frame, and if you weren't so close to a fantastic orgasm, you'd probably die of mortification right there. As it is, you reach over and slap the //End Call// button just as Branch starts laughing. [[Continue.->epi_sex5]]

The wave of pleasure finally breaks, and as it crashes around you, all that's left in the world (if: $global_pref is 1)[are Reed's fingers, carrying you along that wave and driving you even higher. Her other hand is tight on the small of your back, pulling you into her strokes, and you're helpless, rocking along, clenched around her, until everything explodes in a wash of pleasure.](elseif: $globalpref is 2)[are Reed's tongue and teeth, taking your entire body by the clit and shaking you like a rag doll, and you're helpless, rocking along, clenched around her, until everything explodes in a wash of pleasure.](else:)[are Reed's arms around you and her fingers dominating you with pleasure that shoots pangs of energy through your entire being, and you're helpless, rocking along, shaking in her grasp, until everything explodes in a wash of pleasure.] Finally, you fall back onto the bed, (if: $global_pref is 1)[still shuddering and twitching as Reed's fingers stroke your sex, and she climbs up to join you.](elseif: $global_pref is 2)[still shuddering and overwhelmed as Reed's tongue gently sweeps across your sex, and she climbs up to join you.](else:)[Reed holding you and then scooting out of the way to let you lie down next to her.] She looks down at you with a smug little smile. (if: $wh_lost_reed is true)["I **told** you I'd make it up to you for saving me." "So you did," you say, voice still shaky.](elseif: $hotel_sex_finished is not true)["I **told** you I'd make sure it was worth the wait." "So you did," you say, voice still shaky.](else:)["I'd say you've been thoroughly debriefed." "I'd have to agree with you," you say, voice still shaky.] Then, because, mind-shattering orgasm or not, you're still a badass agent of SCISSOR, you roll over and pin her beneath you. And as her face lights up in a surprised smile, you murmur, "Tag." [[The End.->win_gameover]] (set: $chapter to "You Win!")

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(if: $epi_active is true)[You grab Reed's other hand and pull it to your pussy, and she eagerly slides her fingers in, matching time with her rapid tongue-lashing.](else:)[You grab hold of the bedsheets and curl your fingers into fists as Reed's tongue lashes your clit with overpowering speed and intensity.] (display: "epi_hqreact") [[Well don't stop **now**.->epi_sex4_c]]

(if: $epi_active is true)[Your fingers are fisted in Reed's hair, ](else:)[You catch yourself starting to grit your teeth against the steady rhythm of Reed's fingers, ]and she suddenly stops licking and fastens her teeth on your clit, biting just hard enough to send a coiling pulse of pleasure through your body as she starts licking again. (display: "epi_princessreact") (display: "epi_sexsignoff")

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(if: $epi_active is true)[As you finger yourself, Reed's hands clamp strongly onto your breasts, punishing with pleasure, and her teeth trace a row of sharp need across your shoulder and back.](else:)[You grab hold of the bedsheets and curl your fingers into fists as Reed's fingers slowly and steadily take you to town.] (display: "epi_hqreact") [[Well don't stop **now**.->epi_sex4_n]]

(if: $epi_active is true)[You couldn't stop your hands now if you wanted to, and Reed's fingers are pounding out a rhythm that matches your heartbeat as a coiling pulse of pleasure builds inside you, threatening to break at any moment.](else:)[You catch yourself starting to grit your teeth against the steady rhythm of Reed's fingers, and she tightens her arms around you, leaving you helplessly under her control as a coiling pulse of pleasure builds inside you, threatening to break at any moment.] Reed is grinding against you from behind, and you feel her own heat, her own wetness, as you grow closer. (display: "epi_princessreact") (display: "epi_sexsignoff")

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(align: "=><=")[<img src="splash.jpg" width="630" height="500" alt="splash"></img> //An Agents of S.C.I.S.S.O.R. Interactive Novel//] [[New Game.->Setup]] || (if: (saved-games:) contains "ScissorSave")[(link: "Load Game")[(load-game: "ScissorSave")]](else:)[No Save to Load] **Writing and Design:** Amber Delarue **Splash Page Art:** Zara Varin **Playtesting:** Arden Ripley Cori May Nat Ritzy Ritzinger Rowan Rowden Zara Varin (link: "Information")[**Peachstone** is an interactive novel in which you play a member of the secret government agency SCISSOR, tasked with finding and neutralizing top-secret threats. //Game:// The game is an interactive novel that tracks your choices. (A graphic novel with me having no budget for graphics.) I created it in Twine. Playing through the game will likely take an hour or so, depending on how quickly you read. //Gameplay:// You play by making choices or by clicking links in the text to get more information. Making the wrong choice at key times will cost you lives. Lose too many lives, and it's game over. (You can configure how many lives you have, making it either somewhat challenging to beat the game, or making it impossible to lose, so that you don't need to stress about it.) //Loading and Saving:// If you want to save your progress, the "Save" button will do so. You can load to that game at any time. Saving a new game will overwrite any existing game in that slot. //Content:// Peachstone is intended as a lighthearted smutty lesbian spy caper. If it were a movie, it would be rated R or higher for sex, but PG or a light PG-13 for violence. It includes some spy seduction and "tied up by evil dominatrix" bits, so if you are triggered by issues of muddy consent that way, this game may not be what you are looking for. If you're here for lesbian spyjinks, however, you're in the right place! (link: "Specific Content Warnings")[Select from the following if you want to determine whether something might be too intense (or just really not your thing). Note that this contains spoilers for the game content. (link: "General Sexiness")[**Sex**: Multiple depictions of sex between two women, including descriptions of clitoral stimulation, vaginal penetration, cunnilingus, and touching breasts and other body parts. You have the ability to select what kinds of sex you're most interested in, and that will flavor what types of sex you encounter in the game. (For example, saying that you like having your nipples pinched means that a romantic partner is more likely to do that.) The language is, as noted above, probably at a point that would land in the Erotica section of the bookstore rather than Romance. That said, generally speaking, the goal is to describe things in a way that is sexy but still sex-positive and respectful of the characters involved. There is a primary romance option that you can choose to become involved with (it's pretty obvious), as well as sexy times you encounter as part of the plot. While you can ignore the optional primary romance, there is no completely asexual path through the game.] (link: "Non-Consent")[**Non-Consent**: As a spy story, sometimes you run into sexy danger and //femmes fatales//. This includes situations like you seducing someone to get information out of them, or you having sex with someone who later betrays you. There is also a scene with an evil dominatrix who wants to tie you down and forcefully seduce you until your mind breaks. If she succeeds, it's a game over. Otherwise, you turn the tables on her and escape. At no time is non-consent treated as a good thing. (Hopefully a sexy thing in a fantasy setting, but not a good thing!)] (link: "Drugs")[**Drug Use**: The game includes a mind-control drug (that you are trying to stop the villains from using) and drugs slipped to someone to make them aroused (that villains use to weaken victims). You don't drug anyone, except with possible chloroform to knock them out. There are references to alcohol, marijuana, and other drugs, but they don't play a significant role in the story.] (link: "Violence")[**Violence**: As noted above, the goal is that the violence in the story is at about the PG-13 level. As a secret agent, you kill evil people in an action-movie style, using firearms or martial arts. There's occasional blood, but no description of arterial spray or gory viscera like you'd get in a horror story. There's also no torture, and no innocent-bystander deaths. You can choose what your preferred combat style is, so that if you really dislike the idea of your hero using guns, you will use martial arts most of the time. (That said, even someone who doesn't choose expertise in guns may use them in some cases, so please be aware of that if the use of guns is a trigger for you.)] (link: "Language")[**Language**: Your hero, and other characters, curse. The F-bomb gets dropped on occasion, so assume everything softer than that is also in the mix. "Bitch" and "whore" are never used, as the game goes for minimal misogyny and slut-shaming. "Slut" is used by a dominatrix character, and in a few other places (by villains).] (link: "Gender")[**Gender**: There are no male characters in the story. All characters are women. You and all characters you have sex with are specifically written as cis women. **To be clear, trans women are women**. I just wasn't comfortable with my ability to tackle sex scenes with trans characters in something this silly.] (link: "Other")[**Other Triggers or Phobias**: Other content that appears in some or all playthroughs of the game: * Flying in a plane in a dogfight (and getting shot down if you make bad decisions) * Swimming in the ocean * Briefly having to run around without clothing * Having to wear sexy lingerie as a disguise * Description of sex toys like vibrators and dildos * Being hit with knockout gas * An ally getting kidnapped ]] ]

{(if: ($bd_domprog is 1) and ($global_spec is not 2))[(set: $lives_used to it +1)] (if: $bd_domprog is 2)[(set: $lives_used to it +1)] (goto: "bd_turn_start") }

{(set: $max_lives to 10)}(display: "Agent Profile")

{(set: $max_lives to 5)}(display: "Agent Profile")

{(set: $max_lives to 1)}(display: "Agent Profile")