Your home is located on the edge of San Perlita, a town with 998 people. The nine hundred ninety-ninth is due next month, if Mrs. Nichols's health keeps up. The local air gets on with your cybernetics, and that's a big part of why you retired here, rather than Micronesia like most of your former coworkers. Your mechanical fingers flex on the cool glass of water you're holding, and you take a sip as you look out at the view from your porch.The view is the most notable thing about this little bumfuck town. San Perlita doesn't overlook some wide, vast canyon, or some beautiful lake, or the untamable ocean, or some gorgeous piece of manmade art. No, San Perlita is just close enough to the LS Trust Space Rail that you get an eyeful (and an earful) most every time they launch a satellite or shuttle.The little town of people who help maintain it and its machinery - Lumina Solar - is more populous than San Perlita. Over three-thousand workers of all stripes, plus their spouses and children. One of the people living there, Juan Rodriguez, does cybernetic maintenance as a business, and you take a trip down every couple months for a check-up and a refill of your Prodomine prescription.There's supposed to be a satellite launch today; your radio is set to LLT News, where the broadcaster is gushing about Nephele, the satellite in question. It's going to be a big energy boon, apparently; it's designed to take in the raw materials that come from the asteroid belt and beam the energy down to Earth, or something to that effect. You were never particularly interested in science, but the view of it being launched towards the sky ought to be a sight, and you're going to *hear* it either way. Might as well watch too.>(1/2)
"Mr. Kovacs has brought his wife, the young Sandra Kovacs, to attend the launch. Today marks the one-month anniversary of their marriage," the broadcaster blathers on. 'Young' is a bit of a euphemism, when you're talking about a two year old vat grown girl, literally born and raised to be his marital partner. LTT News is a subsidiary of NovaTech, the same company that Mr. Kovacs sits on the board of directors of, which is the primary explanation for the effusive way the broadcaster is talking about him and his choice in wives.It's really none of your business, you remind yourself. You don't work for NovaTech any longer, so the lives of its high and mighty no longer really effect you.You hear the roar of motorcycles, and sigh, putting down your glass of water. In a small town like this, none of the locals ride motorbikes. Only out of town gangs do, and out of town gangs tend to cause trouble.>The locals did elect you sheriff of this little podunk town, that means it's your job to scare off out-of-town troublemakers like this lot.>The bikers roll up towards your doorstep, the insignia of the KAX outlaw bikers on their jackets. Shit. You got in a fight with one of those toothless little shits just yesterday over a girl. (She was giving you attention, he was jealous.) Guess he's getting his gang to take revenge.>The radio dies, suddenly, and your cybernetics' internal sensors register an electromagnetic pulse, enough to short out any electronics that aren't ruggedized, which is most. That sort of attack is the kind of thing you do only if you're looking to fuck a lot of shit up in a short amount of time.>Write-in.
>>40762494>>The bikers roll up towards your doorstep, the insignia of the KAX outlaw bikers on their jackets. Shit. You got in a fight with one of those toothless little shits just yesterday over a girl. (She was giving you attention, he was jealous.) Guess he's getting his gang to take revenge.Meh, I am fine with whatever.
>>40762494>The locals did elect you sheriff of this little podunk town, that means it's your job to scare off out-of-town troublemakers like this lot.
>>40762494>The bikers roll up towards your doorstep, the insignia of the KAX outlaw bikers on their jackets. Shit. You got in a fight with one of those toothless little shits just yesterday over a girl. (She was giving you attention, he was jealous.) Guess he's getting his gang to take revenge. VAT grown girl, huh... that sure brings back memories
Just because I'm prettier than you is no reason to be jealous:>>40762585>>40762672Robocop:>>40762636
You spot them in the distance, cybernetic eyes helping you out on this front. They're coming towards your house, which makes them your problem. The distinctive purple and black, the letters "KAX" emblazoned in gold on their jackets, it's all a pretty clear signal of exactly who they are. You even think you recognize the pot-bellied little fuck with the horseface that you're sure is responsible. Horseface and you got into a fight regarding a girl at the bar, seeing as how she liked you more than him. Can't imagine why. You roll your shoulders, flesh and alloy working together to make the motion possible, and stand. Your steel fingers slip into the back of your waistband, finding the small pistol you keep there, and you call out to them. Best to make yourself look small, when you're up against a group. Let them gloat, think they're powerful - makes it easier to take them down. "What seems to be the problem, gentlemen?"Horseface is the one who shouts his reply. "You little fuck," he yells, "nobody messes with KAX!""Terribly sorry, sir," you say, feigning a sort of effusive cowardice, your eyes running over them, analyzing their equipment as best you can. Mostly small arms, though one in the back has something nastier that keeps a small profile - a gyrojet, you suspect - and the leader has an assault rifle that's hidden in a compartment. "I'm afraid I don't know to what you refer?""You smarmy shit," Horseface starts, but the leader raises his hand, and he goes quiet."My boy Trev here," the leader starts, gesturing at Horseface, "says he got into a fight with you, last night. That true?">He started it. I finished it.>Mmm. Nope. Don't remember that.>Shoot the leader.>Shoot the one with the gyrojet.>Shoot "Trev".>Write-in.
>>40763059>He started it. I finished it.
Witty retort.>>40763090>>40763099>>40763106>>40763224Roll 1d20, best of first three.
Rolled 2 (1d20)>>40763251alrighty
Rolled 3 (1d20)>>40763251
Rolled 20 (1d20)>>40763251Since none of you will...
"He started it," you say, your fingers tightening on their grip on your holdout gun, starting to slide it into an easier draw position. "I didn't go looking for trouble. All I did was finish it."The leader shrugs, nonchalant. "I don't care," he says. "KAX protect our own. You should've let him win." An ominous statement. His fingers reach towards a button on the center of his bike's handlebars. Presumably something to flick out his assault rifle."Now, how am I supposed to have known he was KAX?" You knew he was KAX; he was wearing that same stupid jacket. It's a lie to distract and disorient, hopefully make his boss reconsider long enough for you to get your shit together."I was wearing my fucking jacket," Horseface - Trev - yells at you, pinching part of his jacket, tugging at it. "What? Can't read?""I'm fairly sure you weren't," you lie, smooth as silk. The boss turns to look at Trev, and you take the opportunity. You know he's not going to let it go, even if he did believe you. It'd make him look bad to come all this way and not make an example of you. Your gun flashes out, quick as lightning, and you fire at the leader, stepping to one side as you do. The first shot pierces his head, and his brains spray over the lackey behind him.Cybernetics and plain skill are a powerful mix; in a few scant seconds, barely enough time for any of them to get their gun out, much less shoot at you, a good chunk of them are dead, and you're inside your house, behind cover. You hear the distinctive scream and whine of a gyrojet, then there's an explosion, dust and smoke pluming out of the hole just a meter from you.>Get deeper to cover, force them to come after you and get better weapons.>Get your old V-K heavy assault rifle and open up on them.>Take a shot at the gyrojet wielder before he can try to shoot you again.>Write-in.
>>40763517>>Take a shot at the gyrojet wielder before he can try to shoot you again.
>>40763517>Take a shot at the gyrojet wielder before he can try to shoot you again.
>>40763517>Get deeper to cover, force them to come after you and get better weapons.
>>40763517>Take a shot at the gyrojet wielder before he can try to shoot you again.Don't let them bust up our house!
Shoot gyrojet>>40763563>>40763574>>40763600>>40763674Do not shoot gyrojet like a lame dude who sucks.>>40763588Roll 1d20, best of three, yadda yadda.
Rolled 14 (1d20)>>40763695
Rolled 6 (1d20)>>40763695
Rolled 14 (1d20)>>40763695let's do this!
You can't let them bust up your house with some piece of shit gyrojet. You slide around, looking through the hole, your cybernetic eyes unaffected by the smoke, even as it occludes their view of you. You take a moment to center your targeting on the man with the gyrojet, and fire. He falls off his bike, dead. The gyrojet goes wide, whining in the air, vaguely in the direction of Lumina Solar."Shit! Fuck this noise!" One of the bikers yells, turning his bike around. "Let's get the fuck out of here!" The roar of his motorcycle is a rallying cry: most of the bikers that are still alive turn to go immediately, and their braver compatriots follow them when they realize that they're increasingly alone. You let them go; shooting them in the back would just encourage them to turn around and keep trying. Fourteen came, nine left alive. The other five mar your front lawn and the street.You hear a loud explosion in the direction of Lumina Solar, and spot the smoke of the explosion, which must have gone off pretty damn close to the satellite. Your radio is, gracefully, still running, and you can hear, after the seven second delay, the reporter go crazy. "We are being evacuated from the site, I can see Mr. Kovacs getting into a vehicle. I don't know if the launch will be delayed. I repeat, there has been an explosion at the LS Trust Space Rail..." you keep listening, sipping at your water, as the broadcaster goes on.When he confirms that the launch is delayed, you step back inside, intent on repairing the damage to your wall. You've come to enjoy the kind of simple Do It Yourself projects that life out in Nowheresville offers, and you're in the process of figuring out how to repair the wall with your current supplies - or what you'll need to buy - when you hear a car coming up. You peek out at the road. The sheriff.>Greet him, tell him that they shot first. [Lie]>Greet him, tell him that you shot first. [Truth]>Pretend you aren't home.>Write-in.
>>40763945>>Greet him, tell him that they shot first. [Lie]Remember the bar fight? Yeah KAX started shooting.
>>40763945>>Greet him, tell him that you shot first. [Truth]I doubt he'll care if some bikers are dead and with the fire power they were carrying he'll believe us they were intend of using them.
>>40763945>Pretend you aren't home.
>>40763945>Greet him, tell him that you shot first. [Truth]
>Step out the back and pretend you aren't home at another bar.
>>40763945>Write-in.greet him, tell him that they started it [not really a lie, they did come here to fuck you up]
>>40763945>Greet him, tell him that they shot first. [Lie]
Rolled 1 (1d3)Han shot first.>>40764040>>40764125Greedo shot first.>>40763989>>40764163>>40764200Nobody here but us biker corpses.>>40764047>>40764139
>>40764226Han did shoot first, after all.
>>40764241Han didn't just shoot first, he was the only one to shoot at all.
>>40764262Well to be fair most of them didn't shoot at all
You sigh, rubbing at your eye, before stepping out off your porch. The sheriff looks at the corpses with concern, then turns his gaze up to you. "Hello, Sheriff Brown," you say, giving him a small wave.He just grunts, rubbing his forehead with a few fingers. He looks back at the corpses, staring for a long few seconds. "Jesus Christ, Cassidy. What the hell happened?""They came to my house to try to kill me," you say, truthfully. "I defended myself.""This all of them?" He asks, his eyes looking over the bodies. This is more corpses in a day than this town normally gets in a whole year, so you understand his consternation."No," you admit. "There were fourteen total. The rest took off when they saw how the fight was going.""Fourteen," he says, his voice quiet. "Jesus Christ." He shakes his head. "I've got to call some people, get autopsies done, that sort of thing. You mind coming with me down to the station, give your story?" It's an important point, that he doesn't demand it, but you agree anyway. Best to get this whole thing over with as quickly as possible.Fortunately, in the couple hours that it took you to go over things with Sheriff Brown down at the station, the corpses have been cleaned off your front lawn and the road, the police having gone over everything already. Modern forensics is so damn efficient. Something to be proud of, you suppose. You step inside your house, and you hear something. A gasp, a catch of breath, several quick, cowardly footsteps.Somebody's hiding in here.>Write-in.
>>40764451Pretend to go about your business like you didn't hear them, pin them in without tipping you hand, quietly and surreptiously draw a weapon and confront them, non violently if possible. If it isn't well the police already know we don't mess around.
>>40764451track, takedown, check for explosives/triggers/microphones on the guy and start the interrogation ?
>>40764451Pull out handgun, be cautious and warn them you know someones here.
>>40764451Whoever you are, you better come out with your hands where I can see them and I promise that I will let you explain yourself without shooting you
Confront, nonviolently.>>40764499Confront, gun-threateningly.>>40764496>>40764508>>40764541I Like To Make A Silent Take Down>>40764502Test Memory; roll 1d20, best of three.
Rolled 19 (1d20)>>40764663We got this
Rolled 15 (1d20)>>40764663
Rolled 18 (1d20)>>40764663nat1
Rolled 18 (1d20)>>40764663
You walk into the kitchen, affected calm in your movements, and slide open the drawer you keep your spare pistol in. You had to hand the one you used on those KAX fucks back over to the police. Your movements through the house are tentative, exploratory, and you keep your ears perked up as you eventually trap your unwanted intruder in a bathroom by careful work.Gun in hand, you speak to the door you know they're hiding behind. "Come out with your hands up," you say, loud and clear. "I don't want to have to hurt you, but I will if you try something." There's a few long seconds silence. "I know you're in there. In my bathroom."You hear a choked sound, and the bathroom door slides open. A young woman, around the age of eighteen, her gaze turned down to your feet. She's got pale, smooth skin, a model's legs, the bountiful-yet-thin physique that's so popular these days, luscious blonde hair, blue eyes. You can see the tears on her face, the way her whole body quivers. "I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry," she half-whimpers. "I- I just needed somewhere to hide, and there wasn't anybody home, and, there was a hole, and I crawled through it. I'm so sorry. Please don't hurt me," she finishes, finally turning her gaze up to you, her eyes wet with tears.She seems familiar. It takes a moment, then it clicks. Sandra Kovacs. Mr. Kovacs' wife. Did she run off after that gyrojet round went off? "Why did you need to hide?" You ask, rather pointedly, curious as to what her response will be."I..." she trails off, looking down at the ground. "I just... wanted to get away.">Away from...?>Do you have any family or friends I can contact?>Wipe away the tears from her eyes, tell her she can stay here if she needs to. You're weak to crying girls, always have been.>Write-in.
>>40764935>Away from...?>Wipe away the tears from her eyes
No tear-wiping.>>40764961>>40764973>>40764979Tear-wipe.>>40764989>>40765032Goddammit, Captcha, stop showing me pictures of food! I'm already hungry enough!
Rolled 2 (1d2)>>40765205Tie breaker?1.no tear wipe2.tear wipe
>>40765205>>40765288Dammit... Too late?
"Away from...?" You ask.She stares at your feet, and she's silent. You tap your foot, and her attention snaps up, like a child that knows she's about to get a scolding. "M-my husband," she forces out. "I hate him. I hate him so much. He's just so- so-" she stops herself, sighing. "I just hate him.""Why do you hate him?" You're honestly curious. Aren't these things supposed to be loyal to their designated mate?"He's controlling, he's selfish, he's just... just..." she stamps her foot on the ground, a childish act, "unbearable! When he touches me it makes my skin crawl. I just wanted to escape." She looks at you, then sits, her chin on her knees, the position making her skirt hike up so that you get a full view of her svelte thighs. "Please, please don't tell him where I am." With the shift in position, you get a better look at her chest, and notice a hastily applied bandage just under her collar-bone, blood discoloring it. "I'll do anything if you let me stay here," she says, and with the way she says 'anything,' you're pretty sure she means it. She wipes at her eyes, and looks back at your feet, her expression a mixture of sullen and resigned."Is this going to cause me problems?" You know it will, but you're curious what she'll say. She doesn't know that you know who she is, after all."It..." she hesitates, her eyes going down to her own feet, "might," she finishes. "I don't think he'll find me here, but I don't know..." She sniffles. "I'm sorry. Please. I don't know what else to do. He- he has resources, and power, and all of that, I can't go to the police, they'll just give me back to him.">Fine, you can stay here.>Fine, you can stay here, if you have sex with me.>No, get out of my house.>Write-in.
>>40765537>Fine, you can stay here.Follow the plot
>>40765537>Fine, you can stay here.Alright, I'll bite.
>>40765537>Fine, you can stay here.
>>40765537>Fine, you can stay here.I'm not obligated to NovaTech anymore.
>>40765537>Fine, you can stay here.But you can't stay here for long, soon enough you'll have to find another place.
So how about our character suffers from ED or is sterile due to his former job?
Fiiiine, I'll follow the ploooot.>>40765578>>40765625>>40765636>>40765675>>40765693>>40765740>>40765771
>>40765785or maybe he doesn't have 10$ to spend
>>40765785Or we could just not fuck the traumatised little girl, that would be easier.
>>40765862It's a good way to preemptively shut down any attempts at smut.
>>40765929Smut isn't that big a deal man. Maybe the girl might want to fuck us?
>>40765955Some of Tartarus' quests just tend to drown in it, gets dull.
You consider for a moment. Pretty girls have always been your one weakness, and you doubt she plans on staying that long. "Fine," you say, at last. "You can stay here."She swallows, looking up at you, nervousness written on her face. "R-really?" She stammers out."Yes, really," you respond, sliding your pistol back into your belt. You look down at her; nerves and beauty have always seemed like an enticing combination to you. You look away, mentally reminding yourself that she's chronologically two years old, but it doesn't have much of an effect.She perks up, a nervous smile on her face, her eyes on yours. There's still dried tears on her cheeks, but it doesn't really take away from the glow of happiness that's clear in her expression. "Thank you so much," she says, bowing. "Mr...?""Cassidy," you provide. "Jacob Cassidy.""I'll make sure you don't regret this, Mr. Cassidy. I can cook, clean, help around the house, whatever you need, I'll do it."You pause. "What's your name, out of curiosity?""Ah," she swallows, "Sandra." No last name, you note. She's keeping secrets from you.>Tell her you're going to work on the front wall, and to cook up dinner.>Tell her you're just going to bed, she can sleep wherever.>Tell her you'll just be a moment, call up NovaTech and tell them she's here.>Write-in.
>>40765983This.Ususally in quests whenever theres a chance to get some. Its all players think about and it starts to poison everything else about the quest.
>>40766027>Tell her you're going to work on the front wall, and to cook up dinner.
>>40766027>Ask where she plans to go next.
>>40766029>>40765983And yet in nearly all of the quests he's recently run it's never been an issue at all?
>>40766027>Tell her you're going to work on the front wall, and to cook up dinner.>>40766097Faerie quest(big time), serpentine quest, Galge quest.
Make me a sandwich.>>40766062>>40766139>>40766189Where do you plan on going after this?>>40766076
>>40766189>Faerie quest(big time), serpentine quest, Galge quest.All months and months ago.
>>40766189Anonkun, Monsterhearts, The Quest Was About Sex.
>>40766262Because Tart has hardly ran any quests outside of that Akun nonsense in ages.
>>40766274Majorly retarded horny audience, Retarded horny audience, Majorly retarded audience.>>40766262Only quest he's ran outside of anonkun recently was that captive princess one shot.
>>40766315Too be fair, the /tg/ audience was INFINITELY better than the Anonkun audience for the MH quest.
>>40766396Hence why it was only retarded not majorly retarded. Still no excuse for Galge.
>>40766396That was a trainwreck waiting to happen.
>>40766442Nor for teacher's pet and the Yandere one.
"I'm going to try to fix the front wall," you say, stepping back in the direction of it. "Let's see what kind of dinner you can cook up."It's sweaty work, in spite of the machinery in your arms and legs. Not all your muscles are synthetic, after all; the torso is still meat and bone for the most part. By the time you're halfway through, you're sweating hard, and you pull off your shirt, using it to dab at your forehead before returning your focus to work.You hear a noise from the kitchen, the sound of a timer going off. A minute later, Sandra steps into the entryway. "Mr. Cassidy, the food..." she trails off, her cheeks flushing in embarrassment as you turn to look at her. She stares at her feet, then continue. "Dinner is ready. Do you want to eat now, should I bring it out, or wait?""Just bring it here," you say, and she dutifully does, putting down a plate full of little quarter-sandwiches with turkey next to you as you work, as well as a tall glass of ice water. "Thanks," you say, before she departs. You occasionally reach down for what's there, taking a bite, and working while you chew. It takes some time, but eventually you're done with both repairing the front wall, and the meal. You sit back, belching once before finishing off the water.You're so tired, you just stumble into your bathroom, letting the water wash over you, taking away the sweat. You sigh as you sit down, your eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of cold water on your body. The door to the bathroom opens, and there's Sandra, naked as the day she was... well, naked, anyways, moving towards you. "W-would you like some help, Mr. Cassidy?">Yeah, sure, wash my back. Go maximum chaste.>Uhhhh what the fuck are you doing, woman?>Let's have sex.>Write-in.
>>40766490>>Uhhhh what the fuck are you doing, woman?
>>40766490>No. Please don't disturb me while I'm in the shower.
>>40766490>Yeah, sure, wash my back. Go maximum chaste.
>>40766490>Yeah, sure, wash my back. Go maximum chaste.I've never had someone wash my back before. It must be pretty nice.
>>40766490>Sure..I mean you don't have to if you don't want to?
>>40766490>Uhhhh what the fuck are you doing, woman?
Oh gee, look at the jump in vote count
What the fuck are you doing?>>40766513>>40766601>>40766619Wash my back.>>40766543>>40766558>>40766571>>40766581>>40766672No, I'm in the shower, you dumb bitch!!!>>40766542You don't have to if you don't want to.>>40766573>>40766643Enough already! Players = undersexed perverts!
>>40766643Can't tell if they're anti smutfags or smutfags that are samedagging
>>40766695You asked for this.>>40766719I get my fill of waifus and shitposting from the anime quest threads.
>>40766719Seems more like hugsluts than smutfags
>>40766719I just thought never taking her up on her propositions was funny.
>>40766029>Its all players think about and it starts to poison everything else about the quest.I've never seen this, but I have seen players bitch constantly about it.Lewds are /tg/'s bigfoot.
>>40766719Actually, full chaste hopefully means we don't make moves. Also, It means both she and us get a good look at the bitching augments, if they're visible from the outside, which can also lead to explanations as to where they came from.
>>40766813>I've never seen this, but I have seen players bitch constantly about it.You've not participated in many quests, have you?
>>40766859>You've not participated in many quests, have you?I guess not the ones your concerned about. Where has this happened?
>>40766477>YandereWhich yandere one?
"Sure," you say. "Wash my back." You twist in your position in the shower to let her, and she moves in behind you, soft, feminine hands running along your backside, lathering it in conditioner, then helping to wash it off again. She is absolutely naked, mere inches from you, and your body responds physically, even if you don't decide to follow through."You're very attractive, Mr. Cassidy," she says, at one point, her voice quiet. "Do you work out much?""Every day.""It shows," is all she says. When she finishes washing your back, she's very still, her fingers still pressed against it in certain places, the touch light. "I see how you look at me, Mr. Cassidy," she says, her voice soft. "If you want, I'll do whatever you like."You close your eyes and sigh. "Sandra, I said to wash my back," you say."O-oh," she says. There's a stillness and uncertainty to her voice. Her fingers trace along where skin turns to synthetic alloys, right around your shoulderblades, and it tickles a little. "Should I clean the... cybernetics, too?""There's a special lotion," you say, pointing to it on the shower wall. "Use it on the flexible parts." She reaches over for it, splattering some on her hand and rubbing it in, her finger again tracing the line where flesh and synthetic meet, then following it up. Your machinery generates a sensation of simulated pleasure that sends a shiver down your spine. You sigh, audibly.When she finishes, she's quiet for a little bit. Then you feel her breath on your back, warm, enticing, as though she was just inches from kissing the nape of your neck. She straightens up, suddenly, clearing her throat. "I'm finished, Mr. Cassidy," she says. "Would you like anything else?">No, that's all.>Want me to wash your back? (Still chaste.)>Now that that's out of the way, let's have hot shower sex.>Write-in.
>>40766982>>Want me to wash your back? (Still chaste.)
>>40766982>No, that's all.
>>40766909The one where the love interest was hospitalized.
>>40766982>Want me to wash your back? (Still chaste.)
>>40766982>Want me to wash your back? (Still chaste.)Good time to question her for the secrecy earlier.
>>40766982>>Now that that's out of the way, let's have hot shower sex.
>>40766982>Turn toward her, "What do you want here? You're some vat grown bride, probably wired to be flirty, so what do you want out of this?"
Maybe she's trying to be flirty to coax us into killing her husband?
Hot Man On Girl Back Washing Action>>40767023>>40767052>>40767057>>40767075>>40767098>>40767099>>40767159Nope. Bye.>>40767026Let's have shower sex.>>40767105What do you want?>>40767145>>40767054Sick With Love? I don't think players went sex-crazy in that? They only even fucked their guy in the epilogue. That was a fun quest.
>>40767161>>40767161That's why we should pressure her for answers while, I would think giving her a back wash would loosen her up.
"Do you want me to wash your back?" You ask, a smile on your lips. It's kind of fun, this weird teasing thing."O-okay, Mr. Cassidy," she agrees, and the two of you switch positions. You get another eyeful of her amazing body, and you wind up having to sit awkwardly to avoid your cock accidentally pressing into her backside. Still, you wash her with a quiet and chaste dedication, not willing to stick your dick in the vat grown made to serve wife whose motives for her apparent willingness are unknown.Your fingers press into her backside as you put on conditioner, and she lets out a little whimper of pleasure. Her hair sticks to her body as her head thrashes back, and the response is so extreme you actually pull away in surprise. "Sandra? Are you alright?"She swallows, audibly. "I-I'm fine," she says. "That just felt... very good." She glances over her shoulder at you, biting her lower lip, her cheeks flushed red. "Thank you.""You're welcome," you reply. Soon enough, you're both out of the shower. She winds up putting back on her old underwear and wearing one of your t-shirts, which is so large on her it nearly reaches her knees, and gives an excellent look at her cleavage. Fuck. There's nothing quite as sexy as a girl wearing nothing but a t-shirt. It's so understatedly- anyway. Not the point.>Why are you trying to seduce me?>Why haven't you mentioned who your husband is? I know it's Kovacs.>Ask her no questions, just go to bed, have her sleep on the couch.>Write-in.Stepping out to grab food.
>>40767438>Why are you trying to seduce me?
>>40767438>Fuck. There's nothing quite as sexy as a girl wearing nothing but a t-shirtTRUTH.>Why are you trying to seduce me?
>>40767438>>Why are you trying to seduce me?
>>40767438>Why are you trying to seduce me?>Why haven't you mentioned who your husband is? I know it's Kovacs.
Why dost thou try to seduce me, harlot? I am a chaste and noble man, and thou art naught but two years old!>>40767463>>40767480>>40767484>>40767487>>40767518>>40767792>>40767822Your husband is Kovacs.>>40767822
"Sandra," you say, and she turns to you, offering a warm smile."Yes?" She sounds like an eager little bunny rabbit, just waiting on your next words."Why are you trying to seduce me?"She stops all movement, her expression going blank. Her tongue rests between her teeth. "I'm sorry?""You're trying to get me to have sex with you. Why?"She blinks. The question obviously puts her off guard, but not in the sense of, 'was I that obvious?' It reads more like, 'what is he talking about?' "I- I don't understand. I mean, there's only one thing a woman is good for..." she looks down at her naked little feet. "Isn't that why you're letting me stay here? It's wrong to tease a man, so- I mean, obviously, I should have sex with you. Right? Is it because we're not married? I know you're not supposed to have sex with people you're not married to, but-"You stop her there, putting a finger on her lips. She goes still and silent, looking up at you, her eyes big with confusion. "Wait. I don't think you understand." She nods, waiting for you to elucidate. "Okay. First of all, women are good for more than one thing-" you stop her, she's obviously ready to say something, "-and even if I was letting you stay here because I was hoping to have sex with you - which I'm not - that doesn't mean I want you to do it out of some sense of obligation.""I mean, I cook and clean, too, I know that's important," Sandra says, and it's incredibly obvious she has no idea what the problem is. Kovacs must have really fucked her up when she was being raised, because this is just ridiculously off-base perceptions of what's normal. "And it's not obligation. I mean, you did something for me, so I want to do something for you. Reciprocity.">Explain to her how completely off-kilter her perception of normal is.>Take advantage of this poor, deluded, but very sexy, girl.>Write-in.
>>40768029> Set the naive girl straight but you're really making me want to break a law.
>>40768029>Explain to her how completely off-kilter her perception of normal is.
>>40768029>Explain to her how completely off-kilter her perception of normal is.the choices feel like moral choices in games>be a decent human being>be a complete asshole
>>40768029>>Explain to her how completely off-kilter her perception of normal is.
>>40768029>Explain to her how completely off-kilter her perception of normal is.I still want to fuck her, but l want her to figure shit out first.
>>40768029>Take advantage of this poor, deluded, but very sexy, girl.Can't believe all these moralfags
Actually, it's 2056, and having sex with women without a notarized contract is now considered rape.>>40768077>>40768096>>40768101>>40768102>>40768111>>40768130>>40768142>>40768143>>40768169Stupid sexy slut! Dubcon time is now!>>40768214
>>40768265I looked up dubcon just to be able to tell you you're using it wrong. There is nothing dubious about her consent.
>>40768344Taking advantage of a two year old who thinks you're supposed to have sex with any man who is nice to you seems like it would make the consent questionable.
>>40768265>having sex with women without a notarized contract is now considered rape.Fuckin' hell how the fuck did the SJW won?
>>40768364We haven't admitted we know she's only 2 yet! It's still deniable!
>>40768394Its a joke man.
>>40768364Her chronological age doesn't change her physical and mental maturity.
You don't even know where to begin. You put your hands in front of your mouth, closing your eyes and breathing in and out. "Okay. Sandra. What you're saying... it isn't at all how people do this kind of thing." She blinks at you, her expression blank. "Alright, first of all, sex is..." you trail off. She just stares, waiting for you to continue. "Sex is something people do for a lot of reasons." She nods. "They might do it because they love each other, or because it feels good, or because they're being paid, or for any number of other reasons. But there's no obligation to have sex with somebody, or a reason that you're inherently supposed to."It takes some time to properly drill into her head that the way she is thinking about sex is just not normal, at all. And if that was hard, then convincing her of the broadness of women's interests and value is even harder. It's confusing, actually, how she justifies the existence of things like female scientists and engineers; her position seems to be that they aren't 'real' women, which you get the vague impression is a hormonal thing? Like female engineers are too testosterone laden or something so they don't count? It's really stupid and she doesn't seem to even care about how dumb it is.As far as she is concerned, she fits into a class which is distinct and which is made up of people who cook, clean, maintain the house, look pretty, raise the children, and have sex on demand with their husbands, and that that is the only way she is or ought to be."Then why did you run away from your husband?" You ask, finally, exasperated."Well-" she stops herself, obviously a little confused. "I mean. I would be a good wife, if it wasn't for my husband being a bad husband," she says, trailing off. "Being controlling, and mean, and gross, I would be a good wife for him." Her eyes drift up to yours, her lower lip pouting cutely. "I mean, if I was your wife instead, I would do those things.">Whatever. Go to sleep.>Write-in.
>>40768646>Whatever. Go to sleep.
>>40768646>>Whatever. Go to sleep.
>>40768646How much of a prick must you be that your own genetically engineered waifu whose very DNA is hardcoded towards loving you hates your fucking guts?Also>Whatever. Go to sleep.
>>40768646>Whatever. Go to sleep.Yeah this girl is an indoctrinated 2 year old.
>>40768408Well she can talk and walk.
>>40768646Aside from some basic bodily limitations, there is nothing a man could do that a woman couldn't, and the same goes for the other way around.
>>40768646Yeah...it'll be annoying, but I actually dunno if she's hardcoded to think that, or if it's just brainwashing that can be broken with a lot of time and effort. If the former, then fuck it, (literally) fuck her. If the latter, we have work to do. THEN we fuck her.
>>40768738>How much of a prick must you be that your own genetically engineered waifu whose very DNA is hardcoded towards loving you hates your fucking guts?I don't know, but I'm glad to reap the rewards.
>>40768646Bitch, you crazy. Suck me to sleep.
Good night. I'm going to sleep.>>40768685>>40768723>>40768738>>40768739>>40768750Actually, you're wrong.>>40768771>>40768782Sure. Okay. Fine. Be a good woman and suck me off.>>40768814
>>40768646>>Write-in.Okay, I know your not going to listen to me, but I have a strict rule about these kinds of things. No sleeping with women I've met until after a week or two has passed. I've generally found that rule to keep me from having one night stands with women who wanted to kill or capture me.
>>40768865>>40768782...Pardon? I'm not sure what the case is so I went through both options. I'm not sure what else.
>>40768963I just group them arbitrarily. It doesn't really matter, obviously going to sleep won.
>>40768814Rollan 4 gettin muh robowang drained, bitch I know yo pussy good but I ain't know you like that plus that dude been in there and I ain't got no jimmy hats.
>>40769054In the grim brightness of the year 2056, there are no incurable STDs*.*: if you are rich enough to be on the board of directors of a multinational corporation.
Rolled 15 (1d20)>>40769054Sheeit where the fuck my roll went mane
"Okay, fine," you say. This reminds you of a similar conversation you had with a woman in rural Mongolia, a long time ago. It felt like banging your head against a wall then, too. "You're a feminine woman and you want to be. Whatever. I need to sleep." You head towards your bedroom, but Sandra's hand grabs your wrist, delicate fingers on smooth, mechanical metal. You turn to look at her."Can I sleep with you?" Sandra asks, her eyes big. "I- this would be my first night sleeping alone..." she adds, trailing off, her lower lip pouting. "I'm already anxious about being away from home..."After some modest consideration, you finally roll your eyes and agree. "Fine. But don't do anything sexual, okay?" She nods.Her definition of 'sexual' does not include intense cuddling and resting her head on your chest and pressing her tits into your side, which means it takes extra long for you to go to sleep.* * *You're awoken early in the morning by the sunrise, and as you slide out of Sandra's sleeping grip, you notice her lips curl down in a little frown at your absence. You shake out a Prodomine pill from your prescription bottle and go into your bathroom, taking it with water. Sandra wakes up shortly thereafter, as you're brushing your teeth, and you catch the panicky motions she makes at her sudden loneliness in bed, her hands yanking at the blankets as if to cover herself."M-Mr. Cassidy?" She asks, her voice scared. When she finally sees you, she sighs in relief. "Oh. Good," she says, with a warm smile. "Should I make breakfast?" Any possibility of such domestic bliss is cut off by the sound of a vehicle pulling up to your house, which makes her panic, pulling the covers up over her mouth, as though that would help disguise her sufficiently. "A-are you expecting company?" She asks."No," you admit.>Go down. If it's anybody related to NovaTech, play stupid.>Don't go down. Just stay up here, pretend not to be home.>Write-in.
>>40769153>Go down. If it's anybody related to NovaTech, play stupid.If we act like we aren't in then they might breach in.
>>40769153>>Go down. If it's anybody related to NovaTech, play stupid.
>>40769153>Tell her to keep quiet and not come down until we say it's safe.>Go down. If it's anybody related to NovaTech, play stupid.
>>40769153>Go down. If it's anybody related to NovaTech, play stupid.I get the feeling that even if it's found out that we had nothing to do with his darling wife's disappearance, if she's found in our place, fucker's gonna most likely try to snuff us just because.
>>40769153>Go down. If it's anybody related to NovaTech, play stupid.
>>40769153>>Go down. If it's anybody related to NovaTech, play stupid.They're an extremely wealthy corporation, do nothing that will make them suspicious but show up with a big gun regardless. Explain we thought it was more of the bikers from yesterday.
>>40769153Go to door, shirtless, pistol in waistband and assault rifle within reach. Answer the door and be like "GOT-DAYUM, can't y'all let a nigga get sum poontang in peace?
It's easy to pretend to be stupid, when you actually are.>>40769176>>40769180>>40769217>>40769235>>40769249>>40769326I was about to fuckkkk!!!>>40769331
>>40769355Oh, roll 1d20, best of three.
Rolled 9 (1d20)>>40769377Die, I choose you!
Rolled 8 (1d20)>>40769377crit 1
Rolled 12 (1d20)>>40769377Well if no one else is gonna roll this 20
Rolled 9 (1d20)>>40769355Here's hoping...please!
Rolled 4 (1d20)>>40769377
Rolled 16 (1d20)>>40769377Rollan to avenge mine blue balls upon these foul varlets
>>40769435Either do better or shut your fat face, you lump of foul deformity.
I want to FUCK the sexy brainwashed two year old. Who is with me?
>>40769561Wait I thought she was 18, either way I'm with you, but I think he will be woken up with her on top of us using us.
"Stay here, and stay quiet," you say, and Sandra nods, her eyes big and scared. "I'll see who it is." You step down the staircase, your naked feet pressing against the cool wood, and you make your way to the front. The former hole is now cleaned up and almost indistinguishable from the surrounding wall. You cast a look out you window. There's a very nice car parked up front, with no identifying markings besides a license plate. The side door opens, as does the back one, though the driver's door stays shut.Like it might if they were looking to make a quick getaway. The man in the passenger's seat has an electronic device of some kind in hand, and gestures vaguely in the direction of the house. They don't realize anyone's listening, so they speak freely. "This is the place," he says. "Probably got flushed down the toilet or the sink.""Christ. Quick witted little shit.""Owner wasn't home at the time; was getting interrogated by the sheriff. Still. Last lead."The group steps towards the door, and you slip back out of visibility. A short time passes, and they knock. "Hello? Mr. Cassidy?" One of them says. Shit. They know your name.You check through the peephole. None of them are visibly armed. That's good, at least. You open the door a crack, one hand on your gun. "Hello?""Mr. Cassidy?" The man asks. You nod. "We're searching for a missing person, we believe they were briefly held at your place of residence. We'd like to take a look around, see what we can find?""I prefer my privacy," you say."I bet you also prefer your Prodomine prescription, and the cybernetic maintenance included in your retirement package. Which do you prefer more?" Fucking smarmy little bastard. You could pay for maintenance out of pocket, but Prodomine's a controlled substance for some godforsaken reason (corporate lobbying).>"One moment." Go get Sandra better hidden, then let them in.>Tell them to fuck off anyway, doubtlessly rousing suspicion.>Write-in.
>>40769671>>"One moment." Go get Sandra better hidden, then let them in.Find the tracker and ditch it.
>>40769671>"One moment." Go get Sandra better hidden, then let them in.Find her tracker and leave it somewhere noticeable enough for them to find, but not noticeable enough that they'll wonder why you didn't notice it.
>>40769671>"One moment." Go get Sandra better hidden, then let them in.
>>40769671>Tell them to fuck off anyway, doubtlessly rousing suspicion.
>>40769671Seconding what >>40769751 is sayin'.
>>40769671>"One moment." Go get Sandra better hidden, then let them in.Hide her clothe too if shes still wearing our tshirt
Hide Sandra.>>40769719>>40769751>>40769772>>40769800>>40769807Fuck off m8, we're full.>>40769785Roll 1d20, best of three.
Rolled 10 (1d20)>>40769822crit 1 for firefight
Rolled 7 (1d20)>>40769822WELL IF NO ONE ELSE IS GONNA ROLL THIS 20
Rolled 6 (1d20)>>40769822
Rolled 15 (1d20)>>40769822
>>40769839>>40769844>>40769860At least its not a one?
"Hold on a second, let me get dressed," you say, pressing the door shut. You do it with such force and quickness that the man doesn't have time to respond, and you quickly sprint up the stairs to your room. Sandra is still there, cowering beneath her blanket. "Did you get rid of your tracker?""I-I flushed it down the toilet," she says."Okay, good," you say. You slide open your closet, grab the big old chest, and pull off the top layer of it, revealing the hidden compartment. You haven't had cause to use it in some time. "Get in here, quick," you say. She looks at you, scared, and then daintily steps inside. She has to get in the fetal position to fit, but fortunately she's on the small end of human, and you can fit the false lid over it fairly easily. You slide it back into position, closing and locking it, before finding her clothes and throwing them under the bed.Then you pull on a shirt and head back downstairs, pulling open the door. "Okay. I'm dressed," you say, to the assortment of men. They're obviously pretty suspicious already, and they set out around your house like a pack of dogs, combing the entire place. When they come up to your room, you feign nonchalance, washing your hands in your bathroom as they look around. It's then that you realize you didn't correct the dust trail from moving the chest, and it's practically emblazoned with it. One of the men jerks his head to the others, pointing in a subtle way at the chest. There's a small nod from the other two, and they step forward as one, hands on their sidearms.>Attack them.>Distract them.>Tell them that you've called the police and they had better get out of your house.>Write-in.
>>40769934>Distract them.Lift your skirt and whistle.
>>40769934>>Distract them.Act clueless and warn them there's no need of firearms
>>40769953>>40769956>>40769993Okay, sorry, how do you plan on doing that?
>>40770001by doing this >>40770000
>>40770001Tell them some woman's messing with their car. Then gank them from behind.
Distract them.>>40769953>>40769956>>40769993>>40769997>>40770000>>40770017>>40770052Roll 1d20, best of three.
Rolled 18 (1d20)>>40770102
Rolled 4 (1d20)>>40770102fail roll for brawl!
>>40770001Pull your pants down and waggle your robowang around, then laser them to death with it. It can do that right?
Rolled 4 (1d20)>>40770102Des nuts.
Rolled 9 (1d20)>>40770102
"Hey," you say, and only one of them looks up at you. You glance out your window, and you see something fortunate. A blonde teenage girl, walking in the opposite direction of your group, down the street. You're pretty sure it's Christy, a local kid, but they don't know that. "I think I saw that blonde girl do something to your car."You pray for forgiveness as the group glances out the window and rushes down the stairs, obviously intent on grabbing the girl who they believe is Sandra. Hopefully they won't do more than give her a scare. You get Sandra out of the chest, finding another, more secure location for her, one they've already checked once and are unlikely to bother with a second time. By the time the group comes back, grumbling irritably among themselves and eying you with suspicion and irritation, Sandra's well and truly hidden.They finish their search after what feels like hours, and don't find Sandra, or any sign of her, fortunately. "Sorry you guys didn't find what you were looking for," you say, a smile on your lips.The leader of he group looks back at you, and his expression says, 'I fucking know she's here,' even as his lips say, "We'll find her. I'm sure it's just a matter of time and effort. Her kidnapper's not going to be happy once we get our hands on him, though."On that pleasant subject, their little group leaves, finally. Fuck. You let Sandra out of her hiding spot, a pretty tight area of crawlspace under the counters. Her - and your t-shirt - are covered in dust, and she coughs a little, her hands running through her hair, worry creasing her features. "Is, is everything okay?" She asks, eyes big.>It's fine, now. Just pretend like everything's okay forever.>We need to talk. [Write-in]>We need to leave.>Write-in.
>>40770256>We need to talk. [Write-in]"You need to give me everything you know and intentionally hiding from me if you want any kind of help from me."
>>40770256>We need to talk. If you want to be safe and free of Kovacs, You're going to need to get far far far away from here. You stay here you will get caught.
>>40770256Pack yo shit, we out this mothafucka.
>>40770256>>We need to talk. [Write-in]I want to fuck you.
>>40770323But we need our heroin anon.
Rolled 2 (1d4)1 - Let's go.>>407703232 - Let's fuck.>>407703603 - Tell me everything.>>407702844 - You need to get gone.>>40770296
>>40770256>We need to talk. [Write-in]Have her go hang out with those KAX dudes until this all blows over
>>40770376We'll rob a CVS on the way. Or the evidence locker since we're the sheriff round these parts. If CVS, ask hawt toddler if she can handle a gun as well as she can handle a dingdong.
>>40770461Huh? Ok than...
>>40770461Aww fuckThis is not the fucking time
Welp Tart be picking up the idiot ball and running with it. Anon who let him pick it up again, fuck you.
>>40770256>We need to talk. [Write-in]What makes a man that can grow his own woman look for her if she goes missing?What are you not telling me?
>>40770376Prodomine is an anti-rejection drug, to be clear. If you don't get a regular dose, all your cybernetics will break.>>40770503MAYBE you should vote in the very reasonable 10m timeframe so this doesn't happen! I should've grouped the 'get out' votes together, even though one is with her and one is without.
>>40770539Can we just do one more vote?I didnt think we'd end up doing something retarded on a dice roll.
>>40770539>I should've grouped the 'get out' votes together, even though one is with her and one is without.Yes you should have.Also you do realize that sex write in was either written by an idiot or a troll right?
>>40770575>>40770581I think I have a fairly good segue in mind. I don't really like going back on vote counts, it encourages things like That One Incident In Faerie Quest.
>>40770581I am smarter than you and I seriously think we should get at least one fuck out of this.
>>40770617All in due time your'e rushing shit too fast, I want her to make the first move or just without us knowing.
>>40770598>I think I have a fairly good segue in mind.Alright. Ill trust you on this Tatarus.
>>40770617Hell naw. That nasty ass nigga been straight up bustin nuts all up in that. One shower ain't gon wash that shit out.
>>40770581Honestly not fucking her feels metagamey as fuck.
>>40770617>I am smarter than you and I seriously think we should get at least one fuck out of this.Considering you're coting for fucking in the middle of a fucking manhunt, you're an idiot of the highest caliber who let's he penis vote for him to get non-existent smut since Tart will never write it out.>>40770598Alright, trusting you Tart.>>40770659We're in the middle of a massive manhunt for her. Safety before getting our dick wet, unless you want us to die.
>>40770655Oral sex is best sex.
>>40770659Not really sure how youre getting that feeling. Is it because the QM throws the opportunity in our faces like, every update?
>>40770645Well we words for that. It's called shit taste.>>40770655You saying you don't enjoy sloppy second-hundreds?>>40770682>Considering you're coting for fucking in the middle of a fucking manhunt, you're an idiot of the highest caliber who let's he penis vote for him to get non-existent smut since Tart will never write it out.Still smarter than you, who is taking a one shot this seriously.#REKT#BOOTYBLASTED
>>40770682>>40770707I mostly meant not fucking her earlier.Basically all of you would have fucked her, had that been you. >>40770708?
>>40770689We've seen her pussy by now, if we try to get off by any other means now our dick will know it's being lied to.
>>40770726>Still smarter than you, who is taking a one shot this seriously.Tart's "One shots" can run up to 10 threads idiot. Idiot troll.>>40770727I'd actually think there's something wrong with her and act accordingly. If it looks too good to be true it likely is.
>>40770759>I'd actually think there's something wrong with her and act accordinglyI believe you believe that.
>>40770759>Tart's "One shots" can run up to 10 threads idiot. Idiot troll.LolNot the recent ones, and not this one. When are you gonna accept that you're both wrong and retarded?
>>40770708>this nigga thinks a blowjob with a condom is a real option with anyone but a hooker
"It's okay, for the moment," you say, sitting down on the couch. Sandra coughs, a small thing, cute. "Come here," you say, patting your knee. Sandra obediently steps up, sitting down in your lap. Your erect cock grinds against her butt through your pants. "Look. They're going to come back," you explain, "they're going to keep coming back until they find you." Sandra swallows and nods. She's so tiny in comparison to you, but she looks absolutely gorgeous. "You need to get out of here."Sandra turns her head to you, her brow furrowing, her lips pursed cutely. It makes you want to kiss her, hard; you know if you did it she wouldn't resist. "I- I don't know anything about living on my own... I need a man to protect me..." She's so sweet, so sincere, so imploring. She turns around in her position on your lap, the dust giving her an odd look, but she meets your eyes, level. Her lips reach down for yours, and you don't stop her. Her tongue explores your mouth, and you can feel her practically grind herself on your cock in your pants. She pulls away, and looks you dead in the eyes. "Please. You're the first man I've ever known who has tried to look out for *me.* Don't leave me alone."Her lips kiss at your neck, and then down your chest, her fingers opening your shirt button by button. Then she undoes your belt buckle.* * *You've had blowjobs, and really good blowjobs, but this was simply incredible. The way her lips and tongue worked you, and she was diddling herself the whole time, practically slobbering on your rod as she moaned out no less than three orgasms. When you came in her mouth, she dutifully swallowed it all; by the way she handled herself and the look on her face now, you don't doubt she enjoyed that at least as much as you did."Please, help me," she says, kissing your inner thigh, her eyes big as they look up at you.>END OF SESSIONhttps://twitter.com/72oOCCJ1Next session planned for tomorrow, same time.
>>40770747That is literally insane.
>>40770792>with a condom
>>40770786>Not the recent ones, and not this one.Citation needed.>When are you gonna accept that you're both wrong and retarded?When are you going to realize I don't care about what some anonymous idiot on 4chan thinks? You're a mongoloid of the highest caliber. >>40770794Thanks for running Tart. Hope you're ready for people voting for nothing but the MC fucking her if the current chatter is anything to go by.
>>40770822Yes, blowjobs with a condom are not sexy. You know what else is not sexy? Chlamydia in your throat.
>>40770850Yeah because some corporate CEO is sleeping with street walkers.
>>40770839>citation neededlook up his recent quests on /tg/ thenall below 5 threadsIf you think this ones getting to 10 you're even more retarded than I initially thoughtAnd believe me, that is a truly monumental feat
>>40770822Dude said "raw" which usually means "without a condom" and yeah wearing condom for a blowjob is fucking stupid and ruins the experience, that was the whole point of what I said.>>40770803Yeah, dicks aren't the most rational beings.>>40770794>diddling herself>slobbering on your rodI can't wait til we finally explode our man gravy into her quivering fucktunnel.
>>40770895Yeah yeah, keep up the insults troll. I really couldn't give two shits. Tart runs as long as he wants too. Quit trying to say you know shit.
>>40770850>chlamydia in your throat>your
>>40770940lolmad cause wrongmad cause dumbjust plain mad