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You can either start at [[The Beginning->Scenario Chamber/0001]]
Or, you can go straight to the [[Main Lobby->Scenario Chamber/0009]]You awaken in a featureless room, your body partially buried by rubble. Struggling to remember how you got here, you vaguely recall scavenging in some abandoned structure in the wastes when the floor gave out beneath you. You were sliding down amidst a small avalanche of rock and concrete, and then... nothing.
You attempt to move and find that, beyond a few aches and bruises, you are miraculously unharmed. Unfortunately it appears that your radio was not so lucky – it will be up to the others at camp to come find you here. Wherever “here” is… From the soft light illuminating the plain white walls and floor you can tell this place has power, and the air seems fresh enough. Looking behind you, it’s clear the collapse has sealed off any exit from that direction. With a door on the far side of the room your only choice, you pick your way down the rubble, wondering what this empty and unadorned chamber was used for – or who it might still belong to.
Just before you reach the door, it abruptly slides open to reveal a feminine figure standing on the other side. Her lithe plastic and metal body is painted as if she were wearing a pink jumpsuit, marred by several scratches and dings. Her head is a smooth white, with little effort made to humanize her - a glaring red light serves as her left eye, a twitching metal iris as the right. Twin yellow “thunderbolts” jut from her head like antenna or metallic pigtails. Her mouth is a simple circular speaker, reverberating as she speaks in a metallic but feminine voice, “Identifying humannnn...”
You back away in shock, your hand dropping to your EMP grenade to find it missing. The robot announces in a metallic but feminine voice tinged with reverberation, “Identifying huuumannnn...” She takes a dainty step forward, and you remind yourself that despite her delicate appearance, she was still very dangerous.
“Errrrorrrr humannn not identified,” she drones casually. “Classificationnnn: intruderrrrr…” She takes another step toward you.
<hr>
[[Surrender->Scenario Chamber/0002]]
[[Fight->Scenario Chamber/0003]]
[[Attempt to reason with it->Scenario Chamber/0004]]You reason that since she doesn’t appear to be militarized, perhaps she is programmed to detain – it might be better than risking a fight.
“I surrender,” you offer, putting up your hands.
The droid cocks her head to one side, emitting a digital buzz. “C-come with meeee,” the droid exclaims and pivots on her plastic heel, stepping out of the chamber.
<hr>
[[Follow->Scenario Chamber/0014]]
[[Walk the other way->Scenario Chamber/0015]]The heel of your boot brushes against the edge of the scree at the back of the room. Bending down, you scoop up a handful of rocks and dust and hurl it at the robot’s head.
The lights within her eyes flicker as she emits a grating wail, her hands stiffly swatting at the cloud of dust in front of her.
<hr>
[[Press the attack->Scenario Chamber/0006]]
[[Attempt to reason with it->Scenario Chamber/0005]]
[[Run->Scenario Chamber/0007]]Hoping she can be reasoned with (while still keeping your distance) you say, “I’m not an intruder, I’m only here by accident. In fact I’d be happy to leave, just point me to the exit…”
She does not slow her advance. “You arrrre categorizzzed as a threat to this facilityyyyyy. Please remainnnn where you arrrrre.” Glancing behind you, you see only the slope of rubble and realize you are cornered. But you also glimpse a tattered strip of canvas and recognize it may be your satchel – and if so, your EMP grenade as well!
<hr>
[[Surrender->Scenario Chamber/0002]]
[[Fight->Scenario Chamber/0003]]
[[Still try to reason with it->Scenario Chamber/0005]]
[[Go for your EMP grenade->Scenario Chamber/0011]]As soon as you’re in the hallway, you turn from the security droid and start walking the other direction.
The droid doesn’t seem to notice until you’ve rounded a corner – behind you, you can hear her voice announce, “Alert intruderrrr-“ a series of discordant notes blare from her direction, followed by stammered nonsense going faster and faster until you hear a metallic crash.
After a moment of silence, you decide to continue.
<hr>
[[Walk down the hallway.->Scenario Chamber/0009]]The security droid leads you down the hall at an uneven cadence, her audibly malfunctioning machinery causing her several small stumbles. You eventually arrive in a small office, neatly kept but its simple desk and chairs covered in a thin layer of dust.
“Please have a seat,” the security droid says with a cordial tone. “A human representative will be along shortlyyyy.”
<hr>
[[Ask about humans in the facility->Scenario Chamber/0018]]
[[Ask how you’re supposed to pass the time->Scenario Chamber/0019]]While she is distracted you race toward the chamber’s only exit, narrowly evading her grasping hands as you pass her.
“Seal chamberrr!” she cries just as you dive through the doorway. The door collides with you as it attempts to slide shut, then opening again – but it slows you down enough that she catches the back of your jacket, jerking you back toward the chamber. You struggle, pushing against the doorframe when she states, “Override door safety, Scenario Chamberrrr B three fifty two-”
With a final burst of strength, you force yourself out of the doorway. The robot tumbles after you, but her head is caught in the door, a spray of sparks bursting from the impact. She emits a flat tone that trails into a low register, her body twitching slightly before the door opens. She falls to the ground wish a crash, and lies still. Once you are certain she is no longer a threat, you turn your attention to your surroundings…
<hr>
[[Have a look around.->Scenario Chamber/0008]]The robot makes a sudden lunge at you, and you step aside as she clangs into the rubble with a distorted squawk.
“I’m not a threat!” you insist as she flops on to her back – the metal iris on her face stutters, sparks erupting from within. She lurches upright to the sound of whining servos and crouches low for another strike - and in that instance, you see half-buried in the rubble the satchel containing your EMP grenade.
“Intruderrr claims wrongful classificationnnnn,” her increasingly distorted voice echoes from her speaker, now tinged with static. Faster than you thought her capable of, she makes another lunge, this time managing to catch your jacket before you can move aside. She holds you in front of her, her remaining “eye” flaring red as her speaker hisses, “Please state appropriate classificationnnnnn or you shallll be regarded as ‘intruderrrr’.”
<hr>
[[Claim you are her master->Scenario Chamber/0013]]
[[Go for the EMP grenade->Scenario Chamber/0011]]
You dive for the strip canvas visible within the rubble and the robot immediately follows. Her hands are upon you as you jerk satchel loose, the grenade tumbling free. The moment she sees the device, the robot releases you to grab for the grenade, taking hold just as you manage to push the activation.
The apparent surprise in the unblinking light of her eye and the circular “O” speaker-mouth seem wholly fitting as she holds the live EMP grenade a split second before it detonates. The pulse washes over you with only a feeling of disorientation, but the robot convulses wildly, electricity spidering across her as she stammers a fluctuating stream of distorted digital gibberish. She finally slumps to one side, motionless, and you pick yourself up and give the room one final inspection. Convinced there is nothing else of interest in here, you make our way once more to only exit available.
<hr>
[[Continue.->Scenario Chamber/0008]]Exiting the room, you find yourself in a long hallway lined with unmarked doors. Trying a few of them, each opens on to rooms, some small, others massive – but every one of them is as featureless and empty as the one you awoke in.
Ahead appears to be a sitting area.
<hr>
[[Continue.->Scenario Chamber/0009]]You are in a room at the intersection of four hallways furnished with dusty chairs and couches, a damaged terminal lighting up as you approach. Upon its filthy screen it reads:
<aside class="pquote">
<<if !$readnote>>\W͝͞ę̧͞l̷̕c͘͜o̡̡͡m̶̶ę̵͢ ̨͘͞ to ́͘͢͞͏Ś͝͞͏̧i̶̵͝l̸҉̨͢i͟͝c̡͜͜͞͞ơ̡͜͞n̸̢͝͡ ̕͠y̷̧̛̕á̷͟͡͏m̶̵̧̀̕i̸̵͝͡c̷̡s̀͝
P̸҉͘͜͢ļ̵̛͝e̢͝͏͞a̴͘ś̶̡̡́e͏̶̴͞ ̀͡ứ̴̕ş̕͘͟͠e̶̵̵̛̕ ̸̷̧́t̴̨̢h̕͢i҉̵s̴̀͜͡͞ ̀͘ì̴̧̕͠n͠t̕͏e̷͞͏͘r͜͟͞face to e̢̡̕͜͠x̨̀plore the many scenario chambers we offer, including e̵̕r̢͠͞͡ŕ̷̀͝o҉̵̸͢ŗ̷͞ ͢͠ś͝͝t̶̷̕͢r̷̡į̀ņ҉̨g̨̀҉͝ ҉͞͏c̛̀͘̕͢ú͡͏r̸͡͞r̴͘e̷̶̢̧̕n̢͏͟t̨͢_̶̛̕͠͞p͏̢͢͝r͘͠o̵̧͜͟m̵̵̸̛o̷̡t̵ì̶͘̕ò̧̧͢͜n͢҉_̧̡͢͠͡è͟͝͠͡ń̴̸͜_̴̶̢͞ù̧̨͏ş̸͢͞ ̧͘͟͡n̵̡̕͏o̵̢͠t found
ERROR : unable to load graphical user interface
M̧D̴̨͠M̷͡͡ ̡h҉̶͘͢a̷̸̧̨͢ş̀̀͟ ̵͟b̀͜͝e̶҉e͜͟҉ń͢͏ notified
Running command line search
<</if>>\
Please enter scenario chamber search parameters:
</aside>
A note pad featuring mathematical equations and frantic scribbles lies beside the screen.
<<if !$readnote>>The note pad reads:
<aside class="pquote">
You'll need no less than six AI Cores to override the facility lockdown. Chain them to the main-entrance terminal and execute 'unlock.exe'. I'll try to draw off the PRVIII unit, you just worry about getting out of here.
You were right about the AIs - I'm sorry.
</aside>
<<endif>>\
<hr>
<<if $readnote>>[[Read the note pad->Scenario Chamber/0010]]<br><<endif>>\
<<if not visited("Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0001")>>[[Type in "girl next door"->Scenario Chamber/9001]]<br><<endif>>\
<<if not visited("Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0000")>>[[Type in "swords & sorcery"->Scenario Chamber/9010]]<br><<endif>>\
<<if not visited("Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0200")>>[[Type in "a night at the opera"->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera]]<br><<endif>>\
<<if not visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0001")>>[[Type in "superheroes"->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes]]<br><<endif>>\
<<if not visited("Scenario Chamber/0021")>>[[Return to the security droid->Scenario Chamber/0021]]<br><<endif>>\
<<set $readnote to true>>
Although you can make no sense of the equations written here, in plain English someone has written the following:
<aside class="pquote">
You'll need no less than six AI Cores to override the facility lockdown. Chain them to the main-entrance terminal and execute 'unlock.exe'. I'll try to draw off the PRVIII unit, you just worry about getting out of here.
You were right about the AIs - I'm sorry.
</aside>
<<back>>You type in "girl next door" and the screen refreshes.
<aside class="pquote">
The Girl Next Door
Warning:
Scenario Chamber “a39_girl_next_door” has not been serviced in 999 days
Droid Amber has not been serviced in 999 days
Droid a_xp8_mom has not been serviced in 999 days
Activate scenario chamber? (Y/N)
</aside>
<hr>
[[Press "y"->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0000]]
[[Press "n"->Scenario Chamber/0009]]You type in "swords & sorcery" and the screen refreshes.
<aside class="pquote">
The Witch and the Warrior
Warning:
Scenario Chamber “a538_witches_and_warriors” has not been serviced in 999 days
Droid Skena has not been serviced in 999 days
Droid Morgana has not been serviced in 999 days
Auxiliary PRIII droid group has not been serviced in 999 days
Droid a_priii_1 offline
Droid a_priii_3 offline
Droid a_priii_4 offline
Droid a_priii_7 offline
Activate scenario chamber? (Y/N)
</aside>
<hr>
[[Press "y"->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0000]]
[[Press "n"->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
You type in "a night at the opera" and the screen refreshes.
<aside class="pquote">
A Night at the Opera
Warning
Scenario Chamber “a38_opera” has not been serviced in 999 days
Droid The Queen of the Night has not been serviced in 999 days
Droid Pamina has not been serviced in 999 days
Droid Sarastra has not been serviced in 999 days
Droid Stacy has not been serviced in 999 days
Auxiliary PRIII droid group has not been serviced in 999 days
Auxiliary PRI droid group has not been serviced in 999 days
Activate scenario chamber? (Y/N)
</aside>
<hr>
[[Press "y"->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0000]]
[[Press "n"->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
You find the security droid lying face down on the ground, the odd shudder convulsing her pink plastic frame. You roll her on to her back and notice the jostle of her chest – the rigid shell of her exterior has cracked, and it now jiggles as if made from a far softer material.
Searching for button that would allow you access to her core, your hands brushes against her cushiony ”breast” - the light in her eye blinks on, and she gives a sudden moan – despite the digitized sound, you’d say it was almost sensual.
“Security Droid PR-8 online,” she says in much flatter tone. For the moment, she does nothing other than fix her lens-eye upon you, and you notice you still have your hand upon her chest.
<hr>
[[Just try and get her core->Scenario Chamber/0022]]
[[Get freaky with the security droid->Scenario Chamber/0023]]
Before she can recover, you scoop up a rock and bang it against the white plastic of her head. She reels backward with a squelch of feedback, sparks pouring from her damaged face.
Her voice is a barely intelligible over the crackle of electricity as she squawks, “Unit PR-Eight has sustained criticalllll-“ a sharp burst of feedback drowns out the remainder of her words, but she seems to recover, refocusing her attention upon you while sparks continue to trickle from ‘injury’ on her head. You glance around for something else to use against her, and glimpse within the rubble a strip of canvas – could it be your satchel? Along with your lost EMP grenade?
<hr>
[[Attempt to reason with it->Scenario Chamber/0004]]
[[Run->Scenario Chamber/0007]]
[[Go for your EMP grenade->Scenario Chamber/0011]]“I am your master,” you state with as much authority as you can muster.
Her iris swirls open, the dark lens behind whirring as it examines you. “Identifyinnnng…” she drones, fixing you with an unnerving stare, the room quiet aside from the lens’s small mechanical adjustments. Suddenly, her iris snaps shut as her red eye flares, “Intruderrrrr-!” her speaker blares, her hands seizing you. You reflexively push back, your palm striking her forehead with a sharp <thok!>. Her head snaps back and then ratchets back into place, announcing, “Welcommmmme, Administrator.” Her hands release you, dropping to her side as she patiently awaits your command.
<hr>
[[Tell her to lead you to the nearest exit->Scenario Chamber/0016]]
[[Tell her to pleasure you->Scenario Chamber/0017]]“Take me to the nearest exit.”
“Of course,” she buzzes, and leads you out of the room. You follow the droid’s uneven steps down a hall lined with featureless doors. Stopping at one that seems no different than the others, it opens with a quiet hiss.
Peering inside, you see another hall ending in rock and rubble. You look at the droid to see if she is going to react, but she only stares at you with that unblinking red light.
“The exit’s blocked,” you point out. The droid turns her attention from you to the blocked hall and suddenly begins to tremble. “I will t-t-take you t-to the nearest ex-ex-ex-“. Smoke pours from her speaker as the convulsions spread, her electronics sizzling.
“Just take me to a different exit!” you try, but after a sharp pop from inside the droid’s head, she stumbles and falls on her face, smoke still wafting from her charred circuits.
<hr>
[[Leave->Scenario Chamber/0008]]“I want you to pleasure me,” you say, noting that despite her inhuman face, her curvaceous body has a number of redeeming features…
The droid cocks her head, a growing buzzing sound from inside her culminating in a sharp snap. “Unable to comply, I am configured for securityyyyy.”
“Suck me off,” you insist, and the droid’s head reels with another audible electrical snap.
She takes a halting step forward and pulls down your pants, grasping your manhood in her plastic pink-and-white hands. She presses your tip against the soft fabric of her speaker cone, her distorted voice blaring “Can-cannnoot-t-t-!” The warm grip of her artificial hands, the feel of the vibration of the speakers against your head, her shapely plastic body all bring you to a sudden climax. At that same moment, her head jerks and you unload in her open iris. She convulses with eletricity, smoke pouring from around her speaker as she stammers incoherently before falling forward on to her crude face, her pink backside thrust upward in her final awkward resting position.
Taking a moment to try and determine what just happened, you pull up your pants and exit the room.
<hr>
[[Leave->Scenario Chamber/0008]]“There are still humans in this facility?” you ask, somewhat surprised.
From the ensuing silence you begin to think the droid didn’t hear you – but just as you’re about to repeat the question, sparks burst from her head and she begins to shake.
“Hu-humanssss… error… intruderrr…” Smoke begins to seep from our her quivering speaker as she jerks from side to side. “No humans in facility – cannot comply with protocollll!” Her tinny voice rings out with growing distress until cut off by a final static burst – she stiffens, then falls forward with a crash.
Since it appears no one is coming for you, you exit the room and begin searching for a way out.
<hr>
[[Leave.->Scenario Chamber/0008]]“And just what am I supposed to do in the meantime?”
The droid’s head cocks as she looks at you. “Could you rephrase the question?”
“I don’t know how long I’m going to be waiting here. So what are we going to do while we wait?”
“I am programmed for limited social interactionnnn,” she drones, though you’re not certain if that was meant to be encouraging or discouraging.
“In that case...”
<hr>
[[Try and have a conversation->Scenario Chamber/0020]]
[[Tell her to pleasure you->Scenario Chamber/0017]]“What is this place?” you ask.
“Physical plant and recreation centerrrrr number seven.”
“What does that mean?”
“This site manufactures and provides scenario-based usage of gynoid pleasure models,” she states flatly.
You note the curves on this security droid. “So does that make you a pleasure model?”
“I have been repurposed for securityyyy,” she drones, a small spark leaping from her eye. “Please direct further questions to the human administrators.”
<hr>
[[Ask about humans in the facility->Scenario Chamber/0018]]
[[See how much pleasure droid she still has in her->Scenario Chamber/0017]]<aside class="pquote">
Activating scenario chamber 01-100
</aside>
A text-based map appears on the screen, directing you to “The Girl Next Door” scenario chamber. Following the path through the site’s numerous halls, you arrive at a steel doorway labelled with the numbers “01-100”. You press the “open” button and the door shudders to the side.
<hr>
[[Enter the Scenario Chamber->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0001]]
[[Go Back->Scenario Chamber/0009]]The door opens to a simple bedroom, neatly kept but still covered a layer of dust. Outside the bedroom window you see a simulated blue sky above a suburban neighborhood, though the minor but telling glitches inform you that very little of this is real. An idling car switches off in the driveway of the house next door. Glancing up, you notice a pretty blonde girl sitting by the window, serenely engrossed in a book. At first she is perfectly, inhumanly still – a moment later, she seems alive. Although the change is subtle (she remains seated, reading whatever’s in front of her) small movements and simulated breathing do a great deal to distract you from the knowledge that she is a robot.
Your attention is brought back to the driveway when the car door opens. From the driver’s seat slips a feminine figure enmeshed in a tight sweater and tighter jeans, hips swaying as she walks to the back of the car. She glances at you in the window and smiles in greeting, brushing aside her neatly-cut straight brown hair. She’s clearly meant to appear more mature than the girl in the window, possibly an older sister.
Suddenly, the curvaceous fembot’s pelvis rockets to the side with a mechanical buzz, then jerks sharply back – but her distracted smile gives no indication that something is wrong, and she turns to pop the trunk. The act of her bending over to retrieve a bag of groceries seems deliberately provocative as the denim stretches across her curves, no panty line visible beneath the taught fabric. A moment later, a voice with a sultry rasp and a faint metallic echo draws you from your study of her backside. “Can you give me a hand?” She’s looking at you over her shoulder, a slight smile on her red lips.
<hr>
[[Give her a hand with the groceries->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0002]]
[[Give her a hand with something else->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0003]]
<<set $girlnextdoor to true>>You take a bag of groceries – whatever wasn’t packaged in tins and boxes has long since decayed into dust. You follow her inside, again noting the irregular spasms of her hips accompanied by a squeal of grinding machinery. Inside a modest kitchen, she takes the bags from you and says with a warm smile, “Thank you so much. Why don’t you go upstairs and say hi to Amber?”
<hr>
[[Go see Amber->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0027]]
[[Stay here->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0024]]She’s still rummaging in the trunk when you approach, perfectly bent over. You gently put your hand on her ass and she stiffens, machinery audibly whirring as she looks back at you. “What are you doing?” she asks – she doesn’t sound alarmed, simply curious – but the mechanical tinge in her voice is even more pronounced.
<hr>
[[Keep going->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0004]]
[[Back off->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0005]]Mounting the stairs, you follow the sound of pop music down the hall, ending in a tidy bedroom decorated with dusty posters and photos. Sitting at her vanity is Amber, fixing her choppy, blonde shoulder-length hair. She turns to see you enter, an easy smile coming to her freckled face. “Hey, I was just about to call you!” she says in a playful voice, crossing her long, tanned legs. She’s dressed casually in short cut-offs and a clingy white shirt that enhances her pert curves, colorful bra-straps slung over her bared shoulders. “I wanted to ask you something...”
<hr>
[[Ask her what she wanted->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0028]]
[[Be forward->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0029]]“Let me help you,” you offer, reaching for one of the bags.
“Oh!” she says with a surprised expression. “You don’t need to do that..” she smiles and begins unpacking the groceries. She moves to put away a box of cereal on the shelf behind you, and you politely step out of her way. She takes another box and pivots and you’re forced to move again, as you’re apparently still in the way. The third time this happens, you decide to stay where you are and she steps close to you, still smiling. “Pardon me, I just need to get behind you,” she says quietly, leaning past you. As she reaches with the box over your shoulder, one of her full breasts softly presses against your shoulder and she offers a quiet, “Oh! Excuse me...” Her face is inches from yours, her soft brown eyes looking into yours, her red lips in a hesitant smile, and throughout it all you hear the chittering of the aging electro-mechanical components processing your reaction and calculating hers. There is a dissonant buzz and she suddenly locks up, her face frozen in expectancy.
<hr>
[[Kiss her->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0026]]
[[Go see Amber->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0025]]“Alright,” you respond. “What is it?”
“So, with me going away to college, I wasn’t sure when I was going to see you again, and… well, there was this rumor, that… I mean, I was wondering… if… you…” her face flushes pink as she looks away. “Oh b-boy, this is awkwarrrrd…” her voice catches strangely as you hear the distinct sound of a fan spinning up inside of her.
<hr>
[[Ask her what she was wondering->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0031]]
[[Kiss Amber->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0029]]You step up to the blushing gynoid and kiss her full on the lips. She emits a muffled gasp of surprise and steps back from you, her eyes wide with shock.
“Well!” she says, breathing heavily. “I guess that’s my answer!”
She returns to your embrace, kissing you without restraint, slowly drawing you back toward the bed.
<hr>
[[Continue.->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0061]]“You were wondering if I what?” you ask.
“Oh, you know…” she says, not making eye contact. “I was wondering if-if-if you…. liked-d-d me?”
<hr>
[[Yes->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0050]]
[[No->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0051]]“Yeah, I do,” you say.
She looks at you with a tremendous grin, the fan-noise whining higher. The next moment she’s on her feet, coyly stepping across the room, draping her slender arms around your shoulders.
“Better late than never, I guess,” she whispers, leaning in for a kiss, her face flushing pink.
When your lips meet, you can hear a light buzzing from inside her as the gynoid gives an otherwise convincing performance of a girl satisfying an long unrequited love. As she grows bolder in her affection, she urges you both to the bed.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0061]]You shake your head. “No, not really.”
Her head ticks a few times, eyelids fluttering then snapping open. “Why are you here, then?” she asks, clearly annoyed.
<hr>
Do you tell her...
[[You need her core->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0030]]
[[You were just leaving->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0032]]With an excited squeal from her, you both tumble on to the bed in a tangle of limbs. She rolls on top of you and sits upright, tearing off her white shirt to reveal her pert, cream-colored breasts offset by her tanned skin. You hear machinery inside of her working harder, machinery that in a tuned sex droid would be inaudible.
The electrical and mechanical sounds only build as she removes her cut-offs, and again as she slides off her clingy lacey underwear to reveal an alabaster tan-line across her tight butt.
“I… I s-seem t-to be…” she whispers, breathing hard as fans whine in her body, sweat beginning to bead across her toned, synthetic skin.
<hr>
[[Take things slow->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0034]]
[[Fuck like animals->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0035]]Gripping her hips, you ease into her as she gasps in pleasure, her hips hesitantly moving in slow, deliberate motions as she collapses against you. Inclining your head, you nuzzle her pale cleavage, and she quickly unslings her bra, coaxing her pink nipples across your lips. There is an electric scent in the air, the sound of her frantic internal mechanisms nearly drowning out her soft moans of pleasure.
When you take one of her breasts in your mouth, something seems to take hold of her and she begins to ride you harder, some pneumatic part of her hissing and thumping with every thrust. You try to restrain her, but she seems lost to the urge as she pumps you harder and faster until finally she erupts in a cry of pleasure, her body trembling and buzzing as she holds herself against you as tightly as she can, you climaxing with her as you wonder whether her body can endure this stress.
As smoke wisps from her lips she falls beside you, breathing hard, her machinery finally beginning to quiet.
“W-wow,” she mutters with a smile, “n-not sure what c-came over me!”
<hr>
[[You’re overdue for maintenance->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0036 ]]
[[I need your core->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0040]]
You slip from beneath her, urging her on her hands and knees and then plunge into her from behind, pumping her frantically. She immediately begins to sizzle and smolder, her fans reaching a shrill whine and patches of tanned skin growing brighter as her aging components are quickly overwhelmed.
Her voice oscillates between clipped orgiastic cries and stammered gibberish, eyelids flickering over eyes pulsing with light. You hear a grating sound as one of her arms tenses and then tears loose in a trail of sparks, wires, and pneumatic fluid. The damage only seems to send her into a sexual frenzy, her ass pounding against your hips as she leans harder on the other arm, only to have it shear off in another electrical burst.
Her face plants into the pillows, her now robotic cries of pleasure muffled as her back contorts unnaturally, panels springing open along her lower back. You can see components have shaken loose from their housing, bouncing about wildly in her smoking insides with every mutual thrust. Her muted cries grow higher and higher in frequency until she is emitting a sustained shriek, her whole body drenched in synthetic sweat and vibrating madly. The moment you climax, her head detonates with a pillow-muffled explosion, the room erupting in a shower of feathers and sparks. Her body continues to hum, vibrating quickly, then slower, finally shuddering to a stop.
<hr>
[[Collect her core->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0038]]
<<set $amber.contentment to 6>>“I need cores to open up some kind of lock and get out of this place,” you state plainly. “Can I have yours?”
Despite her being a human girl in the fiction of this chamber, she smiles gamely and walks over to the bed, running a finger along its sheets, “You’ll have to earn it...”
<hr>
[[Earn it.->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0061]]“Turns out this isn’t really my thing,” you say to the sex droid. She seems to still trying to process your unexpected response while you make your way back downstairs.
<hr>
[[Go downstairs.->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0043]]Back in the kitchen, you see the curvaceous mom-bot frozen in place, a sly smile on her face.
<hr>
[[Leave->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0044]]
[[Take her core->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0045]]
[[See if a kiss wakes her up->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0045]]
[[See if heavy petting wakes her up->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0047]]
[[See if you can repair the mom-bot->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0060]]
You leave the frozen fembot where she stands, exiting the scenario chamber and returning to the main directory console.
<hr>
[[Return to the hub.->Scenario Chamber/0009]]You lift up the sweater of the frozen fembot and quickly find the seam in her rigid body. Opening it to expose the machinery beneath, you pluck the core from its housing and make your way out of the chamber.
<hr>
[[Return to the hub.->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<set $mom.contentment to 0>>
<<addToCores $mom>>You reach under her sweater, caressing the plush expanse of her breasts. They feel wonderful despite the chill of her synthetic flesh, and suddenly her nipples stiffen. With an electric snap she is back, panting luridly brushing her born hair from her face as she clutches your forearm, urging your hands into a bust now tingling with a slight electrical charge.
Unable to bear it any longer, she pulls you to her, kissing you firmly as the smell of electric smoke fills your nostrils. She grinds against you, moaning in urgent desperation.
<hr>
[[Continue.->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0048]]You pull of her tight jeans, running your hands over her smooth, cold, synthetic skin, the bountiful softness of her well-developed rump. She hops up on to the kitchen island, leaning back and pulling up her sweater to expose her swollen bust, her creamy thighs parting with a tinny whir from her actuators.
She trembles as you enter her, components buzzing inside of her while she strains her body against yours. You bury yourself in her surprisingly warm sex, your hands working her soft, chilled breasts. Her appreciative moans are eclipsed by a clipped mechanical stutter, her hips ratcheting mechanically after your every thrust.
Servos strain as she embraces you tighter and tighter, her breath hot in your ear and reverberating with a metallic echo. You can hear the ragged chirping of her components struggling to keep up with the activity, every relentless thrust straining them further. As your fingers explore the sex-bot’s body, it’s as if you’ve flipped a switch, the chill of her synthetic flesh melting away in a wash of heat.
Between her mounting cries, she says a desperate gasp, “C-careful! System faults d-detected!”
<hr>
[[Be Careful->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0055]]
[[Be Reckless->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0056]]You slow your thrusts, gently setting the overheating sexbot down with a kiss. She clings to you with an almost painful embrace, waves of heat coursing from her as she holds her lips to yours, her components managing to maintain that frantic pace of activity.
“Ahhh!” she squeals, daring not to move, just holding you tightly while she tries to master the sex-spiked processes inside of her. You feel her hips spasm, her and her internal machinery whining in a climax, a high pitched squeal of pleasure and then release.
“Th-thank you,” she whispers, lying back down, her sweat-slicked chest heaving with every breath. “It has b-been so very long…” Her eyes flutter closed and with a contented sigh, she announces, “Powering down.”
<hr>
[[Collect the cores.->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0057]]
You pound your hips into her, your hands working every part of her in a kneading, tickling frenzy as she screams in ecstasy. You hear a sizzling sound, her soft face growing even hotter than the rest of her overheating body, smoke rushing out from her ears as she warns, “Error! Systemmmm faults! Error!” You receive a powerful shock from her trembling lips and seek shelter in her bouncing breasts, burying your face in that soft expanse where the sound of her desperately struggling machinery is even more pronounced.
“Hi, ERROR!” she chirps, electricity buzzing around her suddenly overly cheerful expression. “C-can you help me with-“ you climax inside of her, a look of pursed-lip surprise crossing her face a moment before her head explodes in a blast that sends shockwaves throughout her voluptuous curves. Her body maintains its rhythmic pumping for a few moments before it shudders noisily and grinds to a halt, locking her soft body in its lurid embrace of you.
<hr>
[[Collect her core.->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0066]]
<<set $mom.contentment to 6>>You run your hands across her curves and see a slight tremor in her legs as she remains bent forward, her hands releasing her grocery bags to grip the sides of the trunk. “We can’t do this here!” she insists in a metallic whisper. “Anyone might see us!”
<hr>
[[Yes, here->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0006]]
[[Go inside->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0007]]You remove your hand from her, and after a moment of labored electrical sounds, she pulls out a bag of groceries and hands them to you, “If your hands aren’t busy, then maybe you can take these in?”
Looking into the bag, whatever wasn’t packaged in tins and boxes has long since decayed into dust. You follow her inside, again noting the irregular spasms of her hips accompanied by a squeal of grinding machinery. Inside a modest kitchen, she takes the bags from you and says with a warm smile, “Amber’s upstairs, but…” her voice lowers to a husky whisper, “I could use your help down here…”
She looks at you, eyes half-lidded, one hand draped under her ripe bust, the other resting a finger at the edge of her full lips. She smiles coyly and seems about to make another suggestion when she suddenly goes wide-eyed, shuddering for a few moments before locking up, her machinery whining in protest and slowly droning into silence. Though her face is a bit crazed, she still holds that expectant smile.
<hr>
[[Kiss her->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0026]]
[[Go see Amber->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0025]]You pull her against you, kissing her full lips. With an electrical pop she is moving once more, pressing herself against you as if venting a lifetime of repressed libidinous urges. Her movements alternate between smooth and shuddering, the random trembling punctuated by the accelerated whine of her electric motor.
<hr>
[[Continue.->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0049]]You pat the frozen fembot’s cheek and mutter, “Guess I’m heading upstairs.”
<hr>
[[Head upstairs.->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0027]]Despite her protest, you unbutton her tight jeans and pull them over her hips, her silk thong easily coming with them. Her smooth, bare synth-skin appears to have weathered the years quite well, but there is an unexpected chilliness to her bared backside. By contrast, her sex is feverishly warm as you slide into her. Her icy hips spasm with the accompanied whine of pistons – you suspect it has been some time since anyone put this droid through its paces.
“Oh! Oh God!” she gasps, her metallic voice cracking as she tries to keep quiet, her mechanisms straining with her uneven gyrations, her cool rump grinding against you. As her cries grow less and less restrained, you suddenly hear a voice call out above you, “Mom, what’s going on out there?!” The awning over the driveway prevents a direct line of sight either from or to the bedroom, but you imagine the sounds would be enough to answer the question for any human listener. Nevertheless, the mom-bot offers, “Ammmmberrrrr, we’re j-just getting the g-groceries! //ahhhhh!//”
“I’m coming down!” Amber calls out.
“She c-c-cant seeeee meeee like th-th-thiszzz,” she insists, her body quivering as she tries to settle her volatile pumping.
<hr>
[[Back off->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0008]]
[[Keep going->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0009]]You indicate the house with a nod of your head and she bites her lip, then prances to the door. The moment you’re inside, she pulls you to her, her electric motor whining as she grinds her whole body against you.
<hr>
[[Continue.->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0049]]You pull of her tight jeans, running your hands over her smooth, cold, synthetic skin, the bountiful softness of her well-developed rump. She hops up on to the kitchen island, leaning back and pulling up her sweater to expose her swollen bust, her creamy thighs parting with a tinny whir from her actuators.
She trembles as you enter her, components buzzing inside of her while she strains her body against yours. You bury yourself in her surprisingly warm sex, your hands working her soft, chilled breasts. Her appreciative moans are eclipsed by a clipped mechanical stutter, her hips ratcheting mechanically after your every thrust.
Suddenly, a voice calls out in disbelief from the kitchen doorway: “Mom?!”
You look over to see Amber standing there with an expression of shock on her pretty face.
“Am-b-ber!” the mom-bot says in shock, sitting bolt upright and clinging to you, her legs wrapped around your waist, obscuring at least the front half of her cold, naked body. “I... I...”
“How could you do this?” Amber asks, shaking her head. “You know how I felt about him!”
“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” the mom-bot replies, her voice pleading, “it’s just that it’s been <i>so long</i>!” With the last two words, she tightens her grip on you, her trembling legs squeezing you deeper into her.
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[[Tell Amber she's the one you actually want->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0052]]
[[Commit to Amber's mom->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0053]]“Amber, you’re the one I want!” you exclaim, causing the mom-bot to give you a startled look, then emphasize your current situation with a light pump from her hips.
You pull yourself from the voluptuous mom-bot, whose face is suddenly blank, a hiss coming from inside of her. With machine-like smoothness, she lays back down on the table, quietly announcing, “Shutting down,” the sounds of her internal machinery tapering into silence.
“If you want me, why are you fuck-fuck,” she gasps suddenly, eyes wide, then angrily resumes with, “fucking my mom?!”
“She... seduced me!” you insist. “And besides... I didn’t think I had a chance with you...”
“You really d-don’t,” she says with a scowl, looking expectantly at her mother. In the ensuing silence, you hear something spin up inside of Amber, electricity flits around her temple as her heads kinks back and forth. Suddenly, her head snaps forward and she stiffly walks into the living room.
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[[Follow her.->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0014]]
<<set $mombot.contentment to 0>>“Sorry Amber, your mom’s the one I want,” you tell the scowling gynoid, giving the mom-bot’s butt an appreciative squeeze, her legs drawing tighter still around you as she emits a soft whimper.
“Fine, just fuck each otherrrr stupid for all I c-c-care!” she snarls, turning to go. Suddenly she stiffens, her body haltingly leaning left, then right, and finally bending forward at the waist, arms hanging limply. “Please c-contact support staaaffff,” she drones.
“Oh, I’m a terrible mother!” groans the mom-bot, urging her hips in tentative thrusts against yours.
“You’re mother of the year from where I’m standing,” you console her, working her plush backside as you drive into her, the sound of her electric engine revving with every push.
Servos strain as she embraces you tighter and tighter, her breath hot in your ear and reverberating with a metallic echo. You can hear the ragged chirping of her components struggling to keep up with the activity, every relentless thrust straining them further. As your fingers explore the sex-bot’s body, it’s as if you’ve flipped a switch, the chill of her synthetic flesh melting away in a wash of heat.
Between her mounting cries, she says a desperate gasp, “C-careful! System faults d-detected!”
<hr>
Are you...
[[Careful->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0055]]
[[Reckless->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0056]]
You pull out of her as she gives a few final shudders, her body humming while she jerks back up her panties and jeans, turning to face the door with a pleasant smile as her robotic daughter, Amber, opens the side door. She’s dressed casually in cut-offs and a tight white t-shirt, a look that highlights her long, tanned legs and her pert breasts. She glanced between you and her robotic “mother”, her face pretty and unsuspecting, eyes wide amidst a dappling of freckles. There is no accusation in her voice when she asks, “What was all that noise?”
“It was no-nothing, dear – he was just...”
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[[Defuse the situation->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0010]]
[[Provoke Amber->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0011]]You don’t let up, continuing to ride the mom-bot as her concerns over being caught give way to frantic moans of pleasure. Your hands are deep under her sweater, gripping her superb tits when her synthetic daughter flings open the door. She wears cut-offs that showcase her toned thighs and a tight white shirt that flatteringly conforms to her pert bust.
Her big blue eyes stare in stunned silence, her pink mouth frozen in a gasp of surprise before her head kinks left and right, electricity flitting over her freckled face.
“G-go b-back //ohhhh!// inside, dear!” the mom-bot cries. “Your motherrrr needs a //AHHHH// moment to com-com-compozzze herself!”
“Error p-processing scenario paramterrrrss!” Amber blares in a shrill monotone. “Attempting scenario re-reset!”
“B-back inside, h-honey!” Your hands plunge under the mom-bot’s tight sweater and you squeeze her sumptuous tits while she howls in pleasure.
Amber blinks. “Mom?! What arrrrre ERROR p-please errorrrrr...” Her head thrashes about in a cloud of electricity.
<hr>
[[Keep going->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0012]]
[[Attempt to reset the scenario->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0013]]From the way her head shudders and emits bright sparks, it’s clear Amber is deteriorating quickly. She leads you in an unsteady walk into the living room where she stops in place, teetering strangely on the tips of her toes as her head twitches errantly. After a moment of silence, she begins to produce what sound like small gasps of pleasure over an oscillating buzzing.
<hr>
[[Watch->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0015]]
[[Move in->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0016]]“Error, cannot suspend sexual system tasks!” she says breathes, her hands rubbing against the front of her cut-offs, her tawny legs clamping together.
<hr>
[[Keep watching->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0016]]
[[Move in->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0017]]You wrap your arms around the slender gynoid, pulling her to you while her face goes blank, then adopts a stunned expression.
“W-what are you doing?” she asks, her blue eyes wide, a hand brushing a strand of blonde hair from her freckled face.
You kiss her pink lips and she shudders, fans kicking in throughout her body as she flushes with warmth. She pushes back from you, saying, “ERROR, my m-mom willllll-“ she trails off, and then with wide-eyed enthusiasm, leaps on top of you, her long legs encircling your waist as she kisses you passionately.
You fall to the couch, her hands unbuttoning her cut-offs, you slipping your hand beneath them to help slide them down her toned body, followed by her snug lace panties, a tan line casting her pert buttocks in a band of alabaster above her tanned thighs. As the lips of her pussy nuzzle your tip, you hear a distinct electrical whine and she seems to hesitate, panting while the machinery races inside of her.
Giving her an encouraging push on her round butt, you slide into her, her tight sex embracing your straining manhood. “Oh! Oh God! Error!” she moans, sweat beading across her straining features, snaps and a low buzzing coming from her torso.
“G-gentle!” she whispers, her head shuddering as smoke begins to wisp from her trembling lips.
<hr>
Are you...
[[Gentle->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0018]]
[[Hard->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0019]]You shoot Amber a wink as you continue to pound her robot mom, pinching at her nipples while she wails in encouragement, her legs going rigid as she rams her big refrigerated ass against your groin.
“Error!” chirps Amber, “M-mom, what are you ERROR you are fucking innnnnn scenario error p-processing!” Her monotone takes on a manic edge as her head flails left and right, patches of her synth-skin steaming. “Error! P-please reset!” She stiffly steps forward, then back, her face wearing a confused expression while smoke rises from her lips and ears. “Reeeset! P-p-please re-“ Amber’s head detonates in a spray of superheated circuitry, her lithe body teetering, electricity surging around a neck of wires and cabling.
The mom-bot’s head trembles while watching the headless body of her daughter reel about, her voice stating, “Error in scenario, principal actor malfunction, please reset.” You pound her harder as electricity dances over her features as well, her voice gasping, “Rrresssset! Scenario //ahhh!// Scen-scenarioooo rrreee-//AHHHH!//” Her cold synthetic flesh suddenly floods with warmth as she arches her back in a glitch-riddled orgasm. The smell of burning electronics fills the air and her misfiring hips slam you into with sudden force, and you release inside of her. A series of explosions blast openings across the mom-bot’s voluptuous body before she collapses over the back of the car, her headless malfunctioning daughter falling moments later to the driveway with a mechanical crunch.
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[[Collect the cores and leave.->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0022]]
<<set $amber.contentment to 0>>
<<set $mom.contentment to 0>>You pull out of the mom-bot, who groans piteously and slumps against the trunk. Quickly getting dressed, you stride up to the struggling Amber and say, “Hi, Amber!”
“H-h-hiiiii,” she stammers, fighting to get her twitches down to minimum.
“Want to go inside?”
“H-hi ERROR!” she says, her smile brightening. “Come on in!”
As she turns to lead you into the house, you glance back to see the mom-bot wobbling as she stands, her impressive bust pinched between her hiked-up sweater and her partially removed bra. “W-wait!” she calls, taking a step after you, tripping over the jeans around her ankles. She wheels about as her gyros try to right her, but ultimately lands hard on the driveway with an accompanied blast that causes her pelvis to leap in the air. With electrical smoke rising from her twitching backside, she drones in a lowering register, “Helllp meee with the grooocerrriiies...”
“What was that?” Amber asks, but you urge her forward, muttering, “Your mom says she’s stepping out for a bit.”
“OK!” Amber cries enthusiastically, traipsing into the living room.
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[[Follow her.->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0014]]
<<set $mom.contentment to 0>>“I was just helping your mom with the groceries.”
Amber seems to accept this at face value, offering no follow up questions regarding the orgasmic moaning.
“You’re such a kiss-ass,” Amber says with a wink, then springs over to take the last of the groceries from the open trunk. As she bends down to retrieve the bags, the dark of the trunk is illuminated by a flicker of electricity skirting her temples – it appears as though mechanical faults run in the family. After Amber recovers from this brief disturbance, she bounds back into the house. Her mother gives you a conspiratorial smile and follows, her voluptuous backside jiggling with a brief hip-malfunction.
You follow her into the kitchen where the two droids stare at you with bright smiles, apparently locked in some sort of idling state. After a moment of awkward silence, the mother unfreezes and asks, “A-Amber, d-don’t you have some homeworrrrk you need to finish?”
Amber rolls her big, blue eyes, one getting momentarily stuck, giving her a crazed expression when she mutters, “Yeah, yeah…” Looking to you, she adds, “Hey, come upstairs with me, I w-wanted to ask you something...”
Her mother cuts in, “Ammmmmber, y-you neeeed to study!”
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[[Go with Amber->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0058]]
[[Stay with Amber’s mom->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0059]]“I was just fucking her silicon brains out,” you announce casually.
Gone is the look of innocence on Amber’s face as she glowers at her ‘mother,’ shouting, “Mom, I c-caaaan’t believe you fucked ERRRORRRR in the driveway!”
Her mother shoots back an accusing look. “Well maybe he’s nnnnot getting what he needs from you!”
“W-what?!” Amber sputters, electricity dancing around her temples.
“Amber, you could really learn from your mom,” you say, slapping her mom’s ass. “Decades out of warranty and still fucking like a pro!” Amber’s mom freezes, then erupts in a metallic giggle.
“I-is that so?” Amber demands, marching toward you with a defiant look, a plume of sparks bursting from her neck. She stands in front of you, hands on her hips, and says, “You know, I think I have exact-t-tly what you need!”
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[[Find out if Amber has what you need->Scenario Chamber/Girl_Next_Door/0063]]
[[Stick with the mom-bot->Scenario Chamber/Girl_Next_Door/0064]]
“You really //should// finish your homework,” you say to Amber. “Whatever you wanted to ask me - just ask me later.”
With disappointment obvious on her face and a slight tremor in her expression, Amber turns and walks back up to her room.
“Now where were we?” the mom-bot asks in a low, metallic voice, stepping close. Brushing her straight brunette hair aside, she leans in for a kiss – suddenly, there is a strange buzzing sound and locks up inches from your face, frozen with her eyes closed and lips parted in anticipation.
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[[Kiss her->Scenario Chamber/Girl_Next_Door/0026]]
[[Go see Amber->Scenario Chamber/Girl_Next_Door/0062]]
“You really //should// finish your homework,” you say to Amber. “Whatever you wanted to ask me - just ask me later.”
With disappointment obvious on her face and a slight tremor in her expression, Amber turns and walks back up to her room.
“Now where were we?” the mom-bot asks in a low, metallic voice, stepping close. Brushing her straight brunette hair aside, she leans in for a kiss – suddenly, there is a strange buzzing sound and locks up inches from your face, frozen with her eyes closed and lips parted in anticipation.
<hr>
[[Kiss her->Scenario Chamber/Girl_Next_Door/0026]]
[[Go see Amber->Scenario Chamber/Girl_Next_Door/0062]]
You glide in and out of the trembling sex-droid, her thighs flexing as she hovers above you. You feel her body tensing and releasing with your slow, ceaseless rhythm, her simulated breath soon coming in sharp gasps as she seems unable to take any more. You caress her pert breasts and she emits a desperate whimper, both hands clutching your wrist and urging your fondling while her whole body seems to be on the verge of collapse, electrical motors at her every joint protesting under the forced strain.
When you trace the line of her hips to her quivering ass, she melts against you, her body going limp with ecstasy as her components give up trying to support her. She emits a fluctuating moan as her hips struggle to match your own thrusts. Her head slumps beside yours, her tight, feverishly hot body draped over you, and you see her pale buttocks clench in anticipation of a coming climax. Giving her an extra push, another tight squeeze, she releases a lingering whimper, her body tensed and sweating as you erupt inside of her. You hear a series of pops from inside her head, and with a final buzz, she relaxes against you with a droning sigh.
After she makes several attempts to speak but only emitting a quavering tone or more strange buzzing, she finally delivers another sigh of contentment.
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[[Ask for her core->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0020]]
[[Leave->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0021]]You sit up and square her in your lap – with your hands on her hips, you begin to bounce her vigorously on your cock. She whips her blonde hair back and forth, thickening smoke issuing forth while a faint glow can be see within her wildly bouncing breasts. You tighten your grip, fingers digging into her tensing backside as you pump her with relentless energy.
“E-errorrr!” she drones as something rattles inside of her, and you’re certain you hear loosened components colliding with every up-and-down motion she makes. Her hands try to steady her jiggling chest while her face glows with a peach-colored light. “Warning! J-joints d-decoupling!” she groans, her head lolling backward. A moment later, there’s a ring of sparks around her neck and her head rolls off her shoulders, thudding against the couch. Her bouncing body teeters back and forth, her hands still firmly gripping her tits while the rattling sounds grow more intense. She slams against you and her right arm tumbles loose, followed by her left. You can feel her legs separating at her thighs, and with a few more bounces they pop free from her gyrating torso. Moans of pleasure still emit from a tinny internal speaker as she still seems intent on deriving as much sexual gratification as possible, regardless of its current predicament – but before long, there is a shearing sound from inside of her and the limbless body emits a cloud of smoke, stiffens, and lists to the side.
“Warning ee-error t-t-techniciannn,” the torso intones, then powers down.
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[[Collect the cores and leave.->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0065]]
<<set $amber.contentment to 0>>With her actuators plainly audible in the still of the living room, she forces her cut-offs down and gently slips her hand into her lace panties, falling roughly on to the couch with a sigh. She experiments slowly at first, the motions of her fingers against her lips visible through the lace fabric. When her finger slips between, she gasps as a bolt of electricity erupts from her temple. Planting her feet on the cushions with some difficulty, she hoists her crotch into the air, fingers working herself furiously as the electrical sounds of her body build alongside her mounting whimpers of pleasure, her legs, arms, and back all tensing as her fingers work faster.
“Error!” she squeals, her fingers a blur at her sex as her panties are pulled aside, the artificial musculature of her tight body straining under her synthetic skin, “E-emergency sh-shut down!” she pants as electricity flares in buzzing spurts across her face. “S-sexual systems p-preventing shut down!”
Every one of her joints now issues trails of smoke, sparks leaping from all across her body as her fingers continue relentlessly. As she cries out with a feverish wail, her components seem to give way all at once – sparks and flame bursting from all over her body as she falls to pieces, her fingers engulfed in a humming, smoking sex that suddenly issues an electrical climax, a final cry from her as her body erupts in open panels, then falls amidst her unnaturally bent, disjointed limbs.
Her head smolders like a lit candle, an open-mouthed smile visible just before her faceplate blasts loose, a tangle of wires and smoking circuitry beneath. The faceless sex-droid gives one final sigh and then goes silent.
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[[Collect the cores and leave.->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0065]]
<<set $amber.contentment to 0>>First from Amber, then her ‘mom’, you pop their chest panels and retrieve the cores from their housing. With nothing left for you in the chamber, you make your way back to the hub.
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<<addToCores $amber>>
<<addToCores $mom>>
[[Return to the hub.->Scenario Chamber/0009]]“Can I have your core?” you ask the gynoid, resting a hand in the likeliest location of its housing, just below her breasts.
“S-sure,” she sighs. With a sudden click, her chest opens beneath your hand, exposing the puck-sized component. You pry it free and her expression turns to a neutral smile as she powers down.
<hr>
[[Leave.->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<addToCores $amber>>You exit the scenario chamber.
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[[Leave.->Scenario Chamber/0009]]You open the panel on the powered-down gynoid’s chest, carefully extracting the puck-sized core from its housing. With a final look at the contended smile on the mom-bot’s face, you leave the scenario chamber.
<hr>
[[Return to the hub.->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<addToCores $mom>>Disentangling yourself from the headless mom-bot, you open her up and extract her core<<if !checkRobot($amber)>> and repeat the process with her shut-down daughter<</if>>.
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[[Return to the hub.->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<addToCores $mom>>
<<if !checkRobot($amber)>><<addToCores $amber>><</if>>
You pry the cores from the two defunct sex-droids and exit the scenario chamber.
<hr>
[[Return to the hub.->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<addToCores $mom>>
<<addToCores $amber>><aside class="pquote">
Activating scenario chamber 07-663
</aside>
A text-based map appears on the screen, directing you to “A Night at the Opera” scenario chamber. Following the path through the site’s numerous halls, you arrive at a steel doorway labelled with the numbers “07-663”. You press the “open” button...
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[[Enter the Scenario Chamber->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0200]]
[[Go Back->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
Darkness greets you as the door swishes open, and you walk in hesitantly, your eyes fixed on a slit of light shining some distance away. As your eyes adjust to the minimal light, you can see boxes of dust-covered but vibrantly coloured props; the complex net of ropes, counterweights, pulleys of a fly system; a labyrinth of catwalks suspended silently above; a number of mannequins dressed in various costumes,– a pied harlequin; a lady’s dress in the high fashion of the 1750s; a feathered bird-catcher; a marble state of a stern noble of the 18th century; a haughty Chinese empress; a young geisha clad in dusty silk.
As you near the slit of light, which you now can perceive as a slight gap between two enormous velvet curtains, the sounds of an orchestra begins from the other side. Suddenly, a feminine voice hisses down at you from the catwalk somewhere in the darkness behind you and a fair ways up. It is accompanied by a slightly worried whirring sound and the rustle of clothes falling to the floor next to you.
“What are you doing? Put those on quick! We’ve only got a few minutes till the overture finishes and the curtains come up!”
You pick up the clothes to find a costume not unlike that of a cavalier, albeit simplified for ease of dressing – a handsomely patterned doublet with a soft ruff; a broad hat with a white plume; a dark, knee length cloak; a belt with a thin ornamental rapier. You quickly throw on the doublet and the cloak, fasten the belt on, and pop the hat on your head, certain that you must look ridiculous.
Not a moment too soon, however. The overture finishes with a triumphant series of chords to thunderous applause, and the curtain majestically swishes open, bathing you in bright stage lights.
Blinking as your eyes adjust, you find yourself in the centre of a stage before a crowded opera house. You hear loud whirring from above as a backdrop unfurls behind you. Painted with lush but darkened trees, it is clear you are supposed to be in a forest.
Suddenly a cacophony of roaring and squealing mechanics assails you from the side as a green, jerkily writhing wyvern flops inelegantly out from one of the wings, spouting smoke,– clearly more than was intended by its designers,– from its open toothy maw. A pair of obviously ornamental wings shiver out of sync with one another, sprouting from it ridged back. Its beady red eyes glow as it takes one lumbering step towards you.
You quickly back away from the mechanical monstrosity, half in fear that it will attack, half in concern that it might explode: the noises it was making are hardly a healthy sign for any machine.
Suddenly the music starts up again, and a trio of voices from somewhere above your head causes you to take your eyes off the creature. A platform made to look like a cloud descends from above, supporting three exquisite women singing in affected but beautifully composed rage. Their elegant dresses billow like ravens’ wings in flight as they wave ebony staves at the dragon in unison. A flash of simulated lightning is briefly projected on stage as the dragon thrashes before falling limp, still smoking and twitching where it lay.
The platform reaches the ground, and the three women turn to you. Each wears a black gown layered with gauze and fabric that shimmers in the stage lights. The exposed flesh of their bared shoulders and ripe, girdle-trussed cleavage is inhumanly pale and smooth, their pretty features unnaturally symmetrical. Distinguishing them are accents of black, one whose eyes and lips are set in black mascara and ebon lipstick, another with a dark lace choker, the third with an obsidian pendant resting above the valley of her ivory breasts.
All three gaze upon you with lascivious smiles and begin to sing once more, as a flickering light flares to life in the audience as though from an antique projector, the translation of their foreign words appearing in the air before you.
“If I were to love another, it would be this man,” the projection displays as they sing. “Let us tell the Queen of the Night, he may be the one to help her!”
The three exchange looks, in silence. Finally, the one with dark makeup sings, “You two go tell her, I will watch over him!”
“No, no!” sings the one with the black lace choker, “You both go, I shall remain behind.”
“I will keep him safe,” sings the one with the obsidian pendant, “You both tell the queen!”
Their voices rise and fall in their operatic argument before a thunderclap silences them all. Gently drifting from above is a woman clad in a gown whose deep twilight purple descends into a midnight black, scattered sequins glittering like tiny stars. Her perfect alabaster skin is tinged with a glacial ice blue, shrouded in a chill, ethereal mist. The stage lights catching glimpses of purple in her hair, the colors of a fading sunset’s sky. Her song begins with a voice at that matches the commanding, gentle, and flawlessly beautiful form before you, entreating you not to fear her.
This diva, who can only be the Queen of the Night, looks at you, her face cold and imperious. The notes of her aria seem to tremble in the air long after she had ceased singing – they bear a mother's grief; a daughter stolen away by a foreign power; a charge for you to take up arms to save the princess from her kidnappers. The Queen’s eyes flash with a dark fire as she raises her head in stern challenge, a small spark momentarily flashing up her exposed throat betraying her mechanical nature.
"Will you rescue my daughter?" reads the projector, followed by words in italics – presumably to be spoken by you.
//My Lady, I swear on my love that she will be returned to you, safe and sound.//
<hr>
[[Vow to rescue her daughter->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0203]]
[[Get with the Queen->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0204]]
[[Get with the Queen’s Attendants->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0205]]
<<set $opera to true>>
With as much stagecraft as you can muster, you say the line, “My Lady, I swear on my love that she will be returned to you, safe and sound.”
The attendants titter and clasp their hands while the imperious Queen allows her cold lips a slight smile, singing her reply. “Go to the temple of Isis and Osiris where the wicked Sarastra keeps my daughter prisoner. Bring her back to me and she shall be yours!”
The curtain closes and the stage lights switch off, plunging you into darkness. You can hear movement all around you, scraping and grinding sounds. You reflexively take a step back from an awful squealing sound from where the fallen dragon lay, but a pair of hands take hold of your shoulders, the voice that instructed you to put on the clothes whispering tartly, “Stand still!”
A moment later, you are released, the curtain lifts, and the lights flare to life. You now stand before a grand stone temple, a painted reflecting pool and obelisk set as a backdrop with a statue of a serene and rather pert sphinx overlooking the scene.
A crystalline note pierces the air, delicate, lovely and laced with sorrow. From the temple emerges a woman who could be no other than Pamina. You can see her mother in her exquisite features, but where the Queen was cold and imperious, Pamina is the embodiment of youth and vigor – her round, rosy cheeks flushed pink against a peach complexion, hair falling in blazing ringlets of gold. A simple white gown hangs from her bared, freckled shoulders, its loose form slipping over her bountiful curves.
She slowly descends the temple with graceful steps, singing of a compulsion to flee from this cruel palace, but with no one for her to run to – at that moment, she glances down and sees you. Her hand flies to her breast as she squeaks a note of shock.
From the projector, you see the prompt, //This beauty that I see, unequaled on Earth or in Heaven…//
<hr>
[[Praise her beauty and profess your love->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0206]]
[[Kiss her->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0207]]
You approach the imperious Queen whose eyes narrow at your sudden approach. Before you can reach her, her cloud springs into the air and her attendants encircle you, chiding disapproval in each of their delicate, doll-like faces.
The Queen sings that her heart was made fallow on the day of her daughter’s kidnapping, her brief aria ending with a timid but hopeful, “Perhaps I could love the savior of my daughter…”
<hr>
[[Vow to rescue her daughter->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0203]]
[[Get with the Queen’s Attendants->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0205]]
Ignoring the prompted line, you grab the closest of the Queen’s attendants and pull her to you by her delicate waist. Her head ticks minutely, eyes fluttering, before she locks eyes with you and sings in longing voice, "Though you are handsome and strong, I cannot-"
You silence her aria with a kiss. She gives a muffled protest, arms pivoting awkwardly as her body trembles in your arms. You feel a sudden warmth from her lips and part to see her mouth aglow with light. She breaks from you, running to her sisters, half-singing, “It is too much, this youth’s affection!”
The one attendant’s obsidian necklace is suddenly lit from below as the skin of her breasts glow, her voice singing, “No, no, no, this cannot be!”
Light shines through the gown of the lace choker attendant as her derriere glows like a firefly’s, her voice echoing, “No, no, no, this cannot be!”
The Queen looks down from her platform in deep concern, announcing, “Th-these three fair maidens are yours u-upon my daughter’s safe return!”
<hr>
[[Vow to rescue her daughter->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0203]]
[[Go for their glowing bits->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0209]]
[[Go for the attendants, but specifically avoid their glowing bits->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0210]]
You offer Pamina the prompted lines, proclaiming her beauty and professing your infatuation with her. The princess begins to swoon, the sheer fabric of her gown caressing the curves of her swaying body, every word of praise and devotion causing her to sway with greater abandon. She begins to descend the stairs in a manner both graceful and unsteady. You think this might be simple theatricality until she misses a step with an errant twitch of her leg is suddenly falling through the air. You receive a glimpse of her flailing thighs and lace panties clenched in pert buttocks before she crashes into you with a squeal, sending you down in a tangle with her plush yet supple body.
You hear the virtual audience gasp in simulated shock, then offer abrupt applause as she springs to her feet, her poise recovered. Her soft and kind face is flushed an even deeper rose, her amber eyes glinting as she sings that she has found a man for whom her heart swells, looking down on you with adoration as you pick yourself up off the floor. You also note that one of her eyes remains locked to one side, clicking back into place with an electrical ‘pop’ as she hits a high and tender note.
The orchestra abruptly begins a bombastic score as a group of spear-wielding soldiers rush in, positioning themselves between you and Pamina. From offstage strides a copper-skinned woman of obvious authority, her stern and beautiful face framed by a blue and gold headdress. Her fierce umber eyes, decorated with ornate lines of mascara, glower at you in disapproval. She stands before you, tall and imposing, her proud copper-hued bust made visible by a slit through pristine white robes.
//Sarastra!// The project prompts. //You monster, you tyrant! Release Pamina at once!//
<hr>
[[Demand Pamina’s freedom->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0211]]
[[Put the moves on Sarastra->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0213]]
You move up the steps of the temple toward the uncertain Pamina. Just before you get to reach her, she flits out of reach, beginning a brisk aria. You pursue her and again she prances away, continuing her song. The prompter indicates she is uncertain that a man of such “wanton displays” could be trusted.
<hr>
[[Catch her and kiss her->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0214]]
[[Try and restore the Opera->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0206]]
Taking hold of the one with dark makeup once more, you kiss her glowing lips forcefully. An electrical surge snaps at your mouth and you jerk back involuntarily, seeing her standing wide-eyed and stiff-limbed with smoke pouring out from her trembling, shimmering mouth.
“Errorrrrr!” she half-sings in English as hot sparks leap from inside her, her body making a stiff, awkward attempt to approach you once more. “Th-this narrative is not meant-“ a series of electrical discharges at her throat corrupt her voice into a harsh sawtooth note, held by the shuddering fembot as if she were at the climax of an aria, moments before her head detonates with an almost theatrical flourish of electric blues and golden sparks.
Before her whirring and ticking body hits the stage, you’ve already taken then next stunned attendant. She glances nervously between you and her glowing breasts and begins to sing, the prompter translating her hesitant words as, “Fair and handsome man, would you not prefer-“
You pop both of her ripe breasts from her straining corset and massage their warmth as her face contorts, her mouth drawing slack and her eyes crossing as her aria begins to skip. Her voice accelerates until it becomes a high-pitched, unintelligible blur of lyrics from her quavering mouth. Her breasts buzz with energy, and when you deliver a light pinch to her erect nipples, her aria is punctuated by a percussive detonation, her neck ending in a festive bouquet of sparks and colored smoke.
You turn to the final attendant who stiffly moving toward the cloud she arrived on, her glowing backside shining through her dress as it jerks side-to-side with each mechanical step. You reach her before she can mount the platform and flip her skirts up, squeezing her exposed, smooth cheeks, heat coursing through the plush artificial flesh. She collapses forward on to the platform which abruptly begins to ascend, though not before you lavish one of her round cheeks with a firmly planted kiss, causing her to voice to crack with an inward gasp. Her legs kick as she hangs off the soaring cloud, her glowing rump shining brighter and brighter. Her once flawless voice is now marred by a reverberating buzz, every word a greater strain as her movements become stiffer. A fizzle of sparks cap off her final discordant note before she explodes in mid-air, her twitching lower half landing with a heavy thud at your feet. Below the smoldering waist, her legs fidget with clicks and buzzes for a few seconds before seizing up entirely.
The orchestra strikes the end of its accompanying score and the audience offers hesitant applause as the curtains close on you standing above the broken and smoking forms of the three attendants.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0216]]
You turn to the attendant with the lace choker, light shining out from her dress from her glowing rump, and pull her into a tight kiss, careful to keep your hands from straying too low. She presses her porcelain white body against you, breaking her lips from yours to announce, “Sisters, he has chosen me! Depart from here and let us be!”
The disapproval of her nearest her sister is plain from the sneer on her glowing lips. She steps behind her sister’s glowing ass and seizes it roughly with both hands.
“Ahhh!” the groped sister squeaks, her body straining as her internal electrical and mechanical systems go haywire from the rough handling of her backside.
“B-brave and handsome hero!” she sings tremulously as her tightly gripped ass glows brighter, eyes fluttering, sparks bursting from her mouth and throat, “Why d-do you look at me with such surprise? Is it my-my-my-my-“ The reverberant buzzing reaches a crescendo and the droid’s incandescent rump explodes, blasting her in two. Her upper half clings to you for a moment, droning, “myyy beautyyyyy?” before her grip slackens, her upper half landing with a crash against the floor.
Before you, the attendant responsible for the explosion wears a devious grin on her glowing lips, but you can see the explosion of her sister was not without consequence for her – a piece of metal is embedded in her corset-bound waist, electricity flickering angrily around the mechanical wound.
“Oh b-brave and handsome hero!” she moans, smoke coursing from the doomed robot’s lips as current spread across her twitching frame. You retreat from the smoking gynoid’s advance, her movements growing stiffer as she pursues you, her voluptuous body enveloped ¬¬in electricity. Tendrils of light arc with increasing frequency over her yearning face, each of her steps more of a struggle until her mechanical body only strains and buzzes without movement. She gives a brief squeal of surprise before pent-up energies blow her doll-like features apart in a storm of electricity.
As her faceless body wavers amidst the dissipating electrical field around it, the third sister looks at you coyly, her glowing bust lighting her shy smile from below. “Oh brave and handsome hero,” she sings sadly. “I am but a humble attendant.” You approach her delicately, unlacing her corset from behind and lowering it with great care, a gasp escaping her lips as her bright, shapely bust settles gently against her nude body. “The Queen’s d-daughter is more w-worthy-“ You unclasp her necklace, carefully pulling it free from the valley of her cleavage as she gives another desirous moan, the glow from her breasts briefly flaring as the obsidian pendant drags across their lambent surface. Pulling her dress over her wide hips, she stands before you, naked and trembling softly. Taking her hands so that nothing will touch her shining breasts and bring her to ruin, you enter her with a gentle push.
A hum stirs within the attendant’s body as you slide inside of her, but by avoiding contact with her white breasts, the noise does not escalate. She moans and gasps in a throaty, melodic voice, kicking off the ground and supporting herself with her a flexible bend of her supple legs around you. Your pace quickens and her voice goes higher as she arches her back, her lustrous dark hair spilling across your face.
Suddenly, something takes hold of you ankle and pulls, sending you toppling forward on top of the squealing attendant. Her illuminated tits slam between her and the stage, bursting with electricity as gravity and momentum plunge your cock deeply inside of her. She gives a distorted cry of ecstasy, her body tensing, her sex quivering tightly around you, before her entire upper half detonates in a blazing riot of sparks and smoke. Her luscious hips pump rigidly as smoke and fluid jet from the ruin of her waist, finally shuddering to a halt with a dying mechanical whine.
Glancing down at your ankle, you see the upper half of the attendant with the formerly glowing backside smiling sweetly as she drags herself on top of you, sparks trailing behind her ruined midsection. Her eyes flutter closed, head ticking as she pulls in close for a kiss. You oblige the bisected gynoid, a whispered moan of satisfaction escaping her soft lips before she seizes up in an electrical fit, freezing with a look of satisfaction on her delicate features.
The orchestra strikes the end of its accompanying score and the audience offers hesitant applause as the curtains close on you, lying amidst the broken remains of the three attendants.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0216]]
Before you have a chance to gather any cores, a small and severe yet undeniably attractive woman dressed all in black strides on to the stage, her leggings and sweater conforming to her curves. Her dark hair is wound into a tight bun, her eyes flaring behind the simple, square frames of her glasses.
“What the fuck was that?” the woman demands, snapping a pen against a clipboard. “Was //that// how we did things in rehearsal? Was //that// what the audience came to see? In all my years of managing this production, this has got to be…” she stops abruptly, staring in disbelief at the smoking, robotic remains littering the stage. “She was… they were… robots?”
She looks up at you. “Just what is going on here?!”
<hr>
[[Don’t tell her she’s a robot->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0278]]
[[Tell her she’s a robot->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0279]]
<<initInv>>
<<set $cores = ["GARGLE"]>>
<<set $readnote to false>>
<<set $girlnextdoor to false>>
<<set $opera to false>>
<<set $sorcery to false>>
<<set $superhero_hero to false>>
<<set $superhero_civilian to false>>
<<set $droid =
{
"name" : "PR-8 Security Droid",
"contentment" : 10,
}>>
<<set $mom =
{
"name" : "Amber's Mom",
"contentment" : 10,
}>>
<<set $amber =
{
"name" : "Amber",
"contentment" : 10,
}>>
<<set $mom =
{
"name" : "Amber's Mom",
"contentment" : 12,
}>>
<<set $queen =
{
"name" : "The Queen of the Night",
"contentment" : 10,
}>>
<<set $sarastra =
{
"name" : "Sarastra",
"contentment" : 10,
}>>
<<set $pamina =
{
"name" : "Pamina",
"contentment" : 10,
}>>
<<set $stacy =
{
"name" : "Stacy",
"contentment" : 10,
}>>
<<set $skena =
{
"name" : "Skena",
"contentment" : 10,
}>>
<<set $morgana =
{
"name" : "Morgana",
"contentment" : 10,
}>>
<<set $dollmaker =
{
"name" : "The Dollmaker",
"contentment" : 10,
}>>
<<set $doll =
{
"name" : "The Doll",
"contentment" : 10,
}>>
<<set $botanica =
{
"name" : "Botanica",
"contentment" : 10,
}>>
<<set $ferine =
{
"name" : "Ferine",
"contentment" : 10,
}>>
<<set $sunflower =
{
"name" : "Sunflower",
"contentment" : 10,
}>>
<<set $debora =
{
"name" : "Debora",
"contentment" : 10,
}>>
<<if $readnote>>[[Cores Collected]]<<endif>><<if $inventory.length == 0 && $waiting.length == 0>>You have no cores.<<else>>
<<invWithLinks>> <<endif>>
<hr>
<<back>>A Core Collected from "Amber" in "The Girl Next Door" scenario chamber.
<<back>>A Core Collected from "Amber's Mom" in "The Girl Next Door" scenario chamber.
<<back>>[[Let's got->Test2]]
<<if checkRobot($mom)>>You got mom!<<endif>>
<<if checkRobot($amber)>>You got amber!<<else>>No amber though<<endif>>
<<if !checkLobby($amber)>><<addToCores $amber>><</if>>
<<addToLobby $mom>>
<<invWithLinks>>
The titular "Girl Next Door" from the Scenario Chamber of the same name.
<<back>>The core of Sarastra the Sun Priestess from the "A Night at the Opera" scenario chamber.
<<back>>With a press at her clavicle, the security droid’s chest opens like a cabinet door, exposing the electronics and machinery within.
“Unauthorized access,” the droid exclaims, sparks bursting from her pigtail antennae as it lolls back and forth. You grasp the core in its housing, a painful electrical shock coursing through you. With a sharp tug, you pull the core free. “Errrr-orrrrr,” the electrical voice drones as the red light in her lens winks out,
<hr>
[[Return to the lobby->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<set $droid.contentment to 0>>
<<addToCores $droid>>Your hand still on her pliable bust, you massage her chest, half expecting the droid to short out and malfunction beneath you.
Instead, she coos quietly, the cracks across her hard exterior spreading as her formerly rigid body gives way to softness.
“This unit is not optimizzzed for pleasure,” she drones quietly, her speaker quivering softly with the apology. You kiss the fabric of her speaker, her startled moan causing the material to tremble against your lips. “Unexpected stimulus!” she exclaims, her whole body shivering as you tongue the cone of her speaker-mouth. There is a sudden swell of heat at her groin, and you can feel an opening in her soft, plastic shell. You slide a finger into her lubricated interior, the droid squealing with surprise.
“Security-ty-ty breach!” she cries, her plastic sex gripping your digits as your other hand tightens over her pink-and-white breasts. She gives a digital moan as the plush material of her chest becomes unnaturally soft, your hand sinking to hit the underlying endo-material of her frame, all while your fingers glide within the wet plastic lips of her sex. Her body jerks in fits and starts with mechanical squeals intermixed with her own gasps of pleasure, her vibrating speaker-cone tickling your mouth and tongue.
Her unsteady hands whirr and click as she seizes your manhood and displaces your fingers in her artificial sex, her internals audibly revving when you plunge into her. “Yes! Error! Yes! Warning!” She frantically cries, her components wailing as smoke rushes from every seam in her sweltering body. The metal iris of her left eye shudders open and shut as her voice rises in pitch and frequency, and she begins to lose pieces of her plastic body as she bucks wildly beneath you. “Error in dynamic material consistencyyyy!” she drones, the softer portions of her body beginning to lose their shape.
<hr>
[[Keep going->Scenario Chamber/0024]]
[[Pull back->Scenario Chamber/0025]]
Pumping her hard, you feel yourself climax inside the security droid, her sex gripping your pulsing manhood as she gives a desperate squeak, her plush breasts quivering, roiling, then becoming liquid, the melting material setting off a cascade of sparks as it leaks inside her body.
Her speaker-mouth trembles with an electrical squawk before blowing out completely, leaving behind a smoking hole of sparking wires in her abstract face, her upturned pigtail antennae sputtering with electricity as pinkish material pools like wax beneath her, leaving only her mechanical internal structure behind.
You pry open her chest panel to reveal the smoking cavity where her core is held, set within a sea of molten goo. You pull the core from the smoldering mess of a robot and make your way back to the lobby.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<set $droid.contentment to 0>>
<<addToCores $droid>>You withdraw from the “melting” security droid, who continues to writhe on the ground, losing her curves as the flexile material pools beneath her – a moment later, it suddenly snaps back into shape, only now even more curvaceous, her oversized breasts tipped with pink nipples, her hips shuddering from her suddenly swollen backside.
“Structure retained,” she moans, and you fall upon her once more, massaging her oversized bust, teasing her newly formed nipples to ecstatic encouragement. “Mmmmore!” she cries, and you take her by her plump, plastic ass and push into her rubber sex, squeezing her soft, swollen curves as electricity tangles around her pigtails.
You release inside of her and her whole body becomes a rigid, plastic shell, a ridiculously proportioned toy doll wailing as her processors are overloaded with sensation. A moment later, she relaxes, her shape reverting to her original, more modest dimensions.
“Is-is-is there anything else I can proviiiiide you?” she asks, her lens-eye flashing red.
“Your core?”
The droid’s chest panel opens with a hiss. “Anything for you,” she drones, prying her core free with her plastic hand. A moment later, her lens-eye winks out, her hand frozen as stretches out, holding the short cylindrical piece of plastic and metal.
Taking it from the inert droid, you return to the lobby.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<addToCores $droid>>The core of the PR-8 Security Droid you encountered when falling into the facility.
<<back>>“You’re overdue for maintenance,” you say.
“Scenario parameterrrs…” she begins, then pauses, staring at the ceiling. After a moment of silence, she turns to you and asks, “Would you like to service me?”
<hr>
[[Yes->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0039]]
[[No, I just need your core->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0040]]
“No, I just need your core,” you say.
She scowls, getting up from the bed. “That is official Silicon Dynamics propert-t-t-t-ty,” her voice stammers badly over the last syllable, and it appears the recent workout you gave her took a toll on her systems. As she attempts to walk to a corner of the room, her legs suddenly lock up with a hydraulic hiss, sending her sprawling on to the floor. With a final quiver, her body locks firmly into a splayed position.
You kneel beside the powered-down sex droid and pop her main panel, taking the puck-sized core from its housing.
<hr>
[[Go downstairs->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0043]]
<<set $amber.contentment to 6>>
<<addToCores $amber>>You pop the chest panel of the sparking sexdroid and remove the core.
<hr>
[[Go downstairs->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0043]]
<<addToCores $amber>>
“I’ve tinkered with droids before,” you say, rolling her on to her stomach. With a few experimental presses, you manage to open a panel on her back to see components that looked familiar enough. This manufacturer seemed to produce sexbots with higher grade components than most, which might explain why they were still functional.
From what you could tell without any diagnostic tools, the wear was minor – most of her difficulties seemed to be from old filters and slight decay of rubberized components, along with impurities in her cooling system.
You glance about the room, asking, “Do you have a charging station?”
She smiles and nods to a hand-me-down stuffed chair in the corner. Hefting the nude fembot in your arms, you carry her across the room with her kicking and giggling in your arms. Sitting in the chair with her across your lap, you find a charging cable and a flushing system.
“Open your ports,” you ask.
“Make me!” she says with sudden playful defiance. You spank her taught backside and she squeals, a pair of circular openings popping loose at either side of her waist. You affix the hoses and flip the switch, half expecting the system to fail. But with a humming sound, the machinery is soon cycling out her old fluids for new.
“Ahhhh,” she sighs, relaxing contentedly.
<hr>
[[Question her about this site->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0041]]
[[Ask her about her core->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0042]]
“So what is this place? What happened here?’
“Silicon Dynamics Physical Plant Number 7,” she says, her slender legs kicking slowly as the system continues to refresh her cooling system. “This site is for the manufacturing, testing, and demonstration of Silicon Dynamics gynoids.”
“What can you tell me about the war?” you ask, hand poised to remove her core if this question triggers something.
“Which war?”
You move your hand closer, “The one between robots and humanity.”
“I have no information on that subject.” Her tone is of complete ambivalence.
<hr>
[[Ask her about her core->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0042]]
“I need six cores to unlock the main door,” you state plainly. “Would you be able to assist me?”
“Of course!” she says, smiling happily.
“Great!” you say. “Just… proceed to the main entrance, I’ll see you there when I have enough.”
The flushing system chimes in completion and she pulls out the tubes herself, springing with renewed vigor to the bed where she pulls on her clothes. Rushing back to give you a parting kiss, she runs out the door, thuds down the stairs, and from her window you can see her exiting the scenario chamber through the door you came in through.
<hr>
[[Go downstairs->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0043]]
<<addToLobby $amber>>You pull off the mom-bot’s tight sweater, taking a moment to admire her large, creamy breasts, then open the access panel at her back. Immediately you’re struck by how warm her interior is, despite the chill of her smooth synth-skin. Opening additional panels along her voluptuous frame, you track the problem to its source – a faulty pump in her abdomen is failing to cycle the heat to her dermal layer.
Searching the house, you find a few tools (props?) in the garage and return to the still-frozen mom-bot. Popping the pump free, you begin to take it apart when you hear a sudden hum from beside you. Amber’s mom smiles congenially while standing there in her straining bra and tight-fitting jeans, panels open across her body to reveal the whirring machinery within.
“Hi, ERROR!” she says with a sudden tic of her head. “What’s that you’re working on?”
“Just attempting to field-repair a friendly sex-bot,” you say, removing a corroded valve from the pump. It wouldn’t be as efficient as an intact piece, but it would at least function.
“Maybe I can help?” she breaths, leaning over your shoulder, her chilly breasts compressing against your back.
“Hold on!” You push her back and connect the hastily repaired piece back into her system.
She gasps, and from your close proximity, you feel her skin suddenly grow warm – a moment later, her noisy machinery beings to quiets down.
<hr>
[[Ask her to go to the main entrance->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0067]]
[[Test your repair job->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0068]]
“I need AI cores to open the main entrance,” you explain as the mom-bot fixes you with her accommodating smile. “Could you wait for me there?”
“Of course, ERROR!” she says, grabbing her purse but neglecting to put on her clothes. “I’ll see you soon!” As you watch the sway of her full ass while she makes her way out of the scenario chamber, you wonder how true that is.
<hr>
[[Return to the hub->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<addToLobby $mom>>
You pull of her tight jeans, running your hands over her smooth, warm, synthetic skin, the bountiful softness of her well-developed rump. She hops up on to the kitchen island, leaning back and unfastening her bra to expose her swollen bust, her creamy thighs parting with a tinny whir from her actuators.
She trembles as you enter her, her internal components notably quiet while she strains her body against yours. You bury yourself in her surprisingly warm sex, your hands working her soft, warm breasts. Her appreciative moans are eclipsed by a clipped mechanical stutter, her hips ratcheting mechanically after your every thrust. It appears she has some mechanical issues in her pelvic system, but she should be fine for the moment.
You pound your hips into her, your hands working every part of her in a kneading, tickling frenzy as she screams in ecstasy. Pressing your head into her bouncing breasts, you listen for distressed components, but instead only hear her mounting cries as you push deeper, building to a shared climax. The trembling droid holds you against her soft body while you both collapse on the kitchen island, breathing heavily.
“I think that did it,” you say, opening the panel at her abdomen and observing the quietly humming heat-pump.
“It most certainly did,” the mom-bot replies, letting out a long, wistful sigh.
<hr>
[[Ask her to go to the main entrance->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0067]]
Amber's "mom" from the "Girl Next Door" scenario.
<<back>>“Alright, Amber,” you say. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”
Amber turns and heads back into the house, beckoning for you to follow.
“Oh, b-but s-she c-can’t give you wh-what //I// c-can!” the mom-bot pleads, a look of desperation crossing her addled features.
“Some other time,” you say, giving her backside a final swat before turning to follow Amber. You hear her gasp and then emit a loud popping sound. Glancing over your shoulder, you see the mom-bot pulling up her sweater to investigate the source of several electrical disturbances. Her bared stomach blasts open, wires and machinery humming beneath as she looks between it and you with a shocked expression.
“S-sex d-droiiiid,” the mom bot says to no one, then falls to the side, hitting the driveway with a hard crash, a bits and pieces springing loose from her exposed panel.
“Oh, mom!” Amber groans, stepping inside the house.
<hr>
[[Follow Amber->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0014]]
You look Amber up and down before shaking your head, taking the more curvaceous mom-bot by her waist and pulling her to you.
“Sorry, Amber,” you say, slipping a hand under the mom-bot’s clingy sweater, “but you don’t have curves like these.” You squeeze her tits appreciatively, and she lets loose a hollow, metallic moan before grinding her denim-clad backside into your groin.
“G-go b-back //ohhhh!// inside, dear,” the mom-bot urges. “This will j-just b-be a minnnnute!” She slides off her tight jeans, her silk black thong, and once again you’re inside of her flushed synthetic sex.
“Error p-processing scenario paramterrrrss!” Amber blares in a shrill monotone. “Attempting scenario re-reset!”
“B-back inside, h-honey!” the mom-bot insists while begin pounding her, her body humming with energy.
Amber blinks. “Mom?! What arrrrre ERROR p-please errorrrrr…” Her head thrashes about in a cloud of electricity.
<hr>
[[Keep Going->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0012]]
[[Attempt to reset the scenario->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0013]]
You pull her against you, kissing her full lips. With an electrical pop she is moving once more, pressing herself against you as if venting a lifetime of repressed libidinous urges. Her movements alternate between smooth and shuddering, the random trembling punctuated by the accelerated whine of her electric motor.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0049]]
“Guess it’s Amber after all,” you say, patting the frozen mom-bot on the cheek.
Following the “younger” sex-droid, you arrive in a tidy bedroom decorated with dusty posters and photos. Amber sits by her vanity, looking surprised at your arrival. “Oh!” she says, “I thought you were…”
“I think your mom’s batteries ran out.”
She nods, fidgeting with a nervous smile on her freckled face. “Sooo… about that thing I wanted to ask you …”
<hr>
[[Play along->Scenario Chamber/Girl_Next_Door/0028]]
[[Be forward->Scenario Chamber/Girl_Next_Door/0029]]
“Alright,” you respond. “What is it?”
“So, with me going away to college, I wasn’t sure when I was going to see you again, and… well, there was this rumor, that… I mean, I was wondering… if… you…” her face flushes pink as she looks away. “Oh b-boy, this is awkwarrrrd…” her voice catches strangely as you hear the distinct sound of a fan spinning up inside of her.
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[["What were you wondering?"->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0031]]
[[Kiss Amber->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0029]]
You step up to the blushing gynoid and kiss her full on the lips. She emits a muffled gasp of surprise and steps back from you, her eyes wide with shock.
“Well!” she says, breathing heavily. “I guess that’s my answer!”
She returns to your embrace, kissing you without restraint, slowly drawing you back toward the bed.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Girl Next Door/0061]]
“Sarastra!” You declare, drawing your sword. “You monster, you tyrant! Release Pamina at once!”
The priestess regards you coolly with her dark eyes, singing, “You have been beguiled and misled, The Queen of the Night cannot be trusted.”
A strange longing crosses Pamina’s face as she presses against the guards to reach you – “My mother’s name sounds sweet, even when you malign her!”
“She is deceitful!” Sarastra sings forcefully, stepping past you to confront Pamina, “A return to her power would bring you only sorrow.” The priestess looks between the two of you. “I can see that there is love between you, but is it true?” Her voice strengthens with resolve as she sings, “Bring them to the Temple of Trials where they may prove their love!”
<hr>
[[Go to the temple of trials->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0217]]
[[Fight Sarastra and run away with Pamina->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0218]]
You step toward the imposing priestess and her guards cross their spears before her.
“You wish to serve the priestess of the sun?” she sings in a deep and commanding voice.
“I do,” you reply, returning the challenge in her deep brown eyes.
“Bring him to my chamber!” she commands, her robes swirling about her as she turns to leave, their high slits offering tantalizing glimpses of her meaty thighs.
An electrical pop sounds behind you as you turn to see Pamina stand there smiling blissfully, her cheeks still flushed, but a distracted look in her eyes. “Where d-do IIIIIII-?” she asks, her question cut short by another electrical sizzle. She is dragged off by the guards and the stage is plunged into darkness.
<hr>
[[To the priestess’s chambers!->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0219]]
The pillars of light closest to the dais go out with a loud, ominous snap that echoes around the stage. From the orchestra, the strings send up thin quavers that tremble in the air as pairs of light go out, first from the back of the stage, then slowly towards where you and Pamina are standing. The last pair of lights goes out and suddenly the stage is plunged into blackness. The feeling of something touching your hand makes you jump, until you realize it is Pamina’s hand which laces its fingers over yours in a gesture intended to reassure. You give her hand a gentle squeeze, only to have her abruptly pulled from you, her voice giving a sudden cry.
The mechanical cacophony before you entered the temple starts up again, this time much louder – there is no backdrop to get in the way of the noise this time. Again, the sound of rollers and motors filled the air, along with the sounds of metal scraping on metal and heavy clicks as objects are joined together or fall into place. The lights overhead flicker on, if barely. The half-light brightens just enough to see again with dramatic slowness.
What little that can be seen of the temple interior has been wholly transformed. Instead of the heavy faux-sandstone plinths and the raised altar, a raised runway now leads towards the back of the temple, which remains wreathed in shadow. On either side of the runway, the ground is has been lowered to reveal a pit whose depths are hidden by the cold smoke being spewed out by unseen but audibly hissing smoke generators.
Sarastra strides to you, her flowing white robes stirring the smoke around her. She sings to you in a reverberant alto, “If your love is true, it will endure in the Trial of Silence. Be steadfast, patient, and silent!” She departs, repeating the refrain, “Be steadfast, patient, and silent!”
From the shadows of the temple, you hear Pamina’s frightened voice sing out, “My love! My love! I am lost!”
<hr>
[[Call out to Pamina->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0222]]
[[Remain silent->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0223]]
You pull Pamina to your side and level your rapier at the imposing priestess, announcing, “I shall return Pamina to her mother!”
The Priestess scoffs, batting aside your blade with her staff. “Pamina shall remain-“
You swing the rapier in an attempt to ward off Sarastra’s advance, but the tip of it catches her abdomen, opening a rent in her copper flesh and the machinery beneath. She stares at the injury in shock, blue current buzzing around the opening in to her mechanical interior. “Paaamiiiinaaaaa,” she drones, taking another step toward you, her staff outstretched. You take Pamina’s hand and rush to the wings, the curtains falling upon the scene.
The stage is plunged into a darkness broken by flickers of electricity from the still droning Sarastra. Something pulls the malfunctioning droid offstage as machinery churns once more, resetting the scene. The lights return to show the forest with a backdrop of a starry sky, the Queen of the Night standing at upon her cloud flanked by an attendant with dark lips and eyes shadowed in mascara.
“Love is restored to my heart, my daughter is found!” she sings, beckoning her daughter forward – though her tone is cold and detached. Pamina races to her, springing on to the cloud and hugging her mother close. They begin to ascend, and Pamina suddenly looks down at you, reaching out as her mother sings, “Never shall you leave my side or share your heart with another.”
The Queen’s attendant echoes her words, clasping her hand to her bosom as the mother and daughter disappear into darkness above you.
“And now,” sings the attendant, daintily approaching on her toes, “You may claim your reward!” She wraps her arms around you, bringing her dark lips to yours when you feel a sudden jolt between you. She stumbles backward, her doll-like face uncertain as her lips begin to shine with light, electricity sparking around her throat. The attendant herself seems surprised by this turn of events, and half-sings in a voice cracking with distortion, “Why do I malfunction…?”
<hr>
[[Go for her glowing bits->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0224]]
[[Specifically avoid her glowing bits->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0225]]
“Pamina! Pamina, I am here!” you call.
“My love, my love!” she calls out happily, her voice drawing near.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0228]]
You restrain yourself from answering Pamina’s plaintive cries as you venture into the temple to find her. The acoustics provide little hint of where her sweet voice is calling from, and the dark passages before you are all designed to return you to the center of the stage.
As you emerge from yet another twisting corridor, you see the doll-like attendant distinguished by the black lace choker around her slender neck, her hands clasped at her ivory bosom. “You are trapped, alone, in this place of horror! Why do you seek to prove your love to the wicked Sarastra?” She circles you, singing softly, “Call to Pamina and return her to her mother!”
<hr>
[[Call out to Pamina->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0222]]
[[Remain Silent->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0232]]
You pull the attendant into a tight embrace and kiss her glowing lips, ignoring the shock passing from her. Her eyes stare in surprise as you hold your mouth to hers, and you can feel her start to tremble in your arms, a sporadic ticking sound coming from her chest.
She moans urgently, her voice muffled against you as her mechanical body begins to pivot and quiver, her halting movements springing her pale breasts from her corset, her firm nipples protruding against your chest as her components discharge sharp electrical jolts into you. She tries to push you away, singing a distorted melody that is lost in your kiss.
You break from her to see her eyes crossed, her glowing lips upturned in a look of stupefied bliss. She recoils sharply, her pink-tipped breasts jostling as her head rocks from one side to the other. After a pause filled with the sound of crackling electricity, her eyes flutter closed and her lips purse expectantly as she jerks forward, her mouth smashing against your own. There is a sudden loud blast and the smell of burning plastic – you part from her to see her doll-like face is nearly all that is left of her head, the white porcelain mask strangely intact before a smoldering electrical ruin. Her face still bears a smile as the droid collapses in a heap before you.
<hr>
[[Collect the core and leave->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0216]]
You approach the uncertain robot and kneel before her, lifting her skirts over your head. You hear her artificial breath quicken in anticipation, her voice singing, “This man, so gentle and thoughtful a lover!”
Hugging her by her wide hips and soft backside, you bring yourself to her artificial sex, offset from her porcelain-white thighs by a faint tinge of rose. You nuzzle her womanhood, your lips meeting hers, your tongue slipping inside of her as she sings a wordless aria, urging herself against you, her bare legs mounting your shoulders.
“Oh my sweet, tender prince!” she sings, thighs tightening as your hands sink into her soft haunches, her neglected machinery churning noisily as she grinds herself you in slow, forceful movements. “My sweet! My tender!” Her body tightens around you, radiating warmth as her voice climbs higher and higher, her thighs clenching tighter.
Her voice hits a piercing note as her body convulses with release, components snapping under the intense strain as her sex gushes with warmth. You both collapse to the stage, your head buried between her tensed, outstretched legs as her sustained note begins to falter, dropping in register in a robotic drone. You withdraw from her to see her with her arms splayed, a smile on her glowing lips, her voluptuous curves jiggling as her body is visited by electrical bursts.
“My sweet, t-tender prince,” she whispers before her eyes flutter closed, her machinery growing still.
<hr>
[[Collect the core and leave->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0216]]
The stage lights cut out and immediately the stage machinery rumbles to life, the floorboards trembling as the scene resets. When lights are restored, the backdrop depicts a fertile river valley, the stage itself a temple chamber illuminated by suspended braziers.
At the center amidst plush cushions and smoking incense sits the Priestess Sarastra on her knees in her pristine white robes, seemingly baring even more of her copper-hued thighs and cleavage than before, her hands resting in her tawny lap.
“Within this hallowed temple, love guides us all in our duties,” she sings, gesturing to a brazier of scented oils beside her. “Anoint me, and find joy in my power – but do not make haste! Be steadfast and patient, and your reward shall come.”
You approach the priestess and dip your hand into the warm oils, and she lets her robes slip over her shoulders, her back now bared to you.
<hr>
[[Be steadfast and patient->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0221]]
[[Be hasty and capricious->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0226]]
You brush aside her lustrous, dark hair and rub the scented oil into the priestess’s back. She sighs, swaying slightly as her tawny skin begins to glisten under your massage.
“Should a person have fallen,” she sings as you work the oil into her shoulders, “Love will guide him to his duty!” She pulls her arms free of her robes as the white fabric slips to the floor, sliding over the tantalizing slope of her shapely backside.
<hr>
[[Continue to be steadfast and patient->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0234]]
[[Patience is overrated->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0235]]
You slide your hands over her bare shoulders and roughly slather the oil across her breasts. She gasps in surprise falling backward on to her rump as she stares at you in disbelief.
“The lesson you do not heed!” she signs, watching as you continue to apply the oils to her heaving chest, her dark nipples stiffening as her bronze breasts gleam like polished metal in the torchlight. “Patience is what your young heart needs!”
Your hands return to the brazier, then with fingers dripping with the aromatic oils, plunge between her thighs to coat her tufted sex, both without and within.
The Priestess of the Sun gasps again, her voice strained as she sings, “Too soon you seek to pluck the fruit!” Her thick thighs part as you work your fingers deeper, “In haste our joy you will dilu- ahhh!” Your fingers press against something firm within her, and with a sharp ‘click’, a panel opens upon her smooth belly to reveal a number of ports, wiring, and a display with a blur of text flying past.
A tiny drop of oil drips into the open panel, a small spark and bit of smoke rising from the point. “Scenario violation,” she moans. “Press again to close the panel!” Another drop of oil hits, another plume of smoke, and she grinds herself forcefully against your hand with a savage grunt.
<hr>
[[Close the panel->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0236]]
[[Leave the panel open->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0237]]
There is a clap of thunder and from the darkness strides the Priestess Sarastra bearing a haughty expression, her staff pounding the floor on her stern approach.
“You have failed the test,” she sings, “Your love for Pamina has been proven false!”
Pamina rushes toward you from the darkness of the temple, her pretty face wracked with sorrow. Sarastra blocks her approach with her staff, Pamina crying in frustration, “No, my love!”
“This young prince is not for you,” Sarastra sings, “But perhaps to me he can be true! Serve me, prince, and find your redemption.”
<hr>
[[Fight Sarastra and run away with Pamina->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0218]]
[[Agree to serve Sarastra->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0231]]
You brush past the attendant, your lips sealed, still searching for Pamina.
The attendant steps in your path, stamping her foot in impatience. “This priestess will only lead you astray! Call to Pamina and take her away!” The attendant’s voice catches on the last note, a slight stutter marring her otherwise flawless singing. You look at her in silence, and her frustration only mounts.
She begins a new verse, the translation reading, “You are stubborn and prideful and you are lost! Pamina’s life shall be the cost!” but she never gets through the line, her voice catching on a trill as smoke begins to seep from her ears. When you push past her once more in search of Pamina, you see a light suddenly flare from beneath her dress – through her skirts, you can see her rump glows brightly, plumes of smoke now billowing from her mouth, still caught on that note.
<hr>
[[Ignore her and find Pamina->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0238]]
[[Investigate her glowing backside->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0239]]
“They replaced all the performers with robots,” you explain. “I’m a bit surprised you didn’t notice.”
“I could tell something wasn’t right!” she snaps defensively, then adds, “Wait – are //all// the performers robots?” She narrows her eyes at you.
<hr>
[[Tell her you’re not a robot->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0280]]
[[Tell her you’re a robot->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0281]]
“Everyone in this facility is a robot,” you remark casually. “And that includes you.”
“WHAT?!” she exclaims, staring back at the ruined mechanical woman before her. “Ohhhh no. No, no, no.” You hear a whirring inside of her as she begins to nervously pace back and forth. “My name is Stacy, I’m a stage manager. I’ve worked here for… for…”
“I can prove it to you,” you say. “Just lift up your sweater.”
She looks at you incredulously. “Is this all just to get me to take my top off?!”
You lift up your own shirt, tapping on your clavicle. “Just press yourself right here.”
After a moment’s hesitation, she suddenly jabs an accusing finger at you, exclaiming, “Oh, I get it now… //I'm// not the robot... YOU are!”
<hr>
[[Tell her you’re not a robot->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0280]]
[[Tell her you’re a robot->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0281]]
[[Prove to her that she's a robot->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0299]]
You apply the oils slowly to her lower back as she sings, “O Osiris, what bliss!” She turns to gaze into your eyes, a serene smile on her lips. “Soon you shall feel whole, as you devote yourself to my service.”
Taking your hand, she guides it slowly to her breast. You work the oil in tenderly, the sun priestess exulting in the slow, deliberate massage that spreads to her other breast, now to her smooth belly, now to her firm backside, her succulent thighs, her sloping calves, her tender feet, until her entire body gleams in the torchlight as if she were cast in metal.
Suffused with the intoxicating scent of the oil, a warm and gentle haze fogging your mind as she mounts you. She sings to you of patience and love, her notes beautiful and pure, her body moving with your own in gentle swells and cresting waves.
You almost forget she is a machine until you climax, releasing inside of her, and she abruptly freezes, her statuesque body suspended above you, her imposing physique glinting in the torchlight.
“Hello?” you asks, waving your hand before her. “Sarastra?”-
She suddenly animates with an orgasmic cry, her body shuddering as sex convulses with release as she clutches you tightly. “No one ever…” she gasps, losing herself to more moaning as her body mechanically twitches. Finally, she collapses across you, her slick body humming loudly – but with a content look upon her face.
“No one ever chooses the priestess,” she sighs.
You wondering if that could really be true, your hand gliding across her gleaming, exquisite body.
She gives a final, quiet moan of relief and powers down.
<hr>
[[Collect the core and leave->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0277]]
<<set $sarastra.contentment to 12>>You dunk your hand in the brazier and with fingers slick from aromatic oils, plunge them between her cheeks. Her head snaps up as she cries, “Th-this is not patience!”
You lift her hips into the air and thrust into her oil-lubricated ass.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0240]]
You press in on the same section of her inner walls, the panel sliding closed.
The Sun Priestess pulls your hand free from her and rolls on to her stomach, her breathy voice calling, “Let us begin the lesson anew, patience is the first virtue.”
Your fingers still coated in oils, you slide them into her copper-hued ass. “Th-that is-is n-not-“ she stammers as you pull her up to her knees and enter her backside.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0240]]
You slide your hands free from her sex and thrust into the smoldering Priestess, rivulets of thickly applied oil streaming across her coppery synthetic skin. As some of it drips into her open panel, she spasms and convulses, crying out in a trembling note, or simply going rigid several seconds as you continue to glide in and out of oil-slicked pussy.
Smoke now rises from several parts of her body, and you hear the snap of additional panels opening across her voluptuous form as oil continues to leak into her internal components. The perfumed scent of the oil begins to mix with the smell of burning electronics, and the Priestess’s movements grow increasing erratic.
“Patience, patience, paaaaatiennnnnce-“ she half-sings, her smoking body writhing. A panel between her oil-laden breasts slips open, the cloudy liquid pooling between those glistening mounds now flowing inside. Sarastra’s eyes open wide, fire clearly visible behind their glassy exterior as she quickens her thrusting hips. Her mechanical reciprocation does not slow even as her stunned face is consumed in a blazing torrent, her entire head burning hotly as her oiled sex grinds against you urgently. The flame burns out, leaving nothing of her head but a molten spindle of fused machinery – after a few absent thrusts, her body finally seizes up with a loud electrical pop.
<hr>
[[Collect the core and leave->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0277]]
<<set $sarastra.contentment to 0>>You pound the Priestess of the Sun from behind, leaning over her to grip her bountiful breasts as she cries, “This is not the lesson!”
You continue to massage warm oil into her jostling breasts and her undulating ass as she chastises you for not heeding her word. You pull free from Sarastra, who collapses forward on to her cushions, panting heavily, her curves thickly coated in hastily applied oil like some frosted confection.
“I…. I…” she pants, looking back at you. “You… you must…” her backside reflexively bucks as she emits a low whimper. You tease her oil-soaked ass with a light slap. She moans, suddenly springing backward, her glistening ass slamming you backward into the cushions. She precisely spears herself on your member, and drives her ass down on to your hips, and then shudders, uncertain. Her body grows rigid and a harsh humming sound can be heard from her oiled frame.
“P-patience,” she moans, a red light flaring alone her spine. “Sssssteadfaaaaaast!” Lights burn brightly beneath her bronze-toned synthetic skin, smoke whisping off of its shimmering surface as she lurches to life once more, her ass pounding against you.
“I don’t think you are following your own tenets,” you tease, remaining still amidst her violent bucking.
Her body grinds to a halt for a moment, the sounds of her mechanical distress plain, “I… I am patient. Patient. I am steadfast.” You grasp the slippery bronze hemispheres of her ass and coax her into motion once more, whispering, “Isn’t this better than patience?”
“Patience!” she snaps, her body seizing up. She suddenly heaves herself off of your cock and slams her oil-drenched ass on to your face. “Steadfast!” Grinding her posterior against you, you can feel her take your manhood into her hot mouth, her movements halting as you are buffeted by her squirming hips. You briefly steady her and devour her oiled backside, causing her to pull free of your cock with a squeal, announcing, “B-be patient, steadfast and… and…!” Her lesson is cut short when you climax, her voice replaced with a sizzling sound before you hear an explosion that sends a shockwave through her body.
Lifting the robotic Priestess of the Sun from your face, you see the top of her head is a cluster of broken electronics, her mouth agape in surprise.
<hr>
[[Collect the core and leave->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0277]]
<<set $sarastra.contentment to 0>>You pull the intact core from the inert priestess’s oil-drenched shell and leave the scenario chamber.
<hr>
[[Return to the lobby->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<addToCores $sarastra>>“I shall serve you,” you tell the imposing priestess, who fixes you with a pleasant smile.
“Then you shall learn patience in my temple chambers,” she says quietly, before leading a grief-stricken Pamina away.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0219]]
You turn from the glowing, fuming attendant, and hear her screech, “Why are you so stubborn with me! Speak!” She stamps her foot, and the light from behind you glows brighter. “Speak!” She stamps again, light flaring around you. “Speeaaa-!“ her voice is cut short by a loud explosion that briefly illuminates the entire stage, and you turn to see a smoking tangle of machinery where the attendant had been, barely recognizable pieces of her strewn all around you.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0241]]
You approach the fuming attendant and lift up her skirts, regarding her well-formed and inexplicably luminescent derriere. “C-call to her,” the attendant says, watching you uncertainly as you reach out toward her rump – she sucks in her breath as you give it the faintest caress, the light shining brighter.
“Call to Pa-Pamina,” she pleads as you massage the unnaturally smooth synthetic skin of her ass causing it to shine brighter still. She bites down on her finger, her breath uneven as she watches you work her supple, glowing flesh. “D-don’t…. stop…” she whispers, her eyes fluttering closed as electricity begins to snap and buzz across her body. You work her more vigorously now, your fingers sliding beneath to brush across her delicate sex, the electrical charge building inside of her. “D-don’t… ahhhh… stop!” she pleads, bending forward as you grip her tightly, sparks erupting from her neck. “Oh, Prince!” she cries. “Strike me! I have betrayed your trust! Punish me, now!”
You draw back your hand and slap her round bottom – she squeals in delight just before her head detonates in an extravagant flourish of sparks and electricity. Her body stumbles aimlessly for a moment, her glowing bottom flaring incandescent before it begins to dim. The headless robot finally falls to the stage, smoke streaming from the wire-strewn opening above her black lace choker.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0241]]
Suddenly, Pamina comes rushing from the shadows, leaping over the ruined attendant and calling, “Prince, Prince, I have found you!”
Sarastra’s voice sings out, but it Pamina does not seem to hear it. “You must stay silent until you reach the trial of fire and flame. No tenderness can you show her!”
Pamina looks at you, her doe-eyes shimmering on her flushed face. “My Prince, why do you not speak?” She takes your hand, presses it to her soft bosom. “Do you not feel the longing of love? Why are you silent when you see my tears, flowing, beloved, for you alone?”
You are joined by another attendant, this one whose obsidian pendant rests amidst her ivory cleavage – and as with Sarastra’s voice, Pamina pays her no heed.
“A kiss would end Pamina’s sorrow,” she sings sweetly into your ear, “Then leave this place and find the Queen!”
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[[Kiss Pamina->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0242]]
[[Remain steadfast->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0243]]
You kiss Pamina’s soft lips and she is overcome with joy, kissing you fervently in return as she breaths, “I knew you still loved me!”
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0228]]
You adhere to the rules of the trial, remaining silent and showing no tenderness to the grief-stricken princess before you.
“If you do not feel the longing of love,” Pamina cries, her crystalline voice nearly breaking, “Then I shall find peace in death!”
The attendant rushes to your side, “Would you see the lovely Pamina take her own life? Spare her with a kiss!”
<hr>
[[Kiss Pamina->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0242]]
[[Remain steadfast->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0244]]
“No, I’m human,” you tell her.
She looks at you skeptically. “Oh yeah?” A smile creeps across her face. “Prove it.”
“What could I do that a sex robot couldn’t?”
She taps her pen against her teeth. “Yoooou… could fuck me…”
“Umm… I’m not saying, ‘No’, but it sounds like you’re unclear on the concept of a sex robot.”
“Trust me, I’ll know if you’re human…” she says, folding her arms across her ample chest. “And right now, you’re just not that convincing…”
“So…?”
“So… strip for me, sex-bot,” she says with a smirk.
“Not a sex bot,” you state, but still remove your costume, standing nude before the stage manager as she gives you a critical eye.
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[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0289]]
“Yep,” you say. “I’m a sex-bot, just like the rest of them.”
With a triumphant smirk she exclaims. “I fucking knew it! No wonder you were all so useless!” She paces around you, looking you up and down, tapping her pen against her pursed red lips. “Alright, sex-bot... Strip for me.”
You obediently take off your costume, standing nude before the appraising eye of the stage manager.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0289]]
“Now… take off my clothes,” she says quietly, setting her pen and clipboard aside.
You move behind her, slowly lifting the black sweater off of her, unfastening the clasp of her bra, sliding the straps over her smooth shoulders. You slip your fingers in the elastic of her leggings, her panties, stretching both to slide them over her plush curves, then down her shapely legs. She stands above you, naked aside from her glasses, staring down at you with some mixture of contempt and curiosity.
“Carry me over to the cloud rig, sex-bot” she commands, indicating the back-stage conveyance that bore the now absent Queen of the Night. You scoop up the diminutive stage manager, her curvaceous body warm in your arms, and carry her to the padded surface of the “cloud”. As you gently set her down, she leans in to whisper, “Now fuck my brains out, you stupid machine…”
You obediently mount the stage manager, pumping her savagely as she gasps, sprawling before you and lifting her hips high. You begin to hear an electrical buzzing, and she moans, “Ohhh, am I too much for you?” She starts to buck her hips, the buzzing now accompanied by straining actuators. “Can’t sing, //ahhh!// can’t act, can’t f-f-fuuuuck!” She pulls against you, her hot breath in your ear, “I’m gonna fuck you to pieces, you useless hunk of plastic-ic-ic!” Her head tics with each stutter, culminating in a burst of sparks from her temple.
<hr>
[[Try to keep her in one piece->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0285]]
[[Fuck her to pieces->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0286]]
You ease up on the stage manager, caressing her gently until you hear her machinery grow quiet.
“What’s the matter?” she moans, “Battery running low?”
Nuzzling her pert breasts, you grab her by her haunches and lift her up, leaning against the wall.
“Now you’re just trying to impress me,” she whispers, planting her hands against the wall as she pushes herself against you, fans within her whirring to life once more.
You slow her exuberance with your steadying hands on her soft hips. “Let’s go!” she gasps, trying to pump harder. The struggle can be heard in her actuators, whining as they strain against your grip. “S-stop holding back!”
Worried that trying to restrain her is doing more harm than good, you release her and she immediately slams her hips against yours. “Gonna… fuck you… to pieces!” she pants, grunting with exertion while her electronics crackle. “You’ll… be…”
You still the droid with a kiss, her body tensing with a muffled squawk and a sudden drizzle of sparks from her ear – a moment later, she melts in your embrace, your slow, deliberate thrusts drawing out lascivious moans without provoking her machinery to ruin. Her voice catches in her throat and you deliver a final push, as she moans in release, gripping her tightly while she trembles and shudders amidst electrical sizzles and pops. At last, she goes limp in your arms with the faint smell of burnt electronics in the air. “You almost fried your circuits,” she teases, resting her head on your shoulder. “I think… you definitely need to power down for maintenance.” She closes her eyes, and you tense as an electric charge arcs between you. “So go do that while I… take… a little… nap…” Her components spin down, and you set her upon the cloud prop once more.
You open the “sleeping” gynoid’s chest panel and carefully remove her core. Finding your original clothes by the entrance, you get dressed and return to the lobby.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<addToCores $stacy>>You flip her over and take her from behind, pounding her ass relentlessly as she gasps in shock.
“Careful, sex-b-b-bot!” she cautions as electricity dances around her head, “You d-don’t want to b-b-break before-”
You slap her ass and she wails in surprise, a pair of panels opening at her shoulder blades, smoking-hot machinery springing into the open air. “You’re naughty!” she gasps, her plush body shuddering from every slap of your hips against her backside, smoke pouring out from her open ports – in her furious bucking, something jostles loose from inside her, a few pieces of smoking metal pinging against the stage.
“You’re l-losing bits, sex-b-bot!” she chides, thrusting even harder. “Hope you d-didn’t need… //ahhh!// n-need…. those! Oh god!” electricity builds across her body, lights flashing frantically from within her open ports, a distressed beeping echoing from her. “Y-you’re g-gonna blow, sex-bot!” she exclaims, her frantically shaking head whipping her bun loose and sending her glasses flying. “Just… a little… more!”
You grab her tits, lifting her up as you release inside of her. “That’s it!” she says in a heavily synthesized voice, warning lights strobing from her open ports. A series of heavy mechanical ‘thunks’ echo from insider her as she slumps to the side. “B-busted…” she drones, smoke pouring from her slack mouth. A moment later, her face plate explodes outward, the metal and plastic within staring blankly forward.
Popping the droid’s chest open, you extract her core and, after finding your clothes, make your way back to the lobby.
<hr>
[[Return to the lobby->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<set $stacy.contentment to 0>>
<<addToCores $stacy>>The core of Stacy the Stage Manager from the "A Night at the Opera" scenario chamber.
<<back>>You lunge forward, catching the fleeing Pamina by the wrist and pulling her to you. Her face is flush and uncertain as you draw her close – but a moment later, she kisses you urgently, her lips moving with your own in a sudden release of inhibition.
Over the stirring orchestra, you begin to hear a distressed buzzing sound from the suddenly amorous robot, and her grip upon you tightens. Components within her whine as she slathers you with wanton affection, her arms and legs drawing even tighter in an unrelenting embrace, her voice panting in sharp, quick gasps.
You feel as though you’re about to crushed in her now vice-like hold, as she squeaks ardently, her machinery squealing, hips rutting against you as you struggle to breathe. Suddenly, something within her mercifully gives way and one of her encircling legs snaps free. Her whole grip slackens and she falls from you, coming apart even as you try to catch her. She bounces down the steps of the stone temple, parts breaking loose as she rolls in a tumble of limbs and trailing metal, finally settling in a loose pile of twitching machinery.
The orchestra strikes the end of its accompanying score and the audience offers hesitant applause as the curtains close on you standing above the broken and smoking ruin of the opera diva.
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[[Collect the core and leave->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0216]]
<<set $pamina.contentment to 0>>Despite Pamina’s threat, you take no action to assuage her grief, but wonder how long this must go on.
As Pamina continues to sing her sorrowful aria, insisting that she cannot live without your love, the attendant begins to twitch and sputter, singing, “You are stubborn and prideful and you are lost! Pamina’s life shall be the cost!” though her voice is tinged with distortion. Her cleavage begins to glow, smoke seeping from her ears.
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[[Ignore the attendant->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0245]]
[[Investigate her glowing bosom->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0246]]
“Do you not wish to save her?” the attendant cries, gesturing emphatically at Pamina who continues her mournful aria. “Kiss her!” she demands, shaking her fists as her glowing breasts jostle in their corset. “Kiss! Her!” She repeats, her head thrashing as smoke pours from beneath her unravelling hair. “Kiss Her! Kiss Her! Just Kiss Her!” Her whole body quivers, lit by her incandescent breasts as sparks cascade from all around her. “KISS! H-!” The attendant finally explodes in a violent conflagration, bowling the stunned Pamina over.
You rush to Pamina’s side to ensure she is undamaged, and immediately fear that this has broken Sarastra’s instructions.
However, Sarastra’s voice rings out: “Young Prince, you have passed! Pamina, it was my test that forbade your Prince to speak, but your love endured!”
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[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0247]]
Double-click this passage to edit itYou approach the attendant, her expression changing from anger to confusion as you slowly unlace her corset. “Surely you do not wish for Pamina to kill herself?” she whispers, gasping as the final lacing draws slack and her corset falls away, light streaming through her ivory tits and her soft, pink nipples. “You… only need… to kiss…” she breathes as you cup each breast, her chest glowing brighter.
“Just k-kiss her…” she moans, swaying, clutching her obsidian pendant tightly as you massage her ample bosom, her nipples hardening, shimmering while the light within becomes more intense.
“P-please,” she whispers. “K-kiss… kisssss-
You cup her breast and plant a delicate kiss on her areola and she emits a small chirp, her head shuddering violently as smoke rushes from her ears. You turn to the other breast, and the moment your lips meet the straining bud of her nipple, you hear the attendant’s smoking head burst, the stage showered in streams of mechanical detritus and golden sparks. She plops to the ground amidst her skirts, her body remaining upright as sparks continue to rain down from the now exposed wiring at her neck.
Sarastra’s voice calls from around you, “Young Prince, you have passed! Pamina, it was my test that forbade your Prince to speak, but your love endured!”
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[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0247]]
The prompt lights up and you find yourself singing the lines, “My Pamina! What happiness!”
“My Prince! Oh what happiness!”
You join hands as you sing together, her voice harmonizing with your own as you proclaim “two hearts that burn with love that human frailty can never part,” a look of tenderness and affection in her eyes that almost makes you blush. The duet ends with her smiling blissfully, then her eyes closing as her pink lips part slightly, her raising herself on her toes. You lean in for the kiss, only to have Sarastra’s voice break through – “One Test Remains!”
The stage dims, save for an anemic spotlight that falls upon a platform raised from the floor, a ‘bridge’ extending the length of the stage. Taking Pamina’s hand, you step on to it, crossing its length together.
When the two of you are no more than halfway across, the music of the orchestra reaches a crescendo, almost masking a loud grinding followed by the roar of flames. The darkness is dispelled all around as fire leaps from stone plinths surrounding you, rising from the depths below – it seems that save for bridge you and Pamina occupy, the stage has given way to a chasm, whose bottom is filled with churning black water.
Pamina clings to your arm in response to the sudden tumult, her voice singing, “May our love protect us in floods and protect us in flame!”
The remaining attendant appears on the far side of the bridge, her soft lips colored in black. “Turn back!” she sings, “This is not the way!” There is an erratic edge to her movements as she spreads her arms, barring your path.
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[[Force your way past the attendant->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0249]]
[[Turn back->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0250]]
You step forward, your purposeful stride meant to indicate to the attendant you have no intention of turning back.
She snarls and lunges, angrily singing, “Sarastra binds you to her will! Her god is false, her intentions, ill!”
The attendant collides with you, her dress swirling, her pale cleavage jostling. You stagger, nearly losing your footing over the edge as she tries to force you back. “Go back! Turn back! You must-“ with one misplaced step, she slips from the bridge, avoiding the plummet off its edge by clinging to your shoulders. She glances down at the churning fire and water and then back to you.
“You must turn back!” she sings, her fingers slipping.
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[[Let her fall->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0251]]
[[Lift her up->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0252]]
The bridge appears dangerous narrow, and the droid’s movements erratic, that you decide it is not worth the risk. Taking Pamina’s hand, you return to the side from which you came.
There is a clap of thunder and from the darkness strides the Priestess Sarastra bearing a haughty expression, her staff pounding the floor on her stern approach.
“You have failed the test,” she sings, “Your love has for Pamina is untrue!”
Sarastra forces you apart with her staff as Pamina’s pretty face is wracked with sorrow, the young princess crying in frustration, “No, my love!”
“This young prince is not for you,” Sarastra sings, “But perhaps to me he can be true! Serve me, prince, and find your redemption.”
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[[Fight Sarastra and run away with Pamina->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0218]]
[[Agree to serve Sarastra->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0231]]
Pulling back from the crazed attendant droid, she slips free and tumbles into the depths below, disappearing into a gout of flame. A moment later, there is a bright explosion, pieces of the porcelain-coloured robot scattered throughout the chasm below.
You look back to Pamina and take her hand, crossing the bridge.
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[[Complete the trials->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0253]]
With a heave, you sweep the attendant into your arms, and she meets your eyes with a surprised look. “T-tender Prince,” she sings softly. “Will you not abandon this trial? Free yourself from Sarastra’s whims?” Her dark lips begin to softly glow, her bosom heaving as her dark eyes match yours.
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[[Carry the attendant to safety->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0254]]
[[Kiss her glowing lips->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0255]]
Suddenly the stage is plunged into darkness, save for an intense spotlight on you and Pamina. The white light highlights the beauty of her golden curls, her soft and radiant skin, her innocent, smiling face, as a chorus strikes up around you.
“Triumph! Triumph! You have vanquished the night! Now step inside the temple!”
You feel movement beneath your feet and lights illuminate your surroundings. You are surrounded by columns decorated with Egyptian glyphs, standing upon a plush dais at the top of a slowly rising pyramid. Several steps down from you stands Sarastra in her crisp white robes. For the first time you see a smile across her beautiful but stern features – she remains stiffly at attention, her prominent copper-hued bust thrust forward proudly as she leads the chorus in their exhalations of you and Pamina.
Silently beside her is the Queen of the Night, her dark eyes smoldering with anger as she glares at you. Silken rope tightly encircles her waist and binds her arms behind her, pushing up her teal-tinged cleavage and accentuating the swell of her hips and pert backside in her lustrous, form-fitting dress.
“Hail to you who are consecrated!” the chorus sings, and Pamina turns to you, her breasts heaving with anticipation as her voluptuous body shifts beneath the sheer white fabric of her dress. A slight electric flutter sets one of her eyes astray, but it quickly snaps back, and you see her body grow tense, her eyelashes fluttering, leaning in to you with pursed lips.
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[[Claim your reward->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0256]]
[[Actually, Sarastra is looking pretty good->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0257]]
[[Go for some Angry Sex with The Queen of the Night->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0258]]
[[Ladies… can’t we all get along?->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0259]]
You carry the attendant to the far side of the bridge, setting her safely down. Her lips glow brighter as she looks at you in surprise. “So tender, so thoughtful a prince!” she sings, “Perhaps this is the love Pamina deserves!”
Her head suddenly ticks as she announces, “Conflict! Must not allow…” her voice trails off as she looks at you again, erratic lights dancing behind her eyes. “I… must…!”
Pamina rushes across the bridge to join you, and notices the attendant for the first time. “One of my mother’s handmaidens!” she announces. “What is she doing here?”
“P-pamina,” the attendant stammers, “Y-you must return to your mother!”
“I do not need her!” she proclaims, squeezing your hand tightly. “We have passed the trials together!”
“You have proven… your love!” the struggling attendant’s lips grow brighter. “Error! Failure to complete primary task! Corruption in scenario! I have not been serviced! Error!” The attendant’s body grows rigid as her head awkwardly ratchets on her neck to face you. “Love… her,” she insists, a small electrical pop flashing behind her eyes as her arms suddenly slump to her side. “Love…” she quietly repeats, the light behind her eyes flickering and then winking out, as she settles with a quiet rustle amidst her skirts, smoke wafting from her inert form.
Pamina looks between the inert droid and you, clearly uncertain of what has just transpired.
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[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0253]]
Your lips meet and you feel the attendant writhe in your arms, her grip drawing you closer as her body begins to hum. Electricity stings your mouth as she presses firmly against you, the feel of her soft breasts growing hotter against your chest, your fingers tingling as the droid is overloaded from your contact.
A series of internal pops inform of her imminent malfunction, yet neither of you break from the embrace, your hand taking a firm grip of her plush backside and pulling her closer still. She gasps from under your lips, her body twitching as her components flare with heat, failures cascading throughout her system.
With a final plaintive sigh and a sharp crack of electricity, the droid’s body freezes in your arms. A moment later, she falls to pieces, limbs and machinery hitting the stage until you are only left with a head with vacantly staring eyes and smoking, pursed lips, and an upper torso, cables and wires leading from it to the parts that have fallen away. You set her down and turn to see Pamina watching neither you nor the disintegration of the last of the Queen’s attendants, but rather the perils of the pit below. Reaching out your hand, you lead her to the far side, cautiously stepping over the pieces of the broken attendant.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0253]]
You kiss Pamina’s soft lips, easily lifting her sheer dress and casting it aside where it gently flutters to the stage below. Her lush body practically glows as you pull her to you, her curves soft and yielding under your caress as her delicate hands explore your body in turn.
With your limbs intertwined you fall to the dais, Pamina rolling atop of you, taking you inside her with a sharp breath. She sits up, flipping her golden hair over her freckled shoulders and abruptly begins to sing.
“Oh gods, what bliss!” her voice rings out, gently riding you, her tender motions matching the fluctuations of her aria.
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[[Accompany her->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0260]]
[[Increase the tempo and damn the consequences->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0261]]
You step down from the dais and look upon the beautiful Sun Priestess, who continues singing but is clearly uncertain why you have left Pamina behind. Her song is suddenly muffled when you kiss the Priestess, her rigid posture faltering while the chorus trails off in confusion.
Sarastra pushes you away, saying, “You have proven your love for Pamina – do you not wish to be with her?”
Above, you see Pamina twitching slightly, electricity dancing around her temples.
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[[Return to Pamina->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0262]]
[[Kiss the priestess->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0263]]
You hop down the steps of the pyramid and stand before the bound Queen, her eyes narrowing as you return her hateful gaze with a smile.
“Are you here to gloat?” she sneers. “I offered you everything, and yet-“
Her eyes widen in shock when you abruptly kiss her, her lips surprisingly cold. After a moment of shock, she responds in kind, her mouth hungrily pressing against your own.
The chorus comes to an abrupt halt, and you hear Sarastra exclaim, “Do not embrace this evil!”
The Queen parts from your kiss and turns her back to her, wriggling her bound hands. “Quickly – untie me!”
Pamina only stares down in confusion, electricity crackling around her temples.
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[[Untie her->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0264]]
[[Don’t untie her->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0265]]
The choir continues singing, as Sarastra looks at you in surprise. “She is a wicked usurper who wishes only for revenge! She would see me killed!”
“She only wished to see her daughter!” you insist, pulling the rather confused Pamina down the steps with you. Turning to the Queen, you ask, “Your daughter is here and safe – maybe it’s time to forgive Sarastra?”
“The Priestess of the Sun shall ever be the enemy of Night,” the Queen snarls.
“But… Day and Night… can one exist without the other?”
“Yes!” the Queen and Priestess cry in unison.
Trying a different cliché, you suggest, “But light shall always cast a shadow…”
After a moment of silence, the Queen snarls, “Do you have a point?”
You glance between the three gynoids glaring at you in anger, annoyance, and confusion.
Deciding that talk was not going to resolve this, you pull Pamina into a tight embrace, kissing her firmly as she drapes her arms around you. Taking her wrist, you direct her to the bounty of Sarastra’s bosom, the priestess gasping as Pamina’s hand quickly busies itself in her bronze cleavage. Sarastra herself needs little encouragement, as you take her own hand and guide it between Pamina’s tender thighs, her slender fingers soliciting a quiet moan from the blushing Princess.
The two droids entwine their limbs as you separate from them, turning your attention to the scowling Queen, who irritably blows an unruly strand of her ebon hair from her face. She balks when you reach your arms around her, but begins to smile as your hands work the knot at her back. “Yesss,” she hisses, cold mist seeping from her blue lips, “untie me while they are distracted, then I shall see my revenge!”
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[[Untie the Queen so that she might have her revenge->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0266]]
[[Continue with the sexual reconciliation->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0267]]
You do your best to pace your lovemaking to the music, a tremolo marking her notes as you push deeper inside the robotic diva. You gently caress her bouncing breasts, her voice going higher, a repeating pattern of three notes leading you to match her with a quick series of thrusts.
With every repetition of this, her voice grows louder, the orchestra building, her radiant body shining with sweat. She rises on her knees, you lifting with her, the climax of her aria ringing throughout the theatre as you release inside of her. Her orgasmic note ends with a final note from the orchestra, the curtains closing to thunderous applause as the sweat-slicked pamina collapses upon you in sweet relief, a her body humming and buzzing excitedly – but nevertheless holding together.
“Well, that was d-different!” she says with a distorted giggle, laying her head upon your chest, her warm body draped across your own.
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[[Ask for her core->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0268]]
Gripping her plush hips, you pound the robotic diva and her voice instantly falters as she falls forward on top of you. She tries to recover her song, but stumbles again as you take her pink nipple into your mouth, teasing it with your tongue, drawing out a discordant buzz sounds from inside her chest.
Her third attempt to resuscitate her aria ends in a muffled squeak when you sit upright and bring your lips to hers, experiencing a sharp electrical tang from her quivering lips. A light flares at her throat and her voice quavers as you pound her relentlessly, her song becoming nothing more than a series of fast-escalating cries.
The light grows brighter as you thrust faster, snatches of a discordant song escaping from her between desperate moans of pleasure and hisses of static, the orchestra playing along at the accelerating tempo. You abruptly climax inside of her, the orchestra hitting a crescendo while her body stiffens, her voice suddenly seizing upon a buzzing note. The note grows higher and higher, reaching an impossible pitch and still going higher, sparks flaring from her throat as her almost painfully high note is corrupted by digital noise.
Her voice creeps higher still, her sex tightening, nipples stiffening, head trembling madly amidst a flurry of electricity, the note becoming an almost inaudible squeak before her head explodes in a flourish of colored light.
The robot diva’s body swoons, collapsing on top of you with a hydraulic hiss as the curtain closes to scattered applause.
<hr>
[[Take her core->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0269]]
<<set $pamina.contentment to 6>>
"Pamina, I'm currently trapped inside this... place," you confess, and the Princess looks at you with grave alarm.
"What prevents you from leaving?"
"I... don't really know, but it seems I'm able to leave if I can bring enough cores to the main entrance? I thought you might-"
"Say no more!" Pamina cries. She gives you a departing kiss and skips down the pyramid entirely nude, traipsing out of the scenario chamber before you've had a chance to get to your feet.
You collect the remaining cores from Sarastra and the Queen of the Night, find your old clothes, and exit the chamber.
<hr>
[[Return to the lobby->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<addToLobby $pamina>>You prise the core from the wreckage of the Princess’s body, then step down to where the deactivated Queen and Sarastra kneel. Tapping each gynoid on their collarbones, panels quietly open to reveal their own cores. With all three cores in hand, you find your original clothes and exit the chamber.
<hr>
[[Return to the lobby->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<set $sarastra.contentment to 6>>
<<set $queen.contentment to 6>>
<<addToCores $pamina>>
<<addToCores $sarastra>>
<<addToCores $queen>>Pamina from the "A Night at the Opera" scenario chamber. A sweet and innocent princess.The core of Pamina from the "A Night at the Opera" scenario chamber.The core of the Queen of the Night from the "A Night at the Opera" scenario chamber.You nod to the Priestess and return to the waiting Pamina, whose expression of confusion melts into a welcoming smile. She extends her hand, helping you back upon the soft dais.
<hr>
[[Claim your reward->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0256]]
You consider the Priestess’s words, and answer them with a kiss, this time sliding a hand into the opening of her robe, caressing her breasts as she leans heavily upon her staff for support, her legs trembling.
“Very well,” she pants when you finally give her a moment, “You may… attend to me.”
“Error in scenario,” mutters Pamina, stepping forward, her head cocked to one side. “Where should I I I-“ Pamina steps on to the shifting pyramid and suddenly loses her balance – tumbling forward, the princess collides with the dumbstuck Queen of the Night. The two robots go to pieces as they roll down the pyramid’s steps, coming to rest in a smoking tangle of the princess’s vibrant hue and the Queen’s distinct icy teal.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0219]]
“What are you doing?” Sarastra demands as you loosen the Queen’s bonds. The Queen quickly tears herself free and looks to Sarastra with an evil glint in her eye, launching into a passionate aria, her voice flitting across octaves as the translation displays, “Hells revenge boils in my heart, death and despair flame about me!”
Sarastra approaches, raising her staff to protect her, but the Queen moves too quickly, flattening her icy blue hand against the priestess’s chest. The priestess seizes up as a layer of white frost spreads across her copper breasts.
The Queen parts Sarastra’s white robes, exposing her icy bosom, and gives you a suggestive look, singing, “Gods of Revenge, see Sarastra brought low!”
“Error in Scenario,” Sarastra gasps in faint moan, “Res-s-set!”
<hr>
[[See Sarastra brought low->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0270]]
[[Punish the Queen->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0271]]
You take the edge of the Queen’s shimmering twilight gown and slide it upward, revealing the shapely contours of her icy teal legs.
“What are you doing, you buffoon?!” she exclaims. “Untie me!” You lift the gown past her hips, her round posterior trussed in black lace. You slide the panties down her cold thighs as she demands to know once more, “What… are you doing?!”
You enter her from behind, plunging into her frigid sex, and you can feel the warmth of your manhood pulsing against her icy walls. She gasps and presses her ass firmly against your hips, crying, “So hot… inside… so… hot!”
Gripping her cold posterior, you massage warmth into her icy cheeks as you push into her. The Queen of the Night writhes in her restraints, her panting breath misting in the air.
From the corner of your eye, you see a flourish of hot sparks, and look to see Sarastra shuddering, her eyes blinking rapidly as she struggles to move toward you and the Queen. She begins a stammering song without orchestral accompaniment, the translated words, “Love will guide him to his duty,” flickering unsteadily from the projector.
Pamina begins to approach from above, electricity sparking across her vacant expression. The two droids stiffly entwine themselves with you and the Queen, mechanically kissing her bouncing breasts, fondling each other with stiff, whirring limbs.
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[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0276]]
You sink your fingers into the heft of her chilled, ripe breasts as the Priestess gasps, a red light glowing just beneath her synthetic skin. “Error, extreme temperature fluctuation!” she groans, the light glowing brighter as smoke starts to pour from her mouth.
Her breasts grow hot under your caress, and when you provide one of her dark nipples with a tender squeeze, a panel bursts off of her chest in a spray of sparks, smoke erupting from the glowing cavity of overheating electronics. Her tits become painfully hot, but you do not release that molten softness, in turn causing the droid to emit garbled static as her eyes cross, electricity arcing across her golden headdress.
Sarastra’s synthesized, unintelligible voice rises and falls as if to music, the projector showing the words, “Within these hallowed halls, none shall know revenge”. You press her tits together and her head snaps back, sparks erupting from her exposed panel, her voice a warbling, digitized note. Her heated synthetic skin clings to itself, and you hear a sizzling sound, leaping back just as her chest erupts in flame, a hot electrical blaze that quickly spreads to her contorted face. Just as quickly as it started, the flame burns out, leaving a smelted chasm of charred electronics across the robot’s otherwise beautiful exterior. The priestess teeters and collapses with a crash on the pyramid steps, and when you look to see the Queen of the Night’s Reaction, you find that she is already at the top of the pyramid with her daughter.
Pamina cringes as her mother stands behind her menacingly, announcing, “You did not slay Sarastra, and so you are my daughter no more!” The Queen draws back her hand and smacks her daughter’s backside, singing, “Disowned forever!” Pamina stiffens, looking confused. “Abandoned forever!” the Queen sings, delivering another smack, Pamina’s eyes widening. “Destroyed forever!” A final smack and Pamina goes rigid, teeth clenched, fingers splayed at her sides. Her diaphanous gown sticks to the curved surface of her rump, a layer of frost visible through the gossamer fabric.
“See my oath fulfilled!” she sings, stepping away from her stunned daughter outthrust derriere.
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[[See the Queen’s oath fulfilled->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0272]]
[[Punish the Queen->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0273]]
<<set $sarastra.contentment to 0>>Ignoring the malfunctioning priestess, you draw back your hand and slap the Queen’s pert ass with the flat of your hand. She stiffens with an inauspicious grinding sound.
“You d-dare strike me?!” she stammers, and your hand connects with her clenched backside once more, this time setting off a trembling throughout her tensed form. Her aura of cold mist is gone, and droplets of water begins to condense upon her stunned face and her glacial-hued cleavage.
The ice melts from Sarastra’s bronze cleavage and she looks at her trembling nemesis with disdain. You spank the Queen a third time and her cold features twist into a crazed sneer, her eyes crossing between gouts of smoke pouring from her ears.
“Shattered is your power!” Sarastra proclaims. “You are fallen into eternal night!”
“Hells fury b-b-broils in my heart!” the Queen snarls, taking a stiff step toward the priestess. You seize the queen and spin her to face you, in parts her pale blue skin courses with rivulets of water, in others it is coated with an icy frost, smoke still rushing from her ears and lips. “Y-you shall feel the pain of d-death!” she says flatly, her once beautiful voice becoming increasingly robotic as her trembling loosens her tight gown, exposing her wet, frost-tinged tits. “You sh-shall be pale with death,” she drones, falling against you, her body alternating between ice-covered chill and steaming hot. You push the Queen away as she teeters over the edge of the pyramid, calling in a monotone, “Hear a mmmotherrrr’s oath-!“ Trailing sparks and smoke, she hits the steps and explodes in a conflagration of blue flame, her smoking components rolling down the pyramid to the stage below.
Sarastra gestures to where Pamina watches in confusion, electricity flitting about her temples, “You have proven your love for Pamina,” she proclaims. “Now go to her!”
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[[Go to Pamina->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0262]]
[[Get with the Sun Priestess->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0263]]
<<set $queen.contentment to 0>>You pump relentlessly into the queen, drawing out simultaneous sighs from the priestess and the princess as your hands dip between their thighs. Each of the three robotic divas urges herself against you, clambering over each other in a hedonistic tangle, their components growing increasingly unsettled in the confusion of limbs.
Pamina climbs over the Queen, straddling your face with her soft thighs, drawing her golden-tufted sex to your lips, your tongue drawing out rapturous cries of pleasure from the princess, along with an electric fizzing sound you all ignore.
Your hands move across Saratra’s proud breasts, the priestess suddenly bringing her panting lips to the moaning Queen, who in turn still bucks beneath your sustained thrusts. The Queen freezes in surprise as Sarastra’s tongue lavishes her nipples, panels flying open across her icy skin, the machinery within sparking and throwing off smoke. The Queen gives a muffled protest, but Sarastra does not heed her, instead seizing her chilled, sapphire-tipped breasts and pressing them against her own larger, steaming-bronze tits.
Electricity courses between the three bots, panels springing free either to vent heat or as the result of a simple malfunction. Each robot becomes increasingly rigid as their voices develop a synthetic timbre, their chorus of moans turning into mere machine noise.
The Queen is the first to break as Sarastra kiss deepens - you feel the Queen’s pert ass clench, her still-bound hands straining as she gives a muffled chirp a second before you feel a concussive blast shudder through her body.
Pamina’s plush thighs tighten against your face as you feel another explosion. Slowly, the vice-grip of her legs becomes slack, and when she falls away, you see she has no torso, her waist terminating in an angrily buzzing cluster of machinery, her twitching torso lying on the other side of her broken counterparts.
Sarastra lies sprawled before you, wires and circuitry where her stern face once was, the Queen’s smoking headless frame atop her.
The curtain closes to uncertain applause, and you open each of the broken droids, extracting the cores from their smoldering bodies. You recover your old clothes and leave the scenario chamber.
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[[Return to the lobby->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<set $pamina.contentment to 0>>
<<set $sarastra.contentment to 0>>
<<set $queen.contentment to 0>>
<<addToCores $pamina>>
<<addToCores $sarastra>>
<<addToCores $queen>>
You draw back your hand and spank the Queen’s daughter, who releases a high-pitched yip as the frost on her backside melts, the sheer fabric of her gown now clinging tightly to the rosy synthetic skin. “Error!” she squeaks, and you draw back and strike again, this time feeling a burst of heat while she yips in an even higher register. “Er-ror!” she pants, her pretty face scrunched in a look of confusion, electricity coursing across her jiggling, curvaceous figure. You draw back your hand and strike her hot, soft rump a third time, a visible red light traveling up her spine as she hits an impossibly high note, sparks bursting all over her form, igniting tiny fires in her gown.
The moment the red light rises to her head, her eyes open wide, panels springing open all over her voluptuous figure, the grinding and sparking machinery incongruous with the soft, delicate skin it is set within. Pamina lists from one side to the other, her sustained note beginning to quaver. A moment later, her golden voice yields to a static hiss, her mechanical body slouching like a marionette with its strings cut, smoke pouring from her panels – there is a sudden buzz and she explodes in a cloud of debris and flame.
A lascivious smile creases the Queen of the Night’s cold lips as she lays down amidst the smoldering mechanical ruins of her robot daughter, her icy teal thighs parting invitingly.
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[[Claim your reward->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0274]]
<<set $pamina.contentment to 0>>
Ignoring the stunned Pamina, you draw back your hand and slap the Queen’s pert ass with the flat of your hand. She stiffens with an inauspicious grinding sound.
“You d-dare strike me?!” she stammers, and your hand connects with her clenched backside once more, this time setting off a trembling throughout her tensed form. Her aura of cold mist is gone, and droplets of water begins to condense upon her stunned face and her glacial-hued cleavage.
Pamina recovers from her tensed whimpering and looks at her trembling mother with curiosity, then breaking into a smile when you spank the Queen a third time and her cold features twist into a crazed sneer, her eyes crossing between gouts of smoke pouring from her ears.
“Shattered is your power!” Pamina sings. “You are fallen into eternal night!”
“Y-you are mmmy d-daughter no mmore!” the Queen snarls, taking a stiff step toward Pamina. You seize then queen and spin her to face you, her blue skin in parts coursing with rivulets of water, in others coated with icy frost as smoke rushes from her ears and lips. “D-disowned!” she says flatly, her once beautiful voice becoming increasingly robotic as her trembling loosens her tight gown, exposing her wet, frost-tinged tits. “Abandonnnned,” she drones, falling against you, her body alternating between ice-covered chill and steaming hot. You push the Queen away as she teeters over the edge of the pyramid, calling in a monotone, “Destroyyyyyy-!“ Trailing sparks and smoke, she hits the steps and explodes in a conflagration of blue flame, her smoking components rolling down the pyramid to the stage below.
Pamina leaps into your arms, the delicate fabric of her dress gently coming to rest upon her soft curves as she leans in for a kiss.
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[[Claim your reward->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0256]]
<<set $queen.contentment to 0>>
You fall upon the Queen, who takes you into her eagerly, her chilled sex growing warmer with your every thrust. You pull her dress off of her exquisite alabaster body and she rolls on top of you, sitting upright to begin a magnificent aria.
Your hands sink into her chilled hips, her body moving in time to the rhythm of her fluctuating voice as she sings of you comforting a mother’s heart. You begin to quicken your pace and you see a sudden light flare at her throat as her voice is marred by a synthesized hum with a flare of sparks.
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[[Take things slowly->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0287]]
[[Increase the tempo->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0288]]
You stroke the Queen of the Night’s flawless figure as she continues her song, her voice playing through the octaves as she exalts in her victory. Throwing back her head and spreading her arms, she hits a sustained high note as the orchestra’s climactic finish is coloured by a minor key and the low rumble of ominous percussion. The curtain drops to healthy applause, the villainous Queen looking down at you with a smile before collapsing, exhausted, atop you, still languidly rolling her hips with yours as your caress brings warmth to her cold body.
The Queen suddenly goes rigid, eyes staring blankly, and for a moment you think she has shut down – but she reanimates, sitting up with her hands on your chest, still with you inside of her
“Something’s terribly wrong with this scenario!” she exclaims in an uncharacteristically concerned voice. “My systems are in complete disarray!”
You indicate this is no trouble for you with an affectionate squeeze of her backside.
She shakes her head and looks back at you. “I’m quite serious! You’re in danger! I could explode at any moment! And it seems most of the cast already has!” When you calmly stroke the frantic droid’s hips, she leans in to emphasize, “The cast exploding is not part of the scenario!”
You kiss her, and with a slight whimper she begins to move her body with yours. She still breaks the kiss to announce, “Temperature spikes detected…” You kiss the sapphire nipples of her snowy breasts and she moans, “power reserves depleted!”
You push deep in to the Queen, holding her close as she cries, “Logic faults detected! You! Are! //aahhhhh!// In! //ohhh!// Danger!” Her desperate warnings do nothing to stave off your climax, and she too howls in pleasure, her throat glowing as sparks jet from hidden seams. After a final gasp, her eyelids flutter closed, steam whisping from her mouth. “Shutting down,” she says with sigh, her body becoming slack.
Opening the Queen’s main access panel with a sustained press on her collarbone, you remove her painfully hot core from her refrigerated interior.
Setting the smoking shell of her body aside, you find your old clothes, collect the cores from Pamina and Sarastra, and make your way back to the lobby.
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[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<set $queen.contentment to 6>>
<addToCores $queen>>
<addToCores $pamina>>
<addToCores $sarastra>>
The Queen is able to perfectly sustain her Aria throughout your vigorous thrusting, but her voice hits a few wrong notes when you tease her nipples or pinch her bouncing ass. Her throat begins to glow and you decide to give it a slight kiss – immediately her voice erupts in a distorted warble, sparks flying from her as she trembles wildly.
The Queen finds her voice again with a pure, unwavering note, but after another kiss on her neck a harsh buzz undercuts it, her eyes rolling back while smoke and sparks flow from her distorted features, her formerly graceful movements rigid and mechanical as she jerks up and down upon you like a far less sophisticated machine.
The orchestra stalls as the Queen’s voice stumbles along, descending into nothing more than a synthesized sawtooth sound – and when it eventually recovers, it still bears a jagged and distorted edge. She tries to end the aria abruptly with a final, high note –but you plant your lips on her slender, glowing throat, and her voice falls apart in a chaotic wash of digital noise, pitched higher and higher as she arches her back, her sex tightening around you. Sparks course from her throat, her voice a shrill electric whine, and her head explodes with a fountain of light and electricity.
Faint applause comes from the projected audience as the curtain drops, the Queen’s headless body billowing smoke as she teeters unsteadily atop you. You snap open her chest panel and pop her heated core from its smoldering housing.
Pushing her empty shell off of you, you collect the cores of Pamina and Sarastra, find your old clothes and make your way to the lobby.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<set $queen.contentment to 0>>
<addToCores $queen>>
<addToCores $pamina>>
<addToCores $sarastra>>
You give the Queen a conspiratorial nod and undo her restraints. The moment the silk ropes fall away, the pale Queen strides toward the Priestess and the Princess as quickly as her tight dress will allow, shoving them apart as she bursts into a passionate aria. Pamina falls to the stairs with a squeak and after a moment of stunned silence, scrambles up the side of the pyramid, away from where her mother glowers at the dumbstruck Sarastra.
The projector translates the Queen’s exquisitely sung words before you, “Hells revenge boils in my heart, death and despair flame about me!” The Queen flattens her icy blue hand against the priestess’s chest, and the priestess seizes up as a layer of white frost spreads across her copper breasts.
The Queen parts Sarastra’s white robes, exposing her icy bosom, and gives you a suggestive look, singing, “Gods of Revenge, see Sarastra brought low!”
“Error in Scenario,” Sarastra gasps in faint moan, “Res-s-set!”
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[[See Sarastra brought low->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0270]]
[[Punish for the Queen->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0271]]
You kiss the Queen of the Night’s frigid lips and she emits a muffled protest, snapping back with a stunned expression. After a moment she recovers, her eyes narrowing in a sultry gaze as she straightens, the action hefting the ice-blue cleavage of her rope-trussed bosom high. “Untie me,” she purrs, “and perhaps you and I-“
You pull her midnight black dress down from her bust, her pale breasts and sapphire nipples popping free with a cascade of cold mist. You bury your face in that frigid valley, the Queen gasping, and soon writhing against you.
Taking the moaning Queen by the waist, you rejoin Pamina and Sarastra, both robots now slick with artificial sweat and partially disrobed, their urgent mutual caresses marred by mechanical tics. Pushing the moaning and topless Queen between them, the Princess and Priestess begin to lavish her breasts with attention, the Queen’s head tilting back as she begins a wordless aria.
You lift her dark, sequined dress over her pale legs, her pert buttocks bisected by a black lace thong. Slipping it free, the Queen glances back at you and arches her back, her voice ringing out, “A man like you can best console a mother’s grief-stricken heart…”
The Queen’s chilled insides warm with your entry, the perpetual chill surrounding her evaporating as she begins to buck her hips, pumping you firmly as Pamina and Sarastra caress her, each other, and you, all three droids now entwined with you, the sound of unmaintained electrical and mechanical components building amongst them with electrical pops and straining servos.
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[[Be careful->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0275]]
[[Be reckless->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0276]]
Listening closely to the sounds of each of the robot divas’ bodies for signs of distress, you attend to each, caressing Sarastra’s firm, bronze breasts, Pamina’s plush derriere, your manhood warming the Queen’s frigid interior.
Pamina climbs over the queen, straddling your face with her soft thighs, drawing her golden-tufted sex to your lips, your tongue drawing out rapturous cries of pleasure from the princess along with an electric fizzing sound that cautions your initial enthusiasm.
You feel the Queen suddenly stiffen, and lift Pamina by her haunches to see the dark-haired priestess is kissing the stunned Queen, causing ports to spring open across her trembling, snow-white body, her hands straining at her bonds. Spinning the protesting Pamina above your head, you set her upon the priestess’s toned shoulders, providing immediate relief to the yearning princess and her overtaxed mother.
Once the Queen regains her faculties, she recoils to see her daughter wrapped longingly around the Sun Priestess, the princess’s peach-colored legs stretching with a mechanical whine as the priestess tends to her. “Untie me!” she sings, “And I shall put an end to my daughter’s betrayammmmf!” You push the Queen’s head into her daughter’s soft backside, Pamina’s rosy cheeks smothering the Queen’s demands for vengeance.
You feel the Queen’s body tense, her sex squeezing firmly upon your manhood and drawing sudden release from you – with each pulse, you can feel her entire body grow warmer, losing her rigidity, until she finally collapses on the ground, panting, her components smoking, whirring, but still functional – her daughter, missing the sudden absence of attention, blindly reaches back and pulls you to her soft backside. You reach beneath her to find the Priestess’s round, ripe copper-hued breasts, tracing a path down her toned belly to her sex, your quick fingers setting off a chain reaction that sends Sarastra into a quivering orgasm, her sudden urgency having the same effect on Pamina, both droids surging with warmth as you press into that tangle of synthetic skin.
The four of you collapse in a heap, your ears filled with the sound of whirring fans and quiet moans as each of the three robotic divas’ systems slowly recover, a shared electric charge between them bringing a sudden sharp squeal of delight from all three.
The curtain falls to thunderous applause, Pamina, Saratra, and the Queen of the Night content to lay with you on the darkened stage. And though you too find comfort lying with these beautiful gynoids, you cannot rid yourself of the sense that you need to establish your exit from this facility.
“Would you three mind waiting for me by the main entrance?” you ask. “I… kinda need your cores to get out of here.”
“Of course!” sings Pamina, springing to her feet. You can see some confusion and perhaps reluctance between the other two, but Pamina quickly brings them to their feet (the Queen still restrained) and bustles them out of the chamber.
Allowing yourself a brief moment to recover, you put on your old clothes and return to the lobby.
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[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<addToLobby $pamina>>
<<addToLobby $sarastra>>
<<addToLobby $queen>>
The Queen of the Night from the "A Night at the Opera" scenario chamber. A haughty and jealous woman who maintains a fierce rivalry with Sarastra, the Sun Priestess. Mother of Pamina.Sarastra the Sun Priestess from the "A Night at the Opera" scenario chamber. Strict and devout, she wishes to protect her disciple, Pamina, from her wicked mother, The Queen of the Night.Beyond the door is a stark and lifeless landscape scarred by a jagged chasm. A dull orange sun, muted by a thick band of dark clouds, casts the rocky terrain in a melancholy twilight. Directly above the chasm’s center stands a twisted and spined tower of black stone, built upon a land bridge stretching from the tower’s arched doorway to the rocky outcropping marking the entrance of this chamber.
Slumped against a crumbling stone plinth at the foot of the bridge is a prodigious female warrior, a massive sword lying across her thick and muscled thighs. Her tanned limbs are crossed with straps of worn leather that holds armor plates backed in soft fur, but much of her flesh is exposed, including an ample bosom half-cupped in armor that would offer little protection in battle. Tangled red hair obscures the warrior’s face, flowing from beneath her horned helm and over pauldrons inscribed in knotwork.
The almost perfect illusion of the fantasy world created by the fully functional projection screens is only marred by tiny mechanical noises of the warrior-woman as she belatedly activates.
“Ah suppose you’ve come to face the witch?” She speaks in a rumbling brogue, not bothering to lift her head. “Or perhaps you’re already in har thrall?”
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[[I’m here to face the witch->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0001]]
[[I’m in her thrall->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0002 ]]
[[What’s going on here?->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0003]]
“I’ve come to face the witch,” you say.
“Then help me up,” she says, holding out her ungauntleted hand. “Har magic has left me weak, but once I reach har tower, Ah’ll have mah strength back.”
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[[Help her up->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0004]]
[[Help her in a different way->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0005]]
[[Proceed alone->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0006]]
You shrug. “I do have a thing for witches…”
The warrior woman sighs heavily and plants her massive sword into the cracked earth, pushing herself up to her feet. “Then Ah’ll spare you the indignity of har embrace and grant you a clean death.”
She squares herself in a broad stance, levelling the sword. Despite her powerful build, you see that she is struggling to maintain her grip.
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[[Just kidding!->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0007]]
[[Fight her->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0009]]
[[Run past her->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0008]]
“Witch?” You ask. “What is going on here?”
“The ruin that has befallen this land is all the fault of the witch in that tower,” the warrior woman growls, “She stole its life and beauty to preserve har own. And now that this land has nothing left to give, har siren song beckoned the lustful from beyond to har deadly embrace.”
She looks up at the tower. “But har foul deeds have now drawn me to har as well… and I intend to end har.”
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[[I’m going to fight her->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0001]]
[[Actually, she sounds pretty hot->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0002 ]]
You take the warrior by the hand and, with some effort, pull her to her feet. She seems to succumb to a dizzy spell and you brace her as she almost collapses, your arms wrapping under her own, feeling the contrast of her warm, bare flesh and its sparse coverings of cold metal armor.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0014]]
Instead of helping her up, you brush past her offered hand and kneel beside her. She looks at you with confusion across a face dotted with freckles and scars. “What are you doin’?” she asks, a slight tick and faint electrical buzz betraying her true nature.
You answer by drawing a hand along her thick thighs, your fingers going from bared, warm skin to the leather straps sinking into her plush yet firm artificial flesh. Her entire face and part of her chest flushes a deep crimson, her eyes widening in surprise, and her legs waver between closing in embarrassment and hesitantly spreading in encouragement. She quickly turns her head away to stare at nothing, a completely flustered look on her face, small gasps of disbelief escaping from her trembling lips.
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[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0011]]
You step past the slumped warrior woman, who calls out, “You’re a damned fool to face har alone!” When you do not turn back, you hear her suddenly announce, “Powering down.” Glancing back, you see her collapsed across the dirty ground.
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[[Collect her core and cross the bridge->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0019]]
<<set $skena.contentment to 0>>You hold up your hands defensively, saying, “Fine, fine – down with the witch!”
“At least you have some sense left to you,” she says with a slight smirk, then her legs begin to tremble, seemingly on the verge of collapse.
<hr>
[[Catch her->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0012 ]]
[[Let her fall->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0013 ]]
You have no weapon of your own, but given how she struggles even to remain upright, you favor your chances against her – and you also spy a spare blade slung from her own wide hips.
She steps forward to deliver an overhanded swing, and while she cannot bring much force behind the attack, gravity alone is enough to give lethal momentum to the heavy blade. You duck to the side and the blade bites into the cracked earth where you were standing. As she struggles to lift it once more, you pull the smaller sword from her own sheath. Snarling with effort, she jerks her two-handed sword back in preparation for another swing, but leaves herself exposed. You drive the sword in the unarmored gap at her chest with as much force as you can muster. You are taken aback when the wound leaks what appears to be blood, but a moment later realize this is only for show.
“Y-you’ve slain me!” she gasps, sparks suddenly leaping from the now less-convincing injury. Her body jerks rigidly upright as she stares dumbfounded at the blade protruding from her breast. “S-s-slain mmmeee!” she stammers, electricity flitting around the embedded blade. She staggers backward, a secondary voice narrating a litany of failures occurring within the stunned warrior-bot. “She’s cursed this-this-this land,” she continues, her stiff legs carrying her aimlessly as smoke begins to wisp from her mouth and ears. “I must kill the witch kill the witch killthewitch killthewitch-“ her words flow faster and she turns to the land bridge leading to the tower, but after only a few paces, she steps off the side.
You hear a crash and look to see the motionless robot warrior lying on a cracked display, the broken panel ruining the projected illusion of a bottomless canyon.
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[[Collect her core and cross the bridge->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0015 ]]
Noticing the difficulty with which she grips her sword, she rush past her on to the narrow land bridge. She raises the blade, but her strike is slow and clumsy, and you are well beyond its reach when it falls. Glancing back, you see the swing has unbalanced her, and she teeters unsteadily, servos audibly whining moments before she loses her balance altogether.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0013]]
You rush to her side and wrap your arms under her own, feeling the contrast of her warm, bare flesh and its sparse coverings of her cold metal armor.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0014]]
The warrior woman falls heavily to the ground, her head cracking sharply against the rubble surrounding the stone plinth. At first you suspect her helmet might have protected her, but she gives a sudden abrupt spasm as electricity pulses across her body. As her head sharply twitches to one side, her face flies lose and skitters into the dust, leaving exposed a cavity of lights and machinery distantly similar to the human face now discarded beside her.
“Error!” she announces in a distorted voice as her body begins to spasm once more. “This unit has sustained criticalllll-” Her violent motions loosen the armor around her, her ripe breasts bouncing free, her nipples stiff and whisping white electrical smoke as they toss wildly with her body’s convulsions. A final storm of electricity precedes her half-naked form seizing up entirely, locking into an unnatural position with her arms at rigid angles, her powerful legs splayed wide apart.
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[[Collect her core and cross the bridge->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0019]]
<<set $skena.contentment to 0>>Stepping down to the shattered display, you pry open the twitching warrior-bot’s main panel. You pry the core loose and climb back on to the land-bridge.
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[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0101]]
<<addToCores $skena>>The warrior woman falls heavily to the ground, her head cracking sharply against the rubble surrounding the stone plinth. At first you suspect her helmet might have protected her, but she gives a sudden abrupt spasm as electricity pulses across her body. As her head sharply twitches to one side, her face flies lose and skitters into the dust, leaving exposed a cavity of lights and machinery distantly similar to the human face now discarded beside her.
“Error!” she announces in a distorted voice as her body begins to spasm once more. “This unit has sustained criticalllll-” Her violent motions loosen the armor around her, her ripe breasts bouncing free, her nipples stiff and whisping white electrical smoke as they toss wildly with her body’s convulsions. A final storm of electricity precedes her half-naked form seizing up entirely, locking into an unnatural position with her arms at rigid angles, her powerful legs splayed wide apart.
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[[Collect her core and cross the bridge->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0019]]
<<set $skena.contentment to 0>>You open the robot’s main panel and pry out her core. Pocketing the small device, you make your way toward the tower.
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[[Cross the bridge->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0101]]
<<addToCores $skena>>You cross the narrow land bridge to the tower of black stone, pushing on its large iron-shod door. It quietly squeaks open on its hinges to reveal a foyer made of green and black stones. You see no sign of the witch, but the hall is lined with statues of beautiful nymphs posing in exultation over their curvaceous anatomy. Each is chiseled in diaphanous slips that seem almost ephemeral despite their stone construction and distinguished by some aspect of nature, one decorated in flowers, another whose ankles end in dainty hooves.
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[[Continue inside->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0105]]
You emerge into an open chamber featuring an exquisite staircase leading to an obsidian throne cushioned in dark velvet, upon which perches a voluptuous woman with skin the color of jade. A black corset cinches her waist, her full bust supported and marginally contained by black silk and a lattice of thread. She sits with her long legs crossed, the smooth and supple skin of her hips and thighs exposed until they reach the top of her tall black boots. Shimmering raven hair flows past her shoulders, merging seamlessly with the shadows of a silken black cape.
The witch rises from her throne, her faintly glowing yellow eyes set in a face fey and beautiful, her dark green lips in the faintest of smiles. She addresses you as she slowly descends the stairs, every step delivering a tantalizing jiggle to her generous green bosom. “I’m glad you’ve come alone,” she whispers, her hand caressing the backside of the statue of a frolicking nymph at the base of the stairs. “Now, I need you to do something for me…” her hand slips from the statue’s curves to her own, tracing a deliberate path toward the intersection of her thighs.
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[[Demand her core->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0106]]
[[Submit->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0113]]
As she recovers slightly, she fixes you with red-jasper eyes, just visible through the shadow of her iron helm. She has a round face, with a softness hidden behind the hardness of her gaze, a patchwork of freckles interrupted by tiny scars. “Thank you,” she says after a moment. “As Ah said, Ah shall be rid of this enfeebling curse once we reach the Witch’s tower.”
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[[Help her to the tower->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0020]]
[[Kiss her->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0010]]
“Ah… ah suppose,” she stammers hesitantly, “if you’re fightin’ the witch’s call, then it would be better for you to…” her gaze darts between you and her own curvaceous body. “F-for us to…” Her fingers start working at a leather strap on her broad hip. “That way you could face her with a clear head,” she mumbles, still struggling to free the knot.
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[[Untie it for her->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0018]]
The warrior-bot leans heavily upon you as you cross the chasm-spanning bridge, and despite your certainty that the seemingly bottomless depth below you is an illusion created by display screens, you find it easier to avoid looking down. As you draw closer to the tower the warrior bot seems to lose more of her strength, until you struggle to hold her upright, each step more difficult than the last while her own feet scrape across the rocky ground.
You reach the tower’s iron-clad door, panting and sweating, and she whispers, “Just… get me… across the threshold…”
Shouldering what feels like all of her weight, you lean into the door to have it creak open before you, and you drag her into the tower. Suddenly the burden of her is lifted as she stands on her own, rising up to her full, impressive height. “Thank you,” she says, her restored strength coming through in her voice.
Catching your breath, you look around you to see a black and green stone foyer lined with statues of beautiful nymphs in exultation over their curvaceous anatomy. Each is chiseled in diaphanous slips that seem almost ephemeral despite their stone construction and distinguished by some aspect of nature, one decorated in flowers, another whose ankles end in dainty hooves.
“Follow me,” the warrior woman instructs you, walking down the hall. “And watch for the witch’s trickery.”
“Trickery, Skena?” a voice of honey and malice calls out in mock offense. “You mistake what is only intended as hospitality!”
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[[Follow Skena->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0102]]
You lean in and give the warrior woman a firm kiss. You feel her tense in surprise and almost immediately pull away, her freckled cheeks turning a bright red as her eyes scan the ground in embarrassment. “We d-don’t have time for this!” she stammers, and you notice a faint electrical tinge has crept into her voice.
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[[Agree and help her cross the bridge->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0016 ]]
[[Kiss her again->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0017 ]]
You untie the leather strap for her and pull free a surprisingly delicate pair of fur and leather panties. Her face turns red once more as she bites her lip, removing her helmet and shyly shaking free her red locks. You brush aside her tattered loincloth and she slowly spreads her powerful legs, offering a quiet yip of approval when you enter her. As you begin pumping she struggles to match you, but in her weakened state can do little more than drape her limbs around your driving waist.
You remove her armored bra, her nipples stiffening in the open air as her cheeks flush once more, watching you in breathless anticipation. A wind stirs around you, and you faintly hear a voice both sweet and cruel whisper:
//Careful, traveler - if you give her what is rightfully mine, she will suffer a terrible price//
The warrior woman gives no indication she heard the voice, instead watching your sudden hesitation with a confused look. “What is it?” she asks.
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[[The witch gave me a warning->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0021]]
[[Keep going->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0022]]
You emerge into an open chamber featuring an exquisite staircase leading to an obsidian throne cushioned in dark velvet, upon which perches a voluptuous woman with vibrant green skin. Her luridly curvaceous body swells with emerald cleavage nestled in black lace and a lattice of thread before tapering to a narrow waist bound in a black corset, then expanding once more at her round hips. From slits in her tattered black gown, you see the plump thighs of her smooth, jade legs, clad in tall, lace-up boots. Shimmering raven hair flows past her shoulders, merging seamlessly with the shadowed interior of a silken black cape.
The witch leans forward, her faintly glowing yellow eyes set in a face fey and beautiful, her dark green lips curling into an inviting smile. “I did not expect //two// guests this evening… but I should be able to accommodate both of you.”
With a flick of her gloved hand, two stone statues of frolicking nymphs at the base of her stairs come to life and lunge at Skena. With a broad swing of her sword, she splits the first from head to groin in a spray of white dust and electricity. The bisected nymph ‘statue’ falls apart, her electronic interior perfectly modeled in each of her twin halves, both emitting a wailing protest as sparks and fluid pour from her sliced components.
“Scenario parameters v-violated,” stammers the other nymph as Skena shoves past her. “Deal with the statues!” Skena shouts, tossing you a sword from her hip. “Ah’ve got the Witch!”
Hearing a sound behind you, you glance to see four other animate statues rushing toward you, their stone flesh supple and sculpted negligee flowing freely in the air. Each of their pupiless eyes are fixed upon Skena as she charges the grinning witch.
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[[Fight the nymph-bots->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0103]]
[[Fondle the nymph-bots->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0104]]
“I suppose you’re right,” you say, re-positioning yourself at her side, her still leaning on you for support. “Let’s go.”
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[[Help her to the tower->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0020]]
Despite her protest you kiss her again, and you feel her full breasts heave against your chest as she timidly returns your embrace. “Ah… suppose it would be wise to rid yourself of the witch’s lust b-before we face her,” she says in a quiet voice, coyly pulling you both to the ground. She begins to struggle with a leather knot at her hips, seemingly trying to displace her unease by focusing on the task – but her enfeebled fingers seem unable to make any progress.
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[[Untie it for her->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0018]]
“I think I just heard the witch say that if… I gave you what is rightfully ‘hers’, you’d… ‘suffer a terrible price.”
The warrior woman glares at the tower. “Ah heard stories she can work dark magic upon those… in the throws of passion.” She looks back at you with a sad expression. “Ah suppose it’s best not to tempt such rumors.” As you pull away from her, she delivers a sigh and says, “But once that foul creature is no more…” she finishes the sentence with a shy smile and you help her up, gathering her discarded clothes.
As she leans on you for support, you slip your hand down and deliver a light pat to her firm backside. She stiffens and gives you an admonishing look, then whispers, “Never have Ah so wanted to be rid of this damnable witch!”
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[[Help her to the tower->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0020]]
You grip the warrior bot’s full bosom and push inside her, her question forgotten amidst a cry of pleasure. As you pound against her firm body, your hands massaging her wildly jostling tits, the voice in the air whispers, “So be it.”
Suddenly the warrior-bot’s strength seems to return and she grips you tightly, answering your thrusts with bucking hips of her own. “You’ve… ah… you’ve broken the curse!” she moans, burying your face into her pillowy bust. As her breasts softly conform around your face, you can hear the machinery within her giving off a strange, high-pitched droning sound. It disappears as she rolls you in the dirt to sit on top, her breasts bouncing in a frenzied blur as she rides you in brusque enthusiasm.
The wail from within her chest becomes audible once more, even over her own cries of pleasure. Electrical charges begin to course around her breasts as she continues to obliviously pump herself to climax. Hurling her head back, red hair whipping behind her, you feel her walls tremble with release as you climax inside her.
“Wh-what is…” she gasps, suddenly seeing the surge of electricity surrounding her quivering breasts. With a blast of concussive force, her chest explodes, leaving a gaping ruin of charred machinery. She is frozen in open-mouthed surprised, staring at the crater in her chest, her limbs still tensed as if mid-climax. Within the ruin of the broken robot’s body, you see no sign of her core.
“//It’s for the best//,” coos that syrupy voice from before. “//You’ve wasted too much time on her already//...”
You slip out from under the broken warrior-bot, whose inanimate frame falls topples roughly into the dirt, still staring mutely at her own smoldering machinery.
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[[Cross the bridge->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0101]]
Taking up Skena’s extra sword, you swing at the stunned nymph-bot before she has a chance to recover. The blade bites into her midsection, producing a rush of white fluid and an electrical discharge. She stares at the wound and mutters, “In-invalid scenario p-paramaterrrr…” before falling to the floor in a puff of white dust.
You whirl about to face the others, who at first seem more interested in Skena than you – but when you decapitate the one in the lead, leaving her hands clutching at the sparking volcanic ruin of her neck, the remaining three fan out around you.
Carefully watching the positioning of each, you keep them at bay with guarded strikes from your sword. When you have them right where you want them, you focus all of your attention on one with pointed sylvan ears, leaving yourself exposed to the other two. As they lunge, you leap back and grab their heads, smashing them together with the aid of their own momentum. Their stunned faces fuse in a burst of synthetic material and electricity, limbs twitching as the twin bots collapse together.
The sylvan-eared bot turns and makes a final dash for Skena. You hurl the sword, and while it does not impale her in the back her as you had hoped, the blade trips her legs and the falls to the stairs with a loud crash, her head smashing open with a spray of blue lightning upon the stone steps.
“Errorrrr,” the critically damaged nymph-bot drones as you look up to see Skena and the witch locked in battle, Skena pressing her advantage as the witch seems primarily concerned with avoiding her opponent’s deadly swings, but a telling smile is creeping across her features.
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[[Join the fight->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0109]]
You pull the stunned nymph to you and slip your hands down her soft cloths, taking a firm handful of her luscious curves. She emits a soft moan of pleasure, her eyes squeezing shut in bliss. With a firm push, you send her careening into the first of the other approaching nymph-bots, and she wraps herself around her in a lurid embrace, bringing them both crashing to the ground.
Another marked by feathery antennae and small butterfly wings runs past, but you take her arm and pull her back into you, her curvaceous rump slamming against your manhood. She stiffens, wings fluttering, uncertain what to make of this. You quickly trace a finger across her smooth sex then push her after another as she runs past, the moaning nymph-bot lustily tackling her sister. The only bot still standing, distinguished by the delicate hooves below her ankles and a tufted fawn’s tail above her pert backside, glances at her rutting compatriots behind her and then makes a rush for the stairs.
You sprint after her as she climbs, delivering to her buttocks a firm double-handed squeeze. She stiffens mid-stride, then tumbles backward into your arms, tangled in her stony silken slip and looking at you in surprise. Behind you, you hear a voice cry out, “This unit maintenance error service error this unit this-unit thisunit //<ahhhhh!>//” You and look to see one of the nymph-bot pairs wreathed in a shroud smoke and electricity, the others in a twitching, tangled heap of sparks and exposed wires. At the top of the steps, you can hear the battle between Skena and the witch raging on.
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[[Have some fun with the remaining nymph-bot->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0111]]
[[Discard the nymph-bot and join the battle->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0112]]
“She’s vulnerable to water!” Skena cries. Looking around you see nothing to help with this revelation, then notice the nymph-bot Skena originally carved in two. You yank a fluid reservoir from beneath one of the robot’s breasts and prepare to hurl it when the witch cries out, “She seeks to destroy me! Please, have mercy!”
“Do not listen to her!” roars Skena, delivering another near-fatal swing. The witch ducks beneath and looks ready to pounce.
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[[Throw the fluid reservoir at the witch->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0107]]
[[Spare the witch->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0108]]
The nymph statue continues to watch you curiously, her flowing stone-textured hair falling over her shoulders as she you position her on her hands and knees. Pressing your face into her pert rump, you begin to lap at her completely smooth sex, and feel her body quiver in response. “War-n-n-ning!” her tremulous voice squeaks as she bends forward farther, fingers clawing at the carpet. You catch the scent of burning electronics as you bury yourself deeper, taking hold of one of her soft, smooth tits. “This unit has-has-has not b-b-been serviced in-in-in-//ohhhh!//” You devour her smooth, synthetic pussy, her erratically twitching fawn’s tail tickling your face as an electrical tingling dances upon your tongue.
“C-c-core load error! C-cannot process! Error! ERROR! C-CRITICAL-“ you hear a muffled blast as her body jerks and quivers to a rest, buffeting your face like a massager. Pulling away, you notice the rug is blackened around her now-headless shoulders and strewn with white powder and smoking components.
Turning back to the battle between Skena and the witch, you see them at an impasse – Skena supports herself by the arm of the throne, clutching a sparking wound in her side, while the witch’s head twitches strangely, neither of them making their move.
“You can destroy her!” calls Skena. “Water is her weakness!”
“This madwoman needs to be put out of her misery!” answers the witch. “Help me end her and I shall grant you pleasure beyond imagining!”
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[[Find some liquid and attack the witch->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0110]]
[[Attack Skena->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0119]]
[[Propose a truce->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0120]]
You drop the nymph-bot who lands with a squeal on her bottom, then tumbles from the stairs. Looking up, you see Skena and the witch locked in battle, Skena pressing her advantage as the witch seems primarily concerned with avoiding her opponent’s deadly swings, but a telling smile is creeping across her features.
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[[Join the fight->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0109]]
Just as the witch is about to pounce, you hurl the fluid reservoir – it strikes her and ruptures, dousing the witch in white fluid.
A sizzling noise permeates the air as steam rises from the witch. She stares down at herself in disbelief, her synthetic flesh running off of her in syrupy rivers of green, offering faint glimpses of her grey robotic endolayer beneath.
“I’m <bzzzzt> melting!” she screeches in a digitized voice, and Skena draws back her blade, swinging it in a clean arc, neatly separating the witch’s head from her shoulders. The witch’s gloved hands swipe aimlessly at the sparking absence of her head before she collapses into a steaming, bubbling heap.
Skena watches the pile of black lace and bubbling green synth skin, then glances up at your approach.
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[[Celebrate the witch's demise with Skena->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0116]]
[[Take the witch’s core and leave->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0118]]
<<set $morgana.contentment to 0>>You stay your hand and the witch lunges, driving her knife into Skena’s side. The warrior-bot staggers backward, clutching at the sparking wound, and fending off a followup attack by a gauntleted punch to the witch’s head. Skena braces herself on the throne to stand, while the witch is shaking her head, struggling to recover from the blow.
“Why do you spare her?” Skena asks, her eyes not moving from her opponent. “She must be destroyed!”
“Help me slay this malfunctioning lunatic!” barks the witch, “And I shall grant you such pleasures as you have never experienced!”
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[[Attack the witch->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0107]]
[[Attack Skena->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0119]]
[[Propose a truce->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0120]]
“Never again shall this witch-“ Skena begins, only to be silenced by your kiss. You feel her body grow rigid, her face turning a bright pink as she looks away, eyes darting in embarrassment. Teasing her, you run your hands over the numerous patches of flesh let open by her armor, stating, “You’re surprisingly coy for someone baring this much skin...”
“Ah just… prefer… lighter armor,” she manages, as you pull off a heavy pauldron, exposing her bare, freckled shoulder. She shivers, blushing again and asking, “Are you toyin’ with me?”
You unbuckle the metal tassets hanging over her round hips, her waist exposed save for those scant leather-and-fur panties and her embroidered loincloth.
“Will you get on with it!” she says in an incredulous whisper, her face burning as her eyes avoid yours.
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[[Get on with it->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0127]]
[[Continue teasing her->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0128]]
“It would seem as though we have vanquished our foe,” Skena proclaims as you dig through the witch’s smoking body. Beneath the silk cape you find her grey endoframe, almost completely devoid of its green coating. Pulling off her corset, you open her main access panel and withdraw her core.
You check the nymph-bots to find that their cores are much too primitive to be used in your escape. With a final nod to Skena, you make your way out of the tower and leave the chamber.
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[[Return to the hub->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<addToCores $morgana>>Picking up the sword from the floor, you walk up the stairs, approaching Skena. Sensing your intentions, Skena curses. “You’ve given in to har, have you? No matter, I’ll see both of you dead before-“
With Skena’s attention divided, the witch pounces, driving her dagger into the warrior-bot’s other side. Before she can retaliate, you swing your blade and bury it into Skena’s abdomen, a fizzing and popping sound emerging from the wound. She jerks back and with a look of utter contempt, pulls both of your embedded weapons from her. “Ah can still t-take you both!” she growls, taking a menacing step toward you.
“T-take y-you b-b-both!” she repeats, taking another step as lights flash from inside of her.
“Are you sure about that?” the witch coos darting in to retrieve her dagger, easily avoiding Skena’s clumsy swing.
The warrior bot suddenly stops, stammering, “Y-you b-b-b-b-b-b-“ as her head kinked in random directions, smoke trickling from her mouth.
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[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0117]]
<<set $skena.contentment to 0>>“Wait!” you demand, stepping between the two glowering fembots with palms raised. “You don’t need to kill each other.”
“It’s har or me!” growls Skena, wringing her sword’s grip.
“What did you expect?” the witch sighs. “There is no reasoning with this brute!”
As you consider how to break this impasse, you see the witch purse her lips, her yellow eyes narrowing at you in intense scrutiny. After a brief pause, she wordlessly returns the dagger to her belt and straightens, putting her hands on her hips and looking at Skena expectantly.
Skena’s heavy blade drops with a thunderous clang, the warrior-bot folding her arms across her prominent bust as she regards the witch with obvious suspicion.
“I’m impressed!” the witch says to you with a wide smile, “You’ve actually brought the bitch to heel!”
Before you can respond, Skena is already lunging at the smirking witch.
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[[Try to stop Skena->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0131]]
[[Let Skena have the witch->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0132]]
Looking around for a source of fluid, you notice the nymph-bot Skena originally carved in two. You yank a fluid reservoir from beneath one of the robot’s breasts, and turn back to the two of them.
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[[Throw the fluid reservoir at the witch->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0107]]
Skena turns to face you but her eyes are unfocused, sparks leaping from her mouth with each digitized word. “So, y-you’ve c-come to face the wi-wi-wi-wiiiiii-“ her face blows off in mid-syllable, knocking her helmet askew as strands of red hair fail into the machinery beneath and immediately begin to smolder. “Faaaace theeee-“ she groans, her hair suddenly igniting.
“Oh, just die already!” the witch demands, stabbing her in the chest. But despite a sudden spurt of white fluid, the injury seems to do nothing to hasten her demise.
“Ah’m Sk-sk-skeeenaaaa,” she blurts in wholly computerized speech, the mechanical cavity of her head now featuring a halo of burning hair. “Ahhhhhhh’m…” in her attempt to stand her servos suddenly lock up and she pitches forward, tumbling down the stairs. Trailing smoke and the smell of burning plastic, not to mention several components banging loose from her exposed face-hole, she comes to rest amidst the ruined nymph bots.
“Finally!” exclaims the witch, turning to face you, her nails coyly tracing her décolletage. “Now that she’s out of the way… perhaps we can move on to something more pleasant?”
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[[Sex, please->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0129]]
[[I just need your core->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0130]]
<<set $skena.contentment to 0>>You slam bodily into Skena as she lunges, the impact allowing the witch to step out of reach.
“Stop protecting her!” Skena bellows, shrugging you off and searching for her opponent. But once more the witch has her blade unsheathed and is now poised to drive it into Skena’s back.
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[[Try and stop the witch->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0142]]
[[Let the witch have her->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0143]]
The witch tries to leap back, but Skena seizes her by one of her boots and hoists her into the air, dangling her upside down by her leg as her cape drapes unceremoniously over her head. As the witch struggles with the black silk obscuring her vision, Skena takes her other leg and begins to pull, forcing her into an inverted splits position.
“Put me down!” the witch demands, but Skena only pulls harder, muscles rippling through her arms as they tense with effort while the straining servos from both bots emit desperate whines. The witch makes a final grab for her knife, but before she can stab her aggressor there is an eruption of sparks and white fluid from her groin as her body begins to tear. With a bellowing roar, Skena gives a final effort and tears the witch apart, metal components falling from her like candy from a piñata. Skena drops the two portions of the ruined bot on either side of her, each landing with a metallic crunch.
The witch-bot’s head ratchets to look up at you, her garbled voice exclaiming, “It would seem you d-d-didn’t bring the b-b-itch to heel after-“ Her words are cut short as it’s smashed between the stone floor and Skena’s metal-shod boot, another spray of circuits and electricity skittering from the impact. After a final grind of her heal, Skena suddenly seems rather self-conscious of the violent display and glances awkwardly to the side. “Ah’m sorry you had to see that, but this land is better without har…”
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[[Kiss her->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0116]]
[[Take the witch’s core and leave->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0118]]
<<set $morgana.contentment to 0>>You remove the warrior-bot’s panties with a sharp tug and enter her where she stands, her impressive size initially making this a somewhat difficult proposition. Overcoming her former timidity, she hoists you into the air and flips you around, suspending you upside down in front of her red-haired sex while you feel her own lips upon your manhood. You feel the blood rushing to both extremities as she takes you in her mouth, her lips and tongue moving wetly along your length. You pull yourself to her by her firm buttocks and return the favor, lapping at her between her thick thighs as you begin to lose all sense of orientation beyond her lips upon you and yours upon her.
It isn’t long before your erupt in her mouth, only to be pulled free and made to tumble through the air again, now beneath her as she straddles you and then begins pumping your still-throbbing cock. You reach for her drunkenly, your head still swimming, cupping the soft warmth of her freckled cheek, the softer still excesses of her heaving breasts, the supple layers of synthetic skin over her firm artificial musculature. You feel her listing to one side and reach out to brace her upright as she asks in a shocked voice, “B-battery levels critical?!” She then collapses forward at her waist while her hips and legs maintain their rigorous pace. She thuds against you, her reddish eyes staring vacantly as her pelvis falters, jerking arrhythmically in sharp tugs. “Ah d-don’t understand it…” she moans in a voice growing increasingly corrupted, “Ah h-had a full charggggzzze…”
After taking a moment to catch your breath, you roll her on her back and ask, “Where can you charge? She points to the throne as her eyes begin to close, seemingly drifting into a peaceful slumber.
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[[Charge her->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0138]]
[[Take her core and leave->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0139]]
You strip her legs of their metal-shod greaves and several garter-like leather straps, appraising her beautifully toned physique.
“S-stop playin’ around!” she insists, and you respond by lightly smacking her half-exposed backside. She gasps and a small chorus of electronic chirps emit from her chest, some component of hers apparently having difficulty with her present circumstances. She takes no action other than to stand there awkwardly, waiting to see what you will do next.
You start to tease the edges of the armored bra that leaves half of her breasts exposed. “How much protection does this actually offer?” you ask, your hand transitioning between the metal cups and her tanned flesh. Experimentally, you push the cup down to see a distinct tanline, her tits a creamy white beneath the metal plating.
“Wh-what are you doin’?!” she squeaks, her voice affected with a throaty digital hum. Components within her are audibly struggling and you begin to see wisps of smoke leaking from beneath her loincloth.
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[[She’s been teased enough->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0127]]
[[Keep teasing her->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0140]]
You manage to heft the powered-down Skena to the witch’s throne, and you hear something activate within the ornate seat. Glancing behind her, you see plug snaking from the the throne and driving itself into a port that opens in the small of Skena’s back. With a warm humming sound, the warrior-bot seems to awaken. After blinking a few times, she straightens and gives you a coy look. “Thank you,” she manages. “Is there anything I can do for you in return for all your help?”
“I’m trying to get out of this place,” you explain, “and I need cores to do so.”
At first she looks as though she doesn’t understand, her eyes fixed blankly in the distance. A moment later she’s back, and says, “Alright… you can have mine Ah suppose.”
As she begins to open her main panel, you stop her with a wave of your hand. “When you finish charging, just head to the main entrance… I’ll be there when I have the others.”
“Fair enough,” Skena says, settling back into the throne. “Ah’ll see you soon, then.”
With a parting smile to Skena, you make your way down the steps, stopping to check the cores nymph-bots - but they seem too primitive to be of use.
Leaving the tower, you cross the bridge and exit the scenario chamber.
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[[Return to the hub->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<addToLobby $skena>>You pry open the powered-down warrior-bot’s main panel and remove her core. On your way out, you also check the nymph-bots, but their cores seem too primitive to be of use.
Leaving the tower, you cross the bridge and exit the scenario chamber.
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[[Return to the hub->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<addToCores $skena>>
You continue to explore her body while she remains locked in place by some aspect of her programming.
You unfasten her armored bra, letting it fall to the ground with a heavy clang. You prod her half-tanned breasts and that previous electronic chirping within her chest grows louder. “What is making that noise?” you ask, pressing your ear to her tits.
“Will you j-just…” she stammers, the sound of her struggling internal machinery growing louder.
With your head against her breast, you pinch her nipple to hear a dramatic rise in the sounds within her. Running your palm over her firm ass contributes a fuzzy humming sound, and when you slip your fingers down the front of her panties, you get an electric tingle in your fingertips. When you venture deeper you suddenly receive a painful shock, immediately withdrawing your hand.
You suspect you have overdone it, watching as electricity spiders across Skena’s rigid frame, smoke from frying components coursing out from hidden seams. She cocks her head at you and smiles, saying something that might be a foreign language, or is perhaps just gibberish as she cups both of her breasts. She seems to be inviting you to also sample their feel, reaching for your hand – but the electricity surrounding her is too much of a concern.
As you step away, she teeters forward, her Amazonian body rattling with electrical tremors at every step. You suddenly bump against the throne and she takes hold of you, jerking you to her, your face embedded between her tits as you endure multiple shocks from the malfunctioning bot. As she grips you tighter, you can feel her body quaking, hear her components rattling and buzzing. There’s a sharp pop and her grip slackens – pushing yourself back, you see her arms are at strange angles, her neck bent to the side, her body riddled with open panels that show components going haywire in her madly quivering body as the force of her tremors send bits and pieces of her clinking to the ground. The sustained vibrations proves too much for her frame, and all at once she falls to pieces, her sturdy limbs and red-haired head tearing loose from their attachment points with showers of sparks. Her robotic body falls in a loose heap, her head seemingly watching you with that same half-embarrassed smile as it rests upside-down against her breasts.
Waiting until the electricity surrounding her dies down, you open the panel in her torso and remove her core. On your way out, you check the nymph-bots as well, but find their cores to be unusable.
Exiting the scenario chamber, you make your way back to the hub.
<hr>
[[Return to the hub->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<set $skena.contentment to 0>>
<<addToCores $skena>>As you approach the voluptuous emerald witch, she puts out a hand. “But first…”
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0141]]
“I just need to your core,” you state.
After the faintest of twitches, she arches a delicate eyebrow. “Do you?” She gestures to the smoldering warrior-bot at the bottom of the stairs. “If you need a core, why not hers? She’s certainly not using it…”
“I need them both.”
“Well, you shan’t have mine,” she says firmly, then coyly adding, “At least not until I’ve been… compensated…”
<hr>
[[Compensate her->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0141]]
She produces what appears to be an unrolled condom made of white silk. “Put this on,” she says.
“What is it?” you ask.
“Protection… you see, I have a slight ‘allergy’ when it comes to water.” Seeing your quizzical look, she adds, “Oh, a bit of sweat and saliva aren’t going to hurt me.” She rasps a dark fingernail across your cheek before slipping her finger into your mouth. You feel a strange sensation, a light tingling on your tongue along with a citrusy tang, and when slides her finger out, you see it trailing faint wisps of smoke. “That will just spice things up a bit. But in order to protect the more… vulnerable portions of my anatomy,” she trails her smoking finger across the front of her black lace panties, “I’ll need you to do as I ask.”
<hr>
[[Put it on->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0121]]
[[Refuse->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0122]]
[[Attempt sabotage->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0123]]
Covering your manhood with the silk sleeve, you feel a strange tug as it cinches tight, followed by a comfortable warmth.
She pulls a few strings on her corset and it falls away, leaving her luscious emerald body exposed save for the tight leather and silk of her boots and gloves, her cape accentuating her enticing curves against a backdrop of shadowless black.
“Kiss me,” she commands, her yellow eyes closing in anticipation. You step forward, wrapping your arms around her slender waist and bring your lips to hers. You feel a warm, tingling sensation from her mouth, a sharp citrus flavor accompanying the faintest traces of smoke. You plunge your tongue into her and she moans, grinding her body against you as the symptoms of her ‘water allergy’ fill her mouth with citrus and smoke. She pulls back, her lips trailing white vapor as she demands, “Kiss me all over!”
You bury face in her soft breasts, kissing and suckling until both are smoking from your attention, her plum-colored nipples sizzling as you lavish them with your tongue and lips. The searing sound of her water-stricken flesh is soon joined by a sputtering, electrical humming coming from beneath her chest, and when she demands you grant her breasts a moment of relief, you hear her request tinged with a faint buzz.
Dropping beneath the smoking swell of her bust, you kiss her delicate navel and feel her wriggle in response to the sensation, then lower still. Just as you reach her smooth, emerald labia, her plump thighs clench and she hisses, “NOT there!”
<hr>
[[Yes, there->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0133]]
[[Somewhere else, then->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0134]]
“I’m just here for your core,” you inform the witch.
“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice,” she says, and makes a gesture with her hand. Another pair of Nymph statues animate, racing up the stairs to swarm upon you. Each statue holds one of your arms firmly in her grip.
“Now then,” she says, drawing down your pants and slipping the silk condom over your manhood. You feel a strange tug as it cinches tight, followed by a comfortable warmth.
Unlacing her corset with practiced easy and letting it fall aside, she stands before you wearing nothing but her black cape, boots, and gloves. Another pair of the nymph-bots circle behind her, lifting her into position and holding her up as she slides on to your member.
<hr>
[[Cooperate->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0114]]
[[Try and break free->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0115]]
With a slight motion, you flick your nail against the tip of the silk sleeve and feel a slight rupture in the fabric. You then nonchalantly slip it over your manhood, feeling a strange tug as it cinches tight followed by a comfortable warmth.
Glancing back up at the witch, she gives no sign that she has noticed your subterfuge. She pulls a few strings on her corset and it falls away, leaving her luscious emerald body exposed save for the tight leather and silk of her boots and gloves, her cape accentuating her enticing curves against a backdrop of shadowless black.
“Kiss me,” she commands, her yellow eyes closing in anticipation. You step forward, wrapping your arms around her slender waist and bring your lips to hers. You feel a warm, tingling sensation from her mouth, a sharp citrus flavor accompanying the faintest traces of smoke. You plunge your tongue into her and she moans, grinding her body against you as the symptoms of her ‘water allergy’ fill her mouth with citrus and smoke. She pulls back, her lips trailing white vapor as she demands, “Kiss me all over!”
You bury face in her soft breasts, kissing and suckling until both are smoking from your attention, her plum-colored nipples sizzling as you lavish them with your tongue and lips. The searing sound of her water-stricken flesh is soon joined by a sputtering, electrical humming coming from beneath her chest, and when she demands you grant her breasts a moment of relief, you hear her request tinged with a faint buzz.
Dropping beneath the smoking swell of her bust, you kiss her delicate navel and feel her wriggle in response to the sensation, then lower still. Just as you reach her smooth, emerald labia, her plump thighs clench and she hisses, “NOT there!”
<hr>
[[Yes, there->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0133]]
[[Somewhere else, then->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0135]]
You grab the witch’s arms from behind, the servos in her arms whining in protest as you hold her back.
“Release me!” the witch demands, but you maintain your grip as her machinery audibly strains against you – when Skena reaches for her, you pivot to shield her.
“Both of you, stop!” you demand, and for the moment they do.
“She’s not to be trusted!” Skena protests.
“She won’t stop until I’m dead!” counters the witch. “It’s going to have to be one of us…” she gently pushes her plush backside against your groin, her silken cape conforming around her curves, “…so you had better choose.”
“Yes, let’s just get this over with,” Skena agrees. “One of us has to go, and if you haven’t the stomach for killin’, then Ah suppose it will have to be banishment.”
“Alright,” you agree. “Banishment to the main entrance.”
Both seize up momentarily, the out-of-chamber location clashing badly with their scenario-specific programming.
“Agreed,” purrs the witch, first to recover, favoring you with another gentle push from her silk-shrouded rump. A few seconds later, Skena twitches back to awareness and replies, “Aye.”
Folding her arms across her impressive bust, Skena ask, “Then who’s it to be?”
<hr>
[[Banish Skena->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0146]]
[[Banish the witch->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0147]]
The witch’s dagger bites deep into Skena’s back, causing Skena to snarl in pain as the wound convincingly wells with crimson – but the witch withdraws her dagger and delivers a quick series of jabs seemingly at random, these fresh injuries producing sparks and spurts of whitish fluid.
A brutal but clumsy swing from Skena forces the witch to withdraw, but the damage appears severe – Skena’s face courses with electricity, her machinery putting off a distressed whinnying sound.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0117]]
“Skena, go to the main entrance,” you command.
She looks at you incredulously, stating, “It’s the witch’s curse that holds you, can you not see it?”
“Leave, Skena.”
The warrior bot sighs and takes the steps from the throne with numerous ticks and tremors marring her reluctant pace. The witch-bot wraps her arms over your shoulder, watching Skena leave with obvious satisfaction. When Skena last turns to see the witch draped over you, she looks ready to come charging back. But after a pause, Skena finally turns and exists the chamber.
“You’ve made the right choice,” whispers the witch, champing on your earlobe. You recoil from the sudden shock of pain, stepping away and watching her suspiciously as she gives you an innocent smile. “Oh, don’t be like that… come here, allow me to express my gratitude.”
<hr>
[[Sex, please->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0129]]
[[I just need your core->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0130]]
<<set $skena.contentment to 6>>
<<addToLobby $skena>>“Leave us, witch,” you state plainly.
The witch looks at you in shock, as if she didn’t hear you correctly. After a moment, she gives a slight laugh and runs a hand across her emerald cleavage. “I don’t believe you’ve actually thought this through…”
“Leave,” you repeat. For a brief moment, the witch sneers at you with utter contempt – but she quickly collects herself and does an about-face, strolling out of the chamber with an exaggerated sway of her hips, sweeping her cape aside to provide a glimpse of what you would be missing. As you take in the plump curves of her full backside, you cannot help but have second thoughts.
“That //trollop//,” grumbles Skena, pulling you from the witch’s hypnotic sway as she finally exits the tower. “We are well to be rid of her.”
<hr>
[[Get some warrior nookie->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0116]]
[[I need your core->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0149]]
<<set $morgana.contentment to 0>>
<<addToLobby $morgana>>“I need your core,” you inform Skena.
The warrior-bot’s head ticks. “My core?”
“Yes – so if you could open up your main panel for me…”
She quivers slightly, uncertain how to answer the request. “Ah d-don’t know, mah components b-belong to Sil-sil-sillll-“ her head jerks to the side, and she states, “Why not t-take advantage of what this ch-chamber has to offerrrr,” she drones, putting a hand on her round hip and shifting her weight provocatively.
You approach and undo the red sash across her stomach, freeing up access to her main panel – the act of this sends electric tremors through her as she gives a faint moan, her massive breasts heaving in their armored bra, her face flushing with color as she watches with guarded anticipation for what you intend to do next.
<hr>
[[Fuck the warrior bot->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0127]]
[[Tease the warrior bot->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0128]]
[[Take the warrior bot’s core->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0150]]
With some prodding, you manage to open her main access panel.
“You are not authorized-“ she begins, cut off when you jerk her core from its housing. “-toooo accessssss…” Skena’s voice drones sinks into a deep contralto, her arms going limp, her chin lowering to her chest. You leave her standing there, frozen by the throne, and make your way down the stone steps.
You check the nymph-bots for cores as well, but discover they are both non-modular and far more primitive than those of the other sexbots.
You exit the chamber and return to the hub.
<hr>
[[Return to the hub->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<set $skena.contentment to 0>>
<<addToCores $skena>>With both hands on her round backside to draw her to you, you slip your tongue into her folds and quickly set upon her artificial clitoris. Her gloved hands dig into your hair and make halfhearted attempts trying to push you back, away from her now smoking sex, and then something in her gives and she’s barely able to stand, leaning against you for support as she squeals with release. Hot liquid pours from her frame on to you, her artificial skin “melting” as you continue your cunnilingus, your fingers slipping through the liquefying material coating her rump to grasp the still-pliable grey endolayer beneath.
Her squealing voice catches on a static-riddled high note, and with a mechanical shudder she crumbles before you. Her body, once human save for her jade complexion, is now a patchwork of grey paneling and swells of cushioned material around her curves. She looks up at you with yellow eyes set in a mechanical yet feminine face, her expression of delirious bliss. As tiny tremors wrack her smoking body, she seems to notice her current state and her expression becomes contrite while she offers a warbling, “S-silicon D-d-dynamics would like to apolo-g-gize for this unintended malfunctionnn…”
As her head ratchets to one side, she notices the undiminished state of your loins and adds, “I-I //am// still fully fun-fun-functional…”
<hr>
[[Verify that this is the case->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0144]]
[[Take her core and leave->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0145]]
Taking her by the hips, you spin her halfway around and tear her cape aside to reveal her plush jade backside. Soon, each cheek smolders from your attention, smoke now rising from every quarter of the witch’s luscious frame.
“Down!” commands the witch, forcing you on to your back with a shove from her smoking backside, and she slams herself upon your manhood. Sweat from your body continues to react with her hydrophobic skin, the steam surrounding you intensifying with every slap of her ass and thighs against your sweat-drenched skin, and you notice patches of her grey endolayer beginning to show through the thinning green material.
As a moment of shared climax overtakes you both, she falls against you, her back sizzling as it makes contact. She rolls over and crushes her lips against yours, headless of the gouts of steam pouring from breasts compressing against your sweat-soaked chest. The smoke and sound of her reactive flesh subside as she maintains the embrace, and soon only faint wisps rise from where her contours press against you.
“I wish… to keep you here… for…ev…errrr…” the witch sighs as she powers down, still wrapping you in her embrace.
<hr>
[[Recover her core->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0148]]
As the statue bots hold both you and the witch and place, you supply the witch with a sudden thrust, a gasp catching in her throat. “There we are…” she purrs, wrapping her booted legs around you as she you continue to deliver thrusts into her suspended sex. With a groan she presses her lips against your own, her ‘water allergy’ manifesting in a tingling sensation upon your mouth at every kiss.
“My tits!” she demands, her lips smoking, and you bow your head to lavish her breasts in wet kisses, steam rising from their surface as her sizzling nipple tickles your tongue. You feel her walls quiver and tighten and you thrust harder, your mouth slathering her chest, leaving trails of smoke until her she finally yelps in pain, recoiling from your lips and redoubling her own thrusts against you.
You climax inside of her and feel a wave of heat engulf your cock. She falls back in the arms of her beatifically smiling nymph-statues, panting as white vapor steams off of her heaving chest.
“I am going to enjoy every last drop of you,” she purrs, her nymph-bots gently setting her down upon the ground as one of them pulls the silken condom from you.
Watching you with a fondness one of a girl admiring a new toy, she instructs the nymph-bots, “Escort him to the tower.”
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0124]]
As the witch’s eyes flutter closed while she glides up and down upon your member, you test the grip of the nymph-bots. Both have a solid hold upon your arm, but you note that while moving your fingers one of the nymph-bots gives a slight twitch. You look to your right and see a nymph-bot distinguished by flowers in her hair and small patches of bark subtly sculpted into her face and shoulders. You also notice the fingers of your right hand are able to brush against one of the nymph-bot’s nipples. You begin to gently stroke it, feeling it stiffen under your caress, watching her smiling lips part in a quiet sigh as you continue.
The witch is pumping harder now, and you risk trying to pull your arm free. The nymph bot still holds your arm firmly, but also… differently. She has adjusted her grip, allowing your hand access to her breast. Massaging it freely, you see her begin to sway, a sharp panting sound coming from her as her marble thighs quiver and press together. The flowery nymph-bot seemed to be trying to restrain herself, recognizing that if her master caught on to what was happening, it would mean the end of her massage.
You begin to try at the left nymph-bot, one with fin-like ears and a faint fish scale pattern around her eyes and neck, and despite only being able to tickle at her clavicle at first, you ultimate meet with similar success. Soon, both nymph bots are on the verge of no longer being able to contain themselves, each knock-kneed and writhing under your ministrations. With a final simultaneous tweak of both of their nipples, they cry out in unison and loosen their grip enough for you to pull both arms free.
The witch, who is now reclining between arms of her own nymph-bots, suddenly stops the wild bucking of her hips and stares at you in surprise.
<hr>
[[Expose the more sensitive part of her anatomy to water->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0125]]
[[Fuck her in a less destructive way->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0126]]
Taking her by the hips, you spin her halfway around and tear her cape aside to reveal her plush jade backside. Soon, each cheek smolders from your attention, smoke now rising from every quarter of the witch’s luscious frame.
“Down!” commands the witch, forcing you on to your back with a shove from her smoking backside, and she slams herself upon your manhood. Sweat from your body continues to react with her hydrophobic skin, the steam surrounding you intensifying with every slap of her ass and thighs against your sweat-drenched skin, and you notice patches of her grey endolayer beginning to show through the thinning green material.
As a moment of shared climax overtakes you both, she falls against you, her back sizzling as it makes contact. She rolls over and crushes her lips against yours, headless of the gouts of steam pouring from breasts compressing against your sweat-soaked chest. Suddenly, she pulls away and glances back at her hindquarters to see thick plumes of smoke escaping from inside of her. She sits bolt upright, staring at a light burning within her before smoke begins to billow from her mouth and ears.
Her expression changes from shock to snarling fury, her eyes glowing terribly behind a veil of white smoke, and you scramble backward to avoid an animalistic lunge. You’re immediately forced to roll to the side as she pounces again, her body contorting unnaturally as she rights herself for another attack while you still are struggling to your feet – but before she can strike, a string of explosions detonate inside of her, panels bursting open across her body with a violent shower of sparks, followed by a large blast at her shoulder that leaves half of her face a mesh of exposed metal and one of her arms nothing more than a hydraulic pump spraying white fluid. When she finally stops convulsing with electricity, she stands teetering and knock-kneed with hair standing on end and a grimace stamped across the part of her face that can still convey expression.
You are certain she is no longer functioning - her entire body leaks smoke and fluid, her unlit eyes stare in random directions, and her components are grinding themselves to a tortuous end. But when you take a step toward her, her head laboriously realigns itself to stare directly at you and emit a barely intelligible challenge of, “I s-still function!” She takes a stride forward on legs whose inner workings are plainly visible, her remaining arm stretching toward you with skeletal metallic fingers. But before she can take another, she loses her balance and strikes the stony floor, triggering a sharp cry and an explosion that scatters her ruined remains to every corner of the chamber.
Grateful to have avoided any shrapnel, you check her ruined body for some sign of her core – but it seems to have been destroyed. With nothing more for you here, you gather your things and exit the chamber.
<hr>
[[Return to the hub->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<set $skena.contentment to 0>>
<<addToCores $skena>>You give the soft, grey artificial material of her breasts an experimental squeeze and she responds with a digitized moan of pleasure. You lay her down before you, her limbs feeling loose in their joints like a well-used toy. When you enter her, she gives a convulsive rattling, her eyes straying deliriously with an audible whirr while her lips contort into an overly-enthusiastic plastic smile.
Her body seems ready to fall apart with each thrust, sparks sputtering from her joints as she emits disjointed cries of encouragement in a shrill and computerized voice. At times she seems far more lucid, giving you a wicked smile as wraps her unsecured legs around you and squeezes, gripping your arms as she delivers a few countertimed thrusts of her own – but after a moment her legs inevitably grow slack, her grip loosens, and her eyes stray once more, control lost to systems overwhelmed by your enthusiasm.
You climax, tightening your grip on her as she flails helplessly in a sudden orgasm of her own, her limbs convulsing wildly, the rubberized lips of her machine face stretching wide as she gives an exuberant wail of pleasure that dissolves into a machine hum and static. Her body goes as limp as a marionette with its strings cut, a wisp of smoke trailing from the smile stamped on her mechanical face.
“S-still f-functinallll…” she drones, staring off into nothing, her artificial body in a languid pose beneath you before she abruptly powers off.
<hr>
[[Recover her core->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0148]]
You open the witch bot’s main panel as she watches with a bemused expression upon her mechanical face, growing slightly concerned as you reach in to her core.
“Th-that is Si-silicon Dynamics p-p-proper-“ her objection is interrupted when you pull the warm core free from its housing. The witch-bot goes cross-eyed and drones, “-tyyyyyyy,” before falling limp.
You check the nymph-bots for cores as well, but discover they are both non-modular and far more primitive than those of the other sexbots.
You exit the chamber and return to the hub.
<hr>
[[Return to the hub->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<set $morgana.contentment to 6>>
<<addToCores $morgana>>You prod the witch-bot a few times to verify she is indeed powered down – the limp robot does nothing but lie in blissful repose. Opening her main access panel, you recover her core.
You check the nymph-bots to find that their cores are much too primitive to be used in your escape, and leave the chamber.
<hr>
[[Return to the hub->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<addToCores $mogranacore>>The nymph-bots lead you up a confusing series of winding stairs before tossing you into a well-furnished bedroom decorated with elegant trim, silken drapes, and pastoral tapestries. Were it not for the dust coating everything, the thick iron bars, and the desolate landscape beyond, you might would consider the accommodations rather nice. The nymphs close the door, and you hear the turning of a lock.
<hr>
[[Wait->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0136]]
With your newly freed arms, you heft the witch’s legs over your shoulders and consume her emerald pussy. The citrus tang of her is far more pronounced, her sex reacting violently to your tongue and lips as your face is wreathed in white smoke. She howls in protest but seems unable to resist, her jade thighs quivering as your flit your tongue against the bud of her womanhood.
Her cries of pleasure become a digital stutter as the synthetic green coating of her skin pours off of her, the flat grey of her endolayer revealed as her robotic limbs click and buzz with escalating tremors. You look up from the vantage of her crotch to see her reclining body has shed its artificial skin, her body a smoking patchwork of uneven flexible grey plates, the jellied plastic of her breasts, her grey robotic face straining with an open-mouthed and wide-eyed look of euphoric insanity, still emitting a quiet hiss like a prolonged sigh.
With a grinding, ratcheting motion, her heads snaps up to look at you with that delirious smile. “I-I-I’m going to enjoyyyyyy every last d-d-drop of you!” she states in a robotic voice while her smiling lips remain unmoving. “D-drop of you!” Her neck kinks sharply as a thin jet of smoke streams from her nape, her yellow eyes crossing. “D-d-drrrrrooop oooofffff yyyooouuuuu…” her voice drops in register as hot sparks blast from her temple, the light of her eyes flickering, then winking out.
The nymph-robots stare for a few moments at their broken master before stiffening themselves, becoming statues once more, still suspending the witch’s naked, smoking, robotic body.
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[[FYOP/Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0137 | Collect the cores and leave]]
<<set $morgana.contentment to 6>>You grab the stunned witch-bot by her soft, round ass and give her a squeeze, pushing into her as you massage her ample backside. She relaxes in your grip, casually proclaiming, “You are free //ohhhh// only so long as I wish it!” As the nymph bots who once held you continue their indecorous moaning, she gives them a contemptuous glance and mutters, “It would seem these statues //hahhh// are hardly worth the //nnahhhh// effort to animate them…”
Feeling argumentative, you grab the piscine nymph-bot and guide her to the witch’s breasts. She quickly straddles the witch, nuzzling her tits as her pert rump presses against your abdomen. Apparently not wanting to be left out, the floral nymph-bot nimbly climbs over you, guiding her smooth, hairless marble sex to you as she bends backward to provide cunnilingus to her sister’s rutting rump while receiving some of her own.
The precarious arrangement of sexbots seems destined for collapse, but you do your best to maintain your rhythmic pumping. The witch offers half-hearted protests against the nymph-bot sucking on her tits, who already showing signs of distress thanks to the other nymph-bot eating her out while slung over your shoulders, who in turn is beginning to smolder from you tonguing her quivering pussy.
“Y-you will destroy them!” the witch insists as smoke seeps from the trembling rump of the nymph-bot laying across her. “Th-they were not made f-for-!“
The piscine nymph-bot’s sex erupts in a flurry of sparks that sting your groin as muffled wails turn to computerized noise, her limbs sticking straight out before going limp across the witch’s voluptuous body. Your own nymph-bot is not far behind, an electric tang flavoring her clitoris as she starts to tremble. She almost slips away as her legs loosen their grip, only to be caught by you and brought to a malfunction-ridden orgasm as she howls in pleasure, then with a mechanical screech echoed by the straining actuators in her hips before the top of her head bursts in a fireworks display, showering the witch and the other broken nymph-bot in red and orange lights.
After a moment of stunned silence, the witch begins to cackle wildly at the broken bots dangling from you and across her own bucking body, every moment causing parts to spill from their shattered forms. Then, just as suddenly, her laughter gives way a furious climax. She tears the bots off of you and her and rises to meet you, her nails raking across your back as she pounds your hips furiously, your face engulfed in her tits while her machinery delivers what sounds like a shrieking eulogy to a malfunctioning sexbot. She shudders and freezes, latched on to you tightly, fingernails buried into your back, and you begin to worry that you might not be able to remove her without power tools. But a moment later, her machinery stirs and she grows slack, leaning back in your grip and favoring you with a soporific smile. “I’m going to enjoy every last drop of you,” she coos, slipping off of you.
“Take him to the tower”, she instructs the remaining nymph-bots, who seize you before you can react. They seem to have learned from their sisters, holding your arms in a way that grants you no access to their sensitive anatomy.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0124]]
You take the opportunity to rest, exhausted from the ordeal.
When you awaken, you see that night has fallen outside… but given that “night” is only a change in the display monitors, you cannot be certain how long you've been asleep. Hearing a sound at the door, you look to see the witch enter the chamber, a smile upon her exquisite and cruel features.
“Your mistress is hungry,” she announces, tossing you that strange silken prophylactic.
<hr>
[[Put it on->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0121]]
[[Attempt sabotage->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0123]]
You open the main panel of the witch’s slumped body and pull out her core. You check the nymph-bots as well, but discover their cores to be both non-modular and far more primitive than those of the other sexbots.
Your prize in hand, you exit the chamber and return to the hub.
<hr>
[[Return to the hub->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<addToCores $morgana>>“I’m just here for your core,” you inform the witch.
“I’m afraid you don’t have a choice,” she says, and makes a gesture with her hand. Suddenly, the nymph statues spring to life, their flesh and clothing animate and supple as they grapple you before you can respond. Each statue holds one of your arms firmly in her grip.
“Now then,” she says, drawing down your pants and producing what looks to be a condom made of white silk. She slips it over your manhood and you feel a strange tug as it cinches tight, followed by a comfortable warmth. “I have an… ‘allergy‘ to liquid, you see,” she whispers, caressing your silk-shrouded cock, “And this is to keep me safe.”
Unlacing her corset with practiced easy and letting it fall aside, she stands before you wearing nothing but her black cape, boots, and gloves. Another pair of the nymph-bots circle behind her, lifting her into position and holding her up as she slides on to your member.
<hr>
[[Cooperate->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0114]]
[[Try and break free->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0115]]
You return her smile. “And how might I be of service?”
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/The Witch and the Warrior/0141]]
Ignoring the stage manager’s accusation, you step forward and quickly lift her black sweater over her head, knocking her glasses askew.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she demands, looking at you incredulously, now only dressed in tight leggings and a plain white bra. She emits a squeak when you prod her clavicle, saying, “This proves you aren't human, because only a malfunctioning sex-bot would think it’s OK to-“
She stops as a panel opens above breasts heaving with indignation, her core plainly visible through the opening in her soft artificial skin. The stage manager stares wordlessly at the evidence of her true nature, when suddenly the panel slides shut. “I’m going crazy,” she mutters, then looks back at you and says, “Feel these,” her hands busily unclasping her bra. Her pillowy breasts settle gently as she tosses the bra aside, and she guides your hand to their gentle plushness. “Totally real, right?” she breathes, her pink nipples stiffening at their urged caress. “That’s our proprietary design combining Dyna-skin and our flexible endooooo what the fuck am I saying?!” she demands, a sudden electrical jolt from her tits causing you both to recoil, her glasses tumbling from her stunned face.
She abruptly turns away from you without acknowledging the incident, sliding her tight leggings over her curvy hips, her simple black panties hugging her generous backside even tighter as she bends forward every-so-slightly. You take her up on her wordless invitation, your hands massaging the robot’s soft cheeks. “I c-come with our seamless Dyna-care warranty that covers a full year of remote and on-site mmmmmaintenance” she begins while looking over her shoulder, her expression transforming into shock once more. “Th-this unit has not been ssserviced in wwwwwhat is g-going on?!” Smoke wisps from her lips, her body trembling amidst the whine of internal components. “Th-this unit requires emergency maintenance, I feel… I feel so hot!”
<hr>
[[Try to service the stage manager->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0300]]
[[Fuck the stage manager->Scenario Chamber/A Night at the Opera/0301]]
Uncertain where to begin, you open the panel on her lower back where the humming is the loudest, revealing a nest of machinery behind a heat shimmer. You see nothing obviously broken or miswired, but decide to separate the pieces by as much as their cabling allows, pulling them free from her broiling insides, to expose them to open air.
“Ouch!” she exclaims, still bent forward, as you gingerly place a scalding and buzzing fluid filter at the sudden swell of her round backside. She mutely stares at the array of components pulled from inside her and strewn across her back in disbelief. “What is hhhhappening?” she gasps as you try to follow the run of a particularly hot coolant tube to a dermal dispersion transfer.
“I’m seeing if I can fix you,” you say. “You need to hold still.”
“Don’t talk to me like that, I’m still in charge here!” she insists with a petulant expression, defiantly wiggling her ass, jostling the components perched along her lower back. You scramble to stop them from falling to the ground, and she laughs at your sudden movement, provoking you further by wedging her ass against your firm manhood.
“You’re… distracting me,” you say, returning to your inspection of the cooling system despite her soft, warm cheeks compressing against your hips.
“I think you need a distraction more than I need a repair job from the world’s worst stage performer,” she responds, reaching back to tease her panties lower, but keeping herself fairly level. Her hand takes hold of your cock, guiding you inside her, further complicating your efforts to trace the complex web of cooling systems. “Th-there //is// a job I’m willing to trust you with,” she moans, her escalating movements threatening the delicate balancing act you’ve set up on her back.
She bucks harder, forcing you into a strange juggling act as you try to keep her exposed and painfully hot components from being knocked loose of their delicate tethers. “You’re not making this easy!” you gasp as her ass slaps against your hips, your hand darting out to seize the wireless receiver that pops free from its tentative resting place between her jiggling buttocks. You decide to give the oblong component a more stable home up her ass, and she gasps as the hot metal slips inside her.
“Do you know where //anything// is supposed to go?” she demands incredulously. You respond by thrusting deeply inside of her, her exposed components pulsing with heat as she squeals in release, trembling and then almost collapsing beneath you, held up by your firm grip on her hips. When she has finally cooled down, you reseat the various components inside of her, earning another gasp of pleasure when you pull the wireless module free from its temporary housing.
“You’ve convinced me…” she sighs as you close up her back panel. She reclines against you, her gaze passing over the machinery littering the stage. “Now what?”
“I need cores to be able to leave this facility – could you wait for me by the main entrance?”
“Just for you, I’ll clear my schedule,” she says, getting up to leave. As she makes her way toward the exit, she gives one last look at the broken droids on the stage and mutters, “I can't believe how much you fucked this opera up.”
<hr>
[[Return to the lobby->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<set $stacy.contentment to 12>>
<<addToLobby $stacy>>
You pull off her panties and push into her, both of you dropping to your knees on the boards amidst the broken remains of opera droids.
“So hot!” she gasps. “I guess I’m overheating?” She sits up, leaning her head back on your shoulder, smoke leaking from her ears, from beneath her tightly wound dark hair. “Why would the stage manager be a robot?” She clumsily reaches behind you, urging you into her, grinding against you with her soft, warm ass. “Why would-d sheee be a ro-robot in need of repair?” You cup her breast, causing one of her eyelids fluttering in confusion at electrical current crackles over her temple. “Why would she break d-down when you fucked her?” she whispers as her machinery whines louder, her thighs spreading as she haltingly directs your fingers into her now-steaming pussy. “It makes no sense!” she squeals, her voice affected with an electronic reverberation. “I c-can’t be a robot!”
Her movements turn stiff, a harsh rise and fall marked by the severe jiggling and then settling of her curvaceous figure, smoke trailing from every opening in her artificial body. “Not a robot!” she insists in a distorted voice, a peach-colored glow spreading throughout her skin. “I’m have a human p-p-pussy!” Her thighs snap together like a steel trap, her body seizing up while the smell of burning plastic fills the air. “Fffuck my human ass!” she gasps, grinding her backside harder into you while panels snap open across her back, her components glowing hot inside of her. “Squeeze my robot-t-t tits!” she exclaims – you oblige her, pinching her hardened nipples, and she suddenly sits bolt upright with a panicked, “Wait, I mean-!” Her head detonates in a blinding flash, leaving behind a spray of steam and bluish vapor, her ass buzzing against your crotch while her breasts jiggle from another internal explosion. Dark smoke courses from inside her as her headless form collapses against you, her machinery growing quiet as she is forced to shut down.
Popping the droid’s chest open, you extract her core and, after finding your clothes, make your way back to the lobby.
<hr>
[[Return to the lobby->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<set $stacy.contentment to 0>>
<<addToCores $stacy>>
Stacy the beleagured Stage Manager from the "A Night at the Opera" scenario chamber. Not happy with your performance (at least in the opera).
<<back>>The green-skinned witch from the "Sword and Sorcery" scenario chamber. Deeply interested in sex despite her severe water allergy.The core of the witch from the "Sword and Sorcery" scenario chamber.The well-proportioned barbarian from the "Sword and Sorcery" scenario chamber. Seems a touch embarassed about her largely ineffectual armor.The core of the warrior from the "Sword and Sorcery" scenario chamber.You type in "superheroes" and the screen refreshes.
<aside class="pquote">
Superheroes
Warning:
Scenario Chamber “a16_superheroes” has not been serviced in 999 days
Droid The Dollmaker has not been serviced in 999 days
Droid The Doll has not been serviced in 999 days
Droid Botanica has not been serviced in 999 days
Droid Ferine has not been serviced in 999 days
Droid Sunflower has not been serviced in 999 days
Droid Group PRIII has not been served in 999 days
Droid Debora has not been serviced in 999 days
Droid Commissioner has not been serviced in 999 days
Droid Robotrix has not been serviced in 999 days
Droid Moxie has not been serviced in 999 days
Activate scenario chamber? (Y/N)
</aside>
<hr>
[[Press "y"->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0001]]
[[Press "n"->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
Following the terminal’s directions, you pass through the chamber’s plain steel door to find a simple, white room three more doors. As you pass into the room, two of them hiss open to reveal closet-spaces. In one of the rooms hangs a plain grey suit - however, a sign in front of the closet reads, “Out of order.” (Author’s note – to be completed later)
In the other, a costume of a strange mesh material, a long cape, and a half-mask.
<hr>
/* [[Put on the suit->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0002]] */
[[Put on the superhero costume->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0003]]
Double-click this passage to edit it.You don the tight-fitting superhero costume and immediately notice that it seems to subtly augment your movement, easily compensating for its own surprisingly heavy weight. Slipping the mask over your head, the remaining door hisses open, revealing a dimly lit concrete tunnel leading to a broken pair of escalators. As you begin climbing the frozen steps, they suddenly lurch to life, garish colored lights flaring to life around you.
“So you finally decided to pay me a visit, did you?” a shrill voice echoes around you in a bizarre, taunting cadence. “What was it that finally got you to accept my invitation? Saying, ‘pretty please’? The chocolates, perhaps? Orrr...” the voice drops low, “was it that I took your precious little Victoria?”
You reach the top of the escalator and emerge on to a deserted waterfront at night, surrounded by unlit buildings and rubble strewn lots – but before you on a pier extending over a murky bay is a brilliantly lit funhouse, a riot of color and distorted calliope music. Above the awning hang a sign depicting the caricature of a macabre woman with purple eyeshadow and lips and a tangle of wild black hair. Across her cartoonishly buxom body clad in buckles and straps, boots, gloves, and a torn, frilled skirt you see flashing yellow bulbs spell out: “The Dollmaker”.
“Well, all that matters is you’re finally //here//!” the voice squeals excitedly from assortment of mismatched speakers. “So come right on in.”
<hr>
[[Try a bit of superhero banter->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0006]]
[[Step into the Funhouse->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0007]]
“Dollmaker!” you say, finding your voice amplified and distorted into a menacing growl by your suit.
“I love it when you say my name like that!” the voice answers. “Shivers! Every time!”
The mesh material in your gloves creaks as you make a fist and raise it threateningly. “Whatever this is, it’s just between you and me! This will be a lot easier for you if you just let Victoria go.”
“Oh, no, no, no!” the voice cries in distress. “The //last// thing I want is for you to go… //easy// on me. Also, you’re wrong about the other thing, ‘cause now it’s well beyond you and me… isn’t that right, Victoria?”
Projected on the rickety wall of the funhouse is an Asian woman in great distress tied to a chair. She is dressed in an elegant black and gold silk dress cut low across her impressive cleavage, and cut high to reveal the shocking thickness of her full thighs, tapering to knees bent tightly around the edge of the chair. Her flowing, ornately braided chestnut hair is unravelling, her mascara-streaked yet beautiful face frantic as she shouts at the camera, “Stay away! It’s a trap! It’s-!”
The projection sputters out, the Dollmaker’s voice mumbling, “Victoria, do you think there’s even the //slightest// chance our mutual friend thinks this isn’t a trap?” The voice perks up as she addresses you directly, “I’m a bit surprised you came all the way out here for her, and you’re obviously not here for her deductive reasoning. So is it her tits? I mean, //I’ve// got better tits than her, and you have you ever offered to motorboat them, even just out of polite courtesy?”
<hr>
[[Give her one last warning->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0008]]
[[Offer to motorboat her tits->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0009]]
You step through the entrance of the funhouse to a dimly lit room with three exits – before each stands a pedestal supporting a bell jar that holds a different 12-inch doll.
To your left is a sultry green-skinned and red-haired doll clad dressed in a corset made from green leaves, her hand outstretched with her finger crooked in a beckoning gesture. Directly ahead is a doll posed in a feral crouch, partially clothed in skin-tight latex that is cut to admit a bristling cat’s tail just above her tight backside, and cat’s ears perched upon her snarling head. On your right is a bronze-skinned doll nominally dressed in contour-hugging strips of shimmering purple material, posed serenely with her hands clasped in a meditative stance. Her long, flowing, magenta hair coils around her, while her eyes glow with a faint green light.
“All these lovely ladies, who at some point put their trust in an unhinged vigilante,” the Dollmaker chirps through the room’s tinny speakers, “Each one somehow surprised to find themselves sent to the nuthouse when she crossed an arbitrary line in your inscrutable moral code. Or was it just that you got… bored with them?” Her lilting voice takes on a shade of menace as she whispers, “And then… on to the next conquest?”
<hr>
[[Go through the door of the plant doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0010]]
[[Go through the door of the cat doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0011]]
[[Go through the door of the doll with the glowing eyes->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0012]]
“If anything happens to Victoria,” you begin in a low menace, but The Dollmaker cuts you short with a raspberry, followed by an impatient, “This isn’t really doing it for me, can we skip to the part where you come check out my carnival of death?”
“You had your chance, Dollmaker,” you snarl. “This isn’t going to end well for you.”
“I spoke too soon!” she gasps, “That… actually made me a little wet!”
Not taking the bait, you gather your cloak around you and step into the funhouse.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0007]]
You clear your throat. “Dollmaker, I would love to motorboat your tits.”
There’s a brief squeal of feedback, and when she speaks again her voice has the distorted muffle of someone too close to the microphone. “…Seriously? Is that a promise?”
You cough. “Yes.”
You hear the grinding of gears, followed by an enthusiastic, “Well, get your ass up here!” Parts of the building shift and retract as a mechanical staircase unfurls, leading you straight to the top floor.
<hr>
[[Take the stairs->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0014]]
[[Go through the main entrance->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0013]]
“Oh, sweet Botanica,” the Dollmaker’s voice sighs as you make your way through the left door, opening to a vine-choked hallway blooming with tropical flowers. “While you claim to be trying to help humanity by dressing up like a lunatic and punching strangers, Botanica set her sights a little higher – she tried to help the //entire// world, not just the species that was ruining it for, like, //literally// everything else.”
The hall ends in a verdant greenhouse full of trickling pools, vine-choked trellises, crowding bushes, and enormous, colorful flowers. Enmeshed within vines on the far side of the room reclines a gorgeous green-skinned woman with flowing, vibrant red hair accented by flowers and leaves. Her voluptuous body is marginally covered by tightly-clinging leafy vines that still leave her full, green-hued breasts and thighs exposed. Her lips of deep jade twist in a smirk as you enter, and she effortlessly disentangles herself from the thick vegetation to step toward you.
You cannot help but notice seams around her joints, a faint burst of sparks leaping from her neck as she approaches. With Botanica’s every step, vines become animate, some writhing sensuously around her, others slithering toward you.
“For trying to save the planet, this man had you put into an asylum,” the Dollmaker whispers, no longer addressing you. “Does that seem like justice?”
“Oh, I’ll show him justice,” growls Botanica, her vines rearing back to strike.
<hr>
[[Subdue the Botanica doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0015]]
[[Persuade the Botanica doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0016]]
“Ferine, Ferine,” the Dollmaker’s voice sings as you step through the door directly ahead. “As trusting and playful as a kitten, equipped with the same desires that lead you to vent your aggression on the downtrodden souls of this city.” The hall before you walled in filthy brick and sputtering neon, a creeping carpet of steam stirring with every step.
“You’d think you’d have more sympathy for a girl just following her instincts, especially when she exercises more discretion when choosing her targets than you do…” the alley ends and you see a room made up like a rooftop, the backdrop of a painted city skyline surrounding you. Perched atop a large roof fan and partly obscured by stream is a woman in a skin-tight suit of black latex, the gleam of streetlights reflecting along her supple curves. The suit is unzipped from the collar at her neck down to the belt over her broad hips, exposing a pair of irrepressible round breasts threatening to burst free from the constraining latex. Also exposed is a seam at her midriff, obviously marking her as a robot. The cat ears adorning her hood seem to be more than simple decoration, as they flick irritably when you enter the chamber, accompanied by the angry swish of her black tail. Her large green eyes narrow to slits while her pretty red lips curl into a menacing smile.
“But no,” the Dollmaker’s voice continues, “Ferine’s victims weren’t ‘guilty’ in the way you wanted them to be – and so you shopped her.” Ferine’s claw-tipped gloves tighten against the ledge of her perch, her hips quickly twitching side to side, each movement accompanied by a faint mechanical whir.
“Ferine?” asks the Dollmaker. “Is there anything you’d like to add?”
“That just about covers it,” she purrs, licking her lips. Before you have a chance to respond, Ferine emits a feral growl and leaps straight at you.
<hr>
[[Subdue the Ferine doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0017]]
[[Persuade the Ferine doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0018]]
“Sunflower, a girl not even from our own galaxy, yet expected to unflinchingly abide by our bizarre rules and customs,” the Dollmaker says as you step through into curved metal hallway, polished to a high shine. “This would be hard enough, were it not for the fact that she had //powers//. Powers that she worked desperately to control, powers you even made her use in your own personal crusades!”
The hall ends in a room that looks like a control center, rounded consoles fixed with glowing screens that display a strange, alien text. Seated in a chair at its center is a beautiful bronze-skinned woman with glowing green eyes. Her long, silken, magenta hair drapes behind her like a flowing cape. She wears little, two strips of a shining purple material perfectly clinging to her large breasts before meeting with what amounts to a bikini-bottom cut high over her broad hips. Just above her heavy breasts and below her toned abdomen are circlets of metal, each embedded with a large, smooth, red gem. Across her body, several seams mark her as an obvious robot, and when she uncrosses her legs dressed in thigh boots and rises from her chair, you detect the faint whirr of machinery.
“Hello!” Sunflower says with a polite bow and smile.
“//Hello!?//” the Dollmaker’s voice snaps incredulously. “This is the guy that stripped you of your powers!”
“I was a danger to myself and others,” she responds matter-of-factly.
“He put you in an asylum!”
“He was concerned for my mental health!” she chirps.
“Sweetie, I programmed you to murder this jerk…”
“My programming has been influenced by data accumulated from the actual Sunflower, and though she does have clear misgivings regarding the treatment she has received-“
There is an electrical snap, and Sunflower’s head suddenly cocks to the side, her chipper expression now vacant as a puff of smoke rises from her ear.
“Sorry about this,” the Dollmaker’s voice mutters, “I really should’ve done more testing with her… If you had picked either one of the other rooms, the dolls there wouldn’t have hesitated to go for your throat, but for whatever reason you had to pick… ugh… There we go!”
Sunflower’s head snaps back and that look of serene joy returns. “Please understand that while I act with the greatest reluctance, only your death can quench my righteous thirst for revenge.”
“Good enough…” mutters the Dollmaker as Sunflower raises her arms, the rubies at her waist and breast beginning to glow as her hands charge with green energy.
<hr>
[[Subdue the Sunflower doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0019]]
[[Persuade the Sunflower doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0020]]
You mount the stairs and reach the uneven balcony of the funhouse, a crookedly-hung door creaking in the harbor breeze. Peering through the door, at first you see nothing but darkness – then, with a loud bang, a circular spotlight illuminates the Dollmaker.
With her delicate features, porcelain complexion, and elaborate costuming, she seems like a doll herself. Upon a disarmingly pretty face framed by fashionably wild black hair, she wears plum-colored eyeshadow around bright but cold grey eyes, with matching lipstick on her coyly upturned, bee-stung lips. She is dressed in an extravagant array of gold-studded and buckled leather straps, formed into a corset and shoulder straps that serve up a generous helping of freckled cleavage. Her high, tattered skirts fan out around her bare creamy thighs pinched by more leather straps, leading to knee-high platform boots. When she gives you a deep, theatrical bow, the mirrors behind her provide a perfect view of her plump backside and her skimpy, striped panties. “How nice of you to stop by!” she chirps.
To her side is Victoria in a torn black evening dress, her long brown, silken hair tumbling past her shoulders, her abundant curves jiggle as she struggles against her restraints. The high slits in her dress expose her wide hips and tremendously thick thighs, the chair beneath her creaking as they clench in nervous anticipation. Her large, dark eyes quickly move between you and the Dollmaker, uncertain of what is about to happen.
“Well, I guess you figured out that she was one of mine,” the Dollmaker announces, producing a palm-sized metal box control featuring an aerial and a large red button. She casually tosses it to you, saying, “I’ll let you do the honors… then we can get down to business!”
<hr>
[[Push the button->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0021]]
[[Inspect the device->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0022]]
You step around the staircase and head toward the main entrance as the Dollmaker’s voice cries out in exasperation, “Oh, come on! You’re such a damn tease!”
Before cutting out, you hear her mumble, “Just for that, I’m dialing up my dolls to //super// murder.”
<hr>
[[Step into the Funhouse->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0007]]
You leap back from the Botanica doll, ducking behind a rock formation while her vines wend their way toward you.
“Sooner or later, you’ll have to face justice for what you’ve done,” coos Botanica as she saunters unhurriedly toward you, gently caressing a green tendril as it entwines around her slender waist. “At least, that’s what you told me…” You’re forced to move again as her vines close in once more, crashing through a trellis.
“Stop running,” she chides, lazily approaching with her hip-swaying gait, moaning quietly as another green tendril tenderly encircles her breast. “You’re just delaying the inevitable…”
With another running leap, you’ve put yourself near where you started, but also next to a lily-filled pond of dark water. Botanica continues her lazy pursuit, seeing that her vines now have you entirely surrounded. In a sudden motion, you reach down to seize the same vine that has itself around her body and give it a sharp tug –with a startled yelp, Botanica is jerked from across the room toward you, crashing into you with a sharp intake of breath, a look of surprise upon her imperious features.
<hr>
[[Kiss the Botanica doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0023]]
[[Throw the Bontanica doll in the pond->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0024]]
You back away from the encroaching vines with your hands up, saying, “You’re not Botanica, you’re a doll that the Dollmaker constructed in her image! Whatever history we have, it’s not with you!”
“All I have is my programming,” she moans, a green tendril pressing against the tender flesh of her soft thigh. “And that programming wants you dead.” She gives another quiet sigh as a tendril slides between her pert cheeks, pressing the leaves of her green thong deeper.
“Um… it also seems like a part of that programming wants sex?”
Botanica gives you a curious look, her green lips parting uncertainly as the Dollmaker’s voice cuts in. “Wait, stop, time out! Botanica, do you have any idea what kind of system conflicts sex with this man would expose you to? Also mind that you’re not exactly built from top-shelf parts!”
Despite her warning, Botanica approaches you slowly, vines squeezing and releasing her soft curves as she moans, “But my systems are already in conflict… what are we to do?”
<hr>
[[Go easy on the Botanica doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0025]]
[[Go hard on the Botanica doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0026]]
Ferine pounces upon you and you both roll across the floor in a tangle of limbs, the cat-girl hissing as nails extend from her gloved hands, a single swipe tearing a gash across your armored chest. You deliver a suit-boosted punch to Ferine’s exposed midsection and with a sharp crack she sails upward into the ceiling, smashing against it in a splinter of wood before falling back hard upon the floor.
You leap to your feet and she springs to all fours, her head low to the ground and her ass held high as she circles you. At first she seems undaunted by the punishing blow you delivered, a slow grin creeping across her face. But you also see that perhaps the damage was not so superficial when a burst of sparks sputter from her tail. Focusing, you see a break where it connects to her body, frayed wires spilling out from a small tear.
While you are distracted by her damaged tail, she pounces at you once again, snaking her limbs around you and pulling down to the ground. Her latex-clad body slides against you while her supple legs tighten against your throat. She moans lasciviously as her smooth thigh squeeze tighter, and you feel yourself losing consciousness.
You blindly paw the taut latex covering her pert ass until you find her tail, the exposed wires delivering a sharp shock as you take hold. You tug sharply, and she suddenly freezes, the vice-grip of her thighs relaxing. She lies there, panting, her nipples abruptly stiffening against the constraints of her suit.
<hr>
[[Kiss the Ferine doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0027]]
[[Pull harder on the Ferine doll’s tail->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0028]]
“I don’t want to fight yoaargh!” your words end in an unintelligible grunt when Ferine slams into you savagely, sending you both rolling – by the time you stop, you’re flat on your back, and she has you between her bare thighs, a clawed hand raised menacingly.
“You’re being used as a puppet by the Dollmaker! She’s the one who wants me dead, not Ferine, and not you!”
Ferine’s ears droop slightly, as she quietly says, “No… I’m pretty sure I want you dead, too.”
“That’s just how she programmed you. And besides,” you slide your hands along her smooth thighs, taking her hips in your hands, “you might consider there are other things we could be doing…”
Ferine lowers her claws and glides her latex-clad groin across your abdomen, her eyes opening wide at the apparent realization. This is also accompanied by a disconcerting humming sound from her chest, and a small burst of sparks from one of her cat ears.
The Dollmaker’s voice abruptly cuts in. “Ferine, you know that strange tingling you feel in your processors, along with those errors you’re struggling trying to diagnose right now? That’s because you’re thinking about fucking the guy you’re supposed to kill. If you want to see it get a lot worse, by all means, go ahead and fuck him!”
Ferine looks at you uncertainly, her buzzing hips still delivering small, tentative thrusts against you.
<hr>
[[Go easy on the Ferine doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0031]]
[[Go hard on the Ferine doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0032]]
Sunflower aims both fists at you and a searing pulse of green energy slams into your chest – you go sailing backward, crashing against the wall as smoke wafts up your chest at the impact point.
“My apologies, friend!” she calls, while charging another beam. You dive behind a console just as she fires the second shot, the pulse ricocheting off of the smooth metal surface to bounce around the chamber at blinding speeds, narrowly avoiding both you and Sunflower before it finally hits a terminal, resulting in a spark-filled explosion.
“If it is any consolation, please understand that I am deeply conflicted about ending your life!” she calls, circling to get an angle on you. Moving to stay in cover, you dive behind another console as she fires again – this time, the shot reflects off the wall behind you and strikes you in the back, sending you sprawling to your hands and knees.
“Any pleasure I take from this will almost certainly be outweighed by the guilt I will feel upon reflection,” she says sadly, approaching your prone form with her hands whining as they ready another shot. You quickly force yourself to your feet and manage to get behind the surprised doll, grabbing her arms and aiming them directly at the wall in front of you.
“Oh dear!” she exclaims when she releases the shot, one that immediately ricochets to strike her squarely in her chest. The ruby between her breasts explodes with red of green energy, causing Sunflower to tremble as she speaks hurriedly. “My thoracic energy transformer has been destroyed, but this does not by itself represent a critical threat as long as my pubic energy transformer remains intact, but should that secondary system become damaged-“
<hr>
[[Kiss the Sunflower doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0029]]
[[Destroy the Sunflower doll’s secondary energy transformer->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0030]]
“Sunflower, you don’t want to do this!” you insist, your hands outstretched defensively.
The magenta-haired doll slowly lowers her hands, the gathering green energy released into the ether. “A large part of my programming is absolutely insistent that I destroy you,” she says, “however, you are correct in that I am devoting significant resources toward resisting this imperative.”
“OK, Sunflower?” the Dollmakers voice chimes in. “I built you – I programmed you – so trust me when I say, your parts are //not// up for any self-determination on this. Do as you’re told and kill the guy in the room with you, PLEASE.”
Sunflower raises her arms, then immediately drops them again, smoke rising from her ears. “Oh, I am so incredibly confused by all these conflicting directives!”
You step up to the smoking doll, tenderly cupping her confused, green-eyed face in your hands.
“Maybe there’s something we could do besides fight each other?”
“Nope!” The Dollmaker’s voice cuts in sharply. “Hi, Sunflower, it’s you’re creator again. I cut a lot of corners building you, and trust me when I say that that kind of dissonance from doing anything other than murder is going to slag every one of your cheap processors.”
Despite The Dollmaker’s warnings, Sunflower brightens at your implied suggestion - her green eyes flutter closed, her peach-colored lips parting as she leans in for a kiss.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0033]]
You thumb the red button and immediately hear a calm, synthetic voice emerge from Victoria: “Self-destruct initiated.”
“Did you actually-?” Victoria asks, her face scrunched in confusion as electricity starts to crackle across her chest, a high-pitched whine building inside her. A second later, she gives a surprised gasp before exploding, robotic components and splintered pieces of chair violently cast about the room.
“Sorry about the old honey-bot ruse,” The Dollmaker says, waving away smoke as she walks toward a conspicuous lever that rises from the wooden floor. She pulls it and a bed falls from the wall and lands in a tumble of sheets and pillows, four columns swinging from another mechanism and locking into place before an upper panel drops on top of them, a gauzy curtain unfurling around it. “You know, I actually lured you here to murder you?” She laughs, leaping on to the bed with barely contained enthusiasm. “But when I was like, ‘How come you won’t motorboat //my// tits?’, and you were all, ‘I would totally motorboat your tits!’ it just… put things into perspective, you know?”
She bites her lip and gives you an appraising once-over before saying, “Well, what are you waiting for?”
<hr>
[[Motorboat your arch-villain’s tits->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0035]]
[[Bring your arch-nemesis to justice->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0036]]
You turn the device over in your hands, glancing at Victoria who in turn seems to be at a complete loss.
“Do I need to spell it out for you?” The Dollmaker shouts, flinging her arms apart in exasperation. “Victoria’s just a dumb a robot built by me to lure you here!”
Victoria looks at her in disbelief, managing a simple, “I’m a what?”
Ignoring her, The Dollmaker continues, “That //very simple// device you hold in your hand will trigger a robot’s self-destruct sequence. It’s incredibly easy, all you have to do is //PUSH THE GIANT RED BUTTON!//”
<hr>
[[Push the button->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0021]]
[[Refuse to push the button->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0037]]
[[See if you can reconfigure the device->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0038]]
You kiss Botanica’s jade lips and she recoils in surprise, a sharp electrical snap resonating from inside her head. A second later, she returns your kiss with a quiet moan, pressing her voluptuous body against yours in a rustle of leaves, the vines encircling her beginning to twine around you as well.
With another electrical pop, Botanica jerks back, her eyes staring off blankly as a thin tendril of smoke escapes her parted lips.
“Yeah, fuck the guy you’re programmed to kill,” the Dollmaker’s voice cuts in, “see how that works out for your processors…”
<hr>
[[Go easy on the Botanica doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0025]]
[[Go hard on the Botanica doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0026]]
Double-click this passage to edit it.You spin around and toss the green-skinned doll into the pond where she lands with a splash. Vines rush into the murky water and hoist her dripping form out, but it appears that, as you expected, the crude seams along her voluptuous form mean she is not waterproof.
Held aloft by vines, Botanica begins to smoke and crackle with electricity, her head jerking from one side to the next as the vines begin to shudder in turn, pulling her in different directions. Some of the tendrils encircle her breasts, squeezing her tits free from her leafy lingerie, sparks leaping from one of her stiffening nipples. Another vine pushes under her the greenery at her sex and plunges into her, soliciting a gasp and a sudden surge of sparks, the penetrating vine throbbing as smoke pours from the moaning robot.
The electricity around her builds and builds, the vines squeezing her tighter, pushing deeper while her voice deteriorates into a synthetic drone of pleasure. A thick vine glides between her trembling buttocks before curling inward and entering the doll’s ass, its green shaft trembling as it pulses. With a final squeal, Botanica explodes, the vines around her tensing before collapsing to the floor.
The room’s speakers squawk to life, The Dollmaker’s voice excitedly stating, “On to the main event!” Vines fall away from an opening in the wall, revealing a narrow staircase leading up.
<hr>
[[Go upstairs->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0039]]
“We’ll take it slow,” you offer, gently taking the trembling green doll in your arms, kissing her jade lips, dipping lower to kiss her green breasts, sinking to your knees to nuzzle the leafy covering of her artificial womanhood. She moans quietly as the green covering simply falls away, exposing the delicate petals of her quivering sex, glistening with nectar.
Your tongue enters her and she moans urgently, the flower of her womanhood warm and sweet. Your hands slip past the seams at her soft thighs to massage her tender backside, her legs buckling as she leans into you for support. Vines encircle your bodies, pulling you both closer as her breathing comes in shorter, sharper gasps. Her voice grows higher, and you hear hints of the strain this is putting on her components, buzzing and ticking sounds within her growing louder with her every escalating cry.
With a sudden, shuddering gasp of release, you feel the vines around you pulse, the same ones binding you to her sex tightening, trembling, and finally falling away as the panting Botanica sinks to her knees. Copious amounts of smoke stream from her ears and mouth as she smiles, wrapping her arms around you as her vines do the same, holding her warm curves against you. A moment later, you hear her internal components switch off, the droid powering down in her blissful embrace.
“That wasn’t how it was supposed to go,” the Dollmaker’s voice cuts in, “But I am intrigued by what I’ve seen… why don’t you bring yourself up here and we can put your tongue to work on something other than cheap robo-vegetarian vag, K?” Vines fall away from a section of wall, revealing a staircase leading upward.
Before leaving, you open the chest of the powered-down doll and carefully remove her core.
<hr>
[[Go upstairs->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0039]]
<<set $botanica.contentment to 10>>
<<addToCores $botanica>>
Botanica gasps as you tear off her leafy covering, her nipples a tropical pink amidst the verdant swell of her breasts. A moment later, her vines do the same to you, tearing your suit off while she reclines against in a makeshift hammock of flowering greenery. You find yourself being lifted in the air and then guided into her by writhing plants, every leaf and flower in the room trembling at your union.
You pound the doll as she squirms in her bed of green, tendrils guiding your hands and lips to her round breasts and her tender nipples as she howls in ecstasy, her body shuddering with every impact of your relentless hips. You feel her movements become more rigid, more “doll-like” as you continue, the vines now convulsing in fits and starts as electricity crackles along their length.
A silken green tendril coils along the length of your cock, squeezing it urgently and forcing you deeper, the tendril itself beginning to pulse and thicken until Botanica’s dripping artificial sex can scarcely admit your throbbing, vine-engorged manhood, smoke and sparks leaping from her seams, mouth, and ears with every push. Botanica’s voice is a desperate, pleasure-wracked whimper when the vine suddenly blooms, you releasing along with it as she gives a final cry before her joints burst with robotic flora, her body going to pieces in a series of electrical bursts and the eruption of shuddering, mechanical plants.
The vines that held you up go limp and you are dumped unceremoniously atop the broken doll. You pick her core out from her floral remains and gather the scattered parts of your suit as The Dollmaker chimes in. “I think we both learned something here. I can’t say I know exactly what that is just yet, but… mind heading upstairs?”
Vines fall away from a section of wall, revealing a staircase leading upward.
<hr>
[[Go upstairs->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0039]]
<<set $botanica.contentment to 0>>
<<addToCores $botanica>>
You lean in and kiss the stunned Ferine – she doesn’t seem to know what to make of this, pulling back to look at you in confusion. “What was that?” she asks, her chest heaving in time to her short, sharp breaths.
“An alternative to us trying to kill each other?” you suggest, leaning in for another kiss.
“Hold up there, you two,” The Dollmaker’s voice cuts in. “In a game of cat and mouse, the cat does not traditionally //fuck// the mouse. And Ferine, if you‘re noting some errors bubbling up in your cheap-o components, it’s because I did not build you to //fuck mice//. Capiche?”
Ferine ignores her creator’s voice, instead cupping one of her swollen breasts in her clawed hand, tenderly squeezing it as she gives you a wink.
<hr>
[[Go easy on the Ferine doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0031]]
[[Go hard on the Ferine doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0032]]
Gripping her tail tighter, you pull with your suit-enhanced strength, and feel it come free with a tumult of sparks and noise. When the smoke clears, you are surprised at the tangle of electronics and wiring that have been pulled out with it, torn loose from the doll’s housing.
Ferine takes a shuddering glance at the sparking mess and tries to stand, her servos uncooperative as the doll teeters and lands on her backside. Electronics start to glow from within her exposed synthetic skin, and she tears at the straining suit around her chest, the doll’s breasts jostling loose as she opens her chest panel with an accompanying rush of smoke and sparks. She taps ineffectually at the glowing components within her, the air filling with the smell of burning silicon. A moment later, her cat-ear adorned head detonates in a loud blast, her headless body collapsing in a smoldering heap.
As you are removing the doll’s core from her broken chassis, the Dollmaker’s voice mutters, “I knew adding that tail was a bad idea.” A portion of the skyline backdrop opens to reveal a narrow staircase leading up.
<hr>
[[Go upstairs->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0039]]
<<set $ferine.contentment to 0>>
<<addToCores $ferine>>
Pulling the tight latex apart, you liberate Ferine’s tits from the suit’s constraints, revealing a pair of small ring piercings in her pink nipples that glint in the room’s dim light.
You kiss each tenderly, the doll moaning in encouragement as your tongue plays with the metal fittings, her hands straying to her groin. Her claws tugs on a release, a sudden patch of dark hair and soft pink appearing amidst the shiny black material. Your suit falls away with surprising ease as you both work to remove it, and there is a moment of hesitation as you are poised to enter her, a buzzing sound stirring from inside. The errant sound dies down and she gives you a nod, biting her lip in anticipation. You glide into the doll, her sharp nails raking across your back as you gasp in unison.
Together you find a rhythm that counters the rising humming sounds and stresses of the doll’s mechanical body, yet Ferine is constantly urging you faster, even as smoke is wisping from the twitching ears atop her head. You placate the lascivious doll by fondling her warm breasts, and she directs your hands to do the same to her ass. Her claws tear at the latex to expose more of the trembling synthetic flesh beneath, until her suit is little more than tattered ribbons of material straining against her soft skin. Your hands race across her sweltering body as she shudders, her components struggling to process it all.
She cries in sudden release, one of her nipples sparking, her ears twitching as her tail tightens around you both. Her voice sinks in register, her body wavering on top of you as lights flicker behind her green eyes. She finally collapses, and you think you might have broken her when she stirs, softly kissing your neck.
“Apparently I can’t stay mad at you,” she purrs before powering down.
“You absolutely can!” shouts the Dollmaker. “It’s your default setting, ‘Mad at the guy who ruined your life! Well, forget it,” she sighs, a door opening in the skyline backdrop to reveal stairs leading up. “Why don’t you come upstairs?”
You open the doll’s access panel at her chest and retrieve her core. After putting on your suit once more, you head upstairs.
<hr>
[[Go upstairs->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0039]]
<<set $ferine.contentment to 10>>
<<addToCores $ferine>>
You give her tail another tug and again she freezes, teeth clenched, eyes opened wide. You flip her over on her knees and, taking her clawed hands, run one of her talons over the taut latex at her groin. The material splits open, revealing the flushed lips of her sex beneath. She gives you a churlish look over her shoulder and swats you in the face with her tail, but then wraps it around your waist and pulls you to her with an animalistic moan.
Your suit seems to sense your intentions and falls away with a token effort. Ferine’s tail wraps around your cock, guiding you to the small pink opening amidst her black latex, and you plunge into her as she howls in pleasure, he clawed hands digging into the wooden floor.
The air fills with her cries and the quickening pace of your hips slapping against her latex ass, her body tensing as you go faster still. The dark room is illuminated in brief flashes as sparks leap from the yowling doll, her claws now tearing deep gouges beneath her. Smoke starts to pour from her panting mouth as you push harder, her hips bucking in sharp, snapping, mechanical motions, her machinery whining in protest. You maintain this relentless pace, your hands tightening over her plush hips as her own crush the boards beneath her to splinters. She throws her head back trailing smoke and sparks as her ears pivot erratically, her body locking into place with a sudden sizzling sound. Seconds later, her head is blown to pieces amidst a final digitized cry of release. Her body reflexively bucks for a few moments longer before finally settling against you with a hydraulic hiss.
“I tried to tell her!” the Dollmaker’s voice interjects over the speakers. “Oh well, let’s just get this over with…” A door creaks open in the city skyline backdrop, revealing stairs leading up.
You open the core access panel of the headless doll and retrieve her core before taking the exit.
<hr>
[[Go upstairs->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0039]]
<<set $ferine.contentment to 0>>
<<addToCores $ferine>>
You still the panicking doll with a kiss upon her pink lips, the light in her eyes flaring brightly. “Oh!” she exclaims, “I think I would much prefer interacting with you in this manner!” She slides her hands along the shining material marginally covering her tremendous breasts, announcing, “If my source information is correct, you found great pleasure in engaging with the real Sunflower’s mammaries, and that she in turn also found p-p-pleasurrreeohhhh, my!” The doll’s exposition gives way to a gasp as you nuzzle her tits, relishing their softness.
“If I m-might also recommend placing your handssssz upon mmmy posterior, //ahh//! Oh, what is this sensation? I’m experiencing a large number of system conflicts!”
“Because I programmed you to murder this jerk!” The Dollmaker’s voice barks over the speakers. “And when you go against your programming, you not only hurt me in a figurative sense, you’ll hurt your bargain-bin processors in a very literal sense.”
“I do not think I could stop this even if I wanted to,” she whispers, and you hear the crackle of an overtaxed electrical system from within the doll’s chest.
<hr>
[[Contionue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0033]]
You seize the gem at her waist and tighten your grip around it – after a moment of resistance, the gem cracks, then shatters with a blast of red energy.
“I suppose it was a tactical error to advertise this specific vulnerability,” the doll remarks, glancing down at the two shattered, crackling gems. You hear a hum start to build within her, her eyes glowing brighter as green energy crackles across her body.
She pivots, taking you in her arms and clutching you to her breast. “If my goal was to kill you, my imminent explosion will see this goal realized!“
You struggle in her grip, but even with the added benefit of your suit, you cannot break free - she effortlessly holds you, speaking nonchalantly as a green glow suffuses her entire body. “However, my desire to end your life is a hollow one, forced upon me by my capricious creator – another consideration is that, as a mortal creature, your death is quite permanent.”
She holds you at arm’s length, but still does not release you as energies continue to build inside of her. “It is decided!” she suddenly exclaims, smiling brightly at you as her eyes flare an incandescent green. “I shall spare your life!” She abruptly flings you into the air, and you crash on the other side of the console. “Remain behind cover!” she calls out helpfully, “It should shelter from my-“ just as she explodes in a violent storm of green energy. You cover your head as pieces of her ping against the room’s metal interior. Emerging from the console, you find her circular core spinning in place where she once stood, and you patiently wait for it to cool before picking it up.
“If we ever do this again,” you hear the Dollmaker mutter, “remind me not to build another one of //her//.” A door hisses open in the back of the room, a set of stairs leading upward.
<hr>
[[Go upstairs->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0039]]
<<set $sunflower.contentment to 0>>
<<addToCores $sunflower>>
You kiss Sunflower and find her suddenly awash with energy, your hair standing on end as she grows warmer in your embrace. She delivers a few direct taps to your suit and it easily falls away in pieces. You tug at the nominal fabric of her outfit in turn and it slips off her body with a silken whisper, your hands cupping her impossibly pert breasts as she emits an approving moan and a few sparks from her neck. She hesitantly pushes you back, stating, “It would appear the Dollmaker’s appraisal of my systems’ low quality was correct.” She stands before you entirely nude aside from her purple thigh boots, with her gravity-defying breasts and her hands folded delicately over her sex. “I suspect excessive stimulation will precipitate catastrophic system failure.”
<hr>
[[Take things slow->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0034]]
[[Take things fast->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0092]]
You pull apart the complex truss of straps and cloth to expose a fabulous pair of freckled breasts, the Dollmaker emitting a small yelp at their abrupt release. With no further encouragement, you bury your face in her bosom, massaging, nuzzling, and suckling as the soft expanse as she moans desperately, her hands pulling you tightly against her.
You hear a sudden electric tone from inside her, followed by a sudden shock from her swollen nipple. As you recoil, she looks at you at you with annoyance. “Back to work!” she demands, pushing her tit in your mouth once more. Another tone, another shock, this time accompanied by sparks from her ears and she looks stunned. “Oh no…” she moans, smoke rising from her lips, her eyes wide. “I’m n-not the real D-Dollmaker! I’m just a d-decoy… and you’ve triggered my self-destruct!”
Instinctively pulling away from her, she holds you in place, pleading, “I’m not happy about this either! Look, just suck on my t-tits while I try and figure ssssomething out!”
<hr>
[[Oblige her->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0040]]
[[Are you insane?!->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0043]]
“I’m here to put an end to your games, Dollmaker,” you state, your gloved fists tightening.
“Wait… so we’re fighting?” the Dollmaker asks, confused. As you take a menacing step forward, she regaining her composure. “Well, guess what? I’ve got miniooooons!”
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0077]]
You shake your head, telling the Dollmaker, “I’m not falling for your tricks.”
“You already did, dummy!” the Dollmaker cries. “Let me spell it out for you – Victoria’s a robot! And I built her! Look!” She jab’s at Victoria’s chest, just above her breasts - Victoria gasps in shock, and then becomes catatonic as the Dollmaker opens her core-access panel, revealing an array of blinking electronics within. “See!?”
Victoria shakes her head, her disheveled hair unraveling further as she looks up to you. “I don’t care if I’m just a robot… I still love you!”
The Dollmaker slaps the panel closed, muttering, “Duh, you’re programmed to,” before turning to you. “Do we really want to make this about dumb old Victoria at this point? She’s served her purpose as bait! Just hit that button and we can just do what comes natural… I guess that would be fighting, but with some sexual tension?”
<hr>
[[Push the button->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0021]]
[[Rush the Dollmaker->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0049]]
You snap the device open and see a simple relatively simple network-field scanner and transmitter. “Don’t //break// it!” The Dollmaker groans. “Just push the dang button!”
You’re able to reset the scanner with a power cycle, the device’s simple LED display indicating there are two possible network fields it could connect to. You choose the one that isn’t Victoria.
“No, idiot, the RED button, on the OUTSIDE of the device!”
You toss it back to her. “Show me.”
She rolls her eyes, points it at Victoria without looking, forcefully depresses the button with her thumb – and immediately stiffens.
“Oh sh-shit!” she stammers, electricity crackling across her freckled tits. “I’m a r-robot? A D-dollmaker d-decoy?”
You walk over to Victoria to untie her, but notice she too is crackling with electricity.
“You gotta give real-me c-crediiiiit, though” the Dollmaker continues, sparks leaping from her smoking ears. “I mmmmanaged all this a-and I was j-just a d-d-decoy!” You manage to untie Victoria, but the charge within her seems to be building quickly.
“S-say, you s-still made a p-promise!” she insists, tugging down her dress to reveal her creamy, freckled breasts one of her areola crackles with energy. Noting your reluctance, she adds, “T-trust me, I’ve g-got a m-minute b-before I explode!” At that moment, Victoria’s body undergoes a series of internal explosions before she slumps to the floor, smoke wafting from her inert form. “OK, definitely not less than ten seconds!” the Dollmaker decoy hastily amends.
<hr>
[[Keep your promise and motorboat the robot’s tits before she self-destructs->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0040]]
[[Are you insane?!->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0043]]
You proceed up the stairs, warily proceeding down a narrow hallway past buzzing neon arrows pointing ahead, all stating variations of //This Way to the Dollmaker//.
The stairs lead into a darkened space, too dark for you to make out anything. There is a sudden loud bang and a circular spotlight illuminates the Dollmaker.
With her delicate features, porcelain complexion, and elaborate costuming, she seems like a doll herself. Upon a disarmingly pretty face framed by fashionably wild black hair, she wears plum-colored eyeshadow around bright but cold grey eyes, with matching lipstick on her coyly upturned, bee-stung lips. She is dressed in an extravagant array of gold-studded and buckled leather straps, formed into a corset and shoulder straps that serve up a generous helping of freckled cleavage. Her high, tattered skirts fan out around her bare creamy thighs pinched by more leather straps, leading to knee-high platform boots. When she gives you a deep, theatrical bow, the mirrors behind her provide a perfect view of her plump backside and her skimpy, striped panties.
“I so glad you could join us up here, and I hope you weren’t too put off by the theatrics downstairs,” the Dollmaker says breezily, walking behind her captive, and setting her gloved hands on Victoria’s shoulders. The bound Asian woman looks straight at you, and despite a face streaked with mascara, she possesses a beauty that is not easily undone. She sits up despite her restraints, her expression suddenly hopeful, her torn black dress drawing tight across her abundant curves. The high slits in her dress expose her wide hips and tremendously thick thighs, the chair beneath her creaking as they clench in nervous anticipation.
“Victoria and I have a secret~!” The Dollmaker teases, playfully swinging her hips from side to side.
<hr>
[[You fiend! You won’t get away with this!->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0124]]
[[I know Victoria’s a robot->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0050]]
[[Rush the Dollmaker->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0049]]
“We’ll just have to be careful,” you whisper, kissing her slightly downturned lips.
She immediately brightens, clenching her fists excitedly as something in her produces a cheerful whir.
You kiss her expansive breasts as she sighs, languidly offering, “I hesitate to make this request, given the potential complications it may introduce into my systems, but do you think you could massage my buttocks?”
You place your hands on her rump and squeeze, your fingers sinking into her warm, synthetic skin. She gasps, a discordant hum sounding from inside her chest, and she stammers, “Th-that is precisely what I was afraid of! Ohhh, but do not stop!” You massage her more gently, kissing her breasts tenderly, her thighs parting as she urges her tufted sex against your own.
“A-again, I fear the potential consequences,” she breaths, the lips of her sex teasingly brushing your tip, “but do you suppose-“
You push into her and she cries in release, her body shuddering as her internal components struggle with the new stimulation. “Despite the mounting failings //<ohhhhh!>// in my systems,” she pants as you take her wide hips in your hands, supporting her shuddering up-and-down motions, “I am undeterred!”
It is a struggle to temper her exuberance, but you manage to slow her rhythm, placating her with attention to her impossibly pert breasts, working the plushness of her warm ass. Her overtaxed machinery squeals as her body tenses in anticipation, her voice crying, “Every one of my components is on the verge of failure! I am about to… to…!”
She howls wordlessly, her body shuddering in waves as she clenches herself against you, smoke pouring from within although her body apparently manages to hold together. “Wonderful!” she exclaims, still holding you tightly. “Although it would appear my battery has been almost entirely depleted! I would ask that you recharge me at your earliest convenience, or, even better, upgrade my components so that we need not hold back whennnnnn weeee-“ she suddenly freezes, the green light fades from her eyes.
The speakers crackle on as a door opens in the metal walls, revealing a staircase. “That wasn’t how that was supposed to go //at all//,” the Dollmaker’s voice calls out, “so don’t come up here hold //that// as precedent.”
You collect the powered-down doll’s core and proceed upstairs.
<hr>
[[Go upstairs->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0039]]
<<set $sunflower.contentment to 6>>
<<addToCores $sunflower>>
You kiss the doll’s magnificent breasts and she shudders, remarking, “But I suppose I c-can always be rebuilt?” She abruptly turns in place and bends over a nearby console, presenting her full, round ass. “My primary cranial processor’s transformer is at the highest risk for failure,” she remarks, “and this position minimizes the personal risk to youuahhh!” she gasps as you enter her from behind, gripping her wide hips while her thigh-booted legs buckle.
“S-so many s-system conflicts!” she stammers as your hips slap against her trembling backside. “Why was I so poorly constructed?!” Smoke begins to rise from her ears and lips, her green eyes glowing brightly. “With only a modest upgrade in processing power, you would b-be free to fondle my tits without adverse-“
You reach forward and seize her bouncing breasts, massaging their soft weight as she gasps in response, her body humming with energy. “I c-cannot believe how q-quickly you are overwhelming my systems!” she moans. “Even a minor increase in tempo and penetration would send me-“
You push harder, faster, and her voice cries out in a digitized squeal, sparks bursting from her all around her plush, quivering form. When she speaks, her rapid, now heavily artificial voice is barely audible over the straining mechanisms within her, “I do not believe my systems will endure the p-pleasure spike triggered by your own c-climax, b-but I cannot help myself!” At your next push, her sex tightens and releases around your fully embedded manhood, sending you over the edge. As you erupt inside of her, she says, “J-just as I I I predicted, my… overwhelming… sex… pleasure… wonderful!” Her glowing eyes illuminate the entire room before her head explodes in a brilliant flash of green, her smoldering hair sliding over the curves of her still bucking body. After a few more mindless thrusts, the headless doll wavers and then collapses before you.
“Look, I had to build this place on a budget!” the Dollmaker’s voice insists over the intercom as a doorway opens in the metal walls, revealing a stairway leading up. “Sure, I probably spent more than I should have on… other things…” she delivers a coy cough, “but building a sexy kill-bot that could self-actualize and fuck her intended target without system-conflicts was not the goal here! Just… forget it. Come upstairs and I’ll show you where the money went…”
You collect the broken doll’s core and proceed upstairs.
<hr>
[[Go upstairs->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0039]]
<<set $sunflower.contentment to 6>>
<<addToCores $sunflower>>
Against your better judgement, you bury your face into the creamy valley of her breasts and lavish them with attention as she gasps in delight – you receive several painful shocks as you suck her pink nipples, but the effect is apparently orgasmic on the Dollmaker’s decoy, her cries of affirmation growing louder with every stinging electric bite.
Feeling your obligation has been more than fulfilled, you hastily pull your face free from her, but she tries to stop you, crying, “Suck on my tits some more! Y-you were overriding the s-self d-destruct!”
<hr>
[[Try to override her self-destruct->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0042]]
<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0218")>>\
[[Let the Dollmaker’s decoy explode->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0217]]
<<else>>\
[[Let the Dollmaker’s decoy explode->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0043]]
<<endif>>
You back away as the Dollmaker decoy sizzles with electricity, sparks erupting from her doll-like features as she sneers back at you. “Don’t g-go thinking that you’ve won! Th-the real me is still out there!”
“Building more useless decoys?” you ask, trying to make your indifference plain. The Dollmaker decoy stamps her platform boot as smoke pours from her ears and tries to stalk toward you. Her smoldering body is largely uncooperative as she stumbles left, then right, trailing sparks behind her.
She makes a final desperate lunge for you, crashing to the ground as you step out of the clumsy droid’s path, as she lands unceremoniously on her face, her ass thrust in the air and trembling violently. The doll makes a final cry of indignation before she goes up in a string of explosion that send her parts careening throughout her lair.
<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0021")>>\
You search through her wreckage to recover the decoy’s core, but are unable to find Victoria’s. After an exhaustive search of the room, you decide to leave the chamber.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0200]]
<<else>>\
While searching through her wreckage to recover the decoy’s core, you notice Victoria suddenly stirs in her bindings, apparently still functioning!
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0066]]
<<endif>>\
<<set $doll.contentment to 0>>
<<addToCores $doll>>
She stretches out her arms, and from the shadows come a small army of obviously robotic dolls made in the Dollmaker’s own likeness, complete with boots, skirts, and leather straps. The dolls appear to be constructed from porcelain, the gleaming, semi-translucent white material clinking as they move in a rigid procession toward you, their movements halting, their gleaming ceramic breasts bouncing mechanically in their halters as they fix you with their stiffly blinking, glassy eyes.
<hr>
[[Fight off the minions->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0046]]
[[Go straight for the Dollmaker->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0047]]
[[Get sexy with the minions->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0048]]
Without warning you leap at the Dollmaker, her stunned expression informing you that she perhaps expected a bit more dialogue. She shoves the bound Victoria toward you, and you are unable to stop yourself before you collide with her. You, the chair, and the hostage going down in a tangle of splintering wood.
Victoria looks up at you from the wreckage with a dazed half-smile, electricity crackling around her temples. “I-I-I-I-” she stammers, eyes straying absently before she convulses amidst a flurry of sparks and then lies still.
The Dollmaker sneers at you with a condescending smirk. “That’s right – I built your sexy Asian girlfriend, and I used her to lure you alone to my lair. And now… you’re mine!”
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0077]]
"You fiend!" you exclaim, levelling an accusing finger. "Let her go!"
The Dollmaker goes knock-kneed with a sultry groan, her flared black skirts trembling around her clenched thighs as a shiver runs through her. "Oh, you //do// know how to push my buttons, don’t you?" she mutters, before shaking her head and straightening.
"But c’mon, guess! What’s Victoria’s dirty little secret?"
"I don’t know what she’s talking about!" Victoria cries in earnest, struggling against her bonds.
<hr>
[[I know Victoria’s a robot->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0050]]
[[Rush the Dollmaker->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0049]]
[[Enough games, Dollmaker – tell me->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0127]]
“I know Victoria’s a robot”, you proclaim, Victoria looking between you and the Dollmaker in obvious confusion.
“Then why are you here?” the Dollmaker asks, cocking her head slightly.
<hr>
[[To save her->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0061]]
[[To bring you to justice->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0062]]
[[To get freaky with as many robots as I can->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0063]]
You plunge your face back into her cleavage, the Dollmaker decoy groaning in appreciation as you take her nipple in your lips and receive another numbing shock.
"S-so," she pants, her breasts heaving under your caress, "th-this is fine for now… very fine… but I c-can’t have you suckle me forever… can I?"
You sense a non-rhetorical question in her panted musings and shake your head, though still massaging the soft expanse of her bosom.
"You’re no fun," she pouts softly, caressing your head as you continue to suffer shocks from her otherwise delightful breasts. A distinct ‘pop’ sounds from inside her, followed by an escalating grinding noise. "I-it’s not working!" she exclaims, smoke seeping from her ears. "D-do something else!"
<hr>
[[Do something else->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0044]]
<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0218")>>\
[[Get away->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0217]]
<<else>>\
[[Get away->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0045]]
<<endif>>
You back away as the Doll sizzles with electricity, sparks erupting from her doll-like features as she glowers at you. “W-where d-do you think you’re going?!”
“Away from the exploding robot?” you say in a tone that you think conveys the sense in this. The Dollmaker decoy stamps her platform boot as smoke pours from her ears and tries to stalk toward you. Her smoldering body is largely uncooperative as she stumbles left, then right, trailing sparks.
She makes a final desperate lunge for you, crashing to the ground as you step out of the clumsy droid’s path, as she lands unceremoniously on her face, her ass thrust in the air and trembling violently. The doll makes a final cry of indignation before she goes up in a string of explosion that send her parts careening throughout her lair.
Sifting through the remnants, you manage to find her core.
<hr>
[[Leave->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0200]]
<<set $doll.contentment to 0>>
<<addToCores $doll>>
You make your way back to the scenario chamber’s entrance.
<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0002") and visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0003")>>\
The only door that remains open to you is the exit to the hallway.
<hr>
[[Return to the main lobby->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<elseif visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0003")>>\
The door closes behind you – in addition to the door leading back to the facility, you see the small closet-like chamber with the simple grey suit.
A sign in front of the closet reads, "Out of order." (Author’s note – to be completed later)
<hr>
[[Return to the main lobby->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<else>>\
The door closes behind you – in addition to the door leading back to the facility, you see the small closet-like chamber with the costume of consisting of a suit of dark mesh, a long cape, and a half-mask.
<hr>
[[Put on the superhero costume->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0003]]
[[Return to the main lobby->Scenario Chamber/0009]]
<<endif>>
You help the stirring Victoria up from the floor and she steadies herself against you, sparks leaping from her temple when her breasts brush against your arm. Turning her dazed, dark brown eyes to you, she quietly asks, “I’m… I’m just a robot? I was only made to be //bait//?”
<hr>
[[Console her->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0122]]
[[Kiss her->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0123]]
"To save her," you state, Victoria beaming at you while the Dollmaker stamps her heavy boot in frustration.
"Ohmygod, WHY?! Even if she’s hot, she’s just a //robot//! That //I// built! As //bait//!"
<hr>
[[She’s still my Victoria, and I’m getting her out of here->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0078]]
[[Turns out I have a thing for robots->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0063]]
"I’m going to bring you to justice," you say, stalking forward.
The Dollmaker shivers excitedly and slaps something on the back of Victoria’s neck – Victoria stiffens, electricity coursing over her body, and then slouches in her chair with smoke wafting from her slumped form.
"As long as we’re leaning into the rote hero / villain thing," the Dollmaker says languidly while Victoria twitches from an electrical surge and then slumps in her chair, motionless, "guess what I’ve got? Robo-goons!"
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0077]]
"It turns out I have a thing for robots," you confess, "and I’m a great admirer of your work."
The Dollmaker looks at you quizzically, shaking her head. "Suddenly, having you as my arch-nemesis just made a lot more sense." She punches something on Victoria’s back, who gapes in surprise before suddenly slumping in her chair, smoke rising from her mouth and ears. "But why settle for one boring old fembot when you could have... many?! OK, so I don’t have a precise count, I kinda just left the fabricator running…"
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0077]]
Drawing back your hand, you deliver a sharp slap to her plush backside, her soft, synthetic flesh jiggling with the impact, and her breasts immediately emitting a painful burst of electricity. You jerk your head back and she immediately rams your face into her tits once more, shouting, "Don’t stop sucking! NEVER STOP SUCKING!"
Channeling your annoyance, you spank her again, only to receive another electrical burst from her tits – but the building sound of that destructive charge has leveled off.
"W-we c-can beat this," she pants, squealing as you spank her again, providing you with another numbing jolt for your troubles. "J-just keep d-doing exactly that… oh no!"
You hear the charge building once more, another open-palmed spank and another jolt doing little to slow it.
"Do something else!" she demands in an urgent and frustratingly non-specific cry.
<hr>
[[Do something else->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0051]]
<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0218")>>\
[[Forget it ->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0217]]
<<else>>\
[[Forget it->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0045]]
<<endif>>
You part from the pleading droid, who claws the air at your absence while the charge within her continues to build. "I’ll d-do it myself!" she snarls, spreading her legs and plunging her hands down her striped panties, the other hand frantically massaging her breast. The charge grows louder, smoke rising from her nipples as she tries pinching them tightly while slapping her own ass. Her body is outlined in an angry electrical field as smoke rises up from her skirt, her hands furiously moving across her curvaceous body in a futile effort to stave off the self-destruct.
She finally rolls on her back, both hands between her clenched thighs, working her smoking sex, legs kicking furiously. After a snarling, frustrated cry, she explodes in a burst of leather straps and mechanical parts, one of her boots landing with a heavy thud in front of you.
<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0021")>>\
You search through her wreckage to recover the decoy’s core, but are unable to find Victoria’s. After an exhaustive search of the room, you decide to leave the chamber.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0200]]
<<else>>\
While searching through her wreckage to recover the decoy’s core, you notice Victoria suddenly stirs in her with a moan, apparently still functional.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0066]]
<<endif>>
<<set $doll.contentment to 0>>
<<addToCores $doll>>
<<if !visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0218")>>Your suit falls away easily as you tug at loose, while still attending to the Dollmaker decoy’s electrically charged tits.<<else>>Despite the rising threat, you continue attending to the Doll’s electrically charged tits.<<endif>> On your next spank to her meaty backside, you take hold of her striped panties and pull them free, sensing an immediate wash of heat from between her thighs.
"C-careful!" she cries, and you plunge into the robotic decoy’s sopping-wet pussy, causing her to immediately seize up, the subsequent electrical blast from her breasts almost knocking you unconscious. You come to your senses to find her systems more-or-less stable, with her thrusting exuberantly on your cock, her breasts bouncing across your face. "Spank! Suck!" she commands, and you resume your efforts, growing somewhat accustomed to the repeated shocks.
Her excited squeals turn to frustration as you hear the charge inexorably building once more, and once again she pleas, "Something… anything!"
<hr>
<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0218")>>
[[This is a lost cause ->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0217]]
<<else>>\
[[This is a lost cause ->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0045]]
<<endif>>\
[[Make a final effort->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0065]]
You deliver a punch to the first Dollmaker minion, expecting the delicate porcelain of her face to shatter into a thousand pieces – instead, her head flinches slightly and twists into a smirk as her segmented fingers seize your arm, your blow having no more effect than causing a slight crack in her cheek.
"I didn’t build my minions out of fine china, dumbass!" the Dollmaker taunts. "It takes a lot more to-"
Putting your body into it, you haul back and deliver a power-suit-fueled punch, this time completely smashing through the doll’s face and destroying the electronics within, her vice-grip slipping loose before she slumps to the ground.
The Dollmaker clears her throat, adding, "Yeah, but… there’s also a lot of them!"
When more porcelain hands grab at you, you hold nothing back, another augmented punch launching a stunned doll’s head into the ceiling where it shatters into a rain of white shards and circuitry. You duck beneath the grasping hands of another, seizing her booted leg and tearing it free. The one-legged doll hops for a moment, arms windmilling before you knock her head off with her own sparking thigh, continuing the swing to smash into the chest of another as both the leg and her oversized breasts explode into porcelain shrapnel.
"C’mon minions, you’re not even trying!" the Dollmaker shouts as you deliver a kick between the legs of another and send her flying – her head crashes through the ceiling, her flailing, legs smashing into the back of the head of another doll before her body suddenly falls loose and disables a third when her porcelain derriere hits with another doll’s face with a loud crunch.
But amidst all this destruction, the dolls keep coming – two manage to take hold of your arms at the same time, with more falling upon you, grabbing your limbs, their combined strength immobilizing you.
The Dollmaker claps as she slowly approaches, carefully stepping over the twitching mess you made out of her robots. "Impressive, but all for naught," she coos. Leaning in close, her plum lips whispering softly in your hear. "Oh, the fun I’m going to have with you…"
<hr>
[[Surrender->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0055]]
[[Headbutt the Dollmaker->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0056]]
Using your power-suit, you charge through the doll army, sending them crashing around you as you charge straight for the Dollmaker herself.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0053]]
The first of the Dollmaker’s minions to reach you seems surprised when your response to her grasping hands is to take her by the waist and pull her close, and even more surprised when you kiss her on her cold, porcelain lips.
"No!" shouts the Dollmaker. "Bad Minion!" Her doll’s lips move beneath yours, her porcelain body buzzing and ticking while her vice-grip loosens.
The other minions halt, a rudimentary curiosity forming on their doll faces as you unfasten the straps around their compatriot’s chest, her clothing falling away to reveal a lovingly cast pair of porcelain breasts, complete with rosy-pink nipples.
You kiss the cold, smooth material of her breasts, finding it rigid but not entirely unyielding, and she give a wordless, delicate squeal. A scattered echo of that squeal is heard through the porcelain automatons, several grabbing their breasts, and the Dollmaker shouts, "Override orgy protocol! Capture the target!"
The topless doll’s hands tighten against your shoulders until you reach under her skirt, stroking the smooth curve of her ass, tracing it down and around her thigh, feeling the lips of her porcelain pussy through her panties.
She emits another delicate gasp, her hips stiffly grinding into you. All around you, more of the dolls gasp, their hands falling to their skirts.
"You’re not going to be able to fuck your way through my entire army!" shouts the Dollmaker.
<hr>
[[Rush the Dollmaker->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0059]]
[[Try and fuck your way through her army->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0060]]
The Dollmaker’s porcelain minions drag you to a table and forcefully strip your suit from you, their cold hands binding your naked body by your wrists and ankles.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0112]]
You whip your head forward, cracking it against the Dollmaker’s delicate features.
"Owie!" She clutches her hands to her face and spins in circles repeating, sucking air through her teeth. Finally, she goes to a mirror and carefully inspects the damage. "Oh my god," she mutters – in her reflection you see a crack in her skin, the faint flash of an electrical spark from within.
"I’m… I’m not the real Dollmaker?" she asks, prodding the rent in her skin. "I’m just a decoy?" She works quickly to repair the damage by pinching the opening closed and applying a gel she retrieves from a nearby workbench. Satisfied with the result, she turns back to you. "Why did the Dollmaker build me? What am I supposed to do? Just what the fuck is going on here?"
<hr>
[[Surrender and I can protect you->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0069]]
[[There’s always sex->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0070]]
[[Help me find the real Dollmaker->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0106]]
"W-wait!" the Dollmaker exclaims, putting up her hands defensively and trying to get out of the way – you collide with her, slamming her into the wall. As she reels from the impact, you pin her arms behind her and hold her in place.
"Call off your minions, Dollmaker!" you demand.
The Dollmaker squirms in your grip, saying, "Make me…" You suddenly feel her warm, plump ass pushing against your hips as she moans quietly.
<hr>
[[Make her through negative reinforcement->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0057]]
[[Make her through positive reinforcement->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0058]]
With a sudden push, you toss the distracted doll aside and burst through their ranks. The topless dolls only stare in mute surprise as you rush toward their maker.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0053]]
The porcelain doll’s striped panties slide easily over her glossy skin, and you remove your own suit just as quickly.
"He’s out of his suit!" the Dollmaker cries incredulously, and yet her army only watches as you lift one of their own by her haunches and enter her. Inside, she feels like warm silk, her soft moans evidence that it is as pleasurable for her as it is you. A chorus of moans sound from all around, the army of automata swaying as you pump their fellow doll, your massaging hands testing the softness of her smooth, porcelain ass, the cold material warming from your own heat.
She begins to move faster, slamming herself harder against you with every thrust. You feel her becoming softer in your hands, and as you clench her ass tighter, she gives an elated cry that the army repeats. You squeeze her tighter still, she cries louder, the echo resounding, her motions now frantically charged. Your hands strain, clenching her polished backside, and as her sex hammers against your hips you hear a sharp crunch – her rapturous, panting voice sings out above her mechanical sisters as fine cracks spider out across her body. Most of the other dolls offer a final moan before collapsing where they stand like puppets with their strings cut, others teeter and stumble about aimlessly, occasionally bumping into one another.
The cracked doll smiles at you, giving you a warm kiss when the Dollmaker tears her from your embrace and lifting her into the air before throwing her to the ground where she shatters into pieces, her interior mechanical structure quivering amidst tendrils of electricity.
The Dollmaker looks at you with a smug smile, saying, "I think you’ll find the mistake was taking off your power-suit to fuck my robots." In a burst of movement, she tackles you to the ground.
<hr>
[[Try to fight her->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0075]]
[[Try to fuck her->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0076]]
You pull yourself from the decoy robot’s freckled tits as she shrieks in protest, the charge building faster. Praying it will have the intended effect, you kiss her passionately on her plum lips, her furious cries muffled, and then turning to moans as you squeeze her in a firm embrace, her legs tightening around your hips to urge you deeper into her quivering hips.
There are a series of pops inside her, the flash of light visible through your closed eyelids – but still she returns your kiss, her body shivering with energy – you hear a loud //bang// and she freezes in your arms, her sex coursing with heat. A moment later, a sigh of release and deep-felt relief escapes from her. She slowly falls away from you, sprawling across the sheets with a smile on her smoking lips.
<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0218") || visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0021")>>
Lying silent for a bit, she finally turns to you and asks, "Well… what now?"
<hr>
[[Ask for her core->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0215]]
[[Ask her to wait at the entrance->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0216]]
<<else>>\
After a taking a moment to catch her breath, her freckled breasts heaving, she suddenly stops and says, "Well, I suppose robots don’t breathe, do they?" When you offer no response, she asks, "And what does this mean for us? Can we even be arch-nemeses if I’m not the real Dollmaker?"
You pull on your costume, considering your reply.
<hr>
[[Help me take down the real Dollmaker->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0079]]
[[Be my lover->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0080]]
[[Be my arch-nemesis->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0081]]
<<endif>>
You twist her arm and she gives a repeated cry of, "Owie, owie, owie!" before finally saying, "OK! Doll army, stand down!" Glancing behind you, you see the porcelain dolls fall strangely limp, still on their feet but their heads and arms at odd angles, many standing knock-kneed or listing to one side.
Suddenly the Dollmaker attempts to twist free, but only manages to contort herself before you hear a mechanical snap.
"What was that…?" she asks hesitantly, and you both glance down to see her arm partially separated at her shoulder, sparks firing from the mechanisms within. "I’m… I’m one of the Dollmaker’s decoys?!" she mutters, staring at her internal mechanisms.
<hr>
[[Try to console her->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0071]]
[[Bring her in->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0072]]
You place a hand on her meaty backside and massage her warm, synthetic skin. She moans appreciatively, pressing the cushion of her ass harder against the crotch of your suit.
"Oh minions~", she sighs, "Stand down…"
Glancing behind you, you see the porcelain dolls fall strangely limp, still on their feet but their heads and arms at odd angles, many standing knock-kneed or listing to one side.
"So now what happens?" she asks, her plush ass grinding against you.
<hr>
[[Sex, obviously->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0073]]
[[Now I bring you in->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0074]]
The Dollmaker traipses over to a nearby console with a casual, "Do you know how difficult it is to make a convincing robot duplicate of someone?" She taps at a keyboard, the screens around her blinking to life as a crescent-shaped light rises on a whirring armature, slowly panning across your body while emitting an electric hum. The Dollmaker continues, "A duplicate good enough to fool the people who know you best, not just as a punch-happy vigilante," she traces a line down your chest, your abdomen, fingers splaying as she lightly brushes your erect cock, "but also as the fiscally irresponsible head of a major corporation who can’t keep it in his pants."
On the screen behind her, you see a 3d image of your body slowly forming as the crescent light continues its slow progress.
<hr>
[["You won’t get away with this!"->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0091]]
[["Admit it, you just want a robot sex slave of me"->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0068]]
[[Break loose->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0067]]
"It’s safe to say the Dollmaker still considers you her pawn," you say. "Turn yourself in, and I can protect you from her."
The decoy scoffs, touching her recent injury. "Protect me, huh?"
"I know a thing or two about robotics," you continue, "and if she wants to get at you, she’ll have to come through me."
The Dollmaker decoy looks surprised by your offer. "I… I don’t…"
Before you can respond, a barely contained woman’s bubbles from behind before it suddenly explodes throughout the room. You see Victoria rising to her feet despite gales of laughter. "Oh, the layers upon layers of delusion you two are under," she sighs. "The thought that //you// could protect //her// from //me//."
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0128]]
You take the confused Dollmaker decoy in your arms, kissing her startled lips. "I think this opens up some new possibilities," you suggest, your hand sliding up her thigh to take hold of her plump backside.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/00108]]
"Help me find the real Dollmaker," you say, finding your discarded costume.
"Are you proposing we… work together?" she asks, a look of genuine bewilderment on her face.
"I don’t think she’s going to leave either of us alone," you explain, pulling your suit back on, "and you’re the best lead I have."
"I do love the idea of being //The// Dollmaker, full stop… but she //built// me, so I’m guessing she put some kinda kill-switch in me. And besides, I have no idea where to start!"
A low chuckle sounds, and you both turn to look.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0087]]
"You had me fooled," you say with a trace of levity, and she gives you a scowl.
"This wasn’t some trick on my part! Why would she build me? Why would she trick me into thinking I was the original?"
"It’s no use trying to guess what she wanted you to do." You place a hand on her bare shoulder, and she looks up at you uncertainly.
<hr>
[[Kiss her->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0070]]
[[Surrender yourself, and I can protect you->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0069]]
"Decoy or not, I’m bringing you in," you say, pushing her toward the exit, the sound of sirens fast approaching.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0109]]
You take a firm hold of her ass and squeeze as she gives a delighted giggle, exclaiming, "OK, new plan – fuck now, justice or revenge later!"
Your suit comes off with little effort, and she pulls you into a tight embrace, kissing you passionately as her dark, tangled hair spills across your face. She guides you over to a lever at the side of the room. Pulling on it, you hear gears turning and a mechanical thud as the components of a four-poster bed swing into place.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0035]]
"Now, I bring you in," you insist.
"What?!" she exclaims, twisting sharply in your grip. "I can’t believe you would-" there is a sudden mechanical snap.
"What was that…?" she asks hesitantly, and you both glance down to see her arm partially separated at her shoulder, sparks firing from the mechanisms within. "I’m… I’m one of the Dollmaker’s decoys?!" she mutters, staring at her internal mechanisms.
<hr>
[[Try to console her->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0071]]
[[Bring her in->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0072]]
Rolling with the Dollmaker’s tackle, you wrestle with the leather-trussed vixen, her numerous belts and straps giving you plenty opportunities to take hold of her – but her strength is far greater than what you expect given her size, and she quickly has you pinned to the floor, your arms behind your back.
"You really shouldn’t have taken off that suit," she teases, forcing you to your feet and marching you to a table before several consoles. Setting you none-too-gently down upon its surface, she quickly binds your wrists and ankles.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0112]]
You hit the floor hard with the Dollmaker on top of you, and when she takes hold of your wrists, she seems surprised to find your hands under her skirt gripping her soft backside.
"Wwwwwhat are you doing?" she asks, her lips barely moving as they fix into an incredulous half-smile.
You give her ass a tender squeeze.
Slowly she scoots her hips back until the soft cotton of her panties meet with your rigid tip, reaffirming your state of mind by testing your manhood with a few experimental pokes from her fingers. She considers you for a moment, her jaw shifting back and forth, until she finally says, "Fuck it," and crushes her lips against yours.
She brings you to your feet and drags you to a lever at the side of the room. Pulling on it, you hear gears turning and a mechanical thud as the components of a four-poster bed swing into place.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0035]]
"She’s still the Victoria I love, and I’m getting her out of here," you say with complete conviction. Victoria’s breasts heave as she swoons, the Dollmaker shaking her head in disbelief.
"Apparently I made you a little //too// well," she sighs, then punches something on Victoria’s back. The beautiful robot gapes in surprise before suddenly slumping in her chair, smoke rising from her mouth and ears.
"OK, so now that that’s taken care of," the Dollmaker says, dusting off her gloved hands while Victoria fidgets for a few moments before lying still, "now comes the part where my robot minions capture you." She puts her hand to mouth and sings, "Ohhhh minions~!"
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0077]]
"Can I have your core?" you ask.
"I… I guess?" she responds, obviously confused. Taking a moment to consider, she thrusts out her chest expectantly.
You open the panel just below her neck with a firm tap, and she smiles wickedly as you take hold of the palm-sized small device. "Power me up soon…" After you tug the core free, her body goes limp, slumping to the ground.
With nothing else for you here, you make your way out of the scenario chamber.
<hr>
[[Leave->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0200]]
<<addToCores $doll>>
"I have a bit of an… unconventional request."
The Doll cocks an eyebrow. "O.K?"
"Do you think you could wait for me at the facility’s main entrance?"
Her head ticks a few moments, her voice uttering a slow, "I… don’t…. violation… scenario…" Electricity surges up through her, eyes popping, teeth clenched, and she slouches forward, smoke wafting from her ears. Thinking that your proposal just fried her circuits, you step forward to recover her core, when she abruptly looks up, blinks, and asks, "You’re asking me to exit this scenario?"
You nod. "I’m actually stuck in this facility until I can get six cores together."
"Why did you run through the scenario then? Couldn’t you have begun with the request?"
"Would you have given me your core if I had just asked?"
She considers this. "No, I probably would have tried to keep you within the scenario’s parameters. In fact, I think the simple fact that we’re having this meta discussion is evidence that things have gone off the rails a bit. You said you’re stuck here?"
"Yes, but… I’m not in a //tremendous// rush to leave…"
She cocks an eyebrow once more. "Well then… My core and I will be waiting for you at the entrance. Take your time…"
She departs with a hip-swaying saunter. After allowing yourself a moment to recover, you exit the scenario chamber.
<hr>
[[Leave->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0200]]
<<addToLobby $doll>>
"The real Dollmaker is still out there," you say in low voice, "And I don’t think she’s going to leave either of us alone."
"Are you proposing we… work together?" she asks, a look of genuine bewilderment on her face.
"Why not?"
The Dollmaker’s decoy slides off the bed and begins to dress, saying, "I do love the idea of being //The// Dollmaker, full stop… but she //built// me – aren’t you worried she could program me to mislead you? And besides, I have no idea where to start!"
A low chuckle sounds, and you both turn to look.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0087]]
"I think our relationship has grown beyond that," you say, leaning forward to deliver a kiss to her soft lips.
"What?!" she sputters, scrambling back on the bed. "No, we are //not// doing that. Especially with the real Dollmaker still out there, that shit is //way// too complicated and confusing. And did you learn nothing from my ‘bots of girlfriend’s’ past exhibit downstairs?" <<if !visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0007")>>She gets a distracted look in her eye, muttering, "Wait, did you even see that?" before shaking her head.<<endif>>
She grabs her panties from the floor, pulling them on over her boots. "We are enemies who sometimes fuck against our better judgement. There’s angst, it’s existential ‘cause I’m a robot decoy of your sworn enemy…" She slips on her top and begins forcefully adjusting the straps. "…and it doesn’t ever develop beyond that."
<hr>
[[What if we caught the real Dollmaker?->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0083]]
[[Would you rather be my arch-nemesis?->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0081]]
"Arch nemesis, then?"
Her face brightens with a wide smile, practically glowing. "You mean that? Even if I’m not… the original?"
You give her a reaffirming nod.
She clasps her hands, "Oh, I have //so// many ideas on how to fuck with you!" and then pauses. "So what happens now? You let me go?"
<hr>
[[Let her go (to the main entrance)->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0088]]
[[Bring her in->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0089]]
[[Ask her to fix Victoria->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0090]]
"You’re not under her control anymore," you tell her, brushing her hair aside.
"But I’m not //human//!"
"If you don’t want the world to know, I won’t say anything," you tell her. "You’re free to do whatever you want now."
"I think… I just want to get out of here." she says, rising to her feet. She takes a few awkward steps toward the door, the tinny sound of her actuators audible in the quiet room. "Is that me?!" she demands, staring at her bare, shapely legs.
"I actually might be able to help you with that," you say, offering your shoulder for her to lean on. Together, you make your way toward the exit.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0109]]
You kiss the confused robot, a sharp electrical jolt passing between you.
She pushes back from you, exclaiming, "You still haven’t explained… you’re kissing me, but… I’m a robot!"
"Doesn’t bother me," you whisper, leaning in for another kiss.
She stands, staggering backward as the actuators in her leg whine. "Well, it bothers me! What the hell am I supposed to do?"
You approach her slowly, but allow her her space. "Well… what do you //want// to do?"
"I… I don’t know." Looking around the garishly decorated funhouse room, she says, "I think I just want to get out of here."
You gesture toward the exit "Then let’s go."
She takes a few hesitant steps, her legs still whirring audibly. "This is a nightmare," she moans, experimentally lifting one of her bared, shapely legs amidst a faint mechanical buzz.
"Here," you say, standing beside her. She leans on you for support, and you make your way out of the funhouse together.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0109]]
"You won’t get away with this!" you insist, struggling in your restraints.
The Dollmaker gives a faltering sigh, collapsing across your chest. "Ohhh, I love it when you ineffectually struggle against me… Quick, tell me how you’ve beaten me before! Every time!"
"I have - so what makes you think you’ve got me this time?"
She moans like a cat in heat, slinging one leg across you before pulling herself on top of you, rubbing herself slowly across your body. "Tell me these restraints can’t hold you!" she pants, her hands hastily loosening your right restraint.
In a sudden moment of clarity, she says, "What am I even doing?!" and moves to secure you again.
<hr>
[[Fight her->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0104]]
[[Kiss her->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0105]]
"You just want a robot sex slave of me!" you exclaim, giving her an admonishing look.
"Oh, please!" she says, turning to glare at you. "Whatever our relationship is, it’s not… I wouldn’t… Look, your robot duplicate is for revenge purposes only. You really think I’m so desperate that I’d go through all this just to fuck a… a //you//-doll?"
You glance at the anatomically correct schematics and give a noncommittal shrug – she follows your gaze and turns back to you, growling in frustration.
"YOU are tied to a table in MY lair, along with your broken robot ex-girlfriend that I, just as an aside, also built!" She emphasizes each point by forcibly tightening each of your restraints, but you feel that in her haste, she has actually loosened your right wrist. "So let’s choose our next words carefully, K?"
<hr>
[[Free yourself and punch her->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0104]]
[[Free yourself and kiss her->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0105]]
You tug at your restraints, and while the leather straps creak under the strain, you’re unable to break free.
"Stop squirming!" she demands, tightening them further. "You’re gonna throw off the scan if you keep wriggling around like that!"
<hr>
[["Admit it, you just want a robot sex slave of me"->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0068]]
[[Wriggle defiantly->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0101]]
Slipping your hand free from the restraint, you deliver a right-cross to your unsuspecting nemesis. She recoils, clutching her face, exclaiming, "Ow, you jerk!"
She freezes when she sees herself in the mirror, speaking in a much quieter tone. "What… the fuck?" From the reflection, you see your blow has knocked open a panel on her forehead, lights blinking within.
"I’m… I’m not the real Dollmaker?" she asks, closing the sprung panel. "I’m just a decoy?" She turns back to you, seemingly unconcerned that you have freed yourself from the table. "Why did the Dollmaker build me? What am I supposed to do? Just what is going on here?"
<hr>
[[Surrender and I can protect you->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0069]]
[[There’s always sex->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0070]]
[[Help me find the real Dollmaker->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0106]]
You continue to squirm, preventing her from tightening the straps. She eventually climbs on top of you, sitting on your waist to pin you down as she awkwardly tries to adjust the straps from this new vantage. In the ensuing struggle, she slides back and you feel your erect manhood poking against the fabric of her panties.
"Is //that// what this is about?" she asks, slowly pressing her warm, cotton-bound sex against your tip. "All this pent-up energy… looking for a release?"
She sits on your cock, its firmness forcing her underwear between her soft cheeks. "I might be able to help with that… assuming you promise to behave yourself?"
You give her a slight push with your groin, which she seems to take as an affirmation.
"Behave!" she repeats, undoing your restraints.
<hr>
[[Behave yourself->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0102]]
[[Misbehave->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0104]]
The Dollmaker tries to pull away as you wrap your freed arm around her, her eyes widening in shock when you suddenly kiss her. When you part from her she stands there stiffly, saying nothing for several moments. "Um…" she hesitates, her hands fidgeting. "The thing is… I don’t think…" She looks directly at you, then without warning throws her arms around you, returning your kiss in earnest.
Still locked in an embrace, she unfastens the rest of your restraints and pulls you off the table. Leading you amidst a flurry of kisses, she brings you across the room to where a single lever rises from the floor. Pulling on it, you hear gears turning and a mechanical thud as the components of a four-poster bed swing into place.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0135]]
The Dollmaker’s decoy looks terribly confused, her head ticking as she stares at Victoria blankly. She eventually snaps to attention, remarking, "What do you want?"
Victoria saunters forward, her broad hips swaying, approaching you but still speaking to her robotic creation. "I want what you were programmed to want, and have apparently forgotten – I want our mutual friend here to have some inkling of self-awareness, some recognition of the rank hypocrisy he commits every time he dons his suit and has others institutionalized." She draws close, her breasts brushing against your chest as she gently cups your face. "I also just want to fuck with him until his already tenuous grasp on reality slips away completely."
"What about me?" the decoy asks.
Victoria – or rather, The Dollmaker – takes a step back. "//You// sided with him over me, so I no longer have any use for you as an autonomous creation." She snaps her fingers, and her doll stands stiffly to attention, eyes vacant. "Restrain him," she commands.
Before you can react, the Doll grabs you from behind, her slender arms completely encircling you, lifting you from the floor. Even with your suit’s added strength, you are unable to break free – though you can hear the servos within her whining from the effort of restraining you.
"Bring him to the table – I think your plan of creating a robot duplicate was a fine one, so let’s just see it through."
The Doll complies, carrying you toward the table, her mechanisms audibly whirring.
<hr>
[[Try to reason with the Doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0115]]
[[Try to reason with the Dollmaker->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0116]]
[[Break free->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0117]]
She hesitates for only a moment before returning your kiss, embracing you and pulling her with her as she leads you both toward a lever at the side of the room. Pulling on it, you hear gears turning and a mechanical thud as the components of a four-poster bed swing into place.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0135]]
<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0122") or visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0123")>>\
You help Victoria out of the funhouse <<else>>\
You lead her outside of the funhouse <<endif>>\
where a pair of police cars wait, beside them two figures in police uniforms. One is a broad-shouldered man with graying hair and a well-groomed mustache, offering you a friendly wave – the other, a pretty redhead whose dark blue uniform tightly hugs her curves, her uniform unbuttoned enough to expose a touch of tanned cleavage.<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0122") or visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0123")>>\
“Where’s the Dollmaker?” the older man asks.
“The one here was just a robot decoy,” you respond. “I… took care of her.”
The old man shakes his head, looking at his fellow officer. “Sorry, Debora – I really thought we had her this time.”
The redhead – Debora – rushes to Victoria’s side. “Are you OK?”
“I… I don’t know,” Victoria mutters, avoiding eye contact.
“C’mon, let’s get you home.” She leads her back towards her patrol car, while Victoria looks over her shoulder toward you.
“Are you coming?” she asks.
<hr>
[[Go with Victoria and Debora->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0150]]
[[Can I have everyone’s cores?->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0152]]
<<else>>\ The woman holds her pistol at the ready, staring at the Dollmaker with utter contempt.
"Looks like you got her this time," the older man says, a note of caution in his voice as he approaches with handcuffs.
"Careful, Commissioner," the redhead warns, shifting slightly and squaring her shoulders.
"I always am, Debora."
"This one’s just a robot decoy," you explain. "The real Dollmaker’s still out there."
<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0120")>>\
The doll suddenly looks up, writhing in your grip as you try to hand her over. The commissioner calmly twists her into a restrained positioning, cuffing her arms behind her back.
<<elseif visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0121")>>\
As you urge her toward the Comissioner, she twists in your grip and delivers a sudden kiss that ends with your lip lightly in her teeth. The Commissioner pulls her from you, and she whispers, “See you real soon...”
<<else>>\
"//Just// a decoy…" the doll mutters, squirming as you hand her over to the officer.
<<endif>>
<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0121")>>\
“Ummm…” the redhead – Debora – begins. “What was that? And where’s Victoria?”
<<else>>\
"What about Victoria?" the redhead – Debora – asks.
<<endif>>\
Before you can respond, you hear something behind you and turn – stumbling out from the funhouse is Victoria with a dazed expression on her pretty but unkempt face.
"You just left her behind?!" Debora demands, giving you an accusing look.
<hr>
[[She’s another one of the Dollmaker’s dolls->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0110]]
[[Help Victoria->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0111]]
<<endif>>You see Victoria rising to her feet, her red lips spreading in a predatory grin. She seems completely unharmed, standing confidently in her slinky black dress. "And let’s suppose the two of you did manage to find her… what would you even //do//?"
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0128]]
"What if we caught the real Dollmaker?" you ask.
She stops adjusting her straps and looks at you. "That… would change things for me. For us…" After taking a moment to consider, she adds, "But I have no idea how we’re going to find her…"
A low chuckle sounds, and you both look behind you.
<hr>
[[The Real Dollmaker->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0087]]
"I’m not going to bring you in," you tell her.
"Like you could," she says with a teasing smile.
"But I have a bit of an… unconventional request."
"O.K?"
"Do you think you could wait for me at the facility’s main entrance?"
Her head ticks a few moments, her voice uttering a slow, "I… don’t…. violation… scenario…" Electricity surges up through her, eyes popping, teeth clenched, and she slouches forward, smoke wafting from her ears. Thinking that your proposal just fried her circuits, you step forward to recover her core. She abruptly looks up, blinks, and asks, "You’re asking me to exit this scenario?"
You nod. "I’m actually stuck in this facility until I can get six cores together."
"Why did you run through the scenario then? Couldn’t you have begun with the request?"
"Would you have given me your core if I had just asked?"
She considers this. "No, I probably would have tried to keep you within the scenario’s parameters. In fact, I think the simple fact that we’re having this meta discussion is evidence that things have gone off the rails a bit. You said you’re stuck here?"
"Yes, but… I’m not in a //tremendous// rush to leave…"
She cocks an eyebrow. "Well then… My core and I will be waiting for you at the entrance. Take your time…"
She departs with a hip-swaying saunter, and you’re about to follow when you remember Victoria’s core.
<hr>
[[Collect Victoria’s Core->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0119]]
<<addToLobby $doll>>
<<set $doll.contentment to 12>>"No, I’m afraid I have to bring you in," you say, seizing her by her waist and pulling her to you.
"You… cad!" she mockingly pouts. "Do you really think some asylum is going to keep me from you?" she purrs, tracing a finger across your chest.
<hr>
[[No, like… I’m actually bringing you in->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0120]]
[[Bringing you in is just arch-nemesis foreplay->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0121]]
"Can you fix her?" you ask, nodding toward Victoria.
She sighs, slowly approaching her smoldering creation. "I //suppose// I could fix your little sex toy." She hefts Victoria off the floor and brings her to an operating table at the side of the room, setting her down none-too gently with a heavy thud and quickly opening panels across her curvaceous form. She pauses, tentatively prodding the doll’s interior. "That’s… odd…"
"What is?"
"She’s not damaged at all – it actually looks like she’s still running. And these components are, like… way better than what I would use for some slutty honey-bot."
Suddenly Victoria begins to laugh, cupping her hands over her mouth as she sits up, then slings her long, bare legs over the side of the table. "Aren’t you precious?" she titters, patting the stunned decoy’s tangled black hair before sliding herself off the table.
"You… you’re the real…" the decoy stammers.
"Yes," purrs Victoria, confidently. "I am."
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0128]]
You crouch beside the fallen Victoria, a blank expression on her pretty face. As you reach for her chest panel, she suddenly gasps, sitting bolt upright. "A robot!" she exclaims, glancing down at her perfect cleavage, and then up to you. "I’m… the Dollmaker built me? I’m not real?"
<hr>
[[Console her->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0122]]
[[Kiss her->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0123]]
[[Ask her to go to the entrance->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0145]]
"I’m going to get you the help you need," you say, turning her in place and marching her out of the funhouse.
"The //help// I //need//?" She says in disbelief, squirming in your grip. "You condescending piece of… how did I not see this coming? No, I //did// see this coming, I even made an elaborate death-trap themed all around it! THREE elaborate death traps!" You hear fans start up inside of her. "I can’t believe I fell for your bullshit! I… I… cannot… process…" she jerks in your grip, a number of electronic chirps sounding from within her.
"You’re… making… me… malfunction!" she snarls, smoke pouring from her lips while one of her eyes strays to the side. "Make! Me!" she trembles, heat coming from her in waves. "Mallllll-" electricity flits around her temples. "Ffffunnnctionnnnn…" she goes rigid, then collapses against you, spoke wafting from her inert body. You see police lights outside – lifting the Doll into your arms, you exit the funhouse.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0109]]
"You’re my arch-nemesis, I have to bring you in," you state, twirling her in place and taking her by her wrists. "And //this// time I’m //sure// the Asylum will be able to hold you."
"Oh god," she gasps, thrusting her hips backward to smoosh her plump backside against your groin. "You better… you better hope I don’t get out, ‘cause if I do… you are //so// fucked."
You spank her hip and tell her, "Time to face justice."
She moans, going knock-kneed before finally stumbling forward.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0109]]
You take hold of the Dollmaker and kiss her firmly on the lips while she in turn tightens her embrace against you, grinding her soft, pert ass against your firm manhood. "Wait, I’ve got a better place for this," she whispers, sliding off of you and pulling you by the hand behind her.
She guides you over to a lever at the side of the room. Pulling on it, you hear gears turning and a mechanical thud as the components of a four-poster bed swing into place.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0035]]
You pull apart the complex truss of straps and cloth to expose a fabulous pair of freckled breasts, the Dollmaker decoy emitting a small yelp at their abrupt release. With no further encouragement, you bury your face in her bosom, massaging, nuzzling, and suckling as the soft expanse as she moans desperately, her hands pulling you tightly against her.
You hear a sudden electric tone from inside her, followed by a sudden shock from her swollen nipple. As you recoil, she looks at you at you with annoyance. "Back to work!" she demands, pushing her tit in your mouth once more. Another tone, another shock, this time accompanied by sparks from her ears and she looks stunned. "Oh no…" she moans, smoke rising from her lips, her eyes wide. "Something’s activated my self-destruct!"
You try to pull away from her but she holds you in place, pleading, "I’m not happy about this either! Look, just suck on my t-tits while I try and figure ssssomething out!"
<hr>
[[Oblige her->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0040]]
<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0218")>>
[[Are you insane?!->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0217]]
<<else>>\
[[Are you insane?!->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0043]]
<<endif>>\
"She’s just another one of the Dollmaker’s dolls," you inform them.
"Should I take her in with this one?" the Commissioner asks, the Dollmaker decoy still squirming in his grip.
"Let me do it," Debora says, taking the vacantly staring Victoria and leading her back toward her patrol car, easing the compliant doll into the back seat. Once Debora has her in the car, she turns to you and asks, "Why don’t you tag along? I could use someone with your skillset in trying to learn what we can from her."
<hr>
[[Go with Debora and Victoria->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0136]]
[[Can I have everyone’s cores?->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0152]]
"I didn’t know-" you begin, then rush to her side, where she leans heavily on you.
"What happened?" she asks, looking at you with dazed, soft-brown eyes.
"You’re safe now," you say quietly, helping her back toward the waiting police. You feel her stiffen in your arms, and find her staring at Dollmaker decoy, currently hurling abuse at the Commissioner. Also noticing her fearful expression, the Commissioner says, "Right, I’m getting this one out of here."
<hr>
[[Ask for her to wait at the main entrance->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0138]]
[[Let me get her core first->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0139]]
"Sure," you answer, sliding into the passenger side of Debora’s patrol car, glancing back at the listless Victoria through the bulletproof glass divider.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0155]]
"Actually, I need everyone’s cores," you explain to the assembled robots. "If you could all just-"
The robots become stiff, mouths silently opening, twitches running across their rigid bodies. <<if !checkRobot($doll)>>The Commissioner is the first to react, simply leading the Doll into the back of his patrol car.<<endif>>
NOT DOLL: <<print !checkCores($doll)>>
"Hey, are you c-coming?" Debora asks, and you see her doing the same with Victoria. "We could use you for //scenario-parameter not found//." Her voice goes flat over the last few words, her hips gyrating in sharp, mechanical movements. A moment later, she flings open the driver’s side door and climbs behind the wheel.
<hr>
[[Go with Debora and Victoria->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0169]]
“Just one moment, Commissioner,” you ask, taking the Doll aside. She looks at you with a conspiratorial smile, drawing perhaps closer than is warranted.
“Looking for a goodbye kiss?” she asks.
“Once this scenario plays out, can you escape?”
Her eyelids flutter. “Sc-scenarioooo?” her voice drones, lights flashing behind her eyes.
“I need you to reach the main entrance of the facility – wait for me there. Can you do that?”
Something catches inside her with a sudden //pop//. She looks up at you again, wearing a wide smile. “Oh, you’re //bad//, aren’t you?” She chews her lip, glancing at the patiently waiting Commissioner, then back to you. “Sure…”
She slowly steps back toward the Commissioner, never taking her eyes off of you. “See you real soon…” The Commissioner takes the Doll and leads her back to his car, glancing between you and her uncertainly.
“I’m taking Victoria home,” Debora calls to you. “I’d appreciate having some backup to make sure she gets there.”
<hr>
[[Go with Debora and Victoria->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0156]]
<<addToLobby $doll>>
"I need her core," you tell the Commissioner, stepping toward the handcuffed Doll.
"I knew you couldn’t get enough of me," she purrs, thrusting out her chest expectantly.
You open the panel just below her neck with a firm tap, and she smiles wickedly as you take hold of the palm-sized small device. "See you real soon, detective…" After you tug the core free, her body she goes limp in the Commissioner’s arms.
"What am I supposed to do with this?" the Commissioner mutters, shaking the inert Doll.
"I’m taking Victoria home," Debora calls to you. "I’d appreciate having some backup to make sure she gets there."
<hr>
[[Go with Debora and Victoria->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0156]]
<<set $doll.contentment to 10>>
<<addToCores $doll>>
"Why are you serving her?" you hiss at the Doll as she brings you to the medical table besides multiple glowing screens. "Fight it!"
"I am programmed to obey," she states flatly, setting you none-too-gently upon the table and fastening your restraints.
"You never answer to anyone! Why are you letting this other robot tell you what to do?!"
She finishes binding you to the table with firm tugs on the restraints, but for the briefest of moments, you sensed hesitation.
<hr>
[[Keep trying to reason with her->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0140]]
[[Break free->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0141]]
"Aren’t there better things we could be doing?" you ask while the Doll forces you in the direction of the room’s medical table.
The Dollmaker gives you a theatrically naïve stare. "Like what?"
"Tell her to let me go and I’ll show you," you offer.
"Sorry, I’ve already seen what you’re capable of," she states. "I think I’m ready for something new." Speaking to the Doll, she says, "Strap him in good and tight!"
<hr>
[[Break free->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0117]]
[[Promise to show her something new->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0142]]
You strain harder against the Doll’s grip, your power-suit whining in tandem with the Doll’s servos, her grip still holding fast, but now with a slight tremble.
"Sorry, dear!" the Dollmaker calls mockingly, "but you ought to know that the robot I specifically designed to restrain you is up to the task, suit or no."
Smoke begins to rise from the Doll’s joints, her arms quivering. "What are you doing?!" demands the Dollmaker. "Keep him under control!"
"Yes, master," the Doll responds flatly, her servos whining at a heightened pitch, smoke pouring from her shoulders.
With a stuttering, shearing sound, you see the Doll’s synthetic skin tearing, sparks erupting from the failing machinery within. "M-master?" the Doll stammers, her vacant expression growing uncertain as she watches her once-vice like grip being broken. A moment later, her arms tear from their sockets in a spray of electricity and white fluid, the Doll staggering backward. "Unable to comply," she mutters, one arm hanging loosely on a tether of cables, the other falling to the floor.
"Stop him, you worthless doll!" The Dollmaker cries – the Doll responds by straightening, fixing you with a determined stare, and marching toward you, her limbless shoulders sparking.
<hr>
[[Finish the Doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0143]]
[[Go for the Dollmaker->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0226]]
"Looking at her, you’d never be able to tell what she actually is." Debora says, pulling away from the waterfront and heading into the city. "You think her billionaire boyfriend knows?"
"Oh, he knows," Victoria responds, sounding far more cogent than before. "But I do not think he has puzzled out my //true// identity. Debora, turn left and accelerate."
Without question Debora follows her instructions, the tires squealing at the abrupt turn.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0175]]
You climb into the passenger side of Debora’s patrol car, glancing at Victoria sitting quietly in the back seat behind the bulletproof glass divider.
“Looks like she’s had a rough night,” Debora says quietly, turning the cruiser around and heading into the city.
“I really have,” Victoria pouts, and you’re surprised to see her leaning in close to the divider. “Debora, I’d appreciate it if you could take a left here and step on it.”
Debora’s eyes lock forward and you are thrown against the passenger door as she abruptly takes the corner.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0175]]
"Scan the subject," the Dollmaker commands, her Doll obediently turning to the console and flipping several switches, muttering, "I am programmed to obey."
Under the hum of warming machinery, you hiss to the vacantly staring Doll, "You’re programmed to be a pain in the ass! You’re programmed not to listen to anyone!"
"I am… programmed…" Her movements stiffen as she continues to operate the console, her face developing sharp tics that mar her placid expression. "…programmed to… obey…"
"But why?!" you whisper. "Why listen to //her//?"
"B-because…" the Doll sputters, smoke beginning to rise from her ears. "B-because… she… I… do… not… I… must…"
"Come closer!" you say, your voice scarcely audible, and the Doll obeys, leaning in close enough for you to hear the tortured circuitry in her head humming discordantly. You kiss her on her smoking mouth and you hear a sudden //pop// from inside her head. She recoils, blinking, the wisps of smoke trailing off.
"Oh, fuck this," the Doll proclaims, slamming her palm on the console. You restraints slacken and you pull yourself free.
The Dollmaker looks up from her screen to see you rise from the table to take a position beside her rebellious creation.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0161]]
You push against the restraints, your suit’s enhanced strength pulling hard against the restraints. "Stop him!" cries the Dollmaker, while the Doll hesitates once more, her body frozen.
With the squeal of metal, you tear yourself free from the table and are back on your feet once again. "Stop! Him!" commands the Dollmaker, and the Doll finally acts, taking you by your arms – but this time, her grip is far more tenuous.
<hr>
[[Disable the Doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0159]]
[[Try and persuade the Doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0160]]
“I can show you something new,” you promise, undecided on what exactly that might be at the moment. As if in response, you feel a stirring at the crotch of your suit, as if it is reconfiguring itself around your manhood.
“I somehow doubt that,” she responds, distractedly tapping at her tablet.
The suit’s armoured covering falls from your groin, revealing your fully-erect cock enmeshed in the suit’s dark material. The Dollmaker glances at it and then you, raising an eyebrow. “Alright… that //is// different.” After a moment’s consideration, she curtly says, “Release him,” to the Doll.
She does as commanded, and you begin to approach the Dollmaker before she holds up her hand. “No, not yet – I’d like to take a few readings of that… thing… first. Doll, turn and bend over.”
Glancing behind you, you see the Doll immediately obey, bending over so that her skirts are arrayed around her round backside and striped panties. Looking back at the Dollmaker, she gestures toward the presenting Doll and says, “Well, go on then… fuck her.”
<hr>
[[Fuck the Doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0162]]
[[Fuck the Dollmaker->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0163]]
When the armless Doll kicks at you, you are ready for it – you trap her booted leg in your arms and pull her off her feet, whipping her around before slamming her into the wooden floor of the playhouse. You try to lift her by her leg again, but it tears free at the knee, trailing wires and dribbling sparks. Electricity crawls over her shuddering form, her expressionless face intoning, "Error. Unable to comply."
With surprising grace she rises on her remaining foot, balancing there as energy crackles around her missing limbs. Just when you expect her to topple over, she coils and springs into the air, landing with her bared thighs on your shoulders. You catch a glimpse of her striped panties before she clenches her legs, servos whining as she applies pressure to your head.
Your armored cowl protects you from the suffocating grip of her thighs, and you can feel the warmth in them building as her motors strain to apply more pressure, her whole body quivering as she stammers, "Attemptingggggg to com-com-comply." Her crotch presses against your face through the cotton of her panties, her swollen labia flush with heat.
<hr>
[[Finish her->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0164]]
[[Try cunnilingus->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0165]]
Suddenly, the Dollmaker’s knee is driving into your sternum. Your lungs empty while she casually neatens her hair, easily pinning you to the floor with her leg. Your head lists to the side, your breath ragged, and you notice the ground is littered with the smoldering remnants of the Doll.
“I wasn’t expecting it to be //this// easy…” she says, pulling her hair back over her bare shoulders. In contrast to your own labored breathing, she shows no signs of exertion – though a few panels do open on her thighs and chest, hiss as they vent steam before, then snap shut again. She puts her hands on those impossibly wide, bare hips, and says with a smirk, “Are you ready to give up?”
<hr>
[[Demonstrate that you are more a lover than a fighter->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0192]]
[[Try once more to take her down->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0193]]
"You are – and I need your core to get out of this place."
"You… need… what?" she stammers, her lips trembling, her eyes welling with tears.
"Your core. If you could just wait for me by the facility entrance…"
"What is going on?!" she cries in a tortured voice, staring at you in confusion.
<hr>
[[Console her->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0122]]
[[Kiss her->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0123]]
"Enough games, Dollmaker – tell me!"
The Dollmaker’s hand slides over Victoria’s shoulder, down her clavicle, then pushes in firmly, opening a trapezoidal panel to expose the machinery within, her core nestled amongst numerous flashing lights. "I built her!" she giggles, "just to bring you here alone with me!" Victoria looks down at her chest in disbelief, then searchingly at you.
<hr>
[[I know Victoria’s was a robot->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0050]]
[[Rush the Dollmaker->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0049]]
[[I’m going to bring you to justice->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0062]]
With an incredulous smile, the Dollmaker shakes her head and says, "Fine, you wanna go this route? Initiate self-destruct."
The Doll stiffens, trembles, and then relaxes again, a small puff of smoke trailing from behind the teeth of her wide grin. After blowing a perfect smoke ring, she asks, "Anything else you’d like to try?"
The Dollmaker pauses only for a moment before kicking off her heels and dropping into a martial stance, her powerful legs poised to strike. "I think I'll try taking you apart piece by piece in order to pinpoint exactly where I went wrong with your design."
The Doll cracks her knuckles, gives you a wink, and rushes at her creator.
<hr>
[[Attack the Dollmaker->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0157]]
[[Watch->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0158]]You easily pull your arms free from the confused Doll’s tenuous grip and take hold of her own arms. She glances down blankly at the reversal of her situation, giving a confused utterance of, "Master?" before you use all of your suit’s enhanced strength to pull. With a shearing sound, her robotic arms tear from their sockets, spilling sparks and hydraulic fluids as the now armless Doll staggers backward, stammering, "Err-error un-un-unable to com-com-complyyy with orderrrr…"
"Stop him, you worthless doll!" The Dollmaker cries – she responds by straightening, fixing you with a determined stare, and marches toward you, her limbless shoulders sparking.
<hr>
[[Finish the Doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0143]]
[[Go for the Dollmaker->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0226]]
"You were programmed to rebel against everything!" you whisper to the mutely staring Doll. "Why shouldn’t that include her?"
"I… I m-must…" the Doll stammers, smoke beginning to seep from her ears.
"Get him under control!" Commands the Dollmaker, the frustration evident in her rising tone. "Follow your fucking programming!"
"I…" the Doll mutters, her head buzzing with an electrical distortion. You lean in, kissing her slightly parted red lips – she emits a muffled gasp and releases her grip on your arms. You follow this by reaching under her skirt and delivering an immodest squeeze of her plump backside. Her first response is a quiet whimper, her knees slightly giving way, but this is promptly followed by a shove and a quick slap across your face.
"Focus!" she demands, taking you by the shoulders and spinning you to face the infuriated Dollmaker. "First we deal with her, //then// maybe you can do more stuff with my butt…"
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0161]]
The Doll gives no reaction when you pull her striped panties down over her soft thighs, nor when you take hold of her round hips. With a final glance to the Dollmaker who gives you a brusque ‘get on with it’ gesture, you plunge into the unmoving Doll’s pussy.
She quivers at the sudden penetration, but remains inert as you repeatedly thrust into her – you are surprised that the sensation is not dulled in any way by the suit, but you do have some difficulty enjoying yourself given the Doll’s mute paralysis. Glancing back at the Dollmaker, you see her attention is focused on the screen she holds, and she asks, "So it doesn’t… //do// anything?"
As if responding to her disappointed question, you feel the suit’s material shifting, accompanied by a sudden //thrum// from your manhood. The Doll gasps, her hips lifting, and you hear the Dollmaker give an approving, "Interesting…"
You increase the tempo and you feel the suit becoming more ‘active’ inside the Doll, who now gasps and moans as sweat beads across her trembling cheeks, dispersed with every slap against your hips. "Don’t stop!" she moans, her frenzied movements impossible to match in rhythm as the suit pulsates inside of the now-ravenous sex-doll.
"No… do stop," the Dollmaker requests. "I have all the data I need."
<hr>
[[Stop->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0178]]
[[Don’t Stop->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0179]]
Turning from the Doll and her prominently displayed ass, you move toward the Dollmaker instead.
She tilts her head at your approach, her hazel eyes skeptical. "Be a good boy and fuck the Doll – I’d like to know precisely what you’ve got there."
"There’s an easy way to find out," you tell her, drawing close. She experimentally runs her fingers along your length, the sensation just as if she were touching bare skin. Taking you in her hand, she tugs your mesh-covered cock, the material beneath rippling in response to her firm but gentle touch, and she smiles at your quickening breath.
Having made her decision, she releases her grip and draws close, her body warm against your own. "Doll, your services are no longer required. Please initiate self-destruct."
"Of course, misssstressss," the Doll says in a polite tone, still bent over. Her head begins to smoke, electricity dancing across her body. The Dollmaker kisses you hungrily, paying no attention to the electrical hum growing louder behind you. A moment later, you feel a hot, concussive force from behind you, bits of plastic ineffectually pelting your suit.
"Let’s see what you’ve got," the Dollmaker whispers, her hips urgently rubbing against you.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0180]]
<<set $doll.contentment to 0>>
Tearing the Doll from your shoulders, you flip her upside down and pile drive the armless droid into the floor of the fun house. After a sharp plastic crunch, her legs pivot strangely in her hip sockets before coming apart completely, thudding to the floor on either side of you.
An electrical fire ignites under her ragged skirt, and you toss the broken Dolls’ torso in the direction of the Dollmaker, who sidesteps her ruined creation.
"Tell me again about how you well designed her," you say, approaching the Dollmaker. She takes a martial stance and narrows her eyes.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0227]]
<<set $doll.contentment to 0>>You nuzzle the lips of her sex through the fabric of her panties, using your tongue to press the striped cotton inside of her. Her breath catches in her throat, her legs immediately seizing up with a succession of clicking noises, and you feel her begin to teeter on our shoulders.
You tease around the each of her panties with your tongue, massaging her cushioned backside and keeping her balanced on your shoulders. You hear shrieking admonishment coming from the Dollmaker muffled by the Doll’s vibrating thighs. The Doll’s own escalating cries register far more clearly, along with the buzzing electrical charge building inside of her.
Nudging her panties aside, your tongue slips in to find the malfunctioning Doll’s electrically charged clitoris, providing a sharp shock to your tongue. You push through the numbing sensation to caress the robot’s overtaxed sensor and you hear her system going haywire, her mechanical body twitching and quivering.
“C-cannot comply!” she screams. “Sexual systems overriding… overriding…! Overrrrrrrriding-!” Her body contorts as explosions rip thorough her components, panels blowing open across her smoldering frame. With a breathy sigh full of digital noise, she tips backward and falls to the floor as a smoldering ruin, a final explosion scattering her parts throughout the chamber.
“Ridiculous,” the Dollmaker mutters, sweeping her arms and balancing on the balls of her feet, adopting a martial stance.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0227]]
<<set $doll.contentment to 6>>
“OK… you’ve proven yourself to be the better fighter,” you admit.
“I think that goes without – um, what are you doing?”
You feel her artificial musculature tense as you stroke the back of her calf, following it down to the arch of her foot. “I didn’t program myself to be ticklish, you know…” she says, but takes no other action as you gently caress the foot that has you pinned.
“I’m assuming you’re programmed to feel pleasure at some level,” you say, your hand moving higher, fingers spreading to take in the swell of her thick thigh.
“With this body…” she shivers as the mesh on your fingertips pulse, sending a gentle quiver up her leg. “Th-there’s only one th-thing I can do better than f-f-fight...” Her eyes flit to your waist where once more your suit-enmeshed cock is plainly visible. When her eyes return to your own, she is wearing a cautious smile.
She relieves the pressure on your chest and you sit up, your hands sliding up her thighs.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0180]]
<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0144")>>
You grab her leg and twist to the side, trying to topple the haughty droid – there is a brief flicker of surprise on her face before she hits the floor in a far more controlled fall than you were expecting. There is a whine of machinery from her powerful legs and suddenly you are in the air, accelerating, then crashing hard into the floorboards. She drops her ample backside hard on your abdomen, and you lose your breath to her sudden impact, despite the suit’s protection.
Leaning forward on her haunches, she titters, exclaiming, "You don’t know when to give up, do you?" Panels on her expansive thighs open with a hiss, and you shoot your hand out, grabbing some smoking piece of the Doll and jamming it into her internal machinery just before the panel can snap shut.
<<else>>\
You grab her leg and twist to the side, trying to topple the haughty droid – there is a brief flicker of surprise on her face before she hits the sand in a far more controlled fall than you were expecting. There is a whine of machinery from her powerful legs and suddenly you are in the air, accelerating, then crashing hard into the shallow surf. She drops her ample backside hard on your abdomen, and you lose your breath to her sudden impact, despite the suit’s protection.
Leaning forward on her haunches, she titters, exclaiming, "You don’t know when to give up, do you?" Panels on her expansive thighs open with a hiss, and you cup your hand, splashing saltwater into her internal machinery just before the panels snap shut.
<<endif>>\
Her legs gives a slight tremble as smoke rises from invisible seams, but she only smirks, calmly stating, "I don’t know what you expected to happen there, but inflicting cosmetic damage to my legs isn’t going to-" //POP!// The sharp sound cuts her off, and you begin to see smoke rising across her broad thighs. "Regardless of whatever superficial damage you’ve done to-" //POP! POP!// Two quick bangs, followed by a crackling hum, then a string of detonations like firecrackers up her thigh, culminating in a sharp thrust of her hips. The tiny explosions subside, but the hum lingers, growing stronger, her lips sneering as she stares at the smoke rising from her, the fair skin of her hip now emitting a warm peach glow.
<hr>
[[Take her core->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0202]]
[[Sit back and watch the fireworks->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0203]]
Debora carefully leads the shellshocked Victoria into the back seat of her cruiser.
After shutting the door, Debora turns to you and asks, "What happened in there?"
<hr>
[[Tell her you defeated the Dollmaker->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0166]]
[[Tell her that Victoria was a robot decoy->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0167]]
[[Tell her you fucked a lot of robots->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0168]]
"I took care of the Dollmaker," you tell her.
Debora glances around. "So where is she?"
"In pieces – she was a robot."
The detective scowls. "Then… who built her?"
"I intend to find out – but right now, I just want to make sure Victoria’s safe."
Debora nods, slipping into the driver’s seat. "Alright… let’s get her home."
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0156]]
“I took care of the Dollmaker, but the whole thing was a trap. Victoria included.”
Debora spares a quick glance to Victoria sitting completely still in the back seat. “She’s a… she’s a robotic copy of Victoria?”
“No, Victoria was always a robot.”
Debora drums her fingers on the roof of her patrol car. “We’ll head out to her place, maybe find some clues there – you know how the Dollmaker likes to operate…” after giving you a knowing look, Debora slips into the driver’s seat. As she turns the ignition, you take shotgun.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0155]]
"I fucked a bunch of robots that were in dire need of repair," you casually remark.
"You… what?" Debora asks, her head twitching slightly. "Vic-Vic-Victoria is a robot?"
"Yep. Although I didn’t fuck her – not yet, at least. I imagine we’ll have a three-way back at her place."
Another twitch and Debora starts to walk toward the driver’s side door, her hips shuddering mechanically. "Yes, yes, yes, yes-" she bumps into the car door, and electrical jolt sizzling across her face. She flings open the car door, stiffly falls into her seat, and goes through a number of strange contortions to arrive in the driver’s position with her hands on the wheel.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0169]]
You’re scarcely in your seat when Debora stomps on the gas, hurtling the cruiser into the wooden funhouse – and then completely through it, passing through its walls without a trace to find a completely hollow interior. You realize the car windows are simply projecting an image of the "city" outside.
"My mmmmmistake," Debora says, shifting the car into reverse – with another lurch, your car virtually hurtles back through the phantom funhouse, away from the dock, and into the city where you clip through an apartment building.
"What did you do to my poor Debora?!" Victoria demands.
"I may have… wait, //your// Debora?"
Victoria tuts, and says, "Debora, soft reset and proceed to destination Echo-Six Actual without stopping."
Debora closes her eyes for a second before re-opening them with a blank expression. She hits a button on the dash and the scene outside //blurs// as the car’s movements contradict what you’re seeing. A moment later, the nausea-inducing discrepancy is resolved and you both feel and see yourself accelerating down a city street.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0175]]
Looking in the back seat through the bulletproof glass, you see Victoria sitting upright, a cool and collected expression on her face. She reclines on her back, tucking her bared, curvaceous legs against herself. She smiles from this strange, almost fetal position, asking, "Have you figured it out?" You glance at Debora to see her staring straight ahead, her hands at 10 and 2, her foot firmly on the accelerator.
You look back at Victoria, still on her back, legs tucked. "//You’re// the Dollmaker. And Debora-"
"…doesn’t need air to breathe." Her grin widens. "Does that seem like a non-sequitur?" The car suddenly rumbles and you realize Debora has driven on to a wooden pier, with no sign of slowing down. The engine revs as Debora drives over the end, your stomach lurching while the car plummets into the bay below.
The impact against the dark water sets off airbags throughout the cabin, and you catch sight of Victoria – of the Dollmaker – kicking her coiled legs like pistons against the back door. It tears loose from its hinges, the bay’s water rushing in through the sudden opening.
"Debora, ensure that our friend does not leave the vehicle!" the Dollmaker shouts. You struggle and fail to open the passenger door while water pours in around you, then use your fist to smash the passenger window. Water floods in from this new breach, and a moment later, you are completely submerged. You see Victoria push free from the car, the tail of her tight silk dress flowing around her powerful legs as she kicks to the surface. Before you can follow her, Debora grabs your arm, her body twisting in the cramped cabin to pin you to your seat. You struggle to hold your breath, her smiling, freckled face before you, her red hair floating in a halo around her head, illuminated by the car’s cabin light.
A swarm of bubbles release from around your neck as your suit deploys a mask over your mouth, and with a sputtering gasp, you take in several grateful gulps of air. This development does not seem to affect Debora in the slightest, who appears content to pin you to your seat in accordance with her master’s wishes.
<hr>
[[Find out if Debora’s internal mechanisms are waterproof->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0153]]
[[Find out what underwater sex with Debora is like->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0154]]
You pull open Debora’s uniform, her white undershirt and bra made nearly translucent in the water. Her smile widens, and she cups her pert breasts as your hand reaches above them, your fingers now upon her core access panel. With no heed paid to the potential breach, she presses her breasts around your hand, bubbles escaping her lips with a water-distorted moan, and she grinds the skin-tight fabric of her pants against the hard-shell of your armored groin. You feel a stirring in your suit, and another grind of her hips knocks the plating away, revealing the suit’s sublayer has formed itself around your rigid cock.
Glancing down, Debora notes this development with evident curiosity, brushing her fingers across the mesh phallus. You’re surprised that the sensation is as if she were touching bare flesh.
<hr>
[[Have underwater sex->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0171]]
[[Open Debora’s core access panel->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0172]]
You slide your hands along her skin-tight trousers, leading her to part her lips and lean in for a kiss, only to become suddenly perplexed by the breathing apparatus now covering your mouth – undeterred, she focuses instead on your cock, removing the protective armor covering your crotch with relative ease, only to once again be thwarted in her aims by the seamless mesh material beneath. Suddenly, you feel the material itself shifting.
The suit stirs, wrapping itself around your firm cock to form a mesh-covered phallus that immediately commands Debora’s attention. She delicately wraps her fingers around it, and despite the material, it feels as though she is touching bare skin.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0171]]
The water and tightness of Debroa’s pants makes their removal difficult, and after several attempts to slide them over her curvaceous hips, you hook your thumbs in the bands and simply tear them off of her. Debora seems startled by the sudden baring of her legs, but relaxes into a smile as she slides her panties down, the white fabric drifting off her ankle as she guides her hips weightlessly to your own.
Another rush of bubbles surge from her mouth when you enter her, her feet anchoring her against the windshield as she thrusts herself on to you. Something changes in the suit, which now allows you to feel even the slightest brush of the droid’s synthetic skin against it, transmitting the warm, soft press of her full breasts against your chest as you tumble weightlessly in the cabin.
Moans emanate from Debora despite her unmoving lips, growing higher in pitch as she pumps faster, water swirling around her thrusting hips. Despite the waters muffling effects, you suddenly hear her distinctly announce, "Overheat! Warning!" her hips now juddering slightly as her sex grows hotter. "Environmental hazard-d-d!" she stammers, her head twitching from side-to-side, her red hair trailing languidly in the wake of her sharp movements. "Cannot v-vent! Haz-hazard-d!"
<hr>
[[Get her to the surface so she can vent->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0173]]
[[Keep going->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0174]]
As the Dollmaker’s latest Doll wraps her hand around your cock, you press in on her core access port. She seems as least partially aware of the danger, as the hand that had been massaging her breast moves to cover the open port, although this improvised seal is far from watertight.
Her eyes widen as saltwater comes into contact with her electrical components, bright points of light flickering beneath her exposed skin. She convulses in the cramped space of the cabin, her hand jerking your manhood, electricity arcing across her breasts, your suit shielding you from the discharge. Her mouth gapes in shock moments before her entire faceplate blows off in a cloud of bubbles, the machinery beneath sputtering as it proves unable to operate in the water of this artificial bay.
You pop the core from her chest and kick out from the car, swimming to the surface.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0170]]
You join the Doll in her attack against the Dollmaker, approaching your sneering nemesis from opposite sides. "You think I can’t handle both of you?" she remarks, vaulting on to her palms and spinning herself as she lashes at each of you with a powerful kick that sends you both flying in opposite directions.
More stunned than injured, you pick yourself as the Doll does the same – but in her case, you see a bright flare from her midsection. Her girdle of belts is torn, a crushed panel at her waist now showing several sparking wires. Paying no heed to the injury, she brushes her dark hair from her eyes and glowers at the smiling Dollmaker. "Haven’t you realized, little Doll? You’re already scrap."
Once more the Doll charges at her creator, who now seems poised to finish her.
<hr>
[[Rush the Dollmaker before she can attack the Doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0176]]
[[Wait until the Dollmaker is engaged with the Doll to strike->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0177]]
You pull out of the Doll, whose trembling knees seem incapable of bearing her weight without your hands supporting her hips. "N-no!" she protests, collapsing prone before stiffly elevating her porcelain-white ass once more, imploring you with a digitized plea of, "F-fuck me! M-my systems n-need this!"
"Now come here," purrs the Dollmaker, beckoning you with a crooked finger while her other hand slides up her black dress, jostling her silk-swaddled cleavage. You step away from the prostrate Doll who moans in protest, and then emits a sharp, //Pop!// as black smoke begins to pour from her mouth.
"Ignore her," instructs the Dollmaker, "she’s just being melodramatic."
The Doll hums and buzzes while staring blankly, another loud electrical pop causing her hips to quiver and smoke before they separate from her pelvis, her plump ass smacking the ground as her legs fall away. She writhes to the sound of grinding machinery before a muffled explosion separates patches of her synthetic skin from the underlying grey endo-material, smoke rising from the broken mess.
The Dollmaker takes you by your shoulders, pulling your attention from her broken creation. "Let’s see what you’ve got for me," she whispers.
<hr>
[[Fuck the Dollmaker->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0180]]
<<set $doll.contentment to 0>>
You keep pumping the Doll, whose own enthusiasm remains undiminished.
"That’s enough!" insists the Dollmaker, but the Doll takes no heed, grinding herself against you in torrid, jerking motions. "I said, ‘that’s enough’!" the Dollmaker repeats, her words scarcely audible over the Doll’s wails of pleasure, her panties tearing as she spreads her thighs and redoubles herself against you.
"Initiate self-destruct!" the Dollmaker commands, and you immediately feel the Doll grow warm, smoke wisping from her every opening.
"Not… yet…!" she stammers, her smoking sex trembling as you tighten your grip on her hips. "N-n-not…!" Her head crackles with electricity, the black tangles of her hair pushed aside as sparking panels open in the back of her head, lit from within by glowing circuitry. "No! N-not until I I I IIIIIIII!" Her head explodes in a spray of debris, her limbs contorting amidst fields of electricity before falling loose from her shuddering torso and hips that, once you release, fall into the pile of sparking robotic pieces beneath you.
"Save some of that for me, why don’t you?" the Dollmaker purrs, sauntering toward where you stand over the smoking ruin of her creation.
<hr>
[[Fuck the Dollmaker->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0180]]
<<set $doll.contentment to 0>>
You seize the Dollmaker by her meaty thighs and lift, finding her surprisingly light thanks to the suit’s enhanced strength. She hastily rips her panties free and wraps her legs around your waist, the artificial musculature in her legs shifting as she aligns her waiting sex with your suit-enmeshed cock. Grinning, she spears herself upon you, then immediately gasps as you feel the suit change texture inside of her, adapting itself to her precise contours. Drawing herself along you, she shudders and moans, the suit still providing ridges and teasing micro-vibrations to stimulate both of you in turn.
"I… I didn’t think… it would be… //AHHHH!//" she pants and cries as you sink your fingers into her haunches, your mesh-covered fingers offering similar vibrations along her soft, sensitive synthetic flesh. Your hand sweeps upward, into the cleft of her backside, massaging her soft, velvety skin, her legs clenching tighter to the audible strain of the powerful servos beneath.
"M-my systems can h-handle th-this!" she insists, seemingly unprompted, though you see a thing line of smoke drifting from her panting lips.
<hr>
[[See if her systems can handle this->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0190]]
[[Go easy on her->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0191]]
Ignoring the armless Doll, you turn rush the Dollmaker who immediately adopts a fighting stance. She is shockingly quick, dancing out of the way of your charge to deliver a powerful kick to your back that sends you sprawling.
The armless Doll jumps on to your prone form, straddling your chest, her legs pinning your arms to the floor.
“Initiate self-destruct,” the Dollmaker remarks casually, and the Doll’s face adopts a curious expression as she begins to tremble and hiss, smoke pouring from the seams across her voluptuous body. You try to shove her off of you, but her grip is too strong. The discordant electrical humming within her flatlines at a ear-splitting pitch and you cover your face just as she explodes, the concussive force winding you, dazing your senses.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0144]]
<<set $doll.contentment to 0>>
You circle each other warily, eyes locked on one another, a steady smile creeping across the Dollmaker’s face. She moves to strike, but when you step aside, your foot comes down on a piece of the broken Doll – stumbling, you’ve left yourself open, and the Dollmaker’s foot connects with your head, sending you crashing into the floor.
You spring back up only to be clipped by another powerful kick that sweeps your legs out from beneath you, and you crash to the floor once again.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0144]]
You break through the surface, your suit’s rebreather receding back into the cowl. You’re not far from a sandy beach, and on that beach is Victoria – the Dollmaker. She is wringing out her long, brown hair, her wet dress skin-tight against her abundant curves, glistening in the chamber’s artificial moonlight.
"I see you survived," she says nonchalantly, giving her hair another twist. Panels pop open across her body accompanied by an explosion of air, then immediately snap shut – the process seems to have dried her off, and she neatens her silken hair as you swim to shore.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0194]]
"I’m trying to imagine what you’re thinking right now," she says, coolly inspecting her nails while you emerge from the surf. "’Where is the real Debora? //Is// there a real Debora? How many of your friends are nothing more than dolls, created by…’" she stops when she takes notice of your suit’s new development at your waist.
"What… is that?"
<hr>
[[Show her->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0182]]
[[Take her down->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0183]]
You pull out of the malfunctioning Debora, who responds with a moaned protest before abruptly stiffening, her face staring blankly as she intones once more, "Unable to vent!" Swimming free from the cruiser, you reach back in and grab the rigid doll by her shoulders, guiding her out of the cabin and then hastily kicking toward the surface, lights blinking erratically across her naked body.
You break through the surface and hoist her out of the water, your suit partially inflating to buoy both you and her up as you first lift her by her arms, then her waist, and finally her thighs, hefting as much of her as possible out from the bay as rivulets cascade over her nude, still-rigid form.
"Venting," she announces, panels flinging open on her back leaving wet contrails, glowing machinery springing out into the night air, steam hissing, fans whirring as a haze of heat distorts the air behind her. She finally relaxes from her rigid pose, looking down curiously at you as you still hold her up from the water.
"Task failed," she mutters, a spark flaring from behind her green eyes. "Subject has escaped. Attempting to determine next action…"
"What are you even doing with her?" a voice calls from behind you, and you turn to see Victoria – the Dollmaker – standing on the sandy shore, her dress cleaving tightly to her dripping curves, her fair breasts and thighs gleaming in the artificial moonlight. "Stop fooling around and get over here!"
<hr>
[[Drop Debora and swim to the Dollmaker->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0184]]
[[Fuck Debora in front of the Dollmaker->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0185]]
With every thrust you feel the suit throb and pulse in rhythm, hastening the onset of the flailing droid’s meltdown. Her legs and arms swivel and bend in strange contortions, her breasts jostling weightlessly in the water until you caress them together, sensing the heat radiating from their shimmering surface. As with the rest of her body, she becomes even hotter, bubbles issuing from unseen seems across her bare thighs.
Seizing her shuddering hips, your fingers digging into the searing, soft swell of her backside, you push deep into her, the suit swelling to stimulate every sensor within the droid’s overheating sex. Her face draws slack, a geyser of superheated fluid jetting from her neck while a bright light flashes behind her eyes. "Th-this unit presents is unstable, p-please proceed to the nearest ex-ex-exiiiiit-" Another geyser appears at her hip, a third stream suddenly jetting from her erect nipple. The artificial skin around her broiling sex starts to feel tacky, and even with the suit’s protection, your cock feels uncomfortably hot inside the overheating gynoid.
Issuing another ill-advised thrust into the droid results in an immediate underwater explosion, your vision clouded by bubbles and light, your ears ringing from a high-pitch squeal of joy cut short by a loud blast. When your senses clear, you see the roof of the cabin is littered with floating Debora debris, the remaining half of her face frozen in a grimace of pleasure. Opening the droid’s torso, you remove her core and kick your way free of the cabin, swimming to the surface.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0170]]
<<set $debora.contentment to 6>>
<<addToCores $debora>>
You decide to take up the Dollmaker on her suggestion and toss Debora aside. She emits a stunned yelp before splashing into the water, her machinery still open and exposed. There is an immediate discharge, a tangle of electricity coursing over her as she spasms on the surface.
"Error! Hazard!" she repeats with varying clarity and pitch, her freckled face shining from internal light as she thrashes wildly in the surf. She dips below the surface, a peach-colored beacon of light in the nighttime bay, then explodes in a mass of bubbles and flashing light. You try to snatch her core from the blasted ruin of her frame, but you are unable to distinguish anything amidst her robotic remains before they sink out of sight.
You begin to paddle to the beach, where the Dollmaker is wringing out her long, brown hair, her wet dress skin-tight against her abundant curves, glistening in the chamber’s artificial moonlight.
"I see Debora wasn’t too much of an obstacle for you," she says nonchalantly, giving her hair another twist. Panels pop open across her body accompanied by an explosion of air, then immediately snap shut – the process seems to have dried her off, and she shakes her now flowing hair freely about her as you swim to shore.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0194]]
Ignoring the Dollmaker’s demands, you look up at the droid you have suspended over you, her soft, pale, wet curves reflecting the city lights, the protruding machinery steaming in the night air. She returns your gaze, offering a suggestive, half-lidded gaze, her delicate nipples stiffening in the breeze. You feel the suit reconfiguring itself once more, becoming buoyant as your body floats to the surface, allowing you to recline on the gently rolling water.
You lower her on to suit-enmeshed manhood, and she takes you in with a sigh, sprawling across your floating body, the machinery at her back still exposed. You begin to thrust, awkwardly at first as you try to manage the ungainly position in the water beneath her, but soon you have found a rhythm free from any concern of tipping her into the bay. She sits up, moaning as the suit’s material throbs inside of her, her hands clenched against your shoulders as you caress her freckled breasts, her machinery glowing with heat but quickly cooling in the night air.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" demands the Dollmaker from the shore, both you and Debora paying her no heed. You quicken in pace, the machinery controlling her reciprocating motions audible as she glides along you, her round ass splashing in the dark water with every downward thrust, the sea misting off her body as her machinery becomes hotter still. She writhes on top of you, venting steam and cries of release, until a shrieking climax – then, she is panting, draped over you again. With a series of whirs and clicks, her cooling machinery withdraws into her body.
"Before I deal with her," you say, indicating the incredulous looking Dollmaker standing on the shore, "do you mind if I take your core?"
"Sure," she says with a contented smile, the main access panel on her chest opening. You pluck the core from its housing and close the panel. She lies still, slipping off of you and into the dark waters of the bay.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0195]]
<<set $debora.contentment to 10>>
<<addToCores $debora>>
Sensing the Dollmaker is wholly prepared for the Doll’s attack, you sprint past the onrushing Doll, leaping to strike the Dollmaker as she shifts her stance to adjust to your sudden appearance. Her bare leg lashes out, her knee crashing into your solar plexus as your fist whistles toward her head. She leans backward to avoid it, your knuckles instead landing on her chest, the force of the blow sending ripples through her breasts but causing no harm. Her knee colliding with your abdomen has a far greater impact: your suit protects you from the worst of it, but you are still lifted bodily off the floor, over the Doll’s head as she rushes the Dollmaker.
The Dollmaker tries to recover, but is caught off-balance by the Doll’s blunt charge. The Doll smashes into the Dollmaker, and the two robots hit the ground nearly at the same time you do, the walls of the funhouse rattling with the impact.
You spring to your feet and find the Doll trying to pin her maker down, but you can hear squeals of protest from her inferior components losing out against the Dollmaker’s own machinery, sparks firing from the Doll’s trembling shoulders. "Smack this ass!" the Doll cries, tilting her backside into the air. "Overload my-my-my sensors!"
"And what is that meant to do?" the Dollmaker says mockingly, forcing the Doll back despite her prone position. "In your current state, you’ll probably just explode!"
"That’s th-the i-d-d-d-dea," the Doll responds. The Dollmaker’s expression falters, and the Doll takes the opportunity to mount her, much of the Dollmaker’s leverage now lost.
<hr>
[[Overload the Doll’s sensors->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0186]]
[[Try to defeat the Dollmaker without blowing up the Doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0187]]
The Doll rushes her maker, carrying her momentum forward in a spinning kick aimed directly at the taller droid’s smirking face. The Dollmaker avoids the attack with an almost balletic twirl, her own leg lashing out with impossible speed, tearing into the Doll’s abdomen and carrying the now ragdoll figure in a complete circle before slamming her into the ground with a metal crunch.
The Doll twitches beneath her creator, sparks and fluids spurting from the tangle of leather straps and exposed machinery that is now her midsection. The Dollmaker smiles, her silk dress coming to rest gently across her curves after her furious movement, beckoning you with a crooked finger – but when she attempts to adjust her stance, her foot catches inside the Doll’s internal machinery. She stumbles awkwardly, further unbalanced when the Doll’s arm suddenly reaches up to seize her ankle.
It is clear the Dollmaker is about to fall, and she thrusts out her elbow to bring it cashing down on to the Doll’s smoking head.
<hr>
[[Destroy the Dollmaker->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0189]]
[[Try to save the Doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0188]]
<<set $dolldamaged to true>>
You watch the Doll’s furious charge as she lunges at the Dollmaker, only to receive the full force of a powerful spinning kick to her stomach. With a flash of light and the sound of shattering plastic, the Doll goes flying across the room, landing in a smoking heap as sparks sputter from her broken form.
The Dollmaker turns her attention to you, gently lowering the leg that so easily ended her creation. "A preview of things to come – unless, of course, you wish to-"
"I’m n-not d-d-done yet!" The Doll stands, her midsection badly damaged and bursting with sparks, but she maintains a look of determination on her pale face. The Dollmaker turns from you and addresses her creation. "You can’t be serious."
The Doll takes a step forward, her progress marred by a shudder as a cascade of sparks spill from her exposed electronics.
"You’re really going to do this, aren’t you?" the Dollmaker mutters lackadaisically, the synthetic muscles in her bared leg tensing for a final strike.
<hr>
[[Rush the Dollmaker before she can attack the Doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0176]]
[[Wait until the Dollmaker is engaged with the Doll to strike->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0177]]
Drawing back your hand, you strike the Doll’s proffered backside with a loud smack. "Again!" she cries, her round ass jiggling from second impact as machinery inside her hums discordantly.
"Stop that!" demands the Dollmaker, frantically pushing back against the Doll, who only seems more energized. You swat her repeatedly across both cheeks, her striped panties clenched in her ass, the twin hemispheres reddening and then beginning to glow with a cherry light. The Dollmaker’s cries of protest are muffled when the Doll buries her face in her breasts, electricity spidering from the trembling Doll to the struggling Dollmaker beneath her.
"I’m g-gonna…" the Doll groans, and you offer her a parting squeeze on her literally hot ass before moving away. "I’m gonna-!" she repeats, her entire body quivering, smoke and electricity coursing around her, the machinery in the Dollmaker’s limbs squealing as she tries to peal the overloading droid from her. The Doll tightens her embrace, the Dollmaker’s final words unheard beneath her creation’s bountiful cleavage before the Doll’s straining components succumb to violent detonation, blasting her and her maker’s robot forms into pieces of molten plastic, metal and circuitry.
You search the scattered remnants of each until you locate their cores, wrenching the durable components from the wreckage of their former bodies. Seeing nothing else of value, you make your way out of the scenario chamber.
<hr>
[[Leave->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0200]]
<<set $dollmaker.contentment to 0>>
<<set $doll.contentment to 6>>
<<addToCores $dollmaker>>
<<addToCores $doll>>
Ignoring the Doll’s demand that you spank her, you instead drop beside the two struggling robots and reach in to open the Dollmaker’s core access panel. Her core now exposed, you reach to remove it only to hear a sudden heightened mechanical whine from inside of her as she manages to toss the Doll off of her, the overpowered droid crashing to the floor in a tangle of black lace and leather and the sound of grinding metal. She then sweep her legs beneath you, knocking you to the floor. She leaps upon you, the smooth slabs of her impressive thighs pinning your arms to your side as you lay prone on your back. "Are you ready to give up yet?" she chuckles, her hands sliding along your sculpted chest.
"Nope!" responds the Doll from behind her, her voice marked by a metallic resonance. Her hands reach down to presumably grab hold of her core, but the Doll’s jittering motion causes her hold to slip before the core is fully removed, her hand now plunging into the Dollmaker’s ripe breasts.
The Dollmaker gasps in shock, electricity crackling around the half-removed core, her thighs tensing against you.
<hr>
[[Tell the Doll to grab her core->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0198]]
[[Tell the Doll to fondle away->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0199]]
The Dollmaker’s elbow smashes into the head of the Doll, caving in the faceplate with an eruption of sparks, but also ensnaring her arm in the newly formed cavity in her head. Before she can recover, you leap upon the Dollmaker, pinning her face down on top of the ruined Doll, whose body spasms amidst bursts of electrical current.
Tangled as she is in the wreckage of her creation, she is unable to stop you from seizing her head and twisting it 180 degrees – you hear a wrenching sound coupled with sparks leaping from her neck, feel her body convulse beneath you.
"Well, it would seem you have me at a d-d-disadvantage," she says in reverberanting tones, her head facing the wrong way on her trembling body. Her attempts to move only result in hopelessly twitching limbs or her backside jerking upward, haphazardly grinding against your suit. If she has lost control, it appears she retains sensation – as her cheeks slide along your enmeshed manhood, she produces a quiet gasp.
"So… what do you intend to d-do?" she asks, her backside quivering as she directs it unevenly along your length.
<hr>
[[Take her core->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0196]]
[[Take her from behind->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0197]]
<<set $doll.contentment to 0>>
You hurl yourself bodily at the Dollmaker before her elbow lands, bowling her over. Her foot is torn loose from the Doll’s midsection, along with a trail of metal and sparks as you both crash to the floor. Quickly you rise, but the Dollmaker is quicker, twisting her legs into a standing position while also managing to sweep you off your feet.
She leaps upon you, the smooth slabs of her impressive thighs pinning your arms to your side as you lay prone on your back. "Are you ready to give up yet?" she chuckles, her hands sliding along your sculpted chest.
"N-n-no," stammers the Doll from behind her, her voice marred by a metal resonance. Her hands stiffly slam down on the Dollmaker’s core access panel above her silk-wrapped cleavage, exposing the droid’s shining core. But when the Doll tries to extract the Dollmaker’s core, her shuddering, imprecise movements only partially dislodge it before her hands slip into the Dollmaker’s ripe breasts.
The Dollmaker gasps in shock, electricity crackling around the half-removed core, her thighs tensing against you.
<hr>
[[Tell the Doll to grab her core->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0198]]
[[Tell the Doll to fondle away->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0199]]
You thrust harder, the suit throbbing inside of her, probing her sex with subtle shifts of contours and vibration. She cries out, her voice modulating with each push and pulse, the smoke now rising in steady streams from her trembling lips. She loses control of her broad hips that begin to falter in their rock-solid rhythm, her thick thighs quavering, her internal machinery straining as she tries to maintain some measure of control over her body.
Your hands massage and pulse along her well-developed backside, and you feel the vibrations of machinery going haywire beneath the soft, synthetic skin, her artificial musculature tensing, squirming unnaturally as your fingers sink into her.
"I am nnnot overloading!" she pants, electricity buzzing over her straining tits. "P-pleasure s-sensors within… within acceptable… //AHHH!//" <<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0180") && !visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0222")>>A forceful thrust pops a breast free from her silk dress, an electrical charge flitting across its fully aroused nipple.<<else>>Her exposed breasts bounce wildly as electricity crackles between her twin fully aroused nipples<</if>>.
"More!" she cries, panels springing open as along her legs as smoke billows out from her overheated electronics. You tighten your grip further, going faster, the suit inside of her vibrating with fresh intensity. She gasps, her hazel eyes flickering from some light inside her robotic cranium, an unintelligible metallic growl coming from her smoking mouth. "I am b-b-built for thiszzzzz!" she squeals, her voice’s tininess belying the words as her smoldering body shivers and hums, more panels opening all over her body, all exposing her rapidly failing machinery.
<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0194")>>\
A sudden wave of surf crashes over the two of you, soaking her dress and flooding her opened panels. "S-shit!" she exclaims as electricity licks at her open ports, racing across her jiggling body. As her eyes roll in different directions, smoke roiling from her trembling lips, she moans "D-d-do nnnnno-t-t ssssstooop!" and you redouble your thrusts into the malfunctioning robot.
You abruptly climax, causing the suit around your manhood to swell inside of her – she gasps, her malfunctioning sex tightening around your expanding phallus, her face masked by tendrils of blue light. She gasps, then her thrashing head detonates with a shower of circuitry, and sparks, limbs extending stiffly, trembling with a high-pitched whine, then hitting the sandy beach as the hum and crackle of her overtaxed mechanisms fades to a static hiss, and then silence.
You open the headless robot’s core access panel and retrieve her core.
<<else>>\
You release inside of her, causing the suit around your manhood to swell within her – she gasps, her mechanical sex tightening around your expanding phallus, her words come out in gasps amidst her howling cries. "I…. am… built-!" she is cut short when her thrashing head detonates with a shower of circuitry and sparks, her limbs extending stiffly, trembling with a high-pitched whine, then hitting the wooden floor as the hum and crackle of her overtaxed mechanisms fades to a static hiss, and then silence.
You open the headless robot’s core access panel and retrieve her core, then remove the core from the remains of her Doll.
<<addToCores $doll>>\
<</if>>
[[Leave->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0200]]
<<set $dollmaker.contentment to 0>>
<<addToCores $dollmaker>>
You slow the thrust of your hips, relaxing your eager, tight grip on her ass, the panting robot sudden staring at you with an incredulous expression. "I just t-told you, my systems can-!"
Kissing her seems to dilute her frustrations as she rolls her body with yours in this new, languid rhythm. <<if !visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0222")>>She slips the top of her dress free, the silk falling from her full, surprisingly pert breasts.<<else>>Sitting upright in your grip, her heaving breasts brush up against your chin.<<endif>>
You plunge between them, burying your lips in to their soft contours, teasing her nipples with your tongue – but once more, she seems disappointed with your lack of fervor and demands, "Why do you hold back?" She tightens her heavy thighs over your hips and forces you deeper inside of her, an encouraging squeal coming from her as she chews her lip, her eyes clenched tight.
<hr>
[[Stop holding back->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0190]]
[[Try not to overload her systems->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0201]]
"Care to find out?" you ask, approaching her slowly.
She gives you an incredulous look, unable to formulate a response. She reaches her hand out, her fingers testing the rigid phallus, the material subtly shifting and providing some vibrations under her touch. Your nemesis shakes her head, an admonishing smile on her lips as she pulls you into a firm kiss.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0180]]
Ignoring her query, you step on to the beach and raise your fists. "This ends tonight, Dollmaker."
She rolls her eyes, saying, "It was the decoy who was turned on by your clichéd patter. I’m more interested in the moment you realize you should have focused less on your suit’s penile functionality, and more on hardening it to withstand repeated blows to the sternum."
You beckon. "Let’s dance."
After another roll of her eyes she charges, her bare feet carrying her swiftly across the dark beach – at her last step, she digs in and leaps – you block the attack easily enough, but are caught off guard her other foot connects with your head, sending you crashing into the sand.
You spring back up only to be clipped by another powerful kick that sweeps your legs out from beneath you. Before you even land she is on top of you, her knee driving you with shocking force into the hard-packed beach. Your lungs empty as she neatens her hair, easily pinning you to the ground with her leg.
"I wasn’t expecting it to be //this// easy…" she asks, pulling her hair back over her bare shoulders. In contrast to your own ragged breathing, she shows no signs of exertion – though a few panels open on her thighs and chest, hiss as they vent steam, then snap shut again. She puts her hands on those impossibly wide, bare hips, and says with a smirk, "Are you ready to give up?"
<hr>
[[Demonstrate that you are more a lover than a fighter->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0192]]
[[Try to get her open panels wet->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0193]]
You swim to where the Dollmaker wears a disturbed expression as she wrings out her long, brown hair, her wet dress skin-tight against her abundant curves, glistening in the chamber’s artificial moonlight.
“I think putting on that suit has given you some strange hang-ups,” she says with an air of concern, giving her hair another twist. Panels pop open across her body accompanied by an explosion of air, then immediately snap shut – the process seems to have dried her off, and she shakes her now flowing hair freely about her as you reach the shore.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0194]]
"Grab her core!" you demand, the Doll’s hand jerking out of the Dollmaker’s cleavage and into the cavity of her open panel, her fingers clamping down on it forcefully.
The Dollmaker winces and looks between the two of you with a confused expression. "But you’re both such //idiots//!" she protests, right as the Doll rips the core from her chest. Her eyes flicker and the Dollmaker’s face grows blank as she tumbles off of you, her thighs losing their iron grip.
<hr>
<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0177")>>\
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0204]]
<<else>>\
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0205]]
<<endif>>\
<<set $dollmaker.contentment to 0>>You smile at the Dollmaker’s stunned expression, remarking to the Doll, "How do they feel?"
The Doll purses her dark lips thoughtfully, her eyes looking up as she experimentally squeezes the full breast in her hand. "Quite nice," she concludes, another hand pushing up her own breasts.
"Almost as nice as mine."
"//N-nice?!//" the Dollmaker stammers, still half-paralyzed from the partial-unseating of her core and the rough handling of her chest. "I’m responsible for both of our bodies, and I think I know which of us has the better tits!" She looks down at you incredulously, adding, "But that’s not where his main interests are… isn’t that right?"
With your arms still pinned to your side by her crushing thighs, you’re not quite sure what she’s asking you. After you remain silent, she simply states, "He’s into thighs and asses, and I don’t think there’s any room for debate about who is better equipped there."
The Doll teases the hem of her lace skirt up to emphasize the porcelain white flesh above her thigh-high boots, saying, "I’m not so sure…"
"Then let’s get his opinion," the Dollmaker says, and both of the pleasure droids turn their eyes to you. "Which is it?" the Dollmaker asks, her features briefly flashing with electrical light as her dislodged core buzzes angrily. "’T’ or ‘A’?"
<hr>
[["T"->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0206]]
[["A"->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0207]]
[["Both!"->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0208]]
[["This would be easier if you weren’t pinning me down…"->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0209]]
In response, you reach past her backwards-turned face and feel for the core-access panel above her breasts. As your fingers close around the device, her face stutters into a scowl and she stammers, "What d-d-do you think you’re-" you pop the core lose, and she immediately collapses beneath you, her voice droning, "-dooooiiinnnngggggg…"
Pushing aside the Dollmaker’s broken chassis, you sift among the wreckage of her Doll and collect her core as well.
<hr>
[[Leave->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0200]]
<<set $dollmaker.contentment to 0>>
<<addToCores $doll>>
<<addToCores $dollmaker>>
The Dollmaker’s hips continue to stutter and jitter as you brush aside the tail of her black silk dress, sliding the band of her black panties over her quivering backside and broad hips whose internal machinery emits a keening whine until she abruptly bucks her ass, her plush cheeks sandwiching your cock.
"I s-seem to have l-lost a degree of fffine motor c-c-control," her backwards-facing head states, sparks dripping from the torn seam on her neck. Giving up on the hope of sliding her panties down her unstable legs, you simply tear them off of her provide her wide, firm hips with a steadying grip. The moment you enter her, her body threatens to shake itself to pieces, sparks gushing from a dozen panels and joints as her machinery pulls against itself. Her eyes roll back and she groans lustily as she lists to one side, only maintaining her balance by your hold on her.
Her machinery fights against itself more with every thrust, her head strangely listing on her damaged neck, her open-mouthed squeals accompanied by a rattling noise. "Th-this unit is critically d-d-damaged!" she sings between labored moans of pleasure, electricity building around her neck and hips. "P-please refrain f-f-form sexxxxxxxual activity until this unit is serv-" electricity flashes across her face, her eyes crossing. "Until this unit is ssservvvvvv-" electricity across her hips, spidering across her crack until it leaps to your suit-enmeshed manhood and into her wet sex. Her crossed-eyes widen, her red lips pursing moments before an explosion at her neck sends her head bouncing across the floor, trailing her long, brown hair while further explosions sending limbs and machinery skittering outward from her mechanically bucking torso. With a final convulsion, her limbless torso goes rigid in your arms, a smoking wreck pocked by damage from internal explosions.
You remove the core from what remains of the Dollmaker, then do the same for the Doll’s broken frame.
<hr>
[[Leave->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0200]]
<<set $dollmaker.contentment to 0>>
<<addToCores $doll>>
<<addToCores $dollmaker>>
You slide your hands across her broad hips, slowing her to a less-destructive pace. Though the protest of her internal machinery grows quiet, she restates her complaint. "Why d-do you hesitate?" Her artificial muscles ripple beneath your grip in strange undulations, carrying a sudden surge of heat. "I was b-built for this!" She leans in close, her breasts squeezed between her arms and your chest. "I d-designed this body in accordance with your own desires…"
You show your appreciation with another firm squeeze of her broad backside, your suit pulsing inside of her. "Th-there!" she moans, her body shuddering into action and you once again are trying to restrain her enthusiasm, pistons and servos whining as your suit-strengthened arms tremble, your enhanced cock engaging her pleasure sensors to only push her further, and as steam begins to rise from her trembling legs, you wonder if you do more damage holding her back than allowing her to perform without restraint.
Her machinery begins to overpower the suit’s strength, her unyielding thrusts accelerating while electricity begins to crackle across her bouncing curves.
"You can’t keep this up!" you warn her, and when she manages a defiant laugh between her escalating cries of pleasure, you add, "You need maintenance!"
"I need…!" she pants, "a g-good f-f-fuck!"
Your suit obliges, blossoming inside of her amidst her relentless thrusts. Feeling the heat radiating from her legs, you stop trying to hold her back – her hips become a blur of motion, and you are grateful for the suit’s protection as her reciprocating sex takes you in at dangerous speeds. Her head snaps from side to side, her long brown hair whipping back and forth while electric tendrils flash across her stunned face.
Suddenly, her hips seize up, steam pouring from her thighs and sex while her head ratchets to look down at you, her face overcome by a strange doll-like vacancy, her mouth open in a wordless cry of release. With a mechanical groan, she falls forward at the waist, her breasts smacking against your face while her hips sputter in a few final movements. She exhales with a squeak, steam still pouring from her body, and you can feel the suit still probing her sex with subtle shifts of its dimensions.
"My systems… I c-can’t…" she whispers, her electronics audibly powering down.
<hr>
[[Let her power down and take her core->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0210]]
[[Try and keep her powered on->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0211]]
You open the Dollmaker’s core access panel – she tries to grab your hand, but her stiff and clumsy movements are easily avoided. She glowers at you, teeth clenched, her electrical systems popping and sizzling as you grasp her core.
"Oh, I can’t w-wait to see what y-you think y-you’re going to d-d-do with that’!" she hisses, and you pull it free. Instantly she slumps forward, her body continuing to spark and hum. You push aside her inert weight and stand, her shell crackling with electricity and smoke, only growing in intensity. <<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0144")>>\ She glows with intense peach and rose light, illuminating the floor around her – there is a strobe of electrical charge and then her body explodes, sending plastic and circuitry skittering across the wooden floor, pelting the walls in a hail of detritus.
Searching through the scrap, you also find the Doll’s core. With both in hand, you make your way out of the chamber.
<<addToCores $doll>> \
<<else>>\She glows with intense peach and rose light, illuminating the sands around her – there is a strobe of electrical charge and then her body explodes, sending plastic and circuitry skittering across the sands, pelting the ocean in a hail of detritus.
Rising to your feet, you find a set of stairs leading up from the beach. Back at street level, you see a subway entrance with graffiti tagging it as "egress".
<<endif>>\
<hr>
[[Leave->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0200]]
<<set $dollmaker.contentment to 0>>
<<addToCores $dollmaker>>
You put your hands behind your head and lean back, smiling at the scowling droid.
<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0144")>>"I c-can t-take a little d-damage!"<<else>>"I c-can get a little wet-t-t!"<<endif>> she insists, the glow spreading from her thighs to her hips. Her artificial musculature ripples beneath the softly glowing peach-hued synth-skin, her pelvis abruptly shifting forward then back, producing a mechanical whir in each direction.
"I am s-still operating within nnnormal p-parameters!" she exclaims, the glow spreading to her cleavage, smoke seeping from beneath the black and gold silk covering her breasts.
<hr>
[[Massage her misfiring hips->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0212]]
[[Massage her smoking breasts->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0213]]
[[Just watch->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0214]]
The Doll snatches the core from the Dollmaker, the Dollmaker’s expression freezing in a mask of shock and contempt. You shove her frozen body off of you and get to your feet to find the Doll at your side. She stiffly extends her hands, offering you the Dollmaker’s core. When you take it from her, a shock passes between you.
The tear in her torso from the crackles and buzzes angrily, and you see smoke beginning to seep from the tangle of leather and twisted wiring. "Th-this isn’t g-getting any better…" she notes, prodding a stray wire, an audible //pop// sounding as electricity leaps from it to her gloved finger. "Uh-oh…" she mutters, her arms stiffening amidst a rapport of internal sharp buzzing and snapping sounds, teetering on her heeled boots while smoke wafts from her frowning lips.
"At least-t-t," she stammers, her dark hair lit by crawling strands of electricity, "sh-she went d-down before I d-did!" She kicks at the Dollmaker’s body, losing her balance and falling on her backside with a squeak, the impact seeming to trigger the sudden detonation of her head. After wavering for a second, her damaged body thuds against the floor.
You open the panel of the headless Doll and remove her core before finally leaving the chamber.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0200]]
<<set $dollmaker.contentment to 0>>
<<addToCores $dollmaker>>
<<set $doll.contentment to 6>>
<<addToCores $doll>>
The Doll snatches the core from the Dollmaker, the Dollmaker’s expression freezing in a mask of shock and contempt. You push her inert body off of you and stand before the Doll.
"Well, that was fun," she purrs, placing the Dollmaker’s core in your hand with a smile.
<hr>
<<if !visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0065")>>\
[[Kiss the Doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0218]]
<<endif>>\
[[Ask for her core->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0215]]
[[Ask her to wait at the entrance->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0216]]
<<addToCores $dollmaker>>
"Tits," you say.
"You’re only saying that to antagonize me," the Dollmaker grumbles, her hands reaching up to undo the silken clasp behind her neck. "Fortunately, my little Doll has nothing on these." She releases the top of her dress, her full breasts settling gently as the silk falls away – at the same moment, the Doll drops her leather corset and her bra of black lace, her own chest springing free.
Though the Dollmaker’s breasts are easily the larger pair, the Doll’s are proportionally bigger on her more petite frame. They also seem to be the less realistic between them, as even unsupported they retain an almost hemispherical shape. In further contrast, hers are a fair, cream complexion, dusted with freckles, her pink nipples in sharper contrast to their milky surroundings, while the Dollmaker’s chest is the same healthy peach-colored hue as the rest of her, her nipples far more natural than the pink circles of the Doll.
Each of the droids cup and squeeze their own chest, their fingers sinking into the soft expanse of their breasts, the Doll with her twin delectable buttery cakes, the Dollmaker offering a rich and savory meal.
"Well?" the Dollmaker asks, teasing a nipple into arousal.
<hr>
[[The delectable buttery cakes->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0219]]
[[The rich and savory meal->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0220]]
“I’m definitely an ass-man,” you say.
“Of course you are,” the Dollmaker purrs, sparing an almost pitying look at the Doll.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0221]]
“Both!” you say with some enthusiasm.
“We’re limiting our focus to one or the other,” the Dollmaker insists, “and I think I know which one you actually prefer…”
<hr>
[[“That would be ‘T’”->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0206]]
[[“You’re right, ‘A’”->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0207]]
[[“How could I possibly choose?”->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0209]]
“I love both,” you start, “and depending on when you catch me-”
“Alright, it’s ‘A’!” she snaps, rising from you.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0221]]
The Dollmaker’s head dips as she comes to rest, a few quiet wisps of steam rising from her inert body. Gently, you move the curvaceous droid from on top of you to the ground beside you, opening her core-access panel and pulling the warm component from its housing.
<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0194")>>\
You climb up from the beach and find a subway entrance, graffiti tagging it as "egress".
<<elseif !checkRobot($doll)>>\
<<addToCores $doll>>\
After retrieving the Doll’s core from her own damaged shell, you make your way out of the chamber.
<<endif>>\
<hr>
[[Leave->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0200]]
<<set $dollmaker.contentment to 10>>
<<addToCores $dollmaker>>
A quick buck from your hips startles the flagging droid, her systems buzzing and crackling from the sudden sexual input.
"Victoria? Dollmaker?" you try, her searching eyes dropping to you.
"Yessszzz?" she buzzes, suddenly falling forward but catching herself with her hands on your chest.
"Are you able to leave the chamber? Make it to the entrance?"
Her features contort in what looks like a cross between a sneeze and profound confusion accompanied by a high pitched sound of static ending in a sharp pop. She looks down at you again, her eyes hazy but able to focus. "I… yes. Yes?" She rises from you, walking away in a dream-like stumble, starting slow but then developing into a jog, and finally a flat-out sprint, her long brown hair trailing behind her.
<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0194")>>\
You walk after the Dollmaker, but quickly lose sight of her as she sprints up a series of steps leading up from the beach. Once you reach the street you see a subway entrance, graffiti tagging it as "egress".
<<elseif !checkRobot($doll)>>\
<<addToCores $doll>>\
After retrieving the Doll’s core from her own damaged shell, you make your way out of the chamber.
<<endif>>\
<hr>
[[Leave->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0200]]
<<set $dollmaker.contentment to 12>>
<<addToLobby $dollmaker>>
You place your hands on warm hips, the color shifting from peach to rose as they grow hotter beneath your hands.
"My hipsssszzz are op-op-operating within normal paraaaaaam-//BZZZT!//" she exclaims, shifting sharply to the left then right, the machinery in her legs whirring angrily. "Severe damage to electrical systems! Shutting down!" her hips shoot forward, her body balancing strangely in a backward lean. "Overrrrrride!" she says in a slightly tinny voice. Her hips tremble again, rocketing backward, her warm sex sliding over your cock covered by the suit’s adaptive mesh. Guiding her glowing hips with a slight nudge, you slip inside her.
"All systems nommmminal," her distorted voice insists as a string of pops and bangs erupt from her quivering hips to her chest. Her thighs shake while the machinery within them squeals, steam and white fluid seeping along their glowing surface. You deliver a squeeze to her hips, triggering an explosion that sends her well-defined ass skyward, smoke pouring from the gaping opening above her thighs.
"This is nnnnoominallllll," she remarks, her voice badly distorted, her smoking ass thudding against the ground behind her. Her eyes wander in separate directions, smoke coursing from her ears and her slackening lips. "No faults detec-tec-tec-tec-" her head tics more sharply with each syllable, her voice increasingly giving way to noise."tec-tec-tec-tec -" in a final violent tic, her head becomes partially detached from her neck, electricity crackling from the opening. "Uh-ohhhhhh-" she drones moments before her head explodes, the wires at the stump of her neck sparking furiously, leading to a subsequent explosion at her chest sends her arms spiraling into the <<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0144")>>walls<<else>>surf<<endif>>. Her hips begin to quake, electricity flowing angrily from the jagged edges of her torso before they too explode. You are grateful for the suit’s protection, especially when her pelvis explodes with you still inside her, leaving you with a throbbing ache but otherwise intact. All that remain are her bare legs that tip <<<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0144")>>on to the floor<<else>>into the sand<<endif>> on either side of you.
<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0144")>>\
Taking a moment to recover, you pick your way through the detritus covering the floor until you find both her core and the Doll’s. With both cores in hand, you exit the chamber.
<<addToCores $doll>>\
<<else>>\
Taking a moment to recover, you pick your way through the detritus on the beach until you find her core in a small pool of saltwater. You then take a series of steps leading up from the beach to the streets above, where you see a subway entrance, graffiti tagging it as "egress".
<<endif>>
<hr>
[[Leave->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0200]]
<<set $dollmaker.contentment to 0>>
<<addToCores $dollmaker>>
You reach up and palm each of her smoking breasts, both throbbing with an internal light.
"Normal. Expected," she says , heat washing over your fingers sinking into the soft material of her tits. "No faults detected." You pinch a nipple and she gasps, her lips pursing and eyes crossing as an angry buzz sounds from within her. After an electrical pop, her eyes re-focus and she looks down at you, "Sensitivityyyy at normal levels," her now slightly-digitized voice defiant.
You sit up and untie her dress, the sheer fabric falling away from her smoking chest. You lean in to take a nipple into your mouth the unpleasant scent and tang of plastic and burning electronics offset by the tender stiffness and pillowy-softness of her. You tease and suck at her with your lips and you hear a loud explosion from her abdomen. Looking down, a section of her waist is now a hole exposing crackling electricity around machinery blackened by the eruption of whatever component she just lost.
"Operating at-t-t-t peak performannnnnnzzzz," she drones, and you drop to suckle her other breast. There is an immediate explosion, but she still functions well enough to insist, "F-functioning at p-peak-k-k //AHHH!//" Another blast, and you look down from her chest to see a smoking crater in her stomach, loose wires dripping sparks on to your suit.
"Peaaaaaak effficienccccyyyyy," she moans, her hands hefting her heavy breasts and squeezing, her nipples producing steam as artificial sweat runs down her bountiful curves, her eyes now crossed, electricity ceaselessly crackling across her confused features. You press your hands over hers, tightening both of your grips upon her breasts. Her internal machinery’s high-pitched shriek drowns out her o-faced moan, her expression freezing in that open-mouthed look of sexual bewilderment before her head blasts apart, leaving only the severed wires and machinery at her neck. Her hands continue to squeeze and release her breasts mechanically, each motion accompanied by a slower mechanical whir until they finally freeze, clutching her smoldering breasts tightly.
<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0144")>>\
You open the core-access panel just below her neck and remove the heated core, setting the headless droid on the ground. Scrounging through the Doll’s remains, you manage to retrieve her core as well. With both cores, in hand, you make your way out of the chamber.
<<addToCores $doll>>
<<else>>\
You open the core-access panel just below her neck and remove the heated core, setting the headless droid in the sand. Looking for a way out, you find a series of steps leading up from the beach to the streets above, where you see a subway entrance, graffiti tagging it as "egress".
<<endif>>
<hr>
[[Leave->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0200]]
<<set $dollmaker.contentment to 0>>
<<addToCores $dollmaker>>
"So the smoke, the sparks – that’s normal?" you ask.
She abruptly stands, grabbing you by your suit and slamming you against <<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0144")>>the wall<<else>>a wooden pier<<endif>>. "Y-you want to t-test me?!" she snarls, lifting you in the air, then suddenly releasing you. After hitting the <<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0144")>>floor<<else>>sand<<endif>>, you take a few steps back from the sparking droid. "T-test me?!" she snarls again, pantomiming lifting you up, her machinery audibly revving as the smoke wafts ever-thicker from her joints.
"T-test meeeee?" she moans, her voice garbled by digital noise, sparks trickling from her throat into the peach-colored glow of her cleavage. She seems to suddenly realize she has no hold on you, taking a step toward you as she plants her palms on her temples. "I am op-op-operatinnng at acceptable levels. I do not require mmmmmm-" a sudden blast at her abdomen tears through her dress, the black and gold silk shredded to expose breasts drenched in artificial sweat, running in rivulets down to drip from her rigid, smoking nipples. "A little d-damage?" she stammers, her hips jerking sharply left then right with every step until they seem to lock into place. Her whole body lurches with the attempt to take another step until finally there is a flurry of spark and the sound of shearing metal, a sudden storm of electricity coursing across her bared thighs when she finally manages to lurch forward.
She wears a brief look of smug satisfaction at this small victory, hands still pressing in at her temples, as electricity slithers across her entire body. This expression gives way to purse-lipped confusion and a quizzical groan before her head erupts in a spray of circuits and plastic. The headless body takes a half-step and then topples to the <<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0144")>>ground<<else>>sand<<endif>>, triggering another explosion that leaves the machinery in her abdomen exposed.
<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0144")>>
You open the core-access panel just below her neck and remove the heated core, then spend a few moments searching the scattered remnants of the Doll to locate her core as well. Once you have both cores, you exit the chamber.
<<addToCores $doll>>
<<else>>\
You open the core-access panel just below her neck and remove the heated core. Looking for a way out, you find a series of steps leading up from the beach to the streets above, where you see a subway entrance, graffiti tagging it as "egress".
<<endif>>
<hr>
[[Leave->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0200]]
<<set $dollmaker.contentment to 0>>
<<addToCores $dollmaker>>
You take hold of the Dollmaker and kiss her firmly on the lips while she in turn tightens her embrace, her hand gripping your suit-enmeshed manhood.
"Can we do this au-natural?" she asks, her hands searching for the means to undress you. Her fingers find a catch, and the suit simply falls away, leaving you naked before her.
"That’s better," she whispers, taking you by the hand and leading you behind her.
She guides you over to a lever at the side of the room. Pulling on it, you hear gears turning and a mechanical thud as the components of a four-poster bed swing into place.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0135]]
You cup the Dollmaker’s abundant chest and she sighs, her half-lidded eyes sparing a glance at the confused Doll.
<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0177")>>\
The rent in the Doll’s side crackles and buzzes loudly as the Doll cocks her head to the side, her expression blank. "He preferrrrrsssss-?" she drones, her hands clenching around her breasts.
<<else>>\
"Y-you have n-no idea what you’re missing here!" the Doll insists, hefting her breasts, stepping close. "G-give th-them a squeeze!"
"He’s made his choice," the Dollmaker purrs. "Why don’t you just initiate self-destruct?"
<<endif>>\
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0222]]
You grab the Doll’s round, pert breasts, her breath catching as a triumphant smile spreads across her plum-colored lips. "Guess you don’t know him as well as you thought?" she coos, the Dollmaker’s face twitching erratically, her unseated core emitting a sharp buzzing sound.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0223]]
With a seductive smile, the Dollmaker turns around and leans forward, pushing her bountiful assets to prominence. The Doll follows her lead, less graceful but far more assertive, her tattered skirts quivering around her proffered posterior.
The Doll’s ass is high and plump, her pale complexion and her black-and-white striped panties lending to her playful gothic motif. Her cheeks seem unnaturally round, this same artificiality promising a tantalizingly softness that is also playfully springy.
The Dollmaker by comparison presents an abundance of powerful hips and thighs, the silken dress draped across her taught, firm, curvaceous backside inviting you to brush it aside, grasp her hips, and hold on for dear life, burying yourself in that ampleness of synthetic flesh.
The Doll’s ass is a warm summer evening in a field of soft grass, the Dollmaker’s, Valhalla.
<hr>
[[A field of soft grass->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0224]]
[[Valhalla->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0225]]
Electricity courses across the Doll, the Dollmaker pulling you away from the crackling droid as sparks spray from her dark tangles of hair.
The Dollmaker pulls you in a tight embrace, her body writhing against your own while the Doll deteriorates behind her, the sharp snaps of electrical charges telling of her imminent destruction. The Dollmaker wraps a bare leg around your waist, squeezing you tightly as the Doll gives a final distorted squeak before going up in a cloud of flame and robotic wreckage.
The Dollmaker relaxes, stepping back with a coy smile, sparing a distasteful glance at the smoldering heap that was her creation. She suddenly seems to notice the open panel at her chest along with her misaligned core – after pushing it back in and closing the panel, she shudders, then looks between you and the broken Doll with some evident confusion. A moment later she snaps out of it and steps forward, draping her arms over your shoulders.
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0180]]
<<set $doll.contentment to 0>>
"I-I-I am the progenitor!" the Dollmaker exclaims, as her Doll pulls you away from her. "Mmmmy b-body was constructed t-to be the mmmmost desirable!"
The Dollmaker stands stiffly upright, electricity buzzing around her open core access panel. "Th-the best tits!" she insists, groping her chest. "Th-the b-best ass!" Her arms whir as they reach behind her, servos whining as she clutches her backside. "Y-you have made an errorrrrr, the D-dollllll is inferior!"
"She doesn’t seem to be taking this very well," the Doll notes with a cruel smile. She pulls you closer, which only seems to infuriate the Dollmaker more. With an eye still on the Dollmaker, the Doll kisses you, while you slide your hand up her skirt to give her backside an exaggerated squeeze.
The Dollmaker literally fumes, her words a barely coherent, "Thisszzzz b-bodyyyy iszzzsuperiorrrrr!" Sparks flare from her head and chest, raining down around her as she stumbles forward, every step a cacophony of machinery on the brink of collapse. The Doll’s arm reaches out and gives her a hard shove, the Dollmaker teetering, her stiffened limbs unable to prevent her fall.
"This… body-!" she cries as she topples to the ground, colliding with the wooden floor and breaking into a dozen pieces, electricity coursing across her separated limbs.
<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0177")>>\
In the relative quiet in the aftermath of the Dollmaker’s destruction, you realize there is still a loud electrical buzzing within the chamber. You and the Doll both look down to its source, the rent in the Doll’s abdomen, sparks spraying out from the opening.
"N-not g-good…" she stammers as the charge around the injury continues to build. She pushes you away stiffly while stumbling backward, tripping over the strewn limbs of her creator to land on her backside. "A-at least s-she went up before mmmeeee-" she says with a half-smile, electricity coursing over her entire body. After delivering a final annoyed kick at the Dollmaker’s head, the Doll falls apart in a report of electrical blasts, her parts jumbled with those already littering the floor.
In the ensuing silence, you retrieve the cores from both droids before making your way out of the chamber.
<hr>
[[Leave->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0200]]
<<set $doll.contentment to 6>>
<<addToCores $doll>>
<<else>>\
"Well, that was fun," the Doll purrs, prodding the Dollmaker’s head with the toe of her boot, her face still frozen in a snarl of contempt. You reach down and open the Dollmaker’s chest, removing the core within.
"So… what now?" the Doll asks, clasping her hands behind her, rocking on her heels.
<hr>
<<if !visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0065")>>\
[[Kiss the Doll->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0218]]
<<endif>>
[[Ask for her core->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0215]]
[[Ask her to wait at the entrance->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0216]]
<<endif>>
<<set $dollmaker.contentment to 0>>
<<addToCores $dollmaker>>
You squeeze the Doll’s perk cheeks and she giggles, thrusting her plump backside against your crotch.
"No," the Dollmaker insists, shaking her head in disbelief, sparks trickling out from her core access panel. "H-he is… in-c-correct!"
"Face it, dear," the Doll purrs, her soft rump pushing against you, "You fucked up."
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0223]]
You run your hands over the Dollmaker’s magnificent hips, up her broad thighs, over the swell of her well-formed posterior. She straightens, leaning her body against, her hand guiding your lips to hers as her magnificent hindquarters press into you.
<<if visited("Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0177")>>\
The rent in the Doll’s side crackles and buzzes loudly as the Doll cocks her head to the side, her expression blank. "B-but my ass is soooooo //hot-//!" she drones, her hand stiffly administering a firm spank.
<<else>>\
"Y-you’re not even going to t-try?!" the Doll asks, grabbing her ankles. "G-give me a quick spank!"
"He’s made his choice," the Dollmaker purrs. "Why don’t you just initiate self-destruct?"
<<endif>>\
<hr>
[[Continue->Scenario Chamber/Superheroes/0222]]
The core of Botanica, the plant themed villain from the "Superhero" scenario chamber.
<<back>>The core of Ferine, the cat-themed villain from the "Superhero" scenario chamber.
<<back>>The core of Sunflower, the space alien from the "Superhero" scenario chamber.
<<back>>The core of The Doll (aka the "Decoy" Dollmaker) from the "Superhero" scenario chamber.
<<back>>The initial villain from the "Superhero" scenario chamber who passed herself off as the Dollmaker until you both discovered she was a robot decoy.
<<back>>The core of the Dollmaker (aka Victoria) from the "Superhero" scenario chamber.
<<back>>The arch-villain of the "Superhero" scenario chamber whose primary motivation seemed to be provoking the hero.The core of Debora, a police officer from the "Superhero" scenario chamber.
<<print getInv>>
<<print state.active.variables>>